Chapter 27

Sunday Morning – Highland Presbyterian Church

Bob held JoAnn’s hand, eyes up, as the congregation bowed their heads for the final prayer. Surrounded by friends and family, I took a deep breath, trying to relax.

Pastor Scott lifted an arm, praying. His family was coming over for lunch after the service. Outside, a gorgeous Memorial Day weekend, perfect weather to grill and be nude.

Ten days ago, Bob had been fighting in Ramadi, Iraq, with his Special Forces brothers supporting conventional US Army and Marine Corps units in a grueling urban fight against al-Qaeda in Iraq (AQI) insurgents.

Inside, I felt tense and on edge, sensitive to the crowd size, noise, and surroundings. Hypervigilant, the doctors said, referring to the effects of sustained combat on a person’s mind.

JoAnn squeezed his hand. A nurse who’d worked in Army hospitals, she understood and dealt with the aftermath of his return from Afghanistan in 2002.

They sang the doxology, then filed out down the center aisle following their four kids. Along the way, old friends welcomed Bob home and shook his hand. A few combat veterans gave him a knowing look and moved on.

I was relieved to get outside, the sun on my face, the smell of pine trees, and children’s laughter felt reassuring. My eldest took my arm, pressing close, her supple body comforting as we stood on the patio for refreshments. JoAnn handed me a cup of black coffee, then sought out her friends.

James, a Marine veteran of the war in Afghanistan, stopped by. He eyed Kristy while we talked about the difficulty he was having adjusting to college life. I suggested the local VFW post.

Sarah Miller slid up to them as James moved on. He caught a whiff of floral scent, rose and peony. He knew it, Very Irresistible Givenchy Sensual Eau de Parfum. For Sarah’s fifteenth birthday he’d sent her a small bottle of the perfume Liv was the face of.

“Can I ride with you? My parents will be a little longer,” she asked, her petite body vibrating under her scooped-neck summer dress.

“Of course,” I said to the young woman, an email pen pal for the last four months. I couldn’t wait to let her sit on my lap.

“Let’s get some punch,” Kristy said, taking Sarah by the hand as arms wrapped around my waist from behind, head pressed against my back.

“You’re home!” Mock goth girl Cassandra said, sliding around in front of me, tugging at her blue dress. Pulling it tight over her generous fifteen-year-old chest, I took her hands.

“I am. You look great,” I said. She had less baby fat on her face, confident when she sang solo.

Her grandfather Frank, a Marine Corps veteran of Vietnam, put a hand on her shoulder and stuck out his hand.

“Welcome home, Bob,” he said, giving another knowing look. They shook.

Last I checked, Frank was fucking my daughter, Kristy, a deal she made for golf lessons and clothes back in January. I’d fucked Cassandra a few times before I left, so I couldn’t judge to harshly.

“We’ll see you for lunch,” he said, telling her to go find Nancy.

I was alone for a moment, the green mountains of Boone a striking change from the sandy brown and shit smell of Iraq. These feelings would mellow, I’d learned, but the hyper vigilance and other feelings never truly left. That’s why I have Rachel, my sexy VA paid therapist, to talk with.

Kristy reappeared, waving my truck keys. “Mom has the twins and Kevin and Sarah.”

I glanced at the big cross on the roof as I followed Kristy to the parking lot. Images of last night’s “welcome home” family sex night in the master bedroom still fresh. We’d all changed in the last four months.

On the bed, Kristy stroked and took my big cock deep, wrapping her lips around my cock head, unashamed. Jenny leaned in, giving me her growing boobies to suck on as she ran her hands through my hair, her fingers tracing my new tan lines. She kissed my freshly shaved face as I fingered her moist slit. “Daddy,” she said in a quiet voice between kisses, my heart melting.

My curly-haired blonde baby, Lynn, lay with her brother and mom. JoAnn, the maestro, ensured everyone got time with me.

I slid into the passenger seat of my own truck. Kristy smiled, her hand on the Toyota’s stick shift. She’d ridden me hard last night, my welcome home, no virgin girl. Wavy dark brown hair falling to midback, dark Ray-Ban sunglasses, she looked good in her tight blue jeans and cream blouse behind the wheel. We’d all be naked soon.

Caroline and JoAnn

Bob smacked his lips, washing down his last mouthful of pork rib meat, slow-cooked, from Howard’s Grill, perfectly seasoned, the hickory smoke flavor lingering. The local IPA beer did its job. I’d missed this. North Carolina ribs, potato salad, beans, and grilled chicken, too, on a warm holiday weekend.

The wooden picnic table was covered by a red and white checkered tablecloth. In the middle, a chipped Tennessee Volunteers coffee mug holding small American, POW, and North Carolina flags sat, between the condiments, surrounded by trays of food. Store-bought grilled meats, along with homemade desserts and sides.

Laughter and screams from the pool and trampoline behind me, with my friends around me on the patio, familiar. All of us were naked, as was the norm at the Wilkens’s house. The neighbors were far enough away for privacy among the trees that sheltered the backyard.

Dripping wet, Sarah took my plate and returned with a Diet Coke in her hand. My lap was open now, ready to receive the teenager. Delicate yet athletic with a light tan, she had the sexy Hermione Granger look of smart and naughty. We kissed on the lips as she sat sideways in the sturdy patio chair, rubbing her ass over my cock. Six months ago, the group would have been shocked by her actions, but not today.

It’d been a while since January, the last time I’d fucked Sarah. She is a sweet girl whose emails with Bible verses and other uplifting thoughts helped keep me grounded. Caroline, her mom, smiled across from us in conversation with the newest member of our little group, Katie Nelson. Katie had a “rockin’ body” with heavy breasts and a beautiful MILF face, her shapely legs crossed as the two talked, plastic wine glasses in hand.

JoAnn had mentioned the Nelsons—friends from church—becoming “close friends,” though not in any detail, over email. Katie, her husband, and their two youngest girls were invited to the small home-nudity, welcome-home picnic; their eldest boy was busy with friends, as he was leaving home soon after graduation.

I palmed Sarah’s small breasts, testing their size and weight. “You’ve grown,” I said, flicking each pert pink nipple as she watched my hand.

“Yes, I think so, but not as big as my mom’s or Kristy’s,” she answered, cheeks going red.

“No, they’re perfect,” I said, just as the picnic table shifted the flag mug tipping.

Pastor Scott, who had the sleek build of a long-distance runner, had young Olivia bent over, her hands gripping the end of the table, his cock against her ass. The young girl had long coltish legs, with large fourteen-year-old boobs, and big areola, swayed back and forth as Scott thrust again. With an angelic heart-shaped face like her mom, she’s a future man killer. She stared back at us, biting her upper lip, showing off her braces as Scott molested her.

I shifted Sarah around, her dark eyes questioning. At fifteen, she was still learning to be assertive. I hadn’t had sex in front of these people in four months. Thoughts of Colleen, my Army nurse, came uninvited; she would be at Fort Bragg soon.

“You good?” I asked even as Sarah took my stiff cock in her two small hands. I massaged her narrow shoulders.

I glanced around. Frank had Jenny in his lap, wet brown hair sticking to her glistening body as she giggled at something he said, a hand between her thighs.

Handsome, tall Daniel Nelson stood with a smiling Kristy by the trampoline, fondling her breasts while one of hers pulled on his stiff cock. Damn, I felt a jolt of fatherly jealousy. Turning away, I let it pass. Kevin was in a corner of the pool with his sister, Lynn, and Cassandra, while the older girls, Raquel and star softball player Riley Nelson, sunglasses on, lay on beach towels on a patch of grass, their toned bodies drying. Both were physically more developed, closer to full womanhood than the rest of the teens.

Ben knelt next to Riley, holding a tube of sunblock. I noticed the changes in Ben the most: his self-confidence around the opposite sex, a new short haircut, and hints of toned muscles on his chest and arms. With purpose, he rubbed lotion onto Riley’s pert, white breasts, the three laughing, his cock stiffening. Raquel turned on her side and reached across Riley’s chest for Ben’s dick. Damn, she had a great ass, toned and tan.

Bob watched JoAnn catch the mug as Scott, who loved young girls, slid his cock in and out of Olivia. She was huffing, watching Sarah and me. Seeing the naked teen having sex with my friend was new. I pulled aside Sarah’s damp chestnut hair, kissed her neck, and pointed to the end of the table opposite them.

Caroline and Katie followed us. Sarah eyed her mom as she gripped the edge and bent over. She didn’t have to go far; she wasn’t tall, just over five feet. JoAnn smiled at me.

“Let me,” Katie said, dropping to her knees. “Welcome home.” The beautiful woman took my seven inches in her mouth, cracking her jaw. Sarah straightened up, watching, waiting.

This was a welcome surprise, Daniel’s sexy wife, whom I’d admired for years. “Please do,” I said as she licked the precum from my tip.

As she sucked, I bent, curious, and hefted one of her D-size tits. Her mouth sucked harder. Maybe it was the sight of Daniel fondling Kristy as his wife Katie sucked me off, knowing the inevitable as my daughter lay down on the grass, a beach towel under her.

Daniel knew what he was about to do was wrong, and I knew sleeping with another man’s wife was bad—usually. That made this moment even more exciting.

“Jo, a lounge pad, please,” I said. As soon as I was good and hard, I smiled and mouthed “Sorry” to Sarah. The pad lay out on the deck, so I took Katie by the hand. A surprised look on her face, her eyes finding mine, then acceptance—a nod of her head. She saw what I did.

“On your hands and knees.” We faced Daniel and Kristy off to our right. Scott slowed inside Olivia, holding her by the hips.

Katie had a body that Playboy models and porn stars would be extremely envious of, with a narrow waist, flared hips, and a little bit of padding on her ass. Her long legs put her ass crack and cunt lips at my height, heavy breasts dangling. I didn’t even question myself as I fingered her moist, hairy slit.

“Katie, I’ve wanted to do this for years,” I confessed, a thought most men in the congregation had had at one time or another. She turned her head, shaking out her dark hair.

“Come on, Bob, fuck me!” she said. The surprisingly naughty words pushed all my buttons.

I pulled my finger out and pressed the tip into her wet, hairy folds as she pushed back with her hips. On the grass, Kristy spread her legs wide for the big man. Raquel guided Ben’s stiff penis into Riley’s mouth.

I slid my cock into Katie. She wasn’t exactly tight, but her cunt walls held me as I gripped her by the hips. That thought again—Nurse Colleen. We parted too soon. My sudden orders to move to Ramadi left us no time to finish what we’d started, and she was gone, home, by the time I returned. I moved my hips, right or wrong, with long, slow strokes, enjoying myself. This was fun, sex with another man’s wife as my wife watched, approving.

JoAnn had met with Rachel, Bob’s progressive Jewish therapist, and they had a plan to support him. Tonight, she let go of Bob; inside herself, she stepped back. They were veterans of reentry after months in a war zone. He had a good therapist, and now they had home nudity and all the benefits. She kept the party simple. The new scar on his calf was a reminder of the dangers of his Army National Guard job.

Next to her, Scott pulled his cock out of Olivia and was playfully slapping his dick on Olivia’s ass as he smiled at JoAnn. Bob, with a deep brown farmer’s tan, was taking long, slow strokes in Katie. She was an attractive woman, her large breasts swaying seductively in sync with Bob’s strokes. I put my arm around Sarah’s shoulders. The young girl, suddenly without Bob, looked sad. I whispered loud enough for Caroline to hear.

“You and your mom can have him all night, just pick a day,” I said, all part of the plan. Sarah nodded and smiled, watching her crush fuck someone else.

Raquel opened Riley’s legs, a hand on the girl’s neatly trimmed vulva as the blonde softball player sucked Ben’s slender penis like a popsicle. Kevin, Lynn, and Cassandra were climbing out of the pool. Her daughter Kristy had Daniel on top of her—the girl a slut, as she’d been as a teenager.

Kristy didn’t know why she didn’t say no more often. Mr. Nelson was handsome and tall like Nathan, the college guy she liked. He’d made her laugh when he groped her tits, looking at her with desire. She’d spied him fucking her mom at the Sinclairs’ swinger party in April. After the prom dance ended, Ben drove her and Raquel.

Raquel let her dorky drummer boy date kiss her and play with her bodacious boobs, finally sucking his cock in the backseat while Kristy messed around with Ben up front, a guy she considered a friend. Raquel’s date, Ben’s best friend, was very satisfied by the time they pushed him out of the car in front of his house. His family was not into home nudity—the opposite. Ben obeyed the speed limit as Kristy gave him head, driving to the Sinclairs, arriving as the party peaked.

Now on the grass, Kristy opened her mouth to Mr. Nelson’s tongue. Yes or no—her mind was in a constant flip-flop these days. She’d said no to Frank more often, slowing the golf lessons to almost zero since the first country club tournament in May, losing interest in the game. Nathan’s parents had been there playing and watching her with Frank’s foursome, which included Raquel and the widowed banker. She and Raquel looked cute in short skirts and tight tops. She’d been fucked by both men that night. Not winners, but they’d done well enough to make Frank look good in front of his admiring friends. What had Nathan’s parents said to him about her?

Kristy opened her mouth to Daniel, sucking on his tongue while he pulled at her breasts and fingered her. He was heavy, and his cock felt big in her hand. He moved, his big, engorged cockhead piercing her as she opened wider, arms around his neck. Dad was fucking Mrs. Nelson—Katie—she could see over Daniel’s back as he pushed and pulled inside her, so big.