I got a call a week or so ago, and you’ll never guess who was calling! It was Irma, Ruth’s mother! She invited Nils and me to Thanksgiving dinner. I told her that might work out well, but that I’d have to check with Nils, as he might have other plans. She chuckled and said, “Guess who suggested I call you, dear? Nils. He said just about the same thing you did about you maybe having other plans.”

Well, to tell you the truth, I did have other plans. I had called Grandma that morning and was planning on going to see her for Thanksgiving morning and have lunch with her. She had suggested bringing Nils along, and that sounded fine by me, but I hadn’t had a chance to talk to him about it.

Irma and her husband, Joe, live between where I live and where Grandma lives, so after visiting Grandma for a few hours, we could drive to Joe and Irma’s on the way home. I just had to check with Nils first.

Nils came home after dark. It wasn’t late, but it was after dark. Of course, it starts to get dark around four o’clock these days! Nils wasn’t tired, but he was hungry. I was rushing around doing the last-minute things you have to do to have dinner on the table when he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, his big hands covering my little tits.

“Guess who called me today?” he asked. He moved his fingers and trapped my nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.

“I couldn’t,” I replied, leaning back against him. I was in my usual clothing for in the house: stockings and an apron and nothing else. I laid my head against his chest, my curly hair tickling his nose.

“Irma,” he said, simply. “Irma called and invited us to Thanksgiving dinner. She said they were having some family and friends over, and they felt that we should be a part of their family.”

“Oh,” I said. “And what did you tell her?”

He turned me around and kissed me. Then, in the middle of the kiss, he swatted my butt, hard! “You know what I told her. I told her to talk to you about any plans we might have. I’m just the artist, you’re the social director!” He swatted my butt again, but lighter.

“Ow! That hurt!” I yelped and danced away from him. “Yes, she called me, and I said I had to discuss it with you!”

“Good,” he said, as he reached out and took me in his arms. He laid me back in his strong arms and bent his head to give me a kiss, at the same time lightly pinching my nipple. “Good answer. So what are we doing on Thanksgiving?”

He lifted me up and I was on my feet, feeling a little dizzy. Another kiss and I turned back to the oven. I pulled the meatloaf out and he stroked my ass, not going down into the crease. He did that once before, and I had reacted by jumping and a whole chicken went flying! Thomas and Amber had fun, once the juices had cooled off, licking up the mess.

“Well,” I said, “Grandma called and asked me to visit, which I had already planned to do, anyway, but she asked me to bring you along. At the home, they’ll have their Thanksgiving dinner at noon.” I put the meatloaf on the top of the stove and checked the mashed potatoes. “Dinner’s ready. Help yourself.”

He picked up a plate and loaded it with potatoes, green beans and meatloaf. Not very formal, and kind of plain, but he liked it simple, so that was to the good. I followed and filled my plate and we sat at the table across from each other.

I picked up my fork and started cutting the meat and popped a small portion into my mouth. Flavor exploded across my tongue. I make a mean meatloaf. I heard an appreciative groan from across the table and I knew that Nils was pleased as well.

“Anyway,” I continued, “I thought we could go up there and visit Grandma for a few hours, have lunch with her and then, on the way back, stop at Joe and Irma’s. Irma said they wouldn’t have their dinner until around 4 or 5. How does that sound to you?”

Nils struggled for a moment with a mouthful of food. He swallowed and took a small sip of the water in front of him before he spoke. “That sounds fine. Are you sure Grandma wants to see me?”

“Oh, she asked that you come, too. I think she likes you. When she gave me the keys to the property, she made it a point that you should enjoy it, too, you know.”

“I didn’t know,” he said. “You never said anything.”

“Well, she did,” I said. “Irma mentioned that Ruth would be home, too, and there would be some other people we might like to meet. She said it would be a gathering of family and friends. I guess we’ve made it on their friends list!”

“That sounds intriguing,” Nils said. “Why don’t you call your grandmother and tell her we’ll be there around 10? We can stay for lunch, stay awhile and then go on to Joe’s.” He paused. “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. I haven’t had a real Thanksgiving dinner in a few years. Sounds like fun.”

I was glad that he was so enthusiastic about the plan because I had already made those arrangements with Grandma and Irma. I did promise to bring Grandma a pecan pie, and Irma said I could bring something for dessert, too. Another pecan pie would be just the thing. I had Grandma’s old pie carrier and some cheap pie plates so I was prepared to take and leave the pies wherever we went.

The next week just seemed to fly by and before I knew it, Nils and I were in my car on the way to Grandma’s. The pies were in the back seat, the pie carrier buckled into the seatbelt. I wasn’t going to take a chance on them bouncing around! Nils seemed content to let me drive, his hand on my thigh the whole way.

Even though it was November, the weather was warmer than usual. Nils was dressed in grey slacks and a dark blue button-down shirt with a light grey sport coat. I had on a nice sleeveless dress in dark red. The hem was a little short, so that when I drove, it rode up my legs a bit and Nils’ hand was actually on the skin of my thigh. I liked that! I had a white knit shrug on over the dress, and both of us had light overcoats sitting on the back seat next to the pie carrier.

We arrived at Grandma’s a little before 10, and she gushed over how nice we looked. I glanced in the mirror in her hallway, and I had to admit, we did look striking together; he with his grey hair and beard, sport coat unbuttoned and the shirt open at the neck, and me with my curly black hair and white shrug over the red dress. Yes, we did look good together.

We sat together in the lounge of the home, talking quietly. Grandma sat in a chair that Nils had pulled over to a sofa where he and I were sitting. He put it very close to the sofa and I was on the end closest to Grandma. As we spoke, I held her hands in mine. Nils leaned toward the two of us, his arm around me. There were other people around us, but we didn’t pay them any mind, except, of course, when they stopped and said hello. All the women wanted to know who Nils was, and a few of the men tried to flirt with me. It was a fun morning, and when dinner was announced, I was a little hungry.

I took Grandma by the hand and Nils went to her other side and between the two of us, we guided Grandma to the dining area. I’m glad I’d told Grandma we were coming because the staff at the home had set up the dining room especially for families, with the idea that families should all eat together. They even had name tags at the different tables with the names of the guests and residents.

Grandma’s table was set a little to the right of center, with Nils on one side of Grandma and me on the other. We sat and enjoyed turkey with mashed potatoes and gravy. The stuffing was OK, but I knew I could do better. There was cranberry salad and green fluff salad and all sorts of vegetables. There was even macaroni and cheese and a green bean casserole! They had it set up buffet-style, and it felt like a regular Thanksgiving Day meal. I could tell that Grandma appreciated it by the smile she had on her face. Nils and I made sure to compliment the staff on the wonderful meal and the decorations, and just everything. I know that they don’t have the easiest job in the world, but I appreciate the efforts they go to to make everyone feel at home.

We lingered after lunch at the table for more than an hour. Unfortunately, eventually it was time for us to go. We had some distance to travel, and we didn’t want to be late for our next dinner. Grandma understood, and we walked her back to her apartment. Then, it was time for us to leave.

Grandma gestured for Nils to come closer to her. When he did, she reached her arms up and around his neck, pulling him down to her level. She gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I overheard her tell him to take care of me and to let her be the first to know if I got pregnant. She said she wanted to hold a great-grandchild on her lap before she died. I was so embarrassed. Nils, bless his heart, agreed she’d be the first to know, right after him!

She stepped over to me. “Naomi,” she said, “I know that I just embarrassed you, but it’s time for you to start working on having a family. I know that you will be a good mama, but I want to be around to see it happen! I love you.”

What could I say? I told her I loved her, and when I decided to have a baby, she’d be the first to know about it. We hugged and kissed and then we were in the car. I must have had tears in my eyes because the road was a bit blurry for a couple of minutes. Nils’ silence seemed to speak volumes to me.

I broke the silence when I said, “She means well, you know. I think she’s a little lonely, too.”

“I know,” said Nils quietly. “I was just trying to imagine my life with children in it, that’s all.”

“Really?” I asked. “Do you think you want to have children at your age?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t know. But it is something to think about.” He didn’t say anything more about it, but reached for the radio. He turned it on, tuning it to a football game. We listened to the game all the way to Joe and Irma’s place.

When we got there, there were a couple of extra cars in the driveway. One of them looked very big and very expensive. I parked just around the corner. Thank goodness it was warm! There was a bit of a breeze, though, and it kept trying to blow up my skirt and show the world my lack of underwear! I gave Nils the pie carrier. I put one hand in his arm and used my free hand to try to keep the skirt of the dress in place. I don’t think I was very successful. Luckily, there wasn’t anybody around to see my predicament.

Joe and Irma’s place was a Craftsman-style home that looked like it had been updated sometime in the recent past. The porch was wide and there was a swing to one side. Sturdy pillars of cast stone supported the roof over the porch, and the door looked to be a very solid maple. I rang the doorbell with my free hand, and we could hear it play inside the house.

Ruth answered the door. She was dressed in a very light robe, and the light from the living room shined right through it, casting her in a beautiful silhouette. It was obvious that she wore nothing underneath it, and her nipples crinkled as the cooler outside air blew over her breasts. She saw us and squealed. “Mom!” she shouted over her shoulder. “Naomi and Nils made it!” She opened the door wider and grabbed me in a big hug. “Oh, thank you for coming,” she gushed. “There’s no one my age around here and all of the old men are flirting with me!”

She let me go and then put her arms around Nils. “I think you’ll fit right in with these old geezers,” she teased. She reached up and gave him a kiss.

“Ruth,” said a voice behind her. “Let him go so that they can come in, dear! And, they’re bearing a present!” It was Irma, of course. She reached around Ruth and snagged the pie carrier.

“Come in, come in,” she said, gesturing to the interior of the house. “All of our guests are either in the dining room or in the kitchen, I’m afraid,” she continued. “Ruth, why don’t you show them where they can change into something more comfortable?” She turned away from us and sashayed back into the rear of the house with the pie carrier in her hand. She was dressed just like Ruth, in just a kimono-style robe. Again, the light shined through and you could tell she was as naked under it as her daughter was under hers.

“Come on and follow me,” said Ruth as she turned to go up some stairs. “Mom’s hoping you two will stay the night, so she’s putting you into the guest bedroom. Dinner’s going to be in about half-an-hour, so don’t take too long changing. Dad wants you to meet our other guests before we eat!” With that, she opened the door to a nice-looking room, turned around and went back down the stairs.

“Stay the night?” asked Nils. “You didn’t say anything about that!”

“Oh, didn’t I?” I said as innocently as I could. “It must have slipped my mind.” I stepped into the room, shedding my shrug and I walked. I laid it down neatly on the bed. “Unzip me, please,” I added as I kicked off my shoes.

Nils came up to me and before he unzipped me, he gently put his hands around my throat. “Forgot, eh?” he said. “I’ll bet you ‘just forgot’!” He squeezed gently then unzipped me from the throat to the bottom of the dress. I shrugged my shoulders and it fell off of them, leaving the dress dragging down my arms. I pulled it off over my hands and the dress hung from my hand until I folded it neatly and placed it on top of my shrug. That’s all I needed to do. I reached over the end of the bed where two silken robes, similar to what Ruth and Irma had on, were lying. I took the smaller of the two and on put it on.

Nils stood there, just looking at me. “Well,” I said. “Aren’t you going to change?”

“Yes, I will,” he said. “I just wanted to watch you slip that on!” He shed the jacket and slipped it over the back of a chair sitting in the corner of the room. He slipped off his shoes and socks and then took off his other clothes. He folded them all very neatly and set them on the seat of the chair. He walked over to me and I could see his cock was at least half-hard and it swayed to and fro as he walked. As he picked up the second robe, I reached out and held his cock.

“Be careful,” he said. “That thing might go off!” He chuckled and I let him go so he could don the robe. He opened the door to the bedroom and he held my hand as we walked down the stairs together.

To be honest, I was a little intimidated going down the stairs. I mean, I didn’t really know just what I might find. I know that Ruth and Irma were dressed like Nils and me, but what about everyone else? Was this some kind of prank, or were we being initiated into some weird cult?

Turns out, my fears were groundless: everyone there was dressed in loose, light silk robes like Nils and me. There were two other couples besides Joe and Irma, so our group was only nine people.

We were introduced to the other couples as Nils and Naomi and the story of our getting acquainted with Joe and Irma was explained. Nils’ portrait of Ruth was pointed out and the others commented positively on it.

As we were introduced, I felt Nils’ left arm snake around my waist and he was able to shake hands all around. One couple was George and his wife, Katie. They looked to be about Joe and Irma’s age and George was introduced as being a local banker. Katie, after raising their children, was able to do lots of volunteer work. Both of them, while older, looked to be in pretty good shape. George was about six feet tall with a small ‘spare tire’, but pretty muscular. Katie, on the other hand, was shorter than me and just as tiny.

The other couple was Patrick and his significant other, Abigail. She insisted we call her Abby. They were somewhat younger than George and Katie, but maybe a little older than Ruth and me. Both of them were on the skinny side, and about the same height, maybe five foot six. Patrick was a software developer who had sold his business and now was independently wealthy, and Abby was an artist, but one who dealt in glass.

Irma pressed a glass into my hand, saying it was a special Thanksgiving nectar Joe had concocted. It was sweet and tasted of apples and cinnamon. Nils and I downed them after the first sip and we both asked for seconds.

Ruth said, “Take it easy on that stuff. It may go down easily, but it will give your head a real spin!”

Everyone laughed, but after taking a sip of the second glassful, I understood what Ruth meant. It was sneaky! I don’t know what the alcohol in it was, but it took a minute or more for it to be felt, and when it did, you wanted to do nothing more than sit down! My head was suddenly spinning, so I did sit down, and in not too ladylike a fashion, either. Nils stood there, swaying, and put out a hand to the table to steady himself.

“Ruth,” he said, slowly, “you weren’t kidding, were you? That’s pretty potent stuff, Joe!” He grabbed the lapel of the robe and fanned it a little bit. I was doing the same thing because not only did the drink make you a little woozy, but it also warmed you up!

It was then that I noticed that everyone’s robes were open and the belts were hanging loose. The men’s cocks were pushing out between the edges of the robes and the women’s pudenda, while not on display like the men’s cocks, were open for all to see. Ruth and Katie imitated Nils’ action, opening their robes so that their boobs were also on display, if only for a few seconds.

I thought, ‘well, when in Rome,’ and untied my robe, too. Nils’ robe had already somehow come untied and he was displayed just like the other men.

Joe decided then that it was time to explain the situation. I mean, it’s not everyday that you go to someone’s home and no one has anything on except light silk robes!

Joe started with a toast: “To all of us, family and friends alike, may we all be thankful for who and what we are on this Thanksgiving Day!”