Chapter 1

The Johnstones were an Ideal family. Many in the community compared them to the Cleavers in Leave it to Beaver. There was no fraud in the way they conducted themselves in public. But their private life was wild, even taboo.

Although Eric Newberry and Maryanne Johnstone went to the same high school together, they didn’t get serious until they started dating at Princeton when they started going together during the summer before his senior year. Maryanne would be a junior. Both were active in extracurricular activities which included student government. Maryanne dropped out before the end of the year when her pregnancy started becoming apparent –the school had rules about that. Eric did the right thing by marrying her, which he would have done anyway. But the help from Maryanne’s parents allowed them to establish a comfortable lifestyle while Eric continued his schooling through graduation.

Eric viewed the whole thing as destiny. He had dated Maryanne for a while in high school but there was no spark at the time. Though they stopped going together they remained the best of friends. Even in high school, he was like a family member of the Johnstone family. Maryanne’s father, Carl Johnstone—editor of the local newspaper—was more like a buddy to him than just the father of a girlfriend. Eric was like a second son to the Johnstone family.

Maryanne’s mother, Pauline, was a different story. She was a touchy-feely kind of woman as well as a cougar-like flirt. Eric always thought she was just good-natured rather than flirty. But to Pauline it was flirty, she liked everything male. In the back of Eric’s mind, he thought Mrs. Johnstone might be available to him if he made the effort to push himself but all males feel that way about many women that takes an interest in them. But he was shy with women, certainly not confident enough to pursue such a thing. What he had no way of knowing though was that the Johnstone family wasn’t what they were to the community.

From the time Kit and Maryanne were youngsters the Johnstone’s vacationed in the Poconos at The Garden of Eden family nudist camp. During that time, they became intimate with two other families, both with children the same ages as theirs. The three couples began swapping spouses during their early stay at the Garden of Eden, not an uncommon occurrence in that environment. They also visited each other’s homes throughout the year. As the children reached puberty, they were encouraged to become intimate with those families’ children which would make it natural when they reached the age of sixteen and could be folded in with the sex play of the adults.

Eric had no clue about the nudism the family practiced or the uninhibited sex that went on in its bosom. In his mind, Maryanne had been a virgin before they first had sex thinking he was the only one to have sex with her. Since he didn’t know what was going on behind the scenes, when Maryanne became pregnant, there was no question that he was the father. While Maryanne knew there were three fathers: Eric, of course, her older brother Kit, and her father Carl.

It wasn’t until after Eric graduated from Princeton that the secret layers of Johnstone’s relationship began to unfold before him. Though Maryanne was in the final phase of her pregnancy the family still wanted to introduce their son-in-law to their alternative lifestyle. Eric knew of the family’s summer vacation in the Poconos thinking they just owned a cabin there where they went for summer breaks. Having n been there he had no idea about nudism, or anything involved with it.

In the Philadelphia area, the Johnstones were stalwarts in their community; Carl owned Johnstone Publications, a conservative newspaper. He was a pillar in his Episcopalian church and led various community charity endeavors. Pauline was not only a Sunday school teacher; she was a benefactor to numerous non-profits in the community.

During his college career, Eric did freelance writing for Johnstone Publications which impressed his future father-in-law who thought there might be a future for him in the newspaper business. Upon his graduation from Princeton Carl Johnstone offered his son-in-law a job at the paper that was far above entry level. In his indulgent way with the young man, Johnstone told Eric that if he progressed as well as he expected there was little doubt that he wouldn’t be assumed into management, even intimating that there might be ownership opportunities down the road. Eric, influenced by his father-in-law, looked up to him as both a mentor and friend.

Six weeks before the family vacation at the Garden of Eden Carl took Eric to lunch where he dropped the first hints about its real purpose. He folded nudism into the conversation by asking, “Have you ever noticed how comfortable Maryanne is with nudity?”

While Eric was slightly taken aback by this question from his father-in-law it dawned on him that, in comparison to other girls he had been involved with, Maryanne Johnstone was indeed comfortable being naked. She even welcomed it like no other girl he had ever known. Still, from the father of a young woman, it struck Eric that the question was inappropriate.

That night when he told his wife about the conversation at lunch, and what her father said to him about her relaxed attitude toward nakedness, she said, “Of course I am silly; we’ve been going to a nudist camp every summer since I can remember.”

That bolt unexpectedly required that Maryanne do some serious selling to convince her husband that nudity was a casual thing in the Johnstone family. “It’s just natural sweetheart,” she said. “And when your clothes are off you tend to look more into a person’s eyes when you communicate.” That brought a smile to Eric’s face. “Once you get past the nakedness people seem to be more sincere at a nudist camp than they are in normal society. After you become accustomed to the concept, I’m sure you’ll find out how much more in touch you are with your inner self. I certainly did.”

When Maryanne showed him nude pictures in a family album that he’d never seen before his eyes automatically went to the sexual parts of her family’s bodies the concept of looking into their eyes seemed ludicrous to him. Looking at his mother-in-law’s body caused a guilt-filled erection. She had always been chummy with him, and he always had been turned on by her. Worse, he was taken with how well-endowed his father-in-law was and felt both jealous and intimidated. He liked his father-in-law, liked being in business with him, and liked him as a person. But he didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of being naked with him. He thought he might be considered inadequate. Pauline was a different subject though; he had always wanted to see her naked.

The next day, after Maryanne had talked with her him, Carl asked Eric to join the family in their traditional visit to the Garden of Eden. Though he was not comfortable with it he decided that it was in his best interest to go along. “What about Maryanne being eight months pregnant?” he asked.

Carl answered, “Maryanne doesn’t have a problem with it. You’ll find, Eric, that there will be several pregnant young women there. Those cold winters do have a way of producing babies,” he chuckled, “even some that are not so young.”

When they got to the Garden of Eden Eric was too uncomfortable to venture out naked. They suggested that he wear swimming trunks at first. “You’ll find several newbies wearing trunks the first couple of days,” Carl pointed out. “We’ve all been faced with the initial discomfort of it ourselves.” The proof that others were wearing trunks or bikini bottoms confirmed what they said, which made him feel more at ease. On the second day, most of the swim trunk-clad men were naked. With most of the women wearing bikini bottoms, he found that those having their periods usually wore bikinis to hide their tampon strings.

After lunch, on the second day, he decided to go all the way. Though he was initially embarrassed he was surprised at how fast the feeling passed. He felt a certain pride in being a member of the “club.” He was also surprised that by the third day he was making full eye contact no longer having trouble with his unruly hard-ons. He soon began feeling the freedom that the Johnstones had been telling him about. He was pleased there were several pregnant women there as well, finding that most of their misshapen bodies had quite an erotic effect upon him.

Because it was Eric’s first involvement in a nudist vacation the family decided to concentrate on the recreational aspect of the experience. While they looked forward to the “swinging” aspect they always enjoyed at the camp Carl thought it was premature to try introducing their son-in-law to this alternative sexual component, something that Pauline lobbied against but finally agreed.

From the time she met Eric as a youngster, Pauline had begun dreaming of having sex with him. Had it not been for the strict Johnstone rule of holding that side of their life secret she would have brought him into the fold long ago. But her lust for the young man had grown so intense that she fully intended to seduce herself during their first Garden of Eden vacation that included him. She was able to convince her husband and their children though that now that he was a member of the family and soon-to-be father of their grandchild, he could be phased in. “What greater opportunity will we ever have than during his first visit to The Garden of Eden when the other families we swing with aren’t part of the scene. Eric has been checking me out since he was a kid, he-he-he. I’ve seen his little pecker producing a diminutive bulge in his shorts since puberty and can see how large his bulge is now, he-he-he. I think it will be perfect for his mother-in-law—the most attractive forty-year-old at the camp—to both ease his awkwardness at his first nudist experience and introduce him to the Johnstone family variety of sex at the same time.”

It happened the morning after the first late-night party at the clubhouse. Eric had been encouraged to drink much more wine than he usually did. Because of the advanced stage of Maryanne’s pregnancy, Eric was only getting blowjobs from his wife. They were all fully aware of how primed Eric was for the kind of hot sex that Pauline would be lavishing him with. When Carl, Maryanne, and her brother Kit went to have breakfast at the clubhouse Pauline stayed behind. Eric, under the influence of Bacchus, was still sound asleep. After the rest of the family had gone out the door Pauline slipped into Eric and Maryanne’s room. Getting under the covers next to her somnolent son-in-law she snuggled up behind him and groped for his morning erection.

Still, between slumber and slowly emerging wakefulness, Eric reached back, stretched his hand over Pauline’s hip, and patted her soft, warm naked bottom. Though subconsciously knowing that the body behind him was female things were not adding up. Maryanne’s immense belly should have been further behind him. Pauline’s breasts were softer than his wife’s milk-charged ones and weren’t leaking. As his hand moved on Pauline’s ass he said, “Maryanne?” When he heard through his fog-filled ears, “It’s Pauline Eric. I’ve come to take care of some of your um ... needs darling,” his entire body went rigid. The woman behind him kissed the back of his neck, chuckled, and said, “Relax Eric he-he-he, you’re the only one in the family who doesn’t know what’s going on here.”

His mother-in-law’s comment shocked him to wakefulness. Still, In a muddle, he thought that he might have done something wrong and asked himself, What the hell does she mean by that? In confusion, he started to bolt out of bed saying, “JESUS Pauline. I’m SORRY.” But his playful mother-in-law held him tight and pulled him back.

“Shh, shh, shh Eric, I didn’t mean to threaten you. There’s nothing wrong Honey. Everyone else has gone out for breakfast. I thought we could just take a little time to, um ... get to know each other a little better.”

As she pressed her warm, moist lips against the back of his neck it was the kind of tenderness he dreamed of as the lust she had triggered in the past by her constant flirting rose within him. What he thought was a dream seemed incredibly real. Trying to clear the cobwebs from his hungover brain he heard her say, “It’s just that we (as if she were speaking of the family) know that you’ve been having trouble getting comfortable here. I’m just trying to make you feel a little bit better about being naked with someone besides Maryanne sweetie.” She patted his hip then slid her hand over it, found his rock-hard erection, and enfolded it in her soft, warm, and purposeful grip.

Holy shit! Eric thought as the shock clarified various mysteries about Pauline Johnstone. Having had sexual fantasies about her since he was a teen including numerous masturbatory adventures after having gone to bed many nights, he was still trying to get comfortable with the family’s nudist lifestyle. She is Maryanne’s MOTHER for Christ’s sake, Carl’s WIFE. How can I POSSIBLY be such a scumbag as to have sex with her? What else is going on in my in-law’s life that is making her come on to me like this? What was making it even more uncomfortable was that he had to piss so badly that his balls hurt. “Um Pauline,” he pleaded, “I ... I ... um have to go to the bathroom so badly that it hurts.”

Giggling, his mother-in-law said, “I understand baby,” and in one motion as she released her grip around his erect penis, Eric sat up and bolted from bed, making a hasty escape to the bathroom.

As he stood in front of the toilet, holding a hard penis that refused to go down, conflicting thoughts battled in his brain. He needed to go but couldn’t start a stream. Usually, in this situation, his cock would begin to soften, and the stream would go through a series of starts and stops until he would be blessed with a forceful river of relief. But the tactile memory of Pauline’s hand holding his most private part wasn’t kept his wang from cooperating. Trying to force it made his balls ache. Hoping it would help he sat down. But it didn’t. Forcing contractions caused a drip, then a truncated squirt then nothing. Bearing down again he produced a longer squirt. Then, as his erection softened to a mild arc his stream began in earnest. Closing his eyes he sighed and said, “Thank GOD.”

Midway through his epic pee, he hoped, she won’t be there when I get back. She was just teasing. But when he walked back into the room where she was, not only on the bed but with the covers pushed back, lying naked. His “knock-out” mother-in-law looked like the picture of a wanton woman who might hang over a strip club bar. She was smiling.

In her smooth, husky voice his mother-in-law said, “Why don’t you lay down, lie back, and let Mama Johnstone take care of things?”

Jesus, he thought, I’m trapped! But eyeing the forty-three-year-old woman for whom he had been lusting since he was a teenager made surrender much easier to deny. To his eyes, she was just an older version of Maryanne. Unlike his wife though she was thicker and had a slightly pooched belly. She wasn’t pregnant though. At a normal height of about 5’4,” her mid-length hair was chestnut with no visible strands of gray. Her legs were shapely and well-toned. Her ample breasts sagged a bit to the side she laid on but looked as if they would still be fairly perky were she standing. Her slightly tanned, shapely tits were punctuated with Spanish peanut-sized nipples of a light mahogany color, encircled by two-inch areolae with pimply bumps. The smile she awarded him for giving her good visual marks encouraged his erection to its former “piss-hard-on” stiffness.