Chapter 12

I felt the bed move, opened my eyes, and saw Beverly sitting beside me. She leaned over, kissed me, and moved her hand to my morning erection. I pulled her body to mine, ran my hand over her chest, and massaged her breasts.

“Good morning, baby. How’s my girl?”

“I’m happy, in love, and horny.”

“Do you need me to cure your horniness?”

Chuckling, Beverly took my cock into her mouth, bobbed her head, then straddled my body. Holding my shaft, she lowered her pussy onto my dick and wiggled until she engulfed the whole thing.

“Baby, you may be able to satisfy my horniness temporarily, but there’s no cure. I can’t get enough of your big cock or your love. Do you realize today is our one-month anniversary?”

“It is?”

“Yup. It’s been a month since we first made love, and you made me your woman.”

I held Beverly’s hips and drove my cock into her pussy. After a few minutes, she took over, bouncing on me. We took turns fucking each other as we grunted. When I said I was close, she moved down, took my cock in her mouth, and finished me with a blowjob.

Beverly sat up, looked into my eyes, and swallowed my cum. “I didn’t want to leak. I hope you didn’t mind me sucking your cock.”

Laughing, I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs, and used my fingers and mouth to make Beverly come. We shared kisses and headed for the bathroom. After emptying our bladders, we went outside and jumped into the pool.

Beverly and I swam lengths, then came together. We hugged and kissed before heading into the cabana to shower. I stood behind her, soaping her breasts while she leaned her head against my shoulder.

We finished our shower, dried ourselves, and went to the kitchen. I sat on a chair at the island counter, watching Beverly prepare the coffee maker.

“What time are our parents going to be here?” Beverly asked.

“I think they’ll be here about one. We’ll go for a boat ride, then have dinner.”

When the coffee maker finished, Beverly poured two cups and joined me at the counter. After having our first cup, we prepared breakfast. It was fun working together, making French Toast and sausage.

Beverly and I finished eating, cleaned the kitchen, and went to our bedroom. We made the bed, dressed for the day, and decided to watch television while waiting for our parents. Sitting on one of the wide reclining loveseats, I put my arm around her and let my hand drop to her breast.

I found a show about bass fishing. While we watched, Beverly related a few stories about when she fished with her friends. I commented on the boats, saying they were different from my boat.

“I like our boat better than a bass boat. Those are only good for fishing. We have room for guests and to fool around,” Beverly said.

“You need to have the right tool for the trade. It would be hard to haul our boat around to different lakes.”

Beverly put her hand on my crotch and rubbed me. “You sure have the right tool for the trade.”

“You’re welcome to use my tool whenever you want, baby. Bev, I love you.”

Beverly hugged me and said, “I love you, too, Jeff. You have no idea how happy I am.”

“I think I do. I’m happy, too. We’re made for each other.”

We watched the show for a few minutes. “I think you could fool around on one of those bass boats. They have a nice flat deck.”

“April said she and Todd have had sex on his boat, but the deck is hard.” She rubbed my cock through my shorts. “I guess you can have sex almost anywhere.”

I pulled her dress up, put my hand between her legs, and rubbed the gusset of Beverly’s panties. She wiggled against my fingers and kissed me. As our play heated up, we removed each other’s clothing. Once we were naked, I stretched out on my back and pulled Beverly’s pussy to my mouth. She leaned over and sucked my cock while I caressed her breasts.

After eating each other, I moved Beverly to her hands and knees, knelt behind her, and pushed my cock into her pussy. Holding her hips, I thrust into her.

“Fuck me, Jeff. Pound my pussy!” Beverly shouted as my hips slapped against her ass.

Beverly’s shouting urged me on. I moved a hand to her crotch and diddled her clit while thrusting into her. We kept it up for over fifteen minutes before I came, shooting semen into her contracting pussy.

As we recovered, I said, “Sorry. I knew you didn’t want me to come in you.”

“You never have to be sorry about coming in my pussy, sweetie. I’ll use the bidet to wash my pussy.”

“I have a better idea.”

Lying on my back, I moved Beverly’s crotch over my head, pulled her pussy to my mouth, and licked her. She squealed, leaned over, and took my slick cock into her mouth, sucking our combined fluids. When I pushed my tongue into her, she swallowed my semi-erect dick. I held her to my face, sucking her clit and licking her vulva until she came.

“There, now you won’t leak cum today.” I pushed her off my face.

Beverly flipped around and kissed me. “You’re amazing, Jeff. I still can’t believe you eat my pussy after we fuck. You are by far the best lover a girl could ask for.”

“It cuts both ways, baby. You’re as willing as I am to explore and discover. I love it when we go down on each other, whether before, while, or after we fuck.” I glanced at the time. “We'd better get cleaned up and dressed. Our parents will be here shortly.”

Laughing, Beverly rubbed her pussy. “I don’t know how my pussy could be much cleaner.”

We went to the bathroom, showered, and dressed. I watched Beverly tuck her breasts into her bra and step into her panties. When she noticed, she twirled, posing for me. I put on my underwear, shorts, and shirt.

Beverly and I went to the kitchen for coffee. I took fish fillets from the freezer and placed them on the counter to thaw. We sat at the island counter, drinking our coffee while waiting for our guests.

At ten after one, my phone chirped, announcing someone at the entrance. I checked the monitor, saw my uncle’s truck, opened the gate, and watched them come down the driveway. While Beverly prepared another pot of coffee, I greeted our parents.

After Uncle Mark parked, everyone got out of his truck. We said hello as I led them into the house. Aunt Sue hugged Beverly and said hi.

Beverly offered everyone coffee and filled mugs for those who wanted some. While we visited, Mom commented on how good it was to see Beverly and me the day before. I grinned, remembering our skinny dipping. Glancing around, I noticed everyone except Beverly wore shorts.

I packed a cooler with water, soda, and beer to prepare for our boat ride. Walt and Uncle Mark asked if I needed help, and I said I was set. Mom, Aunt Sue, and Beverly left the kitchen and went to the cabana. When they returned, I saw that they had put on bathing suits.

We headed down to the boathouse. I lowered the boat, placed the cooler in it, and invited everyone on board. After showing everyone where I kept the PFDs, I started the engines and backed into the lake. Uncle Mark stood behind me while Walt sat beside me at the helm. I went slowly, cruising along the shoreline so everyone could see the scattered houses.

Mom, Aunt Sue, and Beverly sat in the bow, chatting as we motored along. After a few minutes, Mom and my aunt removed their shirts, revealing the tops of their bikinis. As usual, Beverly wore a dress. When she removed it, I saw she wore one of the thong bikinis we’d purchased on a shopping trip. Mom removed her shorts, and so did my aunt. Their suits weren’t as tiny as Beverly’s, but they weren’t conservative either.

“Not a bad view, is it?” Uncle Mark said.

“Are you talking about the women or the scenery, Mark?” Walt said.

“Both. Does anyone want a beer?”

My uncle got beers from the cooler and passed them out. I asked if anyone wanted to drive, and Walt said he would. He took the wheel while I explained the gauges and other things. After he drove for a while, Walt traded places with Mark.

We cruised for a couple of hours. While on the lake, Mom and Aunt Sue took turns driving the boat. At four, we headed back to the house. I pulled into the boathouse, shut down, and we got out. Walt and Uncle Mark watched me hoist the boat while the women went to the rooftop deck.

Beverly stood at the bar, preparing drinks. Walt, Uncle Mark, and I joined the women, asking for beers. Once everyone had a drink, we sat and looked at the lake. The women gathered together, talking, while the men did the same.

“Did I hear Beverly tell her mom she’s working for Henderson now?” Uncle Mark said.

“Yes, she is,” I replied.

“What is she doing?”

“Bev is my personal assistant. She kept saying she wanted to find a job, so I had the company hire her. Now she gets a salary and benefits.”

Walt nodded and said, “It makes sense to me. I convinced your mom to leave the insurance company and work with me.”

We finished our drinks and went to the house to prepare dinner. Mom and Aunt Sue helped Beverly make boiled potatoes and coleslaw while I broiled the fish.

“Walt told me you’re going to work with him at the furniture store, Mom,” I said.

“Yes. Walt pestered me until I agreed.”

“That’s great, Aunt Marge. What are you doing there?” Beverly asked.

Mom laughed. “I’m the mattress tester.”

Walt got up, went to Mom, and hugged her. “Yup, and she’s very good at her job.”

Everyone laughed. Mom turned in his arms, kissing him. “Walt said there would be overtime.”

We settled down when the women served dinner on the deck. Beverly opened two bottles of white wine and placed them on the table. While we ate, Mom and Walt talked about their honeymoon.

“I forgot to tell you that Jeff and I are going to Texas to see April and Todd,” Beverly said.

“When?” Aunt Sue asked.

“We’re leaving on Friday and returning on Sunday,” I said.

“It doesn’t seem like a long trip,” Mom said.

“No. We’ll take my friends to dinner and visit while we’re there.” Beverly smiled. “Jeff said we would take one of the company’s planes.”

“Make sure to say hello to April from Dad and me,” Aunt Sue said.

Beverly nodded. “I will, Mom.”

“What will you do at the furniture store, Mom?” I laughed. “Other than a mattress tester.”

“Walt said I’ll be working in the purchasing department.”

We continued chatting while we ate. When we finished dinner, Mom, Aunt Sue, and Beverly cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. I sat with Uncle Mark and Walt while the women were in the kitchen.

“Would anyone like a drink? I’m having a bourbon,” I said.

“A bourbon sounds good, Jeff,” Walt said. Uncle Mark nodded.

I went into the house and took a bottle of Knob Creek twelve-year-old bourbon and three rocks glasses from a cupboard. The bourbon was my grandfather’s favorite, and I learned to like it. It surprised me when Grandpa told me it cost a hundred dollars a bottle. He reminded me that, like most things in life, you get what you pay for. Before his passing, Grandpa and I would enjoy bourbon while sitting on the porch or the roof of the boathouse. I also discovered my grandfather purchased the bourbon by the case.

Mom, Aunt Sue, and Beverly sat at the island counter, drinking wine and talking. I told them we were having a drink and asked them to join us.

“We’ll be out in a few minutes, Jeff. We’re catching up,” Mom said.

I returned to the deck, poured drinks, placed the bottle on the table, and took a sip from my glass. Walt tasted his drink, smiled, and looked at the bottle.

“This is very good,” Walt said.

“It was my grandfather’s favorite drink. After he introduced me to it, I began drinking it.”

“I’ll make sure to have some at the house for you and Bev when you visit,” Uncle Mark said.

While we talked, Beverly came out, put her arms around my shoulders, and kissed my neck. “We were wondering if we could use the hot tub tonight.”

“Sure. I’ll start it so it’ll warm up,” I said.

“Thanks. Don’t make it too hot. It’s still warm out.” Beverly kissed me and returned to the kitchen.

I went into the room with the hot tub, removed the cover, and started the pumps and heater. Once the water was churning, I returned and sat down.

“The women want to sit in the hot tub tonight. This is the first time I’ve used it. Do you guys want to join them?” I said.

Uncle Mark chuckled. “I do. I’ve never been in a hot tub before.”

Walt nodded, then laughed as the women came out, stripped, and headed to the tub. The three of us removed our clothing to join them. Before going to the tub, I went to the cabana for towels, placed them on a chair, and slipped into the churning water.

“Why haven’t we used this before?” Beverly asked as I settled next to her.

“I don’t know. There isn’t a good reason, baby. We can use it anytime you’d like.”

I glanced at the others, noticing Mom sat next to Walt, and my aunt and uncle sat together on the other side. I also realized how natural it felt to sit naked with everyone. Smiling, I remembered the first time I went skinny-dipping with my mom and learned she was a naturist.

We spent half an hour relaxing in the hot tub and chatting. When Beverly mentioned we had to get up early to exercise, we got out to dry ourselves and dress. Once Mom, Walt, Aunt Sue, and Uncle Mark were ready, Beverly and I walked them out to the truck.

“We’ll have to do this again,” Beverly said.

“Yes, we will. This has been a great day. I liked the boat ride, the meal, and the hot tub,” Aunt Sue said.

After our parents thanked us for the day, we said goodbye, and they left. Beverly and I watched Uncle Mark drive away, and we returned to the house.

“Today was fun, wasn’t it, Jeff?”

“I thought it was, sweetie. I guess you don’t have an issue with being naked around everyone.”

Beverly smiled and shook her head. “We talked about it while I was in the kitchen with Mom and Aunt Marge. Your mom talked about her naturism and how she and Walt lived at their house. It’s like we live, baby.”

“Did your mom say anything about it?”

“Mom said she likes skinny-dipping and was comfortable with being naked with us. She reminded me that she and Dad used to do it with your mom and Dad before we were born. Mom also told me she and Dad went skinny-dipping last Wednesday with the Taylors at your mom’s house.”

I smiled. “My mom told me she has been skinny-dipping with them for about four years. The Taylors are friends of Mom and Walt. Remember, they stood up for Mom and Walt’s wedding.”

“Of course, I remember. Sweetie, I remember everything about the wedding.”

I hugged Beverly, gripped the hem of her dress, and pulled it over her head. She chuckled as she removed my shirt and shorts. Naked, we hugged and kissed, then headed for the bedroom.

After pulling back the covers, Beverly and I climbed onto the bed. I lay on my back while she covered my body with hers and kissed me. I ran my hands down her back, rubbed her bottom, and gripped her cheeks.

“I think you like my big butt.”

“Sweetie, I love everything about you. I wish you’d stop talking about yourself like you do. You’re sexy as hell.”

“I’m trying, but it’s still hard. I can’t just flip a switch and erase how I felt about myself.” Beverly kissed me. “You have no idea how much you’re helping me.”

I thought about responding, but decided not to. Rolling Beverly off me, I held, kissed, and hugged her. We moved around, finding a comfortable position before falling asleep in one another’s arms.

Reaching for the clock, I hit the button to stop the annoying buzzing. Glancing to my side, I saw Beverly sprawled on her back, the sheet down to her waist, exposing her breasts. Leaning close, I put my hand on her breast and kissed her forehead while massaging the firm mound. When she opened her eyes, I smiled.

“Good morning, sweetheart. It’s time to get up for our workout,” I said.

“Do we have to? Can’t we stay in bed and fuck?”

I kissed her mouth, removed my hand, and sat up. “No. We don’t want to start missing our exercise. After Brenda and Frank leave, we can do whatever you’d like.”

Beverly and I used the bathroom, dressed in compression outfits, and went to the kitchen. I sat at the counter, watching her prepare the coffee maker and get mugs from the cupboard.

“What time are we leaving for Texas this Friday?” Beverly asked while sitting next to me at the counter.

“We have to be at the airport at about nine. Our flight leaves at nine thirty. I checked with the flight office, and everything is all set. I also reserved a rental car for us. We should land around ten-forty-five.”

“It only takes an hour?”

“No. The flight is about two hours long. There is a one-hour time difference.”

Beverly chuckled. “Right. I forgot Texas is in the Central Time Zone. I look forward to seeing April and Todd.”

“When you talk to April, have her make dinner reservations at a nice restaurant for Saturday night.”

“Okay. I’ll let April know.”

Frank and Brenda arrived, and we went to the cabana to exercise. When we finished, they left, and Beverly and I stripped for our morning swim. I’d...