Abbott – Adler
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Chapter 3: What You Really Really Want
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 3: What You Really Really Want - Two families share an unconventional household bound by trust. Four parents, four kids, all over 18, all nudists. When Penny, a friend of their sons, is discovered secretly living in the backyard pool house after being thrown out by her mother’s abusive husband, the families rally around her. Their loyalty ignites a fight for justice—and begins to heal wounds within the household itself.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft ft/ft Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual TransGender Fiction Crime Rags To Riches Sharing Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Masturbation Oral Sex Small Breasts Nudism
DAWN ADLER
“You know what’s wrong with going to the movies, Jan? If I go out with a hot guy, and it’s a good movie, he’s paying attention to the screen and not the hottie he’s with.”
“You’re absolutely right. But you were with a hottie tonight, and you ignored me, too. Unhook my bra, would you?”
“Oh, Jan, you’re right. I’m sorry.” I undid the three hooks and gently pushed the straps off her shoulders, replacing the cups with my hands.
“Mm. So warm.” Jan pushed down her pants and panties and wiggled her ass against me. “That was maddening in the movie. That Wendy character...”
I interrupted. “Shh, Don’t even start. Wendy pissed me off, the way she kept complaining about her ex to her new guy. Greg was much too fuckable to put up with Wendy’s crap.”
“You’re right. When they showed his bare ass in the shower, ooh. I wanted my own Greg.”
“Yeah. At home, I would be replaying his shower scene a few times. But that wiggle you’re doing is better.”
“You prefer my bottom, Dawn?”
“You know I like ALL butts. Firm and manly butts like Greg’s, and luscious, round, generous butts like Wendy’s. And the one butt to rule them all, my darling Jan’s butt. My most beloved butt.”
“Oh, honey, I get all slushy when you talk like that. Stop poking at my hip and let’s get in bed.”
Later on, I was flat on my back and rapidly fading. It was a pattern for us. I’d take in long, recovering breaths while my pulse slowed to a more regular rhythm and my eyes remained shut. Jan took much longer to return to a calm resting state, and I know she thought about our weirdness. Both of us wanting young men, but we were also both completely sappy for each other’s love. Sappy? Sapphic? Yeah, weird.
FRAN ADLER
Blake was eyeing me as I prepared for bed—distractedly rubbing in my face cream. He quoted Shakespeare.
“Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown?”
“I’m worried about Eve and Ed. You know how I feel about them. And they aren’t...”
“Yeah, they aren’t,” he agreed. “You know what they call that on Reddit? A dead bedroom.”
“Oh, that’s cold, Blake. The thing is, they still love each other.”
“I know. I don’t think ... Well, it’s a problem for so many couples. I mean, I think we’re pretty lucky that way, but we’ve had times when our sex drives haven’t been very equal.”
“Yeah. And there were other times in the old days when we first got married and we did that swapping and swinging. Sometimes I do think back, remembering our wild times.”
My eyes lost focus, but I was smiling. “Like when you got three guys for me and said I was ‘airtight.’ That was crazy hot.”
“Yeah, and I’d be watching you, or I’d be inside door number two.” Blake was warming to those old memories. “But what I really remember are those German sisters.”
“Sisters?” I asked. “Oh, God, you mean Heidi and Helga?”
“Yeah, when they did that...”
“With the...”
“Blake, wanna fuck?”
“Hell, yeah!”
When order was restored, Blake was still short of breath, but he had a new question for me.
“Back then, we kept sticking Eve and Ed with childcare while we were out partying all night.”
“Yeah. We could have hired a sitter and taken them with us, but Eve was NOT interested in any man but Ed. If Eve were at an orgy, she would not be participating. She might not even watch.”
I went on to add, “You could see Ed thinking about the possibilities, but he would never...”
“Eve’s no functioned as his no,” Blake said, sounding like a lawyer. My sexy, potent, and affectionate lawyer.
“I love you, stud. Maybe we’ll start swinging again in a couple of years after the kids are all moved out.”
He reacted with a visible twitch. After 25 years, I knew how to push my guy’s buttons.
But my royal duty weighed on me. How could I help Eve and Ed find their joy again?
EVE ABBOTT
Ed was down at the public park with Bill, Ben, and Penny having an informal basketball game. I was still fretting about last night. Ed, my dear man. He still wants me. Why don’t I want him?
No, that’s not right. I do want him. But I’d have to take off my nightgown. He’d see. Everything I’ve lost. The drooping. The gray hair in my triangle.
Maybe I should shave down there? Seems like a lot of women do that now. It seems weird, though. Scratchy stubble on my pussy? He’d hate that, I’m sure. Make a big change like that after all these years? No.
But Ed? If I did shave, even if he disliked it, he would never complain. He’d dive between my flabby thighs and carry on like he’d been served the finest delicacies.
There’s no hiding in our home. It was so long ago when we bought the house together, and we four agreed to always be naked. To never hide from each other.
Being naked helped when we were pregnant. Somehow, our swollen bodies fascinated our husbands. I shouldn’t have been surprised about their reaction to breast enlargement, but even the big bellies didn’t turn off Ed or Blake. We found ways to be making love and still be comfortable—with different positions.
He would massage special lotion into my belly and sides that might lessen or lighten stretch marks. Did it work? Not really. Even now I had those easy-to-see silvery marks. But his prideful hands on me and his words—he called them “tiger stripes”—helped me through the months after birth as my body returned to a more normal shape. He waited patiently until I healed up and was finally able to welcome his dick into my body again.
Lactation was something we treated as fun and exciting. My milk was sweet; I didn’t expect that. If my son or daughter weren’t drinking as much as I produced, Ed would help me with the excess pressure until I was comfortable again.
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