Lust in Bloom

All characters are over the age of 18.

When I first started writing, I tried to create a location with an overlapping cast of characters to create my own erotic universe. But, between my inexperience and my ADHD, I really screwed it up. The original version of this story, Strange Flowers, was part of that effort, and it included ties to other stories and plot threads that should have been realized in following stories, but those never happened. So I have broken the old manuscript out of mothballs and fixed all that crap, gave it a polish and I hope you enjoy this version much more.

Lust in Bloom

Anna groaned as she rose from her bed. One of the worst parts about getting older, she had always felt, is waking up more sore than when you went to bed. She slowly flexed her ankles, hoping she wouldn't instigate a cramp in her calves.

Stepping in front of her big dressing mirror, she stretched. Anna ran her hands through her long gray hair, finding one or two knots that she'd have to brush out. She ran her hands down her body, caressing her breasts, which were far perkier than she had any right to at her age. A breast cancer scare seven years ago required a double mastectomy, and she'd opted for one that spared her nipples. She'd added implants afterward. She'd had lovely C-cups before, and she replaced them with the same size. Her body showed its years, but she was still tall and lean. She scratched the curly patch of gray hair over her vulva.

Anna walked to the window and looked out. The sun was higher in the sky than she expected. She'd slept in. She enjoyed watching its rays slide between the limbs of the enormous live oaks that surrounded the house, draped with Spanish moss. Dark clouds hung on the horizon.

She looked down onto the patio beside the screened pool deck, expecting to see Jerome in his morning weightlifting. Watching him exercise was often the best part of getting out of bed for her. She wasn't very surprised, though, to find Cora lying on her back on Jerome's weight bench, with her legs held in the air. Jerome straddled the bench and was thrusting his cock vigorously into the big woman's meaty pussy.

Anna smiled wickedly as she watched the lovers below. Jerome was her live-in lover and occasional caretaker, and Cora was her live-in housekeeper and occasional lover. She loved watching them together. Jerome's tall, muscular, tanned body against Cora's big, beautiful pale body was an incredible contrast in sensuality. Every time Jerome's big, hard cock slammed home, Cora's full round body would undulate erotically. Cora's arms came up to encircle her enormous breasts, and Adrianna wished she were down there to take one of those big nipples in her teeth. Anna's hands slid down to caress between her pussy lips, finding her slit already wet.

She moaned softly as her finger slipped inside her slit, but her pleasure was short-lived as she watched Jerome's body rock and his head fall back as his orgasm rolled through him. The smile on Cora's face said that she had been well pleased by the big man's efforts. After five or six deep thrusts as he came inside of her, he fell forward over her body, spent. The humidity and their exertion caused sweat to run in rivulets off their bodies. Cora's arms wrapped around Jerome's slick body and held him tight as they caught their breath. Anna sighed and stepped from the window, letting the lovers recover unobserved.

***

Anna was spreading cream cheese over a bagel as Jerome and Cora stepped into the kitchen, toweling pool water from their naked bodies. They both smiled when they saw Anna. Cora came over and leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. "Good morning, Ms. Anna," she said with a smile. "Sleep well?"

Jerome stepped up, slid his hand around Anna's waist, and pulled her into him to kiss her deeply. He pulled back to look into her eyes. "Good morning," he said as a statement of fact.

Anna smiled at him. "Yes, I saw that. Did you have a good swim?" Jerome smiled and nodded.

"I slept well, but I awoke sore. Would you mind getting the massage table set up?" She looked at Jerome.

He reached for the coffeepot and nodded. "Of course. Where shall I set up?"

Anna thought for a moment and replied. "If it's going to cloud over, set up in the solarium."

Cora glanced at Jerome and smiled knowingly. Jerome nodded. "As you wish. You should take a hot bath to relax your muscles first. I'll be ready in the solarium in an hour."

***

Jerome unlocked the solarium doors and slid them both open. The heavy sliding doors were very modern compared to the rest of the house and featured rubber seals all around. There was a slight sucking sound as the doors unsealed and a sweet fragrance swept over him.

He carried the folded table into the room and looked up at the tree. In the center of the solarium grew an impressive tangor tree, heavily laden with orange blossoms. This property had once been an immense orange plantation, but back in the 1990s, most of the land had been sold to a Florida land conservatory. Anna kept sixty acres along the Indian River, a brackish estuary, south of Melbourne.

When the skies were cloudy, as they often were on any particular day in Florida, Jerome spent a fair amount of time in this solarium, tending the garden here. But not when the sun was out. Even with the surrounding trees, the all-glass nature of a solarium makes it a cancer risk far worse than a tanning bed. Especially naked.

His eyes took in the room, admiring the birds of paradise flowers, eventually coming to the creeping vine that covered the trunk of the orange tree. The Blushed Trumpet, a rare and mysterious flowering vine. The trumpets had bloomed but had not yet opened. Based on the richness of their pink color, he felt it would likely be this coming weekend, as Anna had predicted.

Anna strode into the solarium as Jerome was finishing setting up the table. He looked up as she approached and her skin was flushed from the warm bath. She was tall and willowy, with fine graceful limbs. Her lovely hair was put up in a bun except for a pair of locks that fell to her cheeks on either side of her face. She smiled at her lover as he spread a towel over the table for her. The mature woman stepped up to him and kissed the thirty-eight-year-old man. After her husband Kenneth had died twenty-seven years ago, she'd had a few lovers. Live-in or otherwise. But Jerome was the only one she'd fallen in love with. And he with her. They'd been together for ten years now.

She ran her hand over his chest, feeling the perspiration from being in the warm, humid room. "The trumpets will open this weekend, just as you said," Jerome whispered in her ear.

Anna took a deep breath, taking in the sweet smell. A shudder of excitement ran down her body. "Yes. I can't wait." Jerome readied the massage oil as she laid down on her stomach.

One thing that Anna enjoyed about her lover was his patience. They both knew how this massage would end, but he worked her body slowly, lovingly, with his powerful hands, as if they had all the time in the world. After she had turned on her back, he continued his ministrations, ignoring her engorged nipples and the wetness that seeped from her pussy. She took big even breaths, feeling her pulse grow faster in response to the pheromone in the air. It was mild now, but this weekend the trumpets would open.

Anna gasped as Jerome's hands slipped over her breasts. When she'd chosen her surgeon for the mastectomy, she'd chosen the best, flying to Los Angeles for the procedure. Her nipples had lost very little sensation. Kenneth had been fond of saying, "You get what you pay for." Of course, Jerome had been happy to massage them after the surgery. She'd recovered very well indeed.

After just a few moments on her breasts, she looked into Jerome's eyes and took his big hand in hers, and moved it over her vulva. She spread her legs enticingly, and he smiled down at her as his fingers slipped down over her pussy lips. Her hips flexed as his fingertips slid into her slick opening.

Looking over, she saw Jerome's big cock, swollen and pointing at her accusatorially. Anna reached up and ran her right hand through the little pool of massage oil that had gathered in the notch between her tits. She then smeared it down the length of his cock. She pumped it as his thick finger slid noisily into her wet pussy and they both moaned together. Anna felt his finger curl and find her G-spot, and he caressed it gently, but it was still too much sensation. She pushed his hand away, and he looked into her eyes.

"Now. I'm ready. Sooo ready," she whispered. Jerome was a man of few words. He simply smiled and slid onto the table, kneeling over her. He helped Anna turn her hips and then moved his right leg over her left one, pulling her right leg around his hips. It was a position they had discovered to be excellent on the narrow massage table, where he was straddling only her left leg. She gently guided his turgid cock to her pussy, slick with massage oil and her juices. Jerome closed his eyes and thrust his hips forward.

Anna groaned appreciably as his thick length filled her. Her Kenneth had been an amazingly gifted man in the cock department. Jerome was a damn close second. She ran her hands up and caressed his chest, and he continued thrusting languorously into her. He reached forward with his left hand to grasp her breast and squeezed it firmly. She moaned as his calloused hand slid over her engorged nipple. An electrical current flowed between her pussy and her nipple, making the hairs on her arms stand up. Her entire body was alive with sensation. For the thousandth time, she mentally thanked her late husband for bringing that little plant home to their solarium.

Jerome leaned over to kiss her passionately as his thrusts picked up speed and force.

"Yes, baby. Give it to me. Oh, my love," she whispered breathlessly.

Jerome pulled back on her right leg and pistoned his hips forward hard. After a dozen thrusts, the two lovers screamed together in mutual orgasm as his cock fired his cum deep within her womb. The feeling of his cum filling her brought her orgasm to incredible heights and her pelvic muscles clamped down on the rock-like tool within her. She could feel it pulsing as it deposited its load within her. Their eyes locked on one another as they trembled on the table, basking in the post-coital glow. Finally, Jerome leaned over her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him fiercely.

"I love you," she whispered.

Jerome smiled. "I love you, too."

Minutes later, they both stood in the shower of Anna's master bedroom. The air-conditioned coolness of the house had raised goosebumps on their flushed skin and the warm water felt divine.

As his hands washed her body, Jerome spoke. "Cora says the shopping is done for this weekend's party."

She looked at him with a smile. "Good. Cookie has told me she and Mark will be coming."

He nodded; his eyes focused on his work. Her body was older, with wrinkles and stretch marks as one might expect, but her skin was still firm and supple. Her active lifestyle maintained her muscle tone, whereas people who gravitated toward the couch as they got older did not. "That's good. I know you are fond of your son-in-law and Cora loves them both."

"Zaila is coming too," Anna said with a knowing smile. Jerome met her eyes and smiled back. "I'm happy to hear that."

She giggled. "I thought you might be. Cookie also says that she is fairly certain she'll be bringing two more. An old friend from her school days."

***

Two weeks earlier.

Grace smiled as the morning sun eased its way through the diaphanous curtains that hung over her balcony doors and wiped a bead of sweat from her cheek. There was a lot about her recent divorce that had gone her way, but being awarded the Cocoa Beach condominium was by far her favorite. A third-floor condo on an east coast Florida beach agreed with her. Let her ex-husband keep the big family house and deal with all the upkeep it required. After twenty-four years of marriage, taking care of the bastard, their two children, and the home, she was ready to be taken care of for a change. And at the moment, someone certainly was.

She ran her hands through Rick's short-cropped blonde hair and moaned softly. She looked down and smiled at the youthful face that was lying on her sweaty breast, breathing deeply. A junior at the local university, Rick competed on the school swim team and had the body that went with it. On Tuesday and Thursday mornings, he'd been fucking the brains clean out of her pretty little head for several weeks. An occasional weekend booty call wasn't out of the question either.

Rick was her first lover since the divorce and after finding evidence of his cheating with two female employees from his restaurant; she reveled in this bit of revenge

"Sweetie, what would your mother think of her sweet little boy fucking her forty-four-year-old neighbor?"

Rick lifted his head and smiled. Sweat was beaded up on his face. "Oh, I think she would be pissed. Mom doesn't really care for you."

Grace probably shouldn't have been surprised, but she was.

"She doesn't like me? We've only met a handful of times, passing in the lobby or the hallway."

The young man dipped his head to kiss her engorged nipple for a moment. "Let's just say she thinks Dad's eyes linger a little too long when you go by."

She smiled. Rick's dad, Pete, was cute in a forty-plus dad-bod kind of way, but ultimately safe from any interest from Grace. She could never be the 'other' woman.

"I really enjoy your morning visits." She could feel his cum dripping from her well fucked pussy.

He smiled. "You have ruined me for wanting girls my age."

Grace laughed. "Nonsense. I've just taught you how to drive them wild in bed. Once word gets out, the coeds will chase you all over the campus."

His face grew serious. "Do you think we could do more? Go out I mean? Maybe on a date?"

Her face softened. She'd been afraid of this. "Rick, you're a very nice guy and a terrific lay, but I'm not looking for that sort of thing right now. I'm very happy with our current fuck-buddy status. Aren't you?"

His face grew apologetic. "Of course! But I just feel so comfortable with you."

Grace smiled. "That's because your face is on my tit."

Rick laughed as she pushed him off and rolled out of the bed.

"Go get cleaned up. You have class, and I have a Zoom meeting in a half hour. Let's get rolling."

Rick rolled out of the bed and turned to watch Grace walk towards her bathroom. She was average height for a woman, with curves to spare. Her dark brown hair was the color of mahogany and her eyes were just a few shades lighter. After a chance meeting in their condo hallway, it had taken her about five minutes to seduce the young man, the afternoon of her last meeting with the divorce attorneys. So far, Rick didn't regret a moment.

***

After her late morning meeting, she ate a standup lunch in the kitchen and then swapped her shorts and blouse for a bikini. Post-Covid, her employers had recently started calling everyone back to the office full time, but they had given her an extra three months to deal with the aftershocks of her divorce. She had just two weeks left and was dreading the return to the nine to five.

She worked on her accounts for another four hours and then headed down to the pool to relax. Once the sun sank behind the west side of the building, it cast the pool and recreation area into the shade early enough that it wasn't crowded on a weekday. One benefit of Florida living was having pool weather, from early spring to pretty darn far into fall.

For twenty minutes Grace just cooled off in the deep end, her arms hooked over the ledge and her head resting on her hands. Then she did a few lazy laps and exited the pool. As she was setting her towel on a chaise lounge chair, a pair of young women were setting up chairs on the beach just beyond the fence and gate that led out to the beach.

From behind her dark sunglasses, Grace surreptitiously admired their young, firm bodies in their bikinis. She'd never been with a woman. But the more she looked, the more she liked the idea. The idea of taking a pink nipple between her lips made her squirm on her towel. She'd often thought that perhaps she was a little bisexual, but her devotion to her husband and family had pushed those thoughts from her mind for a long time. But now, she thought, now she was free to be exactly whomever she wanted to be and love accordingly.

The blonde was tall and lean, nearly skinny, while the brunette was shorter and curvier. Both were lovely and if wearing makeup out to sun yourself was a clue, they were there to be seen. Grace leaned back and let her mind drift until the girl's conversation caught her attention.

"So, are you going to tell me about last night, or what?" the blonde asked.

"You really want to know all the filthy details?" she heard the curvy brunette say in an amused tone. The other woman must have nodded, because the brunette continued.

"I went home with a couple in their thirties. They took me home with them, where they wined me, dined me and sixty-nined me. They were just voracious, and between the two of them, I was so thoroughly fucked that I could hardly walk this morning," she giggled wildly.

The blonde sounded amazed. "You were with a guy and a girl? I didn't know you were into chicks?!"

The brunette sighed. "I wasn't one hundred percent sure about it myself until that night. He was fucking the hell out of me, and she just dropped her pussy down on my face. Boom, that was it. I was a pussy eater from that moment forward."

"Whoa," the blonde whispered.

***

Grace entered the elevator and was nearly panting the entire way to her apartment. She was fantastically turned on. The idea of being between a beautiful couple, feeling masculine and feminine hands on her body at once, was the most erotic thing she could think of. She undressed and started the shower. Her hand slid down to her right breast and pinched the nipple.

Grace grabbed the loofa and squirted the pearly white body soap over it. After lathering it up, her soapy hands slid over her body. Her curves were all natural, and she took pride in that. She spent time in the gym and ate right, making sure she didn't get too curvy the way her mother had. Grace had noticed both men and women admiring her recently, and she loved it. She dressed to attract their attention. The divorce had freed her to be exactly who she wanted to be. The hot MILF next door. She smiled as her fingers danced over her vulva.

There was a movie quote that she often thought about. "The strangeness of this life cannot be measured." It was from the film Dances with Wolves. She reflected on her past domestic life and how it had led to this new hedonistic lifestyle that was just beginning and promised to take her to new heights of erotic pleasure. She couldn't wait to explore it all and she knew just who to call to get things started.

***

Catherine had been her college roommate, but had been called Cookie her whole life. A feisty brunette, the woman had an incredible sexual appetite and the debaucherous situations Grace had seen her in, lived in her fantasies still. She had driven Grace crazy with her fondness for being naked in their dorm room. Though Cookie had married and not finished her degree, the two had remained close friends. Cookie and her husband had become far more sexually adventurous than she and Ed were, living as nudists and swingers.

The last time they had been to Cookie and Mark's Cocoa Beach home, they had invited them to join them on a sexual adventure. She was hoping the offer was still open for just her. Grace picked up her phone and dialed. The phone rang twice and then a woman's voice answered. "Grace! So lovely to hear from you! Mark and I were just thinking about you, yesterday!"

"Hey, Cookie. How are you?" she replied. The two ladies talked for about fifteen minutes, catching up on each other's families. "So, the reason I called..." she began, and faltered. She heard Cookie make a mm-hmm sound on the other end. Grace took a deep breath and continued. "Do you remember the invitation you made the last time you had Ed and I over to the house, just before the divorce?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then Cookie replied. "Yes, sweetie. I remember."

Grace squirmed in her seat. "What would you say if I was now open to such a thing?" She paused for a moment and then continued. "Maybe you and Mark could come see the renovations I've done in the condo this weekend? If you're interested?" Grace shivered with nervous energy.

There was a moment when she could hear Mark's voice mumble something on the other end of the line, and then Cookie replied. "Honey, we'd really love to, but..." Grace braced herself for disappointment and she heard Mark's voice in the background again.

She heard Cookie inhale sharply. "Wait, would you like to come out to my mother's house for the weekend? We're having a kind of get-together." Cookie asked excitedly. The inflection she put on the words 'get-together' made Grace think.

"Is it a get-together, like the ones you told me about?" Grace said apprehensively. She heard Mark's voice again in the background.

"Yes, sweetie. It is, but it will be wilder than you could possibly imagine." Cookie purred.

A shiver rolled through Grace's body. She'd been to their Cocoa Beach home many times and had no trouble going nude in their home. But she'd drawn the line at swinging with them when they offered. Then. Back when she was married. But now, everything was on the table.

"Oh, that sounds pretty good to me. I think,... I think I'd like to try something wild. I'm due for some wildness," she said, a little amazed.

Cookie sounded overjoyed. "That's terrific! We can't wait to have you!" Cookie heard Grace exhale sharply on the other end of the line. "Say, you don't have a plus one, do you? A cougar as hot and randy as you can't be sleeping alone, right?"

Grace laughed out loud at being called a cougar. It was never a term that she thought applied to her, but she realized that it certainly did now. "I think I have a young man who might be interested, yes."

***

Rick looked out the window from the back seat of Mark's big sedan. Cookie and Mark had picked Grace and him up in front of their condo. He was instantly attracted to the big, beautiful, curvy brunette, and impressed by her husband Mark. He hoped he would still be in that good of shape at that age. Mark was tall and lean, with a bit of gray peppering his brown hair. But he was polite and didn't speak to Rick like he was still a kid, as most older people, his parents included, seemed to. He'd been surprised when he received Grace's text.

GRACE: CAN YOU GO AWAY WITH ME THIS WEEKEND?

RICK: SURE. I CAN TELL MY FOLKS I'M OFF TO A SWIM MEET. THEY HARDLY PAY ANY ATTENTION TO THAT STUFF ANYMORE.

GRACE: WONDERFUL SWEETIE. IT WILL BE A WEEKEND YOU'LL NEVER FORGET.

Rick didn't quite understand how a party out in the woods equated to an unforgettable weekend, but it was nice to get out of the city for a change. And the idea of spending a couple of full nights with Grace was tremendously exciting. They had been rolling through a forest of live oaks for the last twenty minutes when the house came into view.

It was a big plantation-style house. Two stories with a full attic with peaked dormer windows. Six massive columns extended through the second-story balcony. It looked old but well-maintained. About twenty mature orange trees stood to the left of the home, and a large stand of banana and mango trees grew on the right. Garages and outbuildings were visible behind and to the left of the old home. Past the home, you could see clear out to the Indian River, past a stand of immense live oaks.

"You grew up here?" he asked Cookie. The ladies had sat kitty-corner from each other in the car so they could talk, and Rick couldn't see Cookie's face. "Yes, my sister Trish and I both. It's sort of the center of the world for my side of the family. Both of my daughters spent a lot of time here, growing up."

Grace's face looked thoughtful. "Only daughters for the last two generations?" Cookie nodded. "That's unusual," Grace continued.

Cookie smiled and shook her head. "Not really." The matter dropped as the car pulled up to the front porch.

Rick stepped out of the car and then leaned back in to grab his backpack. When he leaned back out and turned to the house, he halted dead in his tracks. A lovely mature woman with beautiful flowing gray hair stood there smiling at them all. But for a pair of slip-on wedge sandals, she was entirely naked. His mouth fell open as he gazed at her statuesque body.

Cookie broke the silence. "Hi Mom!" The tall, curvy woman hurried up the steps to embrace her mother, her heavy breasts bouncing wonderfully beneath her halter top despite her brassiere. Grace stared over the car at Rick's awestruck expression and chuckled. As everyone gathered at the steps, Cookie introduced Grace and Rick. Grace walked up the steps and embraced the older woman. "It's been too long, Anna. You look terrific."

Rick was stunned beyond words when Mark stepped up and kissed his mother-in-law full upon the lips.

The woman smiled at Grace. "Yes, it's been what? Nearly twenty years?" Grace nodded as Anna's eyes fell on Rick. She gave him an amused smile and looked at her daughter.

"You didn't tell him?" she asked with a grin. Cookie, Mark, and Grace all chuckled. Cookie turned to Rick and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry Rick, we just wanted to see the look on your face. My family has been nudists for generations."

Rick looked from Cookie to Anna and then to Grace. "You mean everyone is gonna be--"

Grace nodded with a snorted laugh. "Yes, I'm sorry. We all will be, and you will be too."

He looked up at Mark for a little help, who just smiled at him.

It took a minute to sink in and when it did; he understood how Grace could call this visit something he'd never forget. He shrugged and gave Anna a shy smile as he walked up the front steps. "I hope my erection won't offend anyone."

Anna slid her arm under Rick's, turned them toward the house, and stepped toward the big doorway. "Highly doubtful, young man. Highly doubtful."

***

Once inside, Grace and Rick were introduced to the other occupants of the house. Grace felt her pussy moisten a bit when she was introduced to Jerome. The big man reminded her of the actor Johnny Weissmuller, who did the Tarzan films in the 30s and 40s. His tousled dirty-blonde hair gave him a wild look. Next to him was a diminutive black woman named Zaila, who looked rather familiar somehow. She was petite and athletic looking, with a bright smile and her dark hair was worn in a tight curls that hung to her jawline. Her arm was curled around Jerome's muscled forearm.

From the moment Cora stepped off the last step of the stairs to the ground floor, Rick couldn't take his eyes off the big, round woman. She smiled at everyone, and her eyes narrowed slyly when she saw how Rick was looking at her.

Anna introduced them. "Grace, Rick, this is Cora, my housekeeper." Cora walked over and shook hands with Grace. "Lovely to meet you, chere." She said, with her obvious New Orleans accent. When she turned and smiled at Rick, you could almost see the young man melt. She walked up to him, put her hands on his shoulders, and pulled him in for a chaste kiss on the lips. Their eyes met. "Very happy to meet you, Rick."

A shudder rolled through the lean young man. The woman was a Rubenesque goddess. Her pendulous breasts hung like ripe fruit, with broad areolas and nipples like fat, pink gumdrops. Her dark hair spilled over her pale shoulders. Dark eye makeup and lipstick gave her a seductive look that her smile turned up to eleven.

"You're beautiful." Rick was surprised when he said it. He hadn't meant to. It was supposed to be something smooth like, "It's nice to meet you too. Come here often?" But no.

Cora giggled and there were chuckles from everyone else. "Such a smooth-talkin' city boy." Rick blushed a deep red.

***

Jerome showed them all upstairs to the guest rooms on the second floor. As he left Rick and Grace's room, he invited them to come down to the pool for the afternoon, with drinks and refreshments, to get acquainted.

The second the door closed; Rick nearly shouted. "What the hell is going on here?"

Grace smiled at the nervous man. "Well, I can't speak for the rest of the family, but I know that Cookie and Mark are swingers."

"Swingers?" Rick echoed. Grace stepped around the bed to get face-to-face with the young man.

"Mm-hmm. I don't know exactly how it's going to happen, but I suspect we are about to have an epic sexual adventure." She laid her hands on his shoulders like Cora had and kissed him. "How do you feel about that?"

Rick did a little mental math. Five women and three men. "Are you frigging serious?" he asked incredulously.

Grace nodded. "Yep. Cookie and Mark had invited Ed and I to join them for an evening before the divorce, but Ed was too much of a chicken. Apparently eighteen-year-old waitresses were more his speed."

Rick paused to absorb the information. The four women he'd just met were wildly different, and each got his heart racing in their own way. Even the matriarchal Anna's sultry smiles had made him think of wickedness with the alluring older woman. "Wow. I'd have to be out of my mind to say no to that, wouldn't I?"

His lovely paramour gave him a sly smile. "I think Cora would be very disappointed if you did." She watched Rick shudder as his imagination kicked into overdrive. "Now, I need you to listen to me for a second." Their eyes met, and she squeezed Rick's shoulders. "You came here with me, but in a situation like this, that doesn't matter. I'm here to enjoy this party and I won't put up with any jealousy. Do you understand me?"

Rick paused, imagining Grace sandwiched between Mark and the big man named Jerome and found he'd no problems with the idea. Rather, it made him wildly excited.

***

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and then Cookie stepped in.

"Oh, dear God," Rick exhaled the words with his eyes wide. Cookie was gloriously nude, and though smaller than Cora, was built much the same with a beautiful hourglass shape. Each of her glorious, tanned breasts would require both of a man's hands and leave room for his mouth. Her dark curly hair was put up in a messy bun and her dark pubic hair was trimmed neatly.

Seeing that she had interrupted the couple as they were undressing, she stopped halfway to the bed. "Do continue," she purred. Rick paused until he saw Grace move. The ladies' eyes met as Grace peeled her panties off to reveal her perfectly hairless vulva.

Rick stepped out of his shorts and Cookie tore her eyes away from Grace to enjoy the young man's nakedness. "Mmm. Very nice. I love the Speedo tan lines," she said seductively. Rick blushed.

"He's a swimmer at the university," Grace said with a little pride in her voice.

Cookie approached them, leaned in, and kissed Rick firmly on the cheek while caressing the other. "Rick, dear, would you please let a couple of old friends catch up in private?"

Being so close to two beautiful naked women, Rick had to remind himself to breathe. "Oh yeah, no problem," he said and stepped backward.

Both women smiled at him. "Feel free to tour the house, but don't go into the solarium, please. You'll let out all the air-conditioning."

Thinking of these two women alone together brought his cock to full attention. Neither lady seemed to notice, and he hurried to the door. "No solarium. Got it. See you soon." He stepped out through the heavy oak door and closed it behind him. On the outside, he pressed his forehead against the door as he got his heart rate under control.

After she heard Rick's footsteps lead away from the door, Cookie smiled at Grace. "So. You've been staring at me since we picked you up. Something on your mind?"

Grace bit her bottom lip and lightly nodded. She exhaled and stepped up to Cookie until their breasts touched. "Can I kiss you?" Grace whispered. Cookie smiled knowingly and gently reached around to the back of Grace's neck and pulled her in.

The moment their lips touched would be ingrained in Grace's mind for the rest of her life. It was electric. They kissed lightly for just a few seconds as Grace's arms slipped around Cookie's back and pulled her in tight. The warmth of Cookie's body against hers raised goosebumps on her arms. When their lips parted, Grace laid her forehead against Cookies.

"I've been having certain... urges regarding some women in my building. I wanted to see..." Grace stopped and kissed the beautiful brunette again.

"Is it everything you hoped?" Cookie whispered when Grace broke the kiss.

Grace nodded again. "Yes. It's wonderful."

Cookie's smile turned seductive. "Is that all you wanted to try?"

Grace's left hand slid up and attempted to cup Cookie's enormous tit. Her eyes were glued to it and she trembled as her fingers sank into the woman's flesh. "No, I want to try everything, taste everything, feel everything. I want you and Mark. I think... I think I always have."

Cookie leaned in and kissed her, and it turned hot and passionate. Their hands roamed each other's bodies until they broke the kiss, breathless.

Panting, Cookie whispered. "I'm so happy to hear that and I know Mark will be as well, but sadly, it will have to wait until tomorrow morning."

Grace's disappointment was apparent in her voice. "What?" Her face looked puzzled until she realized it must have something to do with what they were there for. "Okay, what's happening here this weekend? I assumed it was some sort of swinger party. But your mom and Jerome and Cora? What's going on?"

Cookie stepped back and pushed the bags on the bed aside to sit on the coverlet. She sighed. "It's kind of a long story and it goes back to my father. Sit down with me and we'll talk." She patted the bed next to her.

Grace was amazingly aroused and more than a little disappointed, but she sat down on the bed as the curvy woman began her story.

"When dad was working for the oil company back in the early 80s..."

***

Rather than wander into places he wasn't invited to, Rick walked down the hallway and back down the stairs toward where they had entered the home. It seemed everyone else had retired to their prospective rooms for a bit, which suited Rick just fine. Walking around naked in a strange place was insane and even more insanely arousing. But at the moment, he was desperate to get rid of the raging hard-on that was robbing necessary blood from his brain. He was finding it hard to think.

Entering the spacious and well-furnished front parlor, he admired several large pieces of Queen Anne design that suited the old home well. Turning toward the back of the home, he entered a large sitting room with more modern, comfortable furniture and a television. Beyond that, he spied two large glass doors that were largely covered by heavy curtains in a deep oxblood red, but they were open enough to see beyond into the solarium.

Stepping to the glass door, he marveled at the magnificent orange tree that grew inside. The solarium had to be thirty-five feet tall and wide and the tree took up most of it without looking cramped, due to judicious pruning. It was surrounded by a variety of tropical flowers. Three hibiscus bushes, each in a different shade. Orchids and canna and birds of paradise made the room mad with color.

"It's a Clementine." A woman's voice spoke a moment before he felt a hand brush across his naked ass. Rick started and looked to his right. Anna opened the curtain further and stood beside him, gazing into the solarium. His eyes slid over her lean, mature body. "Which is technically an orange and tangerine hybrid."

She glanced at the young man, admiring his lean, athletic physique. "My husband, Kenneth, planted it back in the eighties." She looked up at the tall young man and smiled. "Sadly though, I believe it is coming to the end of its life span." She pointed with her delicate finger. "You can see some rot there about ten feet up, beneath the blushing trumpet vine."

Rick looked up and spotted the area she was pointing to, beneath the fleshy pink flowers and nodded.

"Though she gives us great fruit, I will miss the trumpet vine the most."

Confused, he looked more closely at the vine. It looked like a common enough tropical vine, with fine trumpet flowers that were just beginning to open. "Can't you, you know, transplant it?"

The lovely older woman gave him a sad smile and shook her head. "Unfortunately, no. The tree and vine have a symbiotic relationship. When the tree dies, so will the vine."

"But why will you miss it so much? There are a dozen things in that room prettier than it is." He turned to Anna, genuinely curious. This segue had been enough of a distraction to ease the pressure in his cock, for which he was grateful.

She gave him a mischievous smile and ran her hand over his chest. Anna looked at his young, handsome face and ran the edge of her thumb over his nipple. She could definitely understand Grace's attraction to the young man. She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "Because the vine emits a pheromone that is a mild aphrodisiac."

Rick looked at her dubiously, and Anna snickered. "It's true. My husband brought it home from the Amazon shortly after this tree was planted. He was there as part of an oil exploratory effort. He noticed an area where the local wildlife seemed unusually active and fruitful. Kenneth asked the local tribesmen about it, and they said it was because of the vine. They also told him something else that he did not believe at the time. They didn't find any oil, but he brought home a potted seedling."

"What didn't he believe?" Rick asked.

She stepped back and turned to walk away. She stopped and looked back over her shoulder. "They told him that the one night a year when the trumpets bloom, the scent of the flowers will drive any female animal nearby out of her mind with lust."

Rick glanced back at the pink flowers. "But they are nearly open now!"

Anna gave the young man a seductive smile. "So, they are," she purred, then turned and walked off toward the kitchen.

The implications of what Anna said, combined with Grace's comments about a sexual adventure, brought the reason for their visit to stark clarity. He was spared from further contemplation when Zaila came bounding down the stairs and spotted him. Her arms were full of clean towels.

She walked up to him and smiled brightly. "Hey handsome, would you take these, please?" Rick leaned over and took the bundle from the shining woman. Once her body wasn't covered, he marveled at her fit physique. Her beautiful dark skin gleamed over her washboard abs and well muscled thighs. She had sweet little puffy nipples on small, firm breasts. He wondered what one would feel like between his lips.

When his eyes got up to her face, she was grinning with a raised eyebrow. "Well, you're not shy. I'll give you that," she chuckled.

At that moment, he recognized her. "I... I know you."

Zaila smiled slyly. "Seen me on TV or in your dreams?"

Rick blushed a bit and answered honestly with a wide smile. "Both."

Zaila laughed happily. "C'mon, sweet talker, let's take things out to the patio." She hooked her hand under his triceps and turned him into the dining room.

***

Grace was speechless when she and Cookie came downstairs. Grace had been here as a young woman and knew about the solarium, but not the secret it contained. They both walked to the window and Grace saw the vine. "That?" she asked.

Cookie nodded. "Yep. Around 4 a. m. Jerome will open the doors and let the pheromone into the house."

Grace was concerned. "Will it feel weird?"

Cookie looked thoughtful. "You know that point when you're the most turned on? When your lover is hitting everything just right and the euphoria peaks? Maybe just before you cum?"

Grace nodded. "Mm-hmm."

"It feels like that. All morning." Cookie said matter-of-factly.

Grace's jaw dropped. "Holy smokes. I'm... I'm a little scared."

The big brunette smiled. "Don't be. When you wake up, just follow your instincts. The boys will see to everything. They will wait for us downstairs."

Grace had a thought. "Wow. Five women and three men." She giggled wildly. "I don't think we have enough dicks."

Cookie stepped close and leaned in. Her left hand caressed the outer curve of Grace's right breast softly. "Come find me after you eat breakfast." Grace's breath caught in her throat. She smiled and nodded vigorously.

***

When Grace and Cookie stepped onto the lanai, the party had already begun. Cora and Jerome had set up a picnic table full of sumptuous food. It was classic summer fare, but it was all food served cold and perfect for a warm spring day. Trays of cold meats and cheeses, with French rolls, cold vegetables and fruit, with a variety of salads and sumptuous eclairs for dessert. Coolers of cold beverages were close at hand.

Grace was happy to see Rick adjusting well to the lack of clothing. He and the other men were outside setting up a net under the oaks for badminton. His eyes darted to the ladies often, but not to a fault.

The in-ground pool and the screened-in enclosure looked fairly new. It certainly couldn't be the same pool she had swum in back in her 20s, though it was the same size and shape. The house looked to be in marvelous condition for its age. As the group gathered their plates and stepped away from the table, Grace walked up, picked up a plate, and began perusing the dishes. She was surprised at how relaxed and free she felt, walking around naked. Feeling the sun on her skin as it slid between boughs of the live oaks. She was reaching for the tongs to grab some cold fried chicken when she felt someone's breath on her neck.

"I'm overjoyed that you came," Mark's voice whispered in her ear. Grace smiled. She'd had a bit of a crush on Mark for a long time. When she and Ed had visited their home in years past, Grace had joined Cookie and Mark in their nakedness, but Ed was always too insecure to get more bare than swimming trunks. Mark's tall, lean body, she'd seen naked too many times to not want to experience it. But she'd never allowed it to be anything but fantasy in her mind. Until now.

Grace leaned over the table and reached for a roll at the back of the table and felt her ass meet Mark's crotch. He was warm and semi-aroused. She straightened and whispered back, "So I see."

Reaching out, Mark let his fingertips slide up the side of her hip, to her waist and above, to caress the side of her right breast. "I've always wanted you. Please tell me you didn't come only for Cookie," Mark added.

Grace turned and looked up at the man's handsome face. She liked the gray that shot through his brown hair. It made him look distinguished. His face was flushed, and his expression was ardent. Grace smiled before shifting the plate to her left hand and reaching around the man's neck with her right. She gently but insistently pulled his face down to her. Grace kissed him enthusiastically and when his lips parted, she slid her tongue between them, and their tongues danced together in his mouth. When they broke the kiss, she looked into his eyes and stepped back so that he could see her body.

"This is the new Grace. Do you like it?" she asked seductively.

Grace's curves and full breasts were less voluptuous than Cookies, but Mark's eyes were captured by them none-the-less. "Oh yes, ma'am," he replied breathlessly.

She stepped back up to him until he could feel her breasts against his ribs, and the tip of his hard cock against her abdomen. "The new Grace is here to enjoy everything she's denied herself for so, so long." With that, her right hand came between them and stroked his cock gently.

She looked up into his eyes again and grinned wolfishly. "Everything."

Mark smiled back, and at that moment, they noticed the surrounding silence. They both looked over at the rest of the group to find they had become the center of attention. There were smiles and appreciative looks on all faces. Grace giggled suddenly and broke the awkward silence. She looked at Cora and grinned.

"Everything just looks so yummy!" she laughed. And then turned back to the table of food. Mark picked up a plate and did likewise. There were a few chuckles, and the conversations resumed.

***

Grace spent the afternoon enjoying herself, as she hadn't done in years. Aside from her morning trysts with Rick, she hadn't been very social yet. Grace hadn't had the energy to try renewing her old social circle, though several old friends had tried to reach out during the divorce proceedings.

Everyone ate and talked and played badminton and pool volleyball. There were smiles and laughter and screams of joy as they played, naked bodies in motion. After a while, she felt thankful that she didn't have a penis to give away her level of arousal. There were so many sexy bodies of all ages. Zaila and Rick were in their twenties, Jerome and Cora in their thirties, Cookie and Mark in their forties, and their lovely host, Anna. Grace made looking that good at sixty-five a life's goal.

During the day she'd chatted with everyone, including the stoic Jerome whose eyes told her a lot when his mouth did not. Jerome watched the bodies of the beautiful women around him with appreciation and interest, but she could see the love in his eyes for Anna. She found the age difference intriguing and erotic. Though Grace had only the one dalliance since her divorce, with a younger man, she'd loved every second. But would she want such a man as a mate? With twenty years between them? It certainly bore thinking about. She looked over at Rick, who was chatting animatedly with Anna and Zaila, and laughed a little to herself.

Twenty-two might be too young, she thought. Though she'd never kick Rick out of bed for eating crackers, she'd never look to the young man for a deep, informed conversation. He just didn't have the life experience yet. She looked over at Jerome with his bronze body and thought that might be more like it. Someone who'd seen some of life and had learned. He'd figured things out and established himself. Yes, that seemed right to her. All that and a body still capable of filling her nights with sweat and cum. That's what she deserved; she knew. And that was what she'd have. She grinned and couldn't wait to see what adventures the future held.

***

The afternoon heat peaked at about 4 p. m. and Grace stepped back out onto the pool deck. Rick lounged in the shallow end, with his eyes closed and head back. His long arms were hooked over the pool edge and his muscular legs were stretched out in front of him. Being in the water had always been a source of joy for the young man. The water was home and his friends on the swim team were his extended family.

Everyone else had dried off and had retreated to the air conditioning. He opened his eyes as he heard Grace enter the water and smiled. "My cock finally gets a break from standing straight and out she comes." Rick looked at her and his eyes were bright and full of merriment.

Grace walked toward him, splashing water up over her breasts. The chill brought gooseflesh and her nipples swelled and stood out. Grace smiled and ran her hands under her breasts. "Shall I leave?" Grace asked teasingly and the young man shook his head.

"I think we should talk," Grace said seriously. She lowered herself into the water until her breasts were floating and she walked over and laid her hands on the man's smooth chest.

"Listen, when I invited you for an unforgettable weekend, I figured on some partner swapping, or maybe Cookie and Mark sharing a bed with us." A shiver ran through Rick, but she didn't notice.

She motioned toward the solarium that was next to the pool's screened enclosure. "But I never imagined this." She looked back at him. "Whatever this is."

Rick pulled his legs under him and reached out with his right arm and drew Grace closer. His hand and body felt warm on her water-cooled skin as her breasts flattened against him. "Cookie's your friend, right? A close friend that you've known for a very long time?" Grace nodded.

"I spoke to Jerome and Mark; they seem like good guys. From what I gather, this isn't their first time here for this party." Rick ran his hand over his two-day-old blonde stubble. "Do you think there's the slightest chance that Cookie would invite you if it wasn't safe?"

Grace's intense expression as she shook her head was convincing. "No," she said with certainty. He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Then let's just enjoy the fuck out of this. Whatever this is."

Grace smiled and cupped his cheek. "You're pretty smart for a kid, you know that?"

Rick's smile turned into a leer. "I'm man enough to make you cum your brains out."

The two of them were startled when a woman's voice spoke up. "Now that sounds sexy."

They looked over and found Zaila crouched a few feet away. Her arms were around her knees and her chin rested on her forearm. Zaila's dark eyes sparkled with arousal. Her pussy was easy to see in her crouch and her thick pussy lips were open and inviting. She had padded over quietly enough that they hadn't heard her steps.

The beauty moved gracefully, slipped into the water with them, and gave them a seductive smile. "Do you mind if I cut in?" she asked mischievously. Grace watched the rivulets of water trickle down over her small breasts, her dark skin lustrous and enticing. Grace gave her a questioning look and took a step back. Zaila turned sideways and slid in between their bodies. She smiled lasciviously and threw her arms around Grace's neck, pulling the brunette in for a chaste little kiss.

"You are exquisite, and your young man is a treat. I'm glad you came for our little soiree. Cookie and Mark always bring such wonderful friends." Zaila said enticingly.

Grace trembled a bit and set her hands around the young woman's waist. She felt her heart race. Zaila's young body was flawless and the way her eyes shone made Grace melt a little inside. Grace pulled her in and kissed her firmly. The way her lips felt was amazing. Grace felt Zaila wrap her legs around her thighs and she took the slim woman's weight easily in the water. Grace's hands slid down to grasp and squeeze the tiny lobes of Zaila's ass.

The young woman broke the kiss and grinned. "That's the spirit." Grace glanced over her shoulder to see the awed expression on Rick's face. "So you like my handsome boy-toy?" Grace asked suggestively.

Zaila glanced over her shoulder at the frowning Rick for a moment and grinned. "Uh-huh."

"Good," Grace replied as she scooted closer to Rick. Zaila shivered a bit when she felt Rick's warm chest against her back.

Zaila made eye contact with Grace. "Oh, that feels nice. Is he good with his hands?"

"Only one way to find out," Rick said softly, and she felt his warm breath in her ear.

As Rick's hands slid around to cup her breasts, she felt his cock harden under her ass. Grace grinned at the woman as Rick's able fingers began to play with Zaila's firm breasts. Grace pushed Zaila's legs gently apart and her hand caressed over her mons. Zaila gasped and met Grace's eyes.

Zaila's hands slid to Grace's shoulders, pushing the older woman down in the water, lowering her face to her young, pert tits. This is it, Grace thought to herself. How she'd fantasized about this moment. Her tongue snaked out as Rick's hands slid down and licked the dark turgid nipple, before giving her areola a big warm kiss.

"Oh yes. That feels nice," the young woman moaned. Grace took her puffy nipple into her mouth and sucked and was rewarded with a deep moan. "Play with my pussy, please," the young woman pleaded.

Another first. Grace thought as her right hand snaked down over the young woman's curly bush to find her clitoris swollen and larger than she had expected. Her fingers continued in and down until they danced across her pussy lips and slipped easily between them. Zaila wailed as Grace's mouth restarted its efforts on her nipples, moving from one to the other.

Grace was not surprised when she felt Rick's hard cock on the back of her hand, jutting from beneath Zaila's ass. She reached down and pulled it up to rub against Zaila's slit, while her thumb flicked back and forth across her engorged clit. Zaila flexed her pelvis, and Ricky gasped.

Grace lifted her mouth from the nipple and stood to kiss the young woman. "Are you ready?" she asked softly. Zaila nodded enthusiastically, moaning deep in her chest.

Grace and Rick made eye contact as she pushed his cock in towards Zaila at the same time Rick lifted the petite woman. As soon as Zaila felt the big cockhead spread her pussy lips, Rick relaxed, and she slid slowly down on his cock. Her head fell back against Rick's shoulder, and she shuddered hard as his cock slowly filled her.

Grace kissed the woman's neck as her hand resumed its ministrations on Zaila's clit, making the young woman moan. The experience with a woman was everything Grace had hoped it would be, sensuous and soft. Zaila sighed at Grace's touch, which was so gentle but firm and warm. The temperature difference between the cool water and warm flesh gave everything an extra dimension of sensation. Rick felt it as his cock slid in and out of Zaila's tight pussy, and the feeling was extraordinary.

Grace made eye contact with Zaila and then Rick. "Don't pull out too far, or the water will wash away the lubrication." She kissed Zaila again. "Just roll your hips, sweetie. Nice and slow. Take your time."

The young woman bit her bottom lip and nodded. Rick moaned as she began moving her hips. He leaned forward to kiss and bite her shoulders and neck. Zaila wailed when Grace lowered her lips to her erect nipples again.

Before long, the combination of sensations of nipples, clit, and filled pussy proved too much for the young woman and she cried out and threw her weight forward onto Grace.

"Gah! Ohhhh Grace, it feels so..." The two women stared into one another's eyes as Zaila's climax carried her off to another world. She collapsed in Grace's arms. Grace kissed her neck softly as the woman regained her breath.

Grace and Rick smiled appreciatively at one another. Finally, Zaila turned and threw her arms around Rick's shoulders and kissed him passionately. She hugged him tight with her head on his chest. The young beauty could still feel his hard cock pressing against her body and looked up at him.

"Get up onto the side of the pool. It's my turn." She gave him a wicked grin. Enthralled by the young woman's spirit, Rick levered his lean, muscular body out of the water to sit on the poolside. She stood and pushed Rick's chest so that he leaned back on his hands before she threw her arms around his waist, pulling her face onto his cock.

When her warm mouth suctioned itself around his cock, Rick's head fell back, and he moaned loudly. Grace stepped behind the young woman and let her hands roam over her back and buttocks, massaging her slowly, tenderly. At this point, Grace was sure of one thing. A woman's body felt really good in her hands and her mouth. There was nothing else she needed to know. Another avenue had opened in life, and she couldn't wait to see what lay down that way. She thought of the young woman, Tessa, she'd seen at the pool. What might her nipples taste like? Her tongue? Her cunt? A shudder ran through her, and she moaned. A moment later, Rick moaned loudly and filled Zaila's mouth with his cum. She looked up into his face and smiled as she swallowed.

As Rick leaned back, he was surprised to find Anna standing over them. The look on her face was disapproving.

"Zaila dear. You know what a chore Rick has ahead of him tomorrow morning. He will need every bit of his endurance." The older woman said tersely.

Zaila smiled guiltily. "Yes, but he's young. He will be fine. Besides, he'll be less anxious now."

Anna nodded. "That's true." Zaila levered her muscular body out of the pool and Grace gasped.

Everyone turned to the curvy woman standing in the pool. Grace pointed at Zaila. "I recognize you! I saw you win the gold medal in gymnastics two years ago! You're Zaila Green!"

Zaila smiled broadly and, with a wink, jogged over to grab a towel and then turned and headed for the house.

Grace looked inquiringly up at Anna. "Zaila Green?"

Anna smiled. "Her parents are my accountants and investment advisors. When they moved to California, Zaila stayed with me so she could finish at university and stay with her gymnastics coach. She's been here for the last few blooms, as her parents were before that."

With that, the beautiful sexagenarian turned and walked back into the house, leaving Grace and Rick amazed.

***

As the afternoon became evening, a light repast was served, but there was little interest. The sun and water and fun had sapped the energy of all involved from youngest to oldest. They finished the evening talking socially in the sitting room. At eight p. m., Anna stood and dismissed the ladies to their rooms, explaining that the men would sleep downstairs. As they all stood, Rick's disappointment must have been clear on his face.

Cora smiled and walked up to him. "Are you sad, cher? Disappointed you do not get to be with your Grace?"

Rick frowned that he'd been so easily read.

"I think the morning will heal all hurts, handsome." She looked him in the eye and moved in close. "I be looking for you in the morning, I think, sugar." She kissed him firmly, and he felt her enormous tits press into his abdomen. She looked at him slyly when they broke the kiss. "Would that be all right with you?" she whispered in his ear.

Rick's face was again open and easy to read. His eyes were wide, and his mouth hung open. He was utterly captured by the big, beautiful brunette. "I would really like that, Cora."

Cora looked straight down and saw Rick's hard cock twitching through the V between her breasts. "I see that, cher." This time it was Rick who initiated the kiss, and he'd have kept on indefinitely if she hadn't pushed him back gently. She took a step back. "See you in the morning then, hun."

When she turned and walked away, his eyes fell on her beautiful, big ass. He made himself a solemn promise at that moment.

At school, on the swim and diving teams, there were many lovely, young, fit women. Several, he felt, would say yes if he was to ask them out. But it was a different girl who drew his eye. Whom he looked forward to seeing most often. It was the lovely big redhead, with an enticing hourglass figure that reported on the teams for the college newspaper. She watched many practices, attended meets, and was always there to support them. She'd smiled sweetly at him several times and he'd found out on the sly that she wasn't seeing anyone. He swore that would change the minute he got home. The very minute.

It was Jerome who interrupted his reverie. The ladies had all disappeared upstairs.

"C'mon, lover boy, let's go get some mattresses downstairs," Jerome and Mark shared a knowing smile. They'd both been through it before their first bloom.

The men went up and pulled two queen-sized mattresses from a storage room, plus towels, pillows, and sheets. The mattresses all had quilted mattress pads on them, freshly washed. They laid them down on the floor in the sitting room for the men to sleep on, as well as on the couch.

Jerome spoke out loud to no one in particular, "In the morning, we'll push the mattresses together between the couch and loveseat. We'll spread the towels out and--"

"Umm..." Rick interrupted and Jerome gave him a raised eyebrow.

Rick continued nervously. "Is it really... gonna go down like I think it will tomorrow morning?"

Mark chuckled, "You mean, are five sexually ravenous women going to come down those stairs after dawn, and fuck our brains out, in a massive orgy in this room?"

Rick swallowed. "Yeah."

Mark and Jerome just smiled. Then Mark chucked him on the shoulder. "Better get some rest, kid. 4 a. m. comes early."

Rick looked that the men quizzically. "Four? Why four?"

Jerome shrugged. "We have to get the food ready."

That made no sense to Rick. "Food?"

***

Jerome's phone woke him at four and he padded calmly to the sliding doors that opened into the solarium. He unlocked the doors and slid them both open wide. The smell of orange blossoms washed over him, and he breathed deeply of their sweetness. Then he turned and awoke the other two men.

Rick would have sworn that there wasn't a chance in hell of him falling asleep, knowing what was going to happen in the morning, but he had. And rather quickly as well. He got up and followed the two older men into the big kitchen filled with appliances and fixtures that wouldn't have been out of place in a 60s era TV show, prepared to just follow their lead. Mark walked to a small wine chiller that was hidden behind a cabinet door and brought out three small vials.

Mark handed one each to Jerome and Rick. "First things first," he said, as if it explained everything. Rick looked at the vial and saw an orange blossom soaking in a clear liquid. Jerome filled him in. "The trumpet vine and the tree live symbiotically. The vine gets nutrients from the soil left by the tree, and the orange blossoms get a little bit of magic from the vine."

"Like the aphrodisiac?" Rick asked.

"No," Mark replied. "The aphrodisiac only works on women. But the orange blossoms help men." He met Rick's eyes and then looked down at his own penis.

Rick's eyes opened wide. "You mean like... Viagra?" The two men nodded. Rick blushed. "Yeah, but I'm young. I don't need that." The two tall men smiled at each other and then at him.

Jerome chuckled. "Five women and three men. Do you really want to risk disappointing them?" Rick thought for a moment, then unscrewed the cap on the vial. He raised it in a toast and met the gaze of the men. "To your good health, sirs."

***

Grace awoke as the sun's first rays came through the window. There was no gradual awakening. It was like a switch was thrown. Awake and aware, instantly. She sat up and looked around. The feel of the sheet sliding from her breasts into her lap immediately brought goosebumps to her areolas, and her nipples hardened. She shivered uncontrollably for a few moments.

Her sense of smell and hearing seemed unusually sharp, and the slightest touch of her skin brought pleasure. She sniffed the air and caught the smell of food. Her stomach clenched, and she was suddenly ravenously hungry. Like she hadn't eaten in days.

She looked over at the dresser and spotted the big silver tray. Grasping the footboard, she sprang out of the bed to land deftly on her feet. The tray was filled with cuts of tri-tip steak, thick slices of honey-baked ham, and two giant turkey legs. Another bowl held peeled oranges, mangos, and bananas lying over a layer of ice. A pitcher of ice-cold water similarly sat in a bucket of ice.

A cry of the purest need of her life fell from her lips and she fell upon the buffet like an animal. She picked the closest turkey leg and bit into it deeply. When the taste of the meat hit her tongue, her arms burst out in gooseflesh, and she moaned into her meal. She felt suddenly elated and alive. After several large bites, she snatched up a peeled orange, bit into it, and felt it burst between her teeth. The sweet juice ran down her throat and down her chin, and her eyes closed in bliss. She purred deeply in her chest as she set to her meal.

***

Just before dawn, Jerome went over and closed the French doors. When Rick looked at him questioningly, he simply said, "Too much of a good thing." Rick shrugged and went back to work, setting up the mattresses.

The men had been hearing footsteps and the odd moan or wail from upstairs for several minutes. Rick was more nervous than ever in his life.

Jerome grinned when Zaila was the first to come bounding down the stairs. She took the entire flight in two agile jumps, to land catlike on all fours on the hardwood floor. Setting her eyes on her prey, she tore across the distance to leap into the air like a jungle cat. She easily cleared twelve feet over both of the mattresses in the leap, and Jerome caught her easily around the waist and spun with her, absorbing her momentum. She immediately wrapped her arms and legs around his upper body, their lips joined in the fiercest of kisses. It was so primal and raw; Rick and Mark couldn't help but watch. Jerome lowered her onto the head of his erection, and she screamed out her need as the head of his cock pushed through her opening. Rick watched her arms and back muscles tense as she flexed her body down to take more and more of Jerome's impressive cock inside her. She panted like an animal in heat, with her lips pulled back and her teeth bared. Zaila screamed and Mark saw her wetness running down Jerome's thick legs.

"Here I come, cher!" Cora stood at the bottom of the stairs, grasping the banister for support. Her pale body was flushed and pink, sweat stood out on her face. Her chest was covered in the juices from the food they had prepared.

Rick gasped, and seconds later had to remind himself to breathe. Cora looked wild, inflamed. Her long dark hair was sleep matted and her eyes were wild. She dashed across the floor, her huge tits heaving. Rick smiled and opened his arms, steeling himself for the impact. She tackled him to the thick mattress like a football player and he was instantly engulfed in her body. She kissed him harder and more passionately than any woman ever had. He could taste the meat and fruit on her lips, and he lost himself in her womanly embrace.

Without breaking the kiss, she reached down for his engorged cock and set it in her opening, then pushed herself down on him firmly. They moaned loudly into each other's mouths as his cock slid into her fully in three quick strokes. Her pussy was so warm and wet, and it clenched his tool so tightly. Cora pushed herself up on his chest and screamed, "Fuck yes! Dat's so fucking good, hun." She met his eyes. "You gonna remember Cora for the rest of your life, for sure!" She leaned forward and grabbing her big pendulous tit, smashed it into Rick's face as she thrust forcefully back on his cock. It took a few seconds, but when Rick's mouth pulled her entire areola into his mouth and began sucking, the big woman wailed in pure ecstasy.

***

Anna could already hear the goings on downstairs before she passed her daughter's room. As she went by, she heard moans from within and smiled, knowing she would have some time to herself with her handsome son-in-law.

Mark heard Anna's feet on the stairs and turned to her. He knew Anna had been a part of some forty blooms. She had learned to control herself and maintain a dignified appearance, unlike the wild women already writhing on the mattresses. Anna had taken the time to clean herself, and her hair was tied into a simple braid. She walked to him calmly, but he could see a sheen of sweat on her face and breasts. Her face was flushed, and her smile was almost predatory.

Anna walked up and wrapped her hands around Mark's neck, and pulled him down for a kiss. She gasped when their lips met and suddenly she was clinging to him, kissing him wildly. The smell of him was intoxicating. She could smell the food the men had prepared earlier on his skin, along with soap and sweat. And over it all, he smelled amazingly like a man. She broke the kiss and panted into his neck.

"Sweet boy, would you be so kind?" she asked, looking into his eyes. Mark just smiled and stepped back, gesturing that she should lie down on the covered couch. Carefully she skirted the edge of the mattress where her housekeeper was wildly riding young Rick, who had so impressed her with his maturity the previous day. His face was lost between Cora's massive breasts.

Anna sat down on the sofa and laid back. She gave Mark a seductive smile as she wantonly opened her legs, setting one over the back of the couch and the other on the mattress on the floor. She reached down with her hand and spread her pussy lips open with her delicate fingers. Mark smiled broadly when he saw her glistening pussy, flushed the same pink as the trumpet flower. He leaned down and put his skilled tongue to work.

Anna's hands slid into her son-in-law's thick hair as his tongue slipped into her and she moaned deeply. She looked over at her lover, to see Jerome with Zaila across from them on the loveseat. The big man was on his knees, supporting her petite body and pulling her onto his cock like a wild animal. Her screams of ecstasy reverberated in the room.

Between them, Cora sat up and laid over on her back, opening her legs and arms wide for young Rick. Rick was lost in his lust and hastened to fill the V of her thick legs. Anna had the perfect angle to watch his cock slide back into Cora's flushed and soaked pussy and begin pounding into her.

It was Anna's secret that as good as the sex felt; she loved watching her guests even more. When Mark's tongue moved to her clit and his long fingers began probing inside her, her first orgasm rolled through her, and she shared it with everyone, moaning loudly.

"This is just... heaven!"

***

Grace washed her meal down with the icy water, drunk straight from the pitcher. Gasping, she spotted the towel nearby and used it briefly, almost unconsciously. Her thirst slaked, she felt the cool water that had spilled over her lips, dripping down her body. Grace's entire body vibrated, every nerve ending singing. Her hand stole down to her pussy, and she nearly screamed when her fingers danced over her clitoris. She looked at the door to her room and set down the water pitcher with a thud.

Cookie was just cleaning herself up when Grace stepped into her room. The wild look in Grace's eyes made her tremble. Grace closed the door and took a step toward her.

"This is incredible. I've never felt anything like this." Grace moved slowly, sniffing the air, and listening to the cries coming from downstairs. Her eyes bored into Cookie's. "I can smell them down there." The curvy brunette watched a shudder roll through Grace as her eyes closed.

Cookie had been through many blooms and, though just as affected, had better control over herself. "Get on the bed!" she ordered. "On your back!"

Grace's narrowed eyes snapped open wide, and she started. She gasped and reacted immediately, running to the bed and throwing her body down onto it. Cookie watched her friend's full tits bounce as she moved. She had wanted to fasten her mouth over Grace's beautiful nipples for years, but had hardly dared to hope it would ever happen with her married to such a wet-blanket like Ed.

Grace lay there on the bed, panting, so thankful that Cookie had taken the lead, avoiding any potential awkwardness of their first time together. Her head was near the foot of the bed and she watched in awe as Cookie's wonderful Rubenesque body approached. Cookie stopped and looked down at her. Their eyes met as Cookie slid her hand down to her own pussy and began running her fingers through her flushed pussy lips.

"Is this what you want?" Cookie purred. Grace trembled. She wasn't used to being the one seduced. "Like you can't believe," Grace whispered.

Cookie reached out with her other hand and tickled Grace's taut nipple. "I might have some idea," Cookie said with a thoughtful smile. "Mark and I have been fantasizing about having you in our bed for a long time. Are you going to fuck my husband when you and I are through here?"

Grace bit her bottom lip and nodded. "Even if I have to push another woman off him." Cookie's fingers on her nipples were driving her insane. Her legs were spread wide and she could feel her juices leaking over her perineum.

Cookie smiled and leaned over Grace. She lowered her right tit into Grace's waiting mouth. She moaned into it as she began sucking on a fat, hard nipple. Cookie's left hand slid slowly down Grace's stomach, who began to whine as she waited an eternity to feel it on her pussy.

"Harder baby. Suck harder." Cookie whispered as her hand finally reached its destination. She cupped Grace's vulva and pulled in tightly. Grace wailed in frustration and ecstasy.

Grace closed her eyes, flexed her hips and moaned loudly as dextrous fingers stimulated her clit and pussy lips. She moaned into her mouthful as Cookie slipped her digits into Grace's wet slit.

With all her senses heightened, the feeling of being penetrated by even something as small as Cookie's fingers made her wail. God, what will it feel like when Mark's hard cock pushes into me? She wondered to herself.

After several minutes, Cookie leaned back, and her nipple popped from Grace's mouth, leaving her panting. Cookie was lost in the euphoria. No more teasing, no more waiting. She put her left knee on the bed and swung her right over the head of one of her best friends.

The two women lay in a perfect sixty-nine position. They were the perfect heights and shapes and fit together perfectly. When Cookie's warm mouth fell over her pussy, Grace cried out triumphantly.

"Yes! Oh it's so perfect, I want..." the rest of her cries were cut off by Cookie's flesh on her wet mouth. An all-over body shiver rolled through Grace as she slid her tongue through the flushed pink pussy lips. She sucked them each into her mouth and savored the tangy musk that coated them. She wailed as Cookie returned the favor, making Grace's hips quake.

Time lost all meaning as the two curvy women licked and nipped and sucked at each other's cunts. Grace felt her orgasm building, and she quaked every time Cookie's warm, wet tongue slid around her clit, which felt like it was enormous for all the contact Cookie seemed to get. When her friend sucked it into her mouth like a tiny cock, Grace's world exploded into a kaleidoscope of pleasure. She screamed until she had no breath.

Finally, they lay cuddled together, kissing passionately, each tasting their own juices that covered their mouths, necks, and cleavage. Their hands roamed as they caught their breath.

"So," Cookie panted. "Are you going to keep that little... boy-toy you brought with you? Rick seems sweet, and he's just... gorgeous."

Grace's eyes rolled, and she gave her friend a wry look. "To be determined," she replied dryly.

Cookie grinned and sat up. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to go downstairs and get that fine young cock inside me, on the double. Coming?"

Grace sat up like a shot. Downstairs was Mark's lean body and the cock that had been making her mouth water all the previous day. She beat Cookie to the door.

***

Grace and Cookie stepped off the last stair to view the scene before them. Two queen-sized mattresses lay end to end between the sofa and loveseat. Jerome was on his back on the sofa and Cora was astride him in reverse-cowgirl style, riding for all she was worth. Her eyes were shut tight, and her head and arms flailed backward. Her great big tits bounced energetically and were red from someone's enthusiastic attention.

On the farthest mattress, Mark and Rick lay on their backs, each with a lean female form straddling their faces. Anna was rubbing her pussy vigorously as Rick's tongue slid in and out of her wet cunt. Zaila and Anna's upper bodies lay over the big ottoman. Zaila's body just twitched spastically as Mark's expert mouth devoured her pussy, licking every drop of the nectar that leaked from it.

Marks and Rick's cocks were rigid as tent-poles and, for a wonder, unoccupied. Grace and Cookie looked at one another and giggled wildly before tearing across the floor.

Grace leaped onto the mattress a little more energetically than she'd intended and nearly tumbled into Mark. She stopped with her face just inches from his engorged cock. She looked at it, rapt. Mark knew someone was there and his cock twitched eagerly. She caressed it gently with her hand and laid it along her cheek, breathing in the scent of him. There had been at least one pussy on this cock so far. Her pussy gushed as she thought of it sliding into her.

She grabbed it at the root and slid her mouth down over it and took it as deep as she could. It was so warm in her mouth and tasted divine. Mark moaned loudly into the pretty pink pussy on his mouth. She let her mouth salivate and let it run down his cock and over her hand. She licked the base of his cock, feeling the tight muscles there and then up to tickle the frenulum underneath his cockhead. He paused from his work to moan her name.

"Oh Grace, that's so good, you're..." Zaila grabbed his hair and slammed his mouth back onto her cunt, cutting off his encouragements.

Grace giggled and then moved up to squat over his hard cock, her hands gripping Zaila's shoulders. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she rubbed the head of his cock over her clit and then between her inner labia. She rubbed it enthusiastically over her slit, then pushed it through and eased herself down on it. Her eyes fluttered blissfully as he slid in to butt against the door to her womb. Usually, too much contact with her cervix was uncomfortable for Grace, but at the moment, it felt like heaven. When he was fully sheathed within her, she fell to her knees and rolled her hips. The fullness was magical and, like a wave, an orgasm built swiftly and crashed hard, leaving her breathless. She squeezed Zaila's shoulders before her and shuddered repeatedly.

When she opened her eyes, Zaila was moving off Mark and between Cora's thick legs on the next mattress. Mark looked into her eyes with a joyous smile.

"Hey there handsome, come here often?" Grace grunted as she began pistoning up and down on Mark's cock. She leaned over and kissed him wildly. "That's the best cock I have ever felt in my life." She whispered. "An E-ticket ride."

Mark chuckled, "That's the pheromone talking, but... ugh... thank you," he gasped.

Her mouth fell open in the exhilaration of her pussy being stretched each time she fell down on his cock. "That may be. I guess I'm just gonna have to come to your place for an evening and compare."

Mark pulled her body down to him and his lips latched onto her swollen nipple. He pushed down on her waist and began flexing his hips wildly, driving his cock up into her. She screamed each time his cockhead plowed into her cervix. Grace wailed his name as she came and sprayed her cum all over the man's belly.

Grace fell backward, winded, but Mark moved catlike and was on her in a moment. Her eyes were wide as he grabbed her legs and spread them, pulling her into his core. Momentarily unsure, she moaned. "Oh, Mark, I don't..."

When Mark's cock speared back into her, all doubt was erased. "OH, MARK!" she screamed as his hips rolled, plunging his turgid cock into her over and over.

From her position on the floor, Grace could see everyone. She saw Zaila gamely licking Jerome's cum from Cora's engorged pussy lips. Their joined moans were part of the cacophony of pleasure in the room. Jerome sat on the ottoman, leaning back on his hands, and Anna was on her knees, sucking his cock wildly.

She smiled for a moment as she saw her young Rick, his cock buried balls deep in Cookie's shuddering quim. He lay over her, with his mouth firmly latched over the same nipple that Grace had so loved upstairs. Cookie wailed as his cock plunged in nearly in time with Mark's efforts.

Grace looked up into Mark's ruggedly handsome face and grasped it between her palms. Their eyes met, and she mouthed the words, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, in time with Mark's expert thrusts. Mark shuddered in sheer elation from the rapture he saw on Grace's face.

"Oh, Grace!" Mark trembled. Grace saw the rapture in his expression and knew that she'd made the right decision. This was the life she wanted now. A life of pure pleasure.

"Cum inside me. Deep inside me," she whispered breathlessly. Mark collapsed on top of her, hooking his arms under hers and grasping her shoulders. He pulled her into him as he thrust powerfully into her, again and again until his head curled downward, and he roared. Fully sheathed in her, she felt each spurt as it pumped inside her. A deep orgasm rolled through her, not cataclysmic like her last, but like a wave of warm water, over her and through her. It was unspeakably satisfying. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him deeply. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly as they caught their breath.

***

Rick had never felt so primal, so alive. There was no awkwardness, no self-confidence issues. He was a rutting animal, surrounded by beautiful women who wanted him at a nearly cellular level. And the orange blossom water he'd drunk was a gift from the gods. The gods of fucking. His refractory period was normally around twenty minutes, but not now. Now his cock was ready again within minutes, with no change in sensitivity. He felt like Hercules and his labor today was to make them all wail and cum and bathe his lips with lustful kisses.

Rick's eyes were locked on Cookie's as he plowed his iron cock into her slick hole, over and over again. He watched in awe as her big tits undulated from every impact. Her mouth hung open, and she cried out, "Yes!" with every stroke. Her painted nails had left red trails on his chest and back, and the pain only drove him into her all the harder.

Cookie reached out and pulled the young man down and hugged him tightly to her. "I'm close. Keep going, just like that, just like that," she gasped.

Rick rolled his hips, his cock making wet, syrupy sounds as it pistoned into her cunt. He kissed her hard and their tongues danced together. Cookie's orgasm rocked her, as she felt his energetic cock swell and began painting her womb with his cum. They screamed in unison; their bodies locked onto one another. Finally, they collapsed together onto the mattress, feeling as if they'd never get enough air.

***

Anna rose from the loveseat. Her pussy leaked the cum of three beautiful men, and she'd orgasmed several times, her legs a little rubbery from the lingering dopamine rush. She picked up a towel and spread it on the cushion of her grand armchair and sat down to recover. Jerome lay winded on the loveseat, and he watched Anna as she sat down to enjoy the spectacle before her, as an Empress might have done in the debaucherous days of Rome.

She looked at him, smiled, and motioned with her hand for Jerome to approach. When he stood before her, she picked up a small towel and cleaned his impressive cock. They looked into each other's eyes and he cupped her cheek and caressed it. Anna pressed her head down on his hand and kissed his wrist.

"Would you and Mark please welcome lovely Grace to the family?" She looked at the rest and saw that Cora was asleep on the sofa already. Shortly, all the ladies would be. It was the way the pheromone worked. She could already feel the weariness creeping in, herself. But she still had some time.

Jerome grinned. "I'd be happy to."

Anna laughed. "I know. You are an easy read."

He laughed. It was a deep, whole-hearted laugh. "A failing inherent to my gender, I suspect."

She nodded. Every man she'd ever known was an easy read, particularly in matters of the flesh. Anna nodded to Grace, who was stirring on the mattress. "Go."

***

Grace felt the mattress move when Jerome knelt at her feet. She looked up into his eyes and smiled, realizing that Mark remained beside her as well. Mark and Jerome's eyes met with a knowing smile. When Grace saw that look, she melted a little inside. She'd never had two men at once. And such men. She shivered with eagerness.

Jerome's big hands caressed her hips, and he grinned at her wolfishly. "Lay back, pretty lady. Mark and I are going to take excellent care of you."

Stunned and speechless, she sat back on her butt and moved her legs out in front of her. Mark's hands came up to help her lie back. Jerome spread her legs gently, and they opened wide. Jerome massaged the inside of her thighs with his nimble fingers until they reached the core of the matter. He spread her pussy lips with his right hand and his left thumb dipped into the cum filled wetness before sliding over her clitoris. Mark's hands caressed the side of her face and moved down over her collarbones to firmly cup her full breasts. He rolled the side of his thumb over her hard nipples, and she wailed from the combined sensation.

Anna smiled contentedly, and she moaned softly as her delicate fingers slid to either side of her distended clit. She trembled as she watched Zaila on her knees. Her talented mouth was working on bringing Rick's cock back to its full strength yet again, and she crouched over Cookie's face.

Grace moaned loudly when Jerome rolled her onto her knees. Anna could see her eyes shining with anticipation as Mark and Jerome positioned themselves. Grace's head dropped as Jerome pushed his cock inside her in short thrusts. She looked up into Mark's face with a lewd expression and her jaw hung slack. Mark's cock danced before her eyes. She reached out to stroke it as Jerome began thrusting into her slowly, steadily.

Zaila's whimpered cry caught Anna's attention, and she looked over to see that Zaila lay over Cookie in a sixty-nine position. Rick knelt behind Zaila and was alternately thrusting into Zaila's sloppy pussy and Cookie's warm, open mouth. Whenever his cock slid into Zaila, Cookie's mouth rose to lick her clit.

Zaila's head lay comfortably on Cookie's wet vulva, and she just lay there twitching in ecstasy. She wailed every time Rick's cock slid home with a wet sound.

Anna's diaphragm tightened, and her practiced fingers brought on her last orgasm for the day. She shuddered and her breath hitched as her body spasmed. Finally spent, she smiled and took one last look at her lovers. She was so blessed to have so many. Then her eyes fluttered closed, and she drifted contentedly off to sleep.

***

Grace's mind reeled. Two powerful bodies were thrusting into her both fore and aft, and the sexual energy within her seemed without limit. Drunk on adrenaline and endorphins, she felt herself impaled again and again. Mark wasn't being kind, thrusting into her mouth forcefully, causing her to choke occasionally. Her cunt was stretched like never before and the rapture had no end. Her body tightened, and she came twice more before the two men unloaded within her. After so many orgasms, Mark didn't leave her with much of a mouthful, but she knew in her heart this would not be the last time his cock would be in her mouth.

Grace's shuddering body sank to the mattress, sated and exhausted. Her eyes fluttered, and she looked for a moment through the glass doors. She saw the sunlight through the solarium glass create a halo around that wonderful tree and the amazing vine. The light through her eyelids as she drifted off to sleep was the color of the blushed trumpet flower.

It was quiet. Mark sat back on the edge of the mattress, wiped sweat from his eyes, and looked over at the other mattress. Young Rick lay on one side of his wife's sweaty body, and Zaila on the other, their heads pillowed on her big tits. Both women were asleep. Rick lay there dazed with a drunk smile on his face.

Mark lay back against the sofa and closed his eyes.

***

The men awakened after twenty minutes or so and quietly carried Zaila, Grace, and Anna up to their rooms. From experience, they knew that trying to carry Cookie and Cora gently was difficult, so they covered them with clean sheets and then disappeared out into the pool.

The men bathed quietly in the shallow end, each reliving the morning in their own way. It was Rick who spoke first.

"The tree. Is it really dying?" He looked at both men. Mark looked at Jerome.

Jerome nodded sadly. "We had an arborist out last winter who specializes in citrus. He does a lot of work for the local groves. He said we had maybe two more seasons."

Mark rubbed his hands over his face. "Well, we'll just enjoy it as long as we can." He looked over at Rick and smiled. "Are you coming next year?"

Rick gave him a hopeful smile. "If I'm invited. I'll be here."

Jerome grinned at Rick. "Cookie enjoyed your company, and Cora especially did. I'm pretty sure you will be welcome."

***

Grace awoke to find Rick lying beside her, thumbing through screens on his phone. She groaned with sleepiness. "What time is it?" she said with a yawn.

Rick looked over and smiled. "Time for a shower and dinner."

Grace's stomach growled. "Mmm, both sound good." She looked at the calm look on his face. "Did you have a good time?"

He set his phone down and rolled towards her. "I don't even know where to start," he said, smiling broadly. "I am disappointed that I didn't get a chance to be with you while you were in that crazed state."

She rolled towards him and laughed. "Okay, then next year you get me first thing. Sound good?"

He leaned over and kissed her right nipple fervently. "Promise?"

***

Rick felt a pang of regret as they drove away the next day. Cora had made him promise he would return before long. "You gonna come visit your sweet Cora again, yeah? I'm not done with you, city boy," she'd said with a lusty smile.

He nodded and smiled. "I am hoping to have a girlfriend at school before too long, though. There's a girl I've got my eye on." Grace blinked in surprise as she overheard this.

Cora shrugged her shoulders and grinned as if it wasn't a concern. "Bring her along, cher. Maybe she'd like to meet Jerome and Ms. Anna."

Rick's jaw dropped at the thought.

***

The car was quiet as they drove back towards Melbourne. Finally, Cookie looked back at Grace.

"So whatcha doing next weekend? You really should come and spend some time on the beach at our place.", she said with a knowing smile.

Grace and Rick gave each other a sideways glance and grinned.

"You're gonna have a hard time getting rid of us."

***

Epilogue

"Excuse me," the young woman said as she approached the front of Grace's stair climber. The gym in the condo community area was small, but the equipment was in good order. Grace looked up from her tablet on the equipment console and was surprised to see the pretty young brunette that she'd eavesdropped on at the pool. She smiled at the young woman.

"You're Grace, right? I've seen you around. At the pool. I'm Tessa," the woman said.

Grace slowed her pace on the stair climber so she could begin to lower her heart rate. She extended her hand to the pretty brunette. The woman had already been exercising and her hair was sweat stuck to her skin at the nape of her neck. She wiped her face with her towel and then reached out to Grace's hand. Her hand was soft and petite.

"Yes, it's so nice to meet you. I've seen you around as well. Did you have a good workout?" she asked.

Tessa smiled. "Yes. I... umm." The woman paused, seemingly unsure of what to say. She seemed nervous. Grace smiled at her and shut off her machine. She stepped off it and picked up her towel and wiped her face. The young brunette was dressed in a pair of jogging shorts and a tank top. The straps of her sports bra were visible beneath it. Unlike the day at the pool, she wore no makeup.

Grace had long ago outgrown youthful nervousness, and she made the first move. She reached up and smoothed a lock of hair from the woman's face gently, hooking it behind her ear. Tessa did not flinch from the intimate touch. "C'mon, let's go get some water," Grace said with a smile.

The two ladies sat on a bench and made small talk. Finally, the pressure that had been building in Tessa reached its limit. "I, umm... I think you're very attractive. Do you like... do you like women?"

Grace smiled seductively. "Mm-hmm."

Tessa sighed and asked another question after noting the lack of a ring on her left hand. "Are you seeing anyone?"

Smiling, Grace paused for a moment. "Well, I had a young man who was warming my bed, but he has a new girlfriend. She's been keeping him busy." Their eyes met. "Would you like to have coffee with me sometime?" Grace asked quietly. Their business was no one else's and there always seemed to be a lot of big ears in the gym.

Tessa's mouth curved into a wide smile and her eyes dropped to take in Grace's curvy body, dressed in yoga pants and a tight halter top over a sports bra. The front of her top was soaked with sweat, and it glistened on her ample cleavage.

"I would really like that."

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Author's note.

I rarely revisit my older stories, but this one has really been bugging me and I'm much happier with it now.

Just for transparency, the blushing trumpet vine is completely fictional. If it wasn't, I'd have them all over my house and my wife would be exhausted every day. If you would like to read more about my lusty swinger couple, Cookie and Mark, check out my incest story, Pretty Please, which happens after this story, continuity-wise. Now that I am happy with this story, their third story, a road-trip story, will probably get finished. Thanks again for reading my stories.

Rob