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, he 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, Bob felt tense and on edge, sensitive to the crowd size, noise, and surroundings. Hyper vigilant, the doctors said when 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.

Bob was relieved to get outside, the sun on his face, the smell of pine trees, and children’s laughter reassuring. His eldest took his arm, pressing close, her supple body reassuring as they stood on the patio for refreshments. JoAnn handed him a cup of black coffee, then sought out her friends.

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

Sarah Miller slid up to them as James moved on.

“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,” Bob said to the young woman, an email pen pal for the last four months. He couldn’t wait to let her sit on his lap.

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

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

“I am. You look great,” he 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 Bob checked, Frank was fucking his daughter Kristy, a deal she made for golf lessons and clothes back in January. Bob had fucked Cassandra a few times before he left, so he couldn’t judge too harshly.

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

Bob 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, he’d learned, but the hyper vigilance and other feelings never truly left. That’s why he had Rachel, his sexy VA paid therapist, to talk with.

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

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

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

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

Bob slid into the passenger seat of his own truck. Kristy smiled, her hand on the Toyota’s stick shift. She’d ridden him hard last night, his 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. They’d all be naked soon.

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. He’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 with 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 him, with his friends around him on the patio, familiar. All of them were naked, as was the norm at the Wilkins’s house. The neighbors were far enough away for privacy among the trees that sheltered the backyard.

Dripping wet, Sarah took his plate and returned with a Diet Coke in her hand. His 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. They kissed on the lips as she sat sideways in the sturdy patio chair, rubbing her ass over his cock. Six months ago, the group would have been shocked, not today.

It’d been a while, since January, the last time he’d fucked Sarah. She was a sweet girl whose emails with Bible verses and other uplifting thoughts helped keep him grounded. Caroline, her mom, smiled across from them in conversation with the newest member of their little group, Katie Nelson. She had a “Rockin body” with heavy, round breasts, and a gorgeous face, her shapely legs crossed as the two talked, plastic wine glasses in hand. Friends from church, JoAnn had mentioned the Nelsons becoming “close friends,” though not in any detail over email. Her husband and 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.

Bob palmed Sarah’s small breasts, testing size and weight. “You’ve grown,” he said, flicking each pert pink nipple as she watched his 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,” he 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. Long coltish legs, with large fourteen-year-old boobs, mostly big nipples, swayed back and forth as Scott thrust again. With an angelic heart-shaped face like her mom, a future man killer, she stared back at them, biting her lip, showing off her braces.

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

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

He glanced around. Frank had Jenny in his lap, her 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, his hands fondling her chest while one of hers pulled on his stiff cock. Damn, Bob felt a jolt of fatherly jealousy. Turning away, he 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 physically more developed, closer to full womanhood than the rest of the teens.

Ben knelt next to Riley, holding a tube of sunblock. Bob 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.

JoAnn caught the mug and held it as Scott, who loved young girls, slid his cock in and out of Olivia, who was huffing, watching Sarah and Bob. Seeing the teen naked and having sex with her husband was new. JoAnn pulled aside Sarah’s damp chestnut hair, kissing her neck. She pointed to the end of the table opposite them.

Caroline and Katie followed them. Sarah watched her mom as she gripped the edge and bent over. She didn’t have to go far; she wasn’t tall, just over 5 feet. JoAnn smiled at Bob.

“Let me,” Katie said, dropping to her knees. “Welcome home,” she took Bob’s seven inches in her mouth, cracking her jaw. Sarah straightened up, watching, waiting.

This was a welcome surprise, Daniel’s beautiful wife, whom Bob had admired for years. “Please do,” he said as she licked the precum from his tip.

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

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

“Jo, a lounge pad, please,” Bob said. As soon as he was good and hard, he smiled and mouthed sorry to Sarah. The pad lay out on the deck, he took Katie by the hand. Surprise showed on her face, then acceptance; she saw what he did.

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

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

“Katie, I’ve wanted to do this for years,” Bob confessed, the 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 pushing all his buttons.

He pulled his 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.

Bob slid his cock into Katie, new to him, not exactly tight, but her cunt walls held him as he gripped her by the hips. That thought again, Nurse Colleen, they parted too soon, his sudden orders to move to Ramadi left them no time to finish what they’d started, and she was gone, home, by the time he returned. He moved his hips, right or wrong, long, slow strokes, enjoying himself. This was fun, sex with another man’s wife as his 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 of 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. JoAnn put her arm around Sarah’s shoulders; the young girl, suddenly without Bob, looked sad. She whispered loud enough for Caroline to hear.

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

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. That made his night, before they pushed Ben’s best friend out of the car in front of his house. His family were not home nudists, 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, his hands pulled at her breasts, fingering 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.

Bob found a good rhythm in Katie, admiring the curve of her back down to where it joined her perfect ass, her clean sphincter star inviting; he left it alone, for now. “Flip over,” he said, wanting to see her face. Scott lay Olivia out on a cushion Caroline placed for them near them.

Bob watched as Frank surprised Caroline, taking her by her hips. He kissed her neck before bending her over, his cock freshly lubed by Jenny’s mouth pressed against her backside. The pastor’s wife’s face registered surprise. Bob shrugged his shoulders as she looked at him, her wedding bands glinting in the afternoon sun as she grabbed the back of a chair.