Chapter 11: A Quiet Calm

Jim and I fell into a routine after his adult children departed. We’d awaken and make love, and then take a long walk in the morning, often parking downtown and then walking to and around the bayfront and marina, and even having breakfast at a place called O’Leary’s on the bayfront. We’d walk back to the car, head to one of our homes, and work on home projects or such.

I had reverted to my nude state of mind. I’d put on my sexy heels and hang out around the house. Usually, I suntanned nude for up to an hour. Jim joined me and we’d talk about one thing or another and also edge each other a little.

We kept two robes by the front door in case there was a delivery. Jim’s was a long blue terry cloth robe that was very manly. Mine was thin and revealing, and kind of short. At least, no one could accuse me of not being dressed to answer the door.

Occasionally, in the afternoon, one or two of our friends would stop by – Bruce or Hank came most often. I was quite accommodating. Jim watched and participated more than half the time, but also felt content to let his friends try to tire me out. I felt in seventh heaven because all these men loved me and I craved their attention.

Mindy or Rita would also come by and become part of the nude contingent in the house. Jim could not resist two of us parading around the house naked, and he’d often ‘attack’ – creating gales of giggles and laughter as he pulled the two of us into the master bedroom to make love. He upped his game with the two women, giving them his A-game in terms of his cunnilingus skills when the rest of his equipment was resting up.

I also encouraged Jim to make weekly visits with Mindy and Rita. I didn’t want them to feel they weren’t desirable. He’d greet his male friends and then get escorted to the bedroom by their wives where he’d plunder and love them for an hour or so. I’d get him back soon enough, and if he wasn’t rarin’ to go then, he would be shortly thereafter. I felt no loss, yet good about pleasing my friends with something I could encourage to happen.

We usually ate dinner out at restaurants a lot, sampling the many meal sources in the area. Often, we’d split a meal or bring home great leftovers to use for lunch the next day. We each had some gym equipment that we typically used in the afternoon. Between our walks, exercise, and our very active sex life, we were keeping trim.

Saturday nights were our time with Bruce, Mindy, Hank, and Rita. We rotated houses as well the responsibility for the entrée. Some weeks we’d do something on a mid-week evening. Everyone got creative in terms of side dishes for the meals.

The six of us played with each other, too. There were skinny-dip games in the pool, and we were always very sexual and loving. One week we learned that an aerosol can of whipped cream can create a lot of fun when applied to sexual organs. How had we missed this important part of our education earlier in life? I think all of us thought these years with each other were our last hurrah as far as sex went. I confessed my fears to Jim and he agreed that he expected to ‘crap out’ at any moment.

The six of us also dined out together or would go to a club of some kind with live music. Despite our age, the ‘girls’ would get involved in flashing or letting ourselves get overheard in the ladies’ room revealing some sexual delight we’d just enjoyed. We were getting off on being naughty and behaved like we were in college. Heck, some places we were far from the oldest people there.

Edie came out of the closet with our friends about her pornographic ‘modeling’ decades earlier. At our various weekend parties, we’d watch another of her videos while we did equivalent things with our friends.

Hank suggested we do our own porn video. Thus, over several Saturday evenings, we recorded several hours of video on our iPhones. He took the various clips to make a more coherent film ‘worthy of watching’. Hank loved computers and fancy software. This gave him an excuse to get deeply into an app

called iMovie, so he was eager to do the editing.

Five weeks after we started the Porn Project, we were at Hank and Rita’s home for our Saturday party. Right after dinner, when we would have played one of Edie’s films, he started the video he’d assembled from the many small clips we’d fed him from our phones on his large living room television. We were fucking in style!

Hank was with me and we started to make love, but I also wanted to see the video. Thus, he moved us into the spoon position, so we could both see the TV. The video started with all of us out to dinner at the Beach Shack. There was some light music, but no voices were heard. Anything said was visually implied. It then showed us making out in the parking lot, changing partners as we kissed and felt up each other. Then we drove ‘home’, only home was Jim’s house, although all the homes appeared because of the many clips taken in different homes that made up the film.

Soon everyone was fucking everybody else’s brains out. He made sure to show every possible combination of men and women doing each other. There were room shots, zooms, and close-ups. There was straight up fucking, and then shots of Jim sucking cum from a woman’s vagina as well as his outstanding cunnilingus. There were some good sapphic scenes, too. He got a little of everything.

Hank’s movie ran a little over an hour. None of us lasted that long as we watched it. Jim and Mindy had even started their second round as she sat in his lap impaled on his cock as they watched the film. We all laughed a lot and commented on the film’s choreography.

We applauded at the end. Hank had done a really good job. I told him that I’d seen many worse ‘professional’ jobs resulting from some of the films that I did. “We should really put that up on the Internet.” That remark resulted in a lot of laughter.

Rita was laughing so hard she had tears rolling down her cheeks. “Even in as good a shape as we are, not many people want to see six adults near sixty-years-old cavorting sexually. I think we’d get booed into a house of shame and humiliation.”

Hank got defensive, “Hey, there’s a whole school of adult videos out there about GILFs – ‘grandmothers I’d like to fuck’, and then a lot of ‘mature’ stuff – and I mean, way older than MILFs. There’s a niche for everything. I know; I used to troll that stuff before we all found each other.”

I said in a somewhat teasing tone, “So, if Hank did find a market for it, would any of you be upset if it went online? Personally, I’m already out there and not employed. I doubt anybody would recognize me otherwise.”

Everyone’s head shook. Jim said, “My kids might be shocked but they’re unlikely to find it, and they already know about what goes on in my life. Eeech. It’d be fun to have that on my life resume – porno stud.” He shrugged.

Bruce and Mindy said they didn’t care except if their kids found out, but they didn’t suspect that they were trolling the Internet for mature porn too frequently. Rita felt the same way. Ultimately, Hank laughed and said he’d put minimal effort into the sales activity.

A month later as we sat in a booth for dinner at El Tequila’s Mexican restaurant, Hank reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out a bunch of checks. He gave a check to each of the other five at the table, including his wife. Each check was for $500.

Mindy burst out, “YOU SOLD IT? HOLY SHIT.” Several people at other tables stared at us due to her outburst.

Hank quieted everyone. “Yes. I got $3,000 for it, and a thirty percent share of any profits it generates. The outfit I sold it to, Circle-X Productions, cut it down to some five- or ten-minute clips to entice viewers to buy the full video or subscribe to their website. Depending on what they buy, we get some change.”

“Is it online?” Jim asked.

Hank passed his phone that was cued up ready to play the shortened clip without the volume turned up. People in our group leaned over shoulders watching the five-minute video. It was pretty sexy. The title of the film was ‘Mature Orgy with Three GILFs’.

“So, now what?” I asked with a twinkle in my eye.

Hank said, “I’ll send you the various links. We got a free year-long subscription to the group’s various websites including the ones that carry our video. You can send the link to the clip out to all your friends, but we can’t give away the subscription information.” He was hitting some keys on his phone, and soon that had happened.

I immediately sent the clip to my daughter Penny. I watched Jim send the link to Carolyn and Josh.

Penny replied about fifteen minutes later with a happy face emoji.

Carolyn replied with an emoji expressing shock and awe, as well as embarrassment.

Josh didn’t reply with graphics. His text message was, “WTF. ROFLOL.”

We laughed and speculated what the response would be should the other children in our group discover their parents’ naughtiness. In general, the various adults thought their adult children would disown them and try to shame them to take down the film, a possibility that Hank said was no longer an option.

Carolyn held my head to her bare breast. I was maintaining her nipple at a state the military might refer to as DEFCON 1. The nipple and the rest of her were in a state of sexual excitement I couldn’t remember ever seeing. We were in her bed and both panting after our second round of lovemaking. For the past ninety minutes, we had pushed the concept of love and incest to the limits, at least as far as a father-daughter could.

The way we were positioned, I could suck on her left nipple, re-exciting it to the white-hot state I’d had her whole body in since Edie and I had arrived in Virginia. We remained coupled together despite having finished our second round of lovemaking several minutes earlier. I briefly hoped Edie was having a good time with Matt. The rest of the focus was on my daughter and making love to the most wonderful woman in the world. I’d loved her for almost thirty years, but his took our love to whole new level, far into the heavens.

Carolyn kissed the top of my head – the best she could reach after I’d moved partly off of her as we finished In the missionary position. “Thank you for coming my way on this. I knew I’d love you like no other man, and I do. You are THE man in my life now. I have a level of love for you that matches no other person on this planet.”

I said, “What about Matt?”

“I stand by what I just said. I love Matt, too, but you showed me a whole new level and a whole different connection with another person. I feel a purity in our love I never knew existed. I know there’s a heaven now, because we were just there as we made love.”

“Do you suppose he and Edie are finished?”

Carolyn laughed, “I had to work on ‘Mr. Spontaneous Combustion’ for two years after we started having sex and then got married so he’d gain some semblance of control and last long enough for me to have an orgasm. Let’s just say, Yes, I think they’re done, and I hope he didn’t revert to his old habits.”

“And you’re feeling all right, despite what we did, including that he and Edie have made love ... fucked ... for the whole time we did.”

“Oh, yes, fine. I’m past all that stuff. You taught me about leaving negative emotions behind and compersion. Besides, I am so flooded with your love I could burst. Any other emotion is secondary to what I feel now.”