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Consequences, Marie

By: Scorpio44



[Consequence: the results of an action, belief or circumstance. Some are intended, and some are unintended. This is a story about both kinds. This story, unfortunately, is based on events that did happen. The pain from the consequences is and was real. Your comments and votes are encouraged.]

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When we got married we were blind and not very bright. We were both too young to have much idea about what we were doing. She was twenty and I was twenty-one. We had dated for almost a year, following the guidelines of dating within our conservative church. We had kissed a lot. Groped a few times and had not seen each other naked or "gone all the way." After the ceremony where we made outrageous promises we knew nothing about we went on a short honeymoon, three days and two nights. She needed to get back for finals. Four days after we got back I shipped out (actually I flew) to Okinawa and two years of duty.

For six years we were bounced around the Far East and only when I got out of the Air Force did we come back to the continental USA for anything longer than a short visit. Our two kids were born in Japan.

For the first few years after we got out we lived in sunny southern California. We lived half-way between her parents and mine, five miles either way. I got a job with a bank and was doing pretty well. In the church I was active and worked mostly with kids.

In our second year back Marie had a miscarriage. She was four months into the pregnancy and in the middle of the night she woke up bleeding heavily. I called an ambulance and they took her to the hospital. I waited with our terrified kids until both grandmas arrived to take care of them, then I went to be with Marie.

The baby died before it could be delivered. Marie nearly died as well. To save her life they had to do a hysterectomy. I gave permission. When she came to a nurse told her she was doing well after her hysterectomy, not realizing what had really happened. She blamed me for allowing the doctors to do that to her and went into a deep depression. At a follow-up visit to the doctor I asked about sex. Before the doctor could answer my question Marie said, "Sex is for making babies. I can't make babies. I won't be having sex."

Her voice was without emotion or energy. Shortly after she said that she left the office to use the restroom. The doctor said he had seen that reaction before and that over a few months the women came back to be pretty much as they had been before.

He was wrong. A month later I stood beside her and turned to kiss her. She slapped me! Hard enough that a half an hour later our daughter asked me what happened to my face. 

I waited another week and asked, "So, are we married?" I stood ten feet away when I asked.

"No. Yes. We aren't married like our friends are married but we did get married in the church so there is no divorce. Our friends have sex. I know because they tell me they have sex. Leslie thinks I should have sex with you. So does Donna. I can't."

"A week ago I tried to kiss you and you damn near broke my jaw. Is kissing sex?"

"No! But I know you. If we kiss you'll want more. Then I'll want more and pretty soon we'll be in bed. I can't have a baby! All my life I've known that was my job on Earth. Now, I'm not even a woman."

"And you expect me to live out my life with no sex, no kissing, no affection?"

"Yes."

"It won't happen. I don't know if I'll leave you, or go behind your back. I don't know what I'll do but I'm not willing to live like that!"

"If you cheat you know what will happen. You will be excommunicated and you won't get into heaven."

"So what? This is already hell!"

"I'm not going to change my mind."

"Tell the kids I'll be back just before nine and I'll want to talk to them. We need to discuss summer vacations, jobs and the possibility of summer school."

"They'll be home in half an hour. You can tell them."

"I won't be here. I have an appointment."

"With who?"

"You no longer have the right to ask. My wife could ask and I'd tell her. You do your job and I'll do mine. It will look like we're married until it doesn't." I turned and walked out.

In my car I drove without a plan. I ended up at the church. I spoke to the head of our congregation and told him everything about our conversation. He listened. When I was done he said, "The church says stay and make the best of it. I think that's asking a lot. How do you live with a woman you can't touch? How do you live without being touched?"

"I don't have an answer."

"Let me talk with a couple people, without breaking your confidences and I'll get back to you. Give me a few days, Ok?"

"Sure. Take two weeks. It'll be worth it if you can help us."

Two weeks went by. My kids asked me what was wrong with Mom. They told me she no longer hugged them or touched them. When she said she loved them it sounded hollow. I told them she just needed some time. I didn't believe it and I didn't think they did either.

Exactly two weeks after we had met at the church he called me. I met him back at the church. He sat down with me and said, "The first person I spoke with knew it was your wife. She advised me to tell you that your sex life is over. I talked to four others and they told me to tell you, whoever you are, that they understood how painful this must be for you. They also said they couldn't stay."

I left his office in tears. He had helped and the result didn't actually help at all.

I slept in my car. The thought of climbing into bed with her was too painful. In the morning I drove to work and was half an hour early. I went through the motions and when it was five o'clock I left, with nowhere to go. 

By seven I was at the beach and I walked on the bike path until late. I drove home arriving just after midnight. I went in, went to the bathroom and skinned out of my clothes and took a good long shower. When I came out Marie was sitting on the hamper. 

In a voice just louder than a whisper I said, "Get out of the bathroom. My wife or my girl-friend can see me naked. You aren't either."

She burst into tears and left me alone. When I went into the master bedroom to get some clean clothes she was in bed. I got clean clothes and a blanket. I took my pillow from my side of the bed and carried it all into the living room. She followed.

"If you sleep out here the kids will wonder what's wrong." She said.

"They already wonder what's wrong. You have changed. You not only don't love me, you don't love them. At least they say you don't act like you love them. Go back to bed. Until I'm invited into your body I won't be in your bed."

She went into the bedroom and quietly closed the door. When I turned to make my bed on the couch my daughter Janice was crying and helping me make the bed. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. She was in panties and a big t-shirt. When the bed was made she tucked me in and kissed me good-night.

She went upstairs and if she was lucky she slept. I was up in time to make French toast for the kids for breakfast. Jake looked at me when he came into the kitchen and said, "Janice talked to me. I'm so sorry, Dad." We hugged.

Janice came down and asked if I wanted her to skip school for one day and be with me. I hugged her, thanked her and sent her to school. I needed to go to work. When the three of us left Marie was still in her bedroom.

When I got home that evening I found Janice sitting on the porch. She took me by the hand and led me upstairs. The room where we put all their toys and games and things was no longer full of kids things. It had all my clothes, my dresser and a rug. "Daddy, I blew up an air mattress for me and you can sleep in my room tonight. Jake and I will help you get a bed up here for you. What we're saying is, don't go. The three of us can be a family."

I held both of them and cried. They cried too. I said, "I won't leave you. We may have to leave this house, but I won't leave you."

That weekend we bought a bed and moved it upstairs. Marie cleaned the house, she did the laundry and went to church every Sunday. I stopped going. Jake kept going. His girl-friend went there. He said people asked about us and he said I was working on a special project. He wasn't lying. The special project was my life.

Winter turned to spring and all the activities that being a senior brings. Marie bought Janice a present for her birthday and graduation. It was pants and a sweater three sizes too small and a color that Janice has never liked. Ever.

Right after Janice graduated Jake went away for the summer. My Uncle Bart had offered him a summer job on his farm. Jake jumped at the chance to spend the summer in Montana and come back with some money.

Janice and I took him to the airport. His girl-friend Amy, went with us. I turned the rear-view mirror so they could have some privacy in the back seat. After five miles I turned on the radio. My son kisses loudly.

On the way home his girl-friend said, "People at church think you have both quit the church. You never attend any more."

"Have you asked Marie?"

"Mom did. She said that as far as she knew you were still a member. What kind of answer is that?"

"Did you ask Jake?"

"Yes. At first he said you were working on some special project. Now he acts like he didn't hear the question."

"What do you want to know?" Janice asked.

"Why don't you come to church?"

"Simple. Because of her belief in church my wife is no longer acting like my wife. It has been thirteen months since she miscarried a baby. She has not touched either of us since that day. She says it's because she was taught all her life that her job here on Earth was to have and raise children. Now that she can't she's no longer a woman, no longer a wife."

We stopped in front of her house. Her Dad was mowing the grass. He shut off the mower and came over. As he got close he saw that all three of us had tears. He opened the door and said, "Cheer up! He'll be back at the end of summer."

Amy slid over and got out. She put a hand on my shoulder and said, "I'm sorry."

We drove home.

Marie hadn't made any move to go with us. When we came home dinner was on the table. Dinner for Janice and I. Marie had started eating in the kitchen. She didn't set a place for Jake. She knew he was gone. We knew she didn't say anything to him before he left.

After dinner we watched a movie and then Janice and I walked for half an hour. She held my hand as we walked and most evenings we walked without talking. That evening she talked.

"I don't think Jake's coming back at the end of the summer."

"Why do you think that?"

"It hurts too much seeing Mom as a zombie. She's going through the motions of being alive, but she isn't. Jake and she were really close. If he can stay with Uncle Bart, he will. If Uncle Bart calls you to talk about it, let him stay."

"I can see him wanting to stay."

We kept walking and finally I added, "He can stay."

At home we went upstairs and to our separate rooms. I heard the shower run and waited until it stopped to go into my and Jake's bathroom for my shower. I scrubbed hard and used up the remaining hot water. Since I had moved upstairs I had always slept nude. Marie never liked it when we were married. She thought it was nasty.

I shut off the light and got into bed. I was asleep in a very short time, thinking about riding and working on Uncle Bart's place.

At some point in the night I rolled over and encountered someone in bed with me. When I woke up I thought, "Hot stuff! Marie has come to her senses!" But, when my hand felt her belly I knew it wasn't Marie. I felt no scars, no weak muscles, just the strong vibrant skin and muscles of youth.

"Janice?"

"Just hold me. Please, Don't talk."

I was right up behind her, my hand on her belly. She was shivering. 

"Are you cold?" I whispered.

"Shhhh." Her answer was to press back against me. My answer was to grow an erection to press against her butt. I was so turned on by the feel of her, the smell of her, and something I couldn't define that I was in danger of cumming all over her ass just from being so close.

She slowly turned. My hand was then on her back and I felt her breasts against my chest.

"Tonight, please hold me. Let me tell you what I feel. Please don't tell me I'm wrong. The rest of the world may be wrong, but not this."

I nodded. She kissed my lips. I didn't open my mouth. I was aware that I was in bed naked with my eighteen year old daughter and she had just kissed me. For all the years since she was ten and started developing I had held my distance. I touched and hugged her but I held back too. I danced with her at church dances, but not very close. I always got hard dancing with her and I believed having her feel my erection would be wrong.

In the midst of the next kiss her hands held my erection. Her tongue invaded my mouth and she softly moaned. I heard a noise that sounded like another moan, but not hers. It was mine. The kiss ended.

"I love you. I know the books say that all daughters fall in love with their Dads. I am willing to stop being your daughter. I am willing to move to anywhere and be your girl-friend for a while and then be your wife. I love you. I want you to love me. I want you to have my virginity and to be the only man who ever is inside me. I want you inside me tonight."

"What about..."

"All those arguments are for people who want to always follow rules they didn't make. I'm not one of them. For right now, I am a woman, you are a man. I know your body wants to love me. I know your heart already does."

She rolled me onto my back and straddled me. Her wetness rubbed my heat. She moaned and shifted her position until my cock entered her and slowly went to the depths of her.

"Oh yes! I hoped you would feel this way. I want to feel you like this often. Daddy, tell me you love me!"

"I love you, Janice."

She rocked and used her hands on my shoulders for balance. I reached and held her breasts. I felt her nipples hard against my palms. "Squeeze my tits! I want to still feel your hands in the morning."

I loved how her breasts felt in my hands. As she asked, I squeezed and squeezed hard. She moaned and thanked me.

I drew her body down to mine and kissed her. My hands pressed her back so that her breasts and belly pressed against me. My hips thrust up as she pressed down. I didn't last long enough and I was amazed how long I did last.

As I came she put her mouth next to my ear and said, "I feel you cumming inside me! I have wanted to feel that for years! Thank you."

I held her against me until I slipped out of her. She got up and went into my bathroom. She came back with a wash cloth and cleaned me up. She went back in the bathroom and did whatever she did to take care of the deposit I made.

The thought crossed my mind that she would go across the hall and sleep in her bed for the night. She came out of the bathroom and back into bed with me. We kissed and held each other until we fell asleep.

She was still there when my eyes opened in the morning. The sunlight streamed in through the curtains and I could see what a beautiful woman my daughter had become.

Her eyes opened and she said, "Good morning! I hoped you'd still be here when I woke up. That means it wasn't another dream. I love you."

"I love you too. Now what?"

"Now I have a suggestion. I suggest we go on vacation. I suggest you get a transfer and we move. Leave Mom the house and half your savings and get a divorce. Here's what I promise: I promise you can be inside me any time you want as long as you love me, take care of me and promise not to go a week between visits between my legs."

"Hmmm. I need to think about all that." I paused for about twenty seconds and asked, "Where do you want to go on vacation?"

"Someplace where I can scream when you are inside me. Somewhere I can go at least topless if I want to. Somewhere warm."

"First, let's go get breakfast. Get dressed and come back here."

She came back and I was still picking a shirt. I had on khaki pants. She picked a shirt and I put it on. We went downstairs and Marie was sitting on the couch. The TV wasn't on. She had the remote in her hand.

I picked up the phone and dialed her mother.

"Elaine, your daughter is spaced out. Janice and I won't be around to take care of her today. Jake is on his uncle's farm. And, so you know, I'm filing for divorce on Monday."

When I hung up Marie was looking at me and she said, "Why? I take good care of the house."

"Because I am in love with someone else." 

Janice and I went to breakfast. We went to the library and used their computer to research where to go on vacation. We decided a cruise in the Caribbean would be about perfect. I booked it for one week from that Sunday.

When we got home after dinner Elaine was sitting on the couch with Marie. She had been crying. She stood up and said, "I've never owned what I did until today. Look at Marie. I did that to her. I taught her who she was and what I believed God wanted her to do. I never thought about what would happen if she couldn't. I'm sorry Pete. I'm sorry Janice."

"She gets the house and twenty thousand. I get a divorce. You sell the house and move her in with you. I loved her, you know that. You apologize for what you did to her. What about what you've done to all of us? I guess you can think about that for the rest of both of your lives. Now, take her with you."

Janice and I went upstairs. I called Uncle Bart and we talked. He agreed to keep Jake and teach him everything. I told Jake we would visit later in the summer. Just before we hung up he asked to speak to Janice. Five seconds after she took the phone she yelled, "Yes!" and hung up.

From my bedroom window I watched Elaine put a suitcase and Marie in her car. They drove away and I felt a weight lift.

When I turned back to face the room Janice was sitting in the middle of my, our, bed.

"I think we need to talk."

"Talking is for the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, long walks, or while we sit on the deck of a cruise ship. Bedrooms are for making love and sleep. Where do you want us to be?"

She stood by the bed and pulled off her clothes. She stepped to me and started removing my clothes. "We can talk in the morning."

Consequences, Marie Ch. 02



 [ For this story to make any sense you need the background, IMHO. The story "Consequences, Marie" is the background. There is sex in this story. There is incest (father-daughter), exhibitionism, FFM, FF and group sex.. but they aren't the story. The relationships are the story. Your votes and comments are encouraged. Please vote and please comment. I honestly want to know what you think. ]



In the morning we (Janice and I) sat in the kitchen and ate breakfast as we talked. I called Elaine and told her that if it was Ok with her I'd put the house on the market and make sure she and Marie got a fair share of the money. She agreed. We had a friend in the church who did real estate. I called her and listed the house. She came over later in the day and we did the paperwork. She wanted to know why we were selling the house. I told her we were getting a divorce and that if she wanted details she should ask Marie. At that point she stopped asking questions.

Janice went shopping. She brought home a few sexy things for her to wear for my enjoyment.

That evening, we talked about where we might want to move. The bank I worked for was all over the nation and I knew I could transfer just about anywhere we wanted. Janice was so focused on being able to live openly as my wife that she didn't much care where we went. We decided we wouldn't take much of what was in the house. We'd hold a yard sale or two and get rid of most of it. Since the house was being sold anyway I figured Marie could take the bedroom set to her mother's and the rest could go.

We held the first yard sale the day before we flew to Tampa to board the cruise ship. We made a thousand dollars. I talked with Elaine and she agreed to come to the house while we were gone and take whatever Marie wanted or she wanted. When we got back we would be free to get rid of anything in the house. Sell it, give it away or throw it away. Elaine asked who was going on the cruise with me.

"I'm taking Janice and my new girl-friend. You don't know her."

"Oh. How long have you had a girl friend?"

"Not that it matters at this point, but our first date was last night."

"Does Janice know her?"

"Yes. They are becoming quite close."

The next morning we flew to Tampa Bay. We ate at a restaurant overlooking the water and boarded the ship at one in the afternoon. As we did the boarding process one of the clerks asked Janice if it was MS, Miss or Mrs. Peterson. Her passport had the right name for any one of the three to be so.

"Mrs. Janice Peterson." She answered. Then she looked over at me and winked. The clerk handed back her passport and other papers and said, "Have a wonderful vacation!"

Janice hooked her arm in mine and we walked aboard. I realized that she didn't have rings. If she was really my wife she would have rings. At one of our stops that would be need to be fixed.

Over the first hours of our cruise I discovered something that should have been obvious but took me by surprise. She knew me better than I knew myself. At dinner the first night she told the server what I wanted for dinner while I spoke with one of the other passengers. Then I turned and ordered the exact things that she had ordered for me. The others at the table laughed and complimented Mrs. Peterson on knowing me so well. When she found out there was a formal night she asked if there was a place on the ship where she could get a great dress. She went shopping for a dress. It was my favorite color and fit her perfectly. I wondered why this beautiful young woman wanted to be with me. I started to wonder how she knew me so well and realized, she had been studying me her whole life.

On the second day out she explored the ship and found me after a show where I learned how to cook jerk chicken and island rice. She had us change into bathing suits and led me to the top-most deck where we discovered fifty or so women sunning topless. We also discovered forty or so men watching the fifty or so women. We ordered diet Cokes and she took off the bikini top and handed it to me. Then she handed me the sunscreen.  She grinned and said, "If you don't protect them, they'll burn and then you can't play with them for the rest of the trip."

I squirted a big gob of lotion in my hand, rubbed my hands together and moved around behind her.

"Lift your arms, Sweetheart."

She did and I reached around her, cupped her breasts and massaged the lotion all over her wonderful breasts. I squirted more lotion on my hands and massaged it all over her body, legs and back. When I finished I stood up and noticed a man with a video camera.

I walked to him and said, "I would love to have a copy of the video you just shot. How can we make that happen?"

"I think I can do it in my cabin. I'm in C318. Come down in about an hour and I'll have it for you. You, Sir, are the luckiest man on this ship!"

"Don't I know it! By the way, We're in C418. Thanks. The video will be a great keepsake from the trip."

I went back to Janice. "He filmed you rubbing lotion all over me, didn't he?"

"Yes!"

"I wonder if it shows when I came from you touching me?"

"God! I felt you shudder! It felt that good?"

"Having people watch you holding my tits and massaging them, running your hands down my belly and bumping into the tiny bottoms I have on was sooo sexy. I loved how it felt. I loved knowing you were hard, for me."

After an hour in the sun I gave her back her top and helped her put it on. We went down to C318 and the man invited us in. He handed me a DVD in a jewel case. It was labeled with the date and name of the cruise ship. His wife was sitting on their bed when we entered the room.

She was topless. Her breasts were larger than Janice's and completely tanned. Her bikini bottom was nearly invisible. A string with a tiny triangle that was transparent. She was fully shaved.

"Young woman, I've seen lots of sexy women since I married this horney old man but watching him (she pointed at me) rub lotion on you was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in public! You came while he rubbed your tits, didn't you?"

Janice blushed and said, "I did. It felt so sexy. People were watching!"

"Let's sit together at dinner. We want to get to know you better. We own a resort and you have won a week long stay at our resort in Florida."

"Ok. We're scheduled to eat at eight." I gave them our table number and Jack called the purser or someone and had us shifted to a smaller table for four. They promised to bring brochures and pictures from their resort.

In our cabin I slipped the DVD into the player and Janice stripped out of her suit. I sat on the bed and she sat in front of me, between my legs. I used body lotion and followed the action on the screen. She moaned when my hands cupped her breasts and we watched me cupping her breasts in the sunshine. Jack had panned the crowd and saw all the people watching us. He zoomed in on my fingers pinching and pulling gently on Janice's nipples. I did it again as we watched.

On screen my hands left her breasts and slathered lotion down her body until I bumped into her suit. On the bed there was no suit. My lotion covered fingers and hand kept going and covered her lips with slippery lotion and my finger dipped into her crease. Janice's back arched and she said, "I'm going to cum, Daddy."

"Cum on my hand Mrs. Peterson!" I pinched her clit and she screamed! Her body shook and her back arched harder. Her legs clamped around my hand. We held that position for a long time. 

When she was able, Janice moved. Off the bed and onto her knees. Her hands grabbed my suit and pulled. I lifted a little and my suit was thrown across the room. Her mouth opened and she took my cock in her mouth. 

Seeing Janice with my cock in her mouth and her tear-filled eyes looking at me was too much! She sucked and I came! She didn't hesitate. She sucked harder and swallowed everything I gave her. 

When her mouth finally released my cock she smiled and said, "The girls at school are wrong. I loved how that felt and tasted. I did that to you. They said it was gross and tasted terrible."

"I'm told that the taste changes depending on what a man eats. Maybe cheeseburgers and French fries don't make good tasting cum."

"You shouldn't ever have cheeseburgers and French fries, if that's true."

"There's a conversation we haven't had. Birth control."

"I thought you knew. Mom had the doctor put me on birth control pills three years ago, to regulate my periods. I won't get pregnant. I've read up on babies born to father-daughter couples and while the incidence of problems isn't huge, I don't feel comfortable taking the risk. The family name will go on. Jake will take care of that."

"I thought I remembered something about Marie getting you on birth control but I wanted to be sure."

"I'm sure we have time for you to fill my pussy before dinner. Please."

She opened the sliding glass doors out onto our balcony and put herself on her back on the small table out there. I followed her and slipped into her, holding her hips and watching the water slide by as we joined. Our motion moved her breasts in a slow motion. Her head was thrown back and she lifted it, looking into my face and she said, "I love you. I love how you feel. I'm only sorry we had to wait so long to be together."

"I'm glad we're together. I am happier that I can remember being."

It wasn't long before I filled her. She got off the table and squatted over the small drain in the middle of our balcony. I got down and watched as our combined juices slowly dripped from her beautiful pussy and fell into the drain. 

After the first gob fell I got under her and caught the next drop with my mouth. We both got up and kissed.

"You are the sexiest man I've ever known."

"Lie on your back on the bed, please."

She did. I opened her legs wide and lowered my face to her pussy.

"Are you going to lick my pussy?"

"Yes. Lick it, kiss it, suck on your lips, push my tongue inside it. Just lay back and enjoy."

I did just what I promised, and more… and less. I teased her to the brink of orgasm, then back off. I teased her back to the edge and backed off again. The third time she got so close she was quivering all over and she was no longer able to make words, just sounds.

When I stopped she grabbed my face and thrust her hips against my face pushing herself over the edge and into a huge body-shaking orgasm. When she let go I immediately moved up and kissed her. My face was covered in her nectar and I tasted like her. She gave me a passion filled kiss and when she came up for air I moved down and sucked hard on a nipple.

Her back arched, she made a low, deep noise that was not quite a moan or a growl but was a combination of both.

We both collapsed and lay panting beside each other on the bed. I can't be positive but I think I dozed. The sun was getting low on the ocean when I got up.

"Daddy, should I shower so I don't smell like sex or dress so you can smell us all during dinner?"

"Shower. Shave all the hair from your puss. Rinse inside so you don't drip all during dinner. Ok?"

She nodded and went into the tiny bathroom and even tinier shower. When she came back into the cabin she had a razor in her hand and the little bit of hair she had was covered in shaving gel.

I shaved her until there were no hairs anywhere near her puss. I rubbed lotion onto the freshly shaved skin and Janice said, "I will keep it smooth for you. I just wanted to watch you take care of me, this time. Thank you."

She got up and put on thigh high stockings, her shoes and pulled on a dress. A low cut, short dress. It was white and shimmered as she moved.

"No underwear?"

"No. I dress for you. Momma dressed to hide herself. I want you to see me. I want others to see me and for you to know I belong to you. If we go dancing, I only dance with you. I want to walk down the hallway with you holding my hand or with your hand on my ass. When we eat dinner I want your hand on my leg while we eat. Reach up and touch my pussy. Feel how smooth it is and that it and I are just for you."

The tops of her stockings were peeking beneath the hem of her dress. Only her magic kept her from exposing her ass and pussy as she walked. We had some time before dinner so we walked outside on the promenade deck. I held her hand half-way round the deck. I moved my hand to her ass for the second half of the trip.

When we went inside we passed a restroom and Janice said, "I need to go in for a moment. My juices are flowing down my legs." 

I stopped her and said, "Before you go, may I have a taste?"

"Right here?"

I nodded and slid my right hand up under her dress. When I touched her slit she moaned and I gathered a taste and brought it to my lips. She watched as I sucked on my fingers. Then she said, "Oh God!" turned and dashed inside the ladies room.

I waited for her. When she came out she grabbed my arm and said, "That was incredible! I came watching you suck your own fingers. The tops of my stockings are wet. I'm going to sit on a napkin or when I leave the chair will be soaked."

"Ready for dinner?"

"I think I need the fuel."

We walked into the big dining room and a server led us to our new table. Jack and his wife were already there. He was wearing khaki pants and a safari shirt. She wore a silver, mostly transparent, dress and a tiny black g-string. Her breasts were covered but not hidden. They sat as we did.

"Janice, that dress is so sexy. God to have a body like that again. Good thing my man likes what I've got."

"I think my man likes what I've got too." Janice said. I guessed she had never been around adults talking like that before. The people of our church didn't talk like that. I wasn't sure they thought like that.

I leaned over to Janice's ear and whispered, "If she asks, you're twenty-two."

"I don't know if I introduced myself before. I'm Kelly and this is Jack."

"Janice and Pete." I said, using a nickname I had since high school.

"Have you been married long?"

I answered, "A year."

"An anniversary trip?"

Janice nodded.

"Honey, don't take offence but you look so young I would guess you haven't finished high school. Your body looks like it finished college but you have such a young face."

"It sometimes is a problem."

"Getting carded at every club you go into. Buying goodies at a liquor store." Jack added.

"We don't drink."

"Nothing?"

"Diet Coke, juices, water, but no alcohol."

Janice added, "I tried it a few times but never developed a taste for it. And, every guy who sees me with a drink in my hand thinks it's an invitation to grope my ass!"

Kelly nodded her head. "If I had a hundred dollars for every strange man who groped my ass I'd be a rich woman!"

Jack looked at her and said, "You are a rich woman."

She raised her water glass and toasted, "To all the men who have groped my ass." We all drank a bit of our water.

"So, tell us about your resort."

"It's called "S.D. Paradise." The S.D. stands for Skinny Dippers. It's a clothing optional resort on the west coast of Florida. We have half a mile of beautiful beach, two swimming pools and two hot tubs. Our clubhouse is big enough for dinner dances and we've had as many as three hundred people at one of our parties. We allow RV's, tents and have twenty cabins for rent." Kelly sounded like an ad on the radio.

Jack added, "We have a bike and hiking trail, two tennis courts, poles for six volleyball courts on the sand, a snack bar and a store."

Janice said, "And people are all naked?"

"If they want to be." Kelly answered. "Sometimes women wear bottoms if they don't want a string to show. Sometimes someone will wear a cover-up if they've had enough sun, or the weather gets cool. Mostly, we wear sandals."

Janice turned to face me and said, "Gee, if we went there you'd need to put sun screen on me five times a day!"

"It's a tough job but someone's got to do it." I said, smiling.

"There will never be a shortage of willing hands for that job." Jack added.

We looked at the pictures and the full-color brochure for the Skinny Dippers Paradise. We didn't pick a date when we would visit but delayed that by letting them know we were going to be moving soon and would want to get settled in our new home before we took any more trips.

By the time dinner was over it was almost ten. We wandered and found three of the clubs where dancing was happening. Each had different music catering to different aged dancers. We danced once and Janice stopped it after about twenty seconds. It was a slow song and when she raised her arms to put them around my neck her dress pulled up high enough that her ass was exposed. I know that because when I cupped it I got skin.

"If we're going to dance slow we need to be in our cabin, I think." She said as she backed off and lowered her arms.

We walked around on the promenade deck seeing the moonlight on the water, feeling the wind and feeling free. I didn't say anything for a long time. I held Janice's hand as we walked. At the most forward part of the ship I stopped us and embraced her. She lifted her face to mine and said, "I'm so happy. Thank you."

Our kisses were soft, gentle and lasted long enough that three other couples had joined us by the railing. When we opened our eyes we saw them and Janice giggled a little. I leaned down for another kiss and she softly said, "Love is contagious."

We were back in our cabin before midnight and snuggled into bed. The drapes were open and we could see some stars in the night sky. I thought about closing the drapes so the sunrise wouldn't blast us awake but it looked as though we were going to be on the shade side of the ship in the morning so I left the drapes open.

Janice pressed her back against my front in bed and my arm went over her body and she held my hand to her breast,

"I have a problem." She said.

"And?"

"And, I want you to help me."

"Ok. What is the problem?"

"I don't know what to call you. For eighteen years you've been Daddy or Dad. I know your name is Nick, but I'm having trouble saying it. I used your nickname, Pete, during dinner and it felt disrespectful."

"You don't need to use my name, Dad or Daddy. Pick another name. Call me Honey. It doesn't matter to me what you call me, just that you love me."

"I've loved you my entire life."

"I started loving you months before you were born."

As women do sometimes the shift in topics was sudden. "Do you think Mom will ever be Ok?"

"Maybe, if she would get help. Grandma's family and lots of people in the church have an aversion to psychologists and shrinks so she may never be willing to get any help. Without help, no, I don't believe she'll ever get better."

"You still love her, don't you?"

"Of course. The lesson is that love isn't enough. I started loving her when I was in the Air Force and we shared our lives. Lots of shared life in our years together and those memories will last. I love her. I love you. I love Jake too."

"Do you love me because I'm your daughter… or?"

"Or, do I love you as my wife?"

She nodded. I tightened my arm around her, drawing her against me a little tighter.

"Sweetheart, I love both of you. I love all the shared memories of you growing up and I love the women who has come to me just when I needed her. I love that little girl and I love the woman she has become."

"When we move, are you going back to church?"

"No. When we get back I'm filing for divorce and writing a letter asking to be excommunicated from the church. According to their rules the only way to really get a divorce is if either Marie or I leave the church."

"I'm sad that Mom feels the way she does. I hate that something had to go bad between you for me to have you."

"I am too. Watching Marie disintegrate after the miscarriage hurt a lot. I felt like there should be something I could do to have my wife back. There was nothing. She would need to be willing before anything would help."




Consequences, Marie Ch. 02



"I heard you crying a few times. It broke my heart to see you hurting like that."

I needed to change the subject. "What does Jake know?"

"He knows I love you. He knows I gave you my virginity. He knows I'm glad I did."

"When we go to visit uncle Bart there may be problems."

"I don't think so. Uncle Bart is a good man and aunt Helen will help him understand. With Jake there they will have months to get used to the idea that we're Ok with how things are." Janice sounded older than her eighteen years.

"I hope you're right. We may be staying in town rather than on the ranch. And, we might not be invited back."

"That might happen and if it does, I can live with it. I want to live our lives not live in someone else's rules."

We fell asleep and during the early morning the ship altered course and the sun burst into our room and when I opened my eyes it was so bright I moaned and said, "Don't open your eyes."

Janice opened her eyes and squealed. "It's too bright!"

I laughed and said, "I told you not to open your eyes!"

"But, I had to see why." We both laughed. 

"Shall we pull the drapes or get up?"

"Get up! I'm hungry."

"Call for room service. They'll bring breakfast to our cabin and we can eat out on the balcony."

"How much does that cost?"

"Nothing. It's included." She rolled away from me, picked up the phone and called for room service. They told her it would be half an hour for delivery. She thanked them and hung up the phone.

She rolled back to me and faced me. "Could I get you to lick me while we wait for breakfast?"

"Lick you? On your nose? Your elbow?"

"No! Silly. Start with these (she held her breasts for me) and then lick my wet pussy… please."

I moved down and took a nipple into my mouth and sucked. My tongue played with the bud of her nipple. My mind reminded me that the old saying, "like mother, like daughter" wasn't true. Marie had areola the size of silver dollars and nipples that barely stuck out at all. Her daughter, Janice, had areola just about the size of a quarter and nipples as big around as a blueberry, but longer. Marie's breasts were not very sensitive. If I looked hard at Janice her nipples hardened and when I sucked she moaned. Mother and daughter were very different. Thank you, God.

I was getting ready to move down to her pussy when I heard a knock at the cabin door. Service was quick. I pulled on my chinos and opened the cabin door. The cabin steward wheeled our breakfast in and bid us a good morning as he left. I started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Janice asked.

"You pulled the sheet up to cover your tits!"

"Yeah?"

"And when you did you bared your legs and pussy!"

She looked down and realized she had shown our cabin steward her treasure. Her bare treasure.

"I'm so embarrassed!" She sat still for a minute and then said, "Well, that makes four."

"Four what?"

"Four men who have ever seen my pussy.

"Four?"

"You, Dr. Williams, Jake and now him."

"Jake?"

"Daddy! We bathed together from the time we were babies! He's seen me naked lots of times."

I thought about that. It was true we had them bathe together as babies and toddlers and I just assumed they stopped doing it as they got older. I wondered.

"Janice, when was the last time your brother saw you naked?"

"The night before he left for uncle Bart's. We showered together."

"Really? I had no idea."

"We didn't flaunt it. Even before Mom freaked out she would have freaked if she had known. Mom is very modest."

"Yeah. I remember."

"Jake and I showered together often. He washed me and I washed him. Whatever girl he gets will love having her hair washed by those big strong hands. I know I do."

"Maybe I should have him give me a lesson?"

"I don't know. You haven't washed my hair since I was ten."

"I used to do it at the kitchen sink." The memory flooded in. I stopped when I saw her breasts budding through the t-shirt that got wet. I also remembered when she was fourteen and we were at the beach and a wave knocked her bathing suit top off.

"What are you remembering?"

"When you were fourteen and we were at the beach…"

"And I lost the top of my bathing suit?"

"Yes."

"I didn't lose it! I took it off! I wanted you to see me. I wanted to see if you would get hard."

"I did."

"I know."

"You did that on purpose?"

"Yup! I told Jake I was going to do it and he distracted Mom so she didn't see it happen."

"Wow! I never even wondered if it was an accident or on purpose."

"I've been showing you my body forever. Now, let's eat."

We sat at the table on our balcony and ate breakfast. 

I asked, "There were other times?"

"You used to come in my room to say good night before you went to work. I'd be sitting on my bed reading and you'd sit with me for a couple minutes and talk."

"Yeah. I remember."

"I knew you would see my pussy if I didn't wear panties and wore a pair of Jakes shorts. When I heard you coming up the stairs I would rub myself to get my lips swollen before you opened my door."

I remembered seeing her sitting there on the bed with her legs crossed and the leg of the shorts open. I remembered the fragrance of her and how I couldn't bring myself to say anything to her or Marie about the exposure. She knew! She did it on purpose!

We finished breakfast and she asked, "Would you like some dessert?"

"What do you have in mind?"

Her fingers dipped into her puss and she brought them to my waiting mouth. My tongue licked her nectar from her fingers and I sucked them into my mouth and slid them in and out as I continued to suck and tongue them.

"Oh God, I can feel than right down into my pussy! Please, be inside me Daddy!"

She dragged me to the bed and got her wish. Mine too. When I was close to cumming I asked, "Where do you want it?"

"I've already got it."

"Do you want my stuff in your pussy or your mouth?" I continued to stroke in and out, deep and slow.

"In my mouth. I like the taste and it won't drip out of me for an hour that way."

I straddled her chest and she sucked a million or so little swimmers to their deaths. The bathroom in our cabin was too small to shower together so Janice showered first and by the time I was out and dry she was dressed. She wore a bikini with a gauzy shirt over it. Sandals completed the outfit. She had put cargo pocket shorts and a pull over shirt on the bed for me to put on.

"If you wear those shorts I don't need a purse." She smiled as she explained. I wore the shorts. I carried our ID's, our passes to get back on the ship and our passports. Janice handed me a hundred dollars in cash and my Visa card, from my wallet. We were ready.

We wandered around the island town and saw the thousands of things they wanted to sell us. An open taxi took us to a waterfall and we found Jack and Kelly there. Kelly stripped out of her clothes and waded out into the water so Jack could get some pictures of her with the waterfall.

Janice stood beside Jack and said, "If you give me the camera Nick will hold your clothes and you can be in the pictures with your beautiful woman."

He handed her the camera and handed me his clothes. He laughed and so did Kelly when he waded into the water. As they hugged Janice snapped some pictures. Jack stood behind his wife and held her hips in his hands. Click. He moved his hands up and cupped her double D breasts. Click. She turned and kissed him. Click. She dropped to her knees in the water and swallowed his cock. Click.

"I'm so turned on." Janice said from behind the camera.

"Me too. I've never seen people do that before."

They kept the action going until Jack bellowed and Kelly stood back up. They walked back to us. There were dribbles of cum on Kelly's face and tits.

"Take the picture, please. That's the best he's cum in years." Janice pointed the camera at her and… Click.

Jack took back his camera and looked at me. "You two want pictures in the water?"

Janice started undressing. I guessed that was a yes to Jack's question. I undressed and hand-in-hand we waded into the pool of cool water. Click. Jack gave directions so we were in the right spot to include the waterfall in the pictures.

In a whisper Janice said, "Daddy, suck my tits. If you do I know I'll cum."

I dropped to my knees in the water and she leaned forward, aiming her breast into my mouth. Click.  My tongue played with her erect nipple and I sucked just hard enough for her to moan. I switched to the other breast. Click. She shuddered and grabbed my head.

"Right now!" She said. He knees weakened, her grip on my head tightened and her body shook.

I heard Kelly, "She cumming! Jack get the picture." Click.

When Janice had calmed a little I stood up. She looked down and giggled.

"What happened to your dick? It's almost gone."

"Cold water does that."

"Didn't do it to Jack."

"His was inside a warm mouth not a cold pool of water."

Janice dropped and sucked my entire dick into her mouth. Click. Very quickly the sight and feel of what she was doing worked and I was erect. She pulled back until her lips were just kissing the tip of my cock. Click. She plunged my cock in and out of her mouth quickly and repeatedly. I couldn't hold back any longer and gave her everything I could give her. She held all of it in her mouth, stood up and walked to Jack. He aimed the camera at her face and chest. She slowly opened her mouth and let my cum slowly drip out, down her chin and onto her tits. Click. Click. Click.

Kelly was on her knees in front of Jack, swallowing his cock as he took pictures of Janice. She turned and saw the cum slowly creeping down towards Janice's nipples and she released Jack and moved to Janice.

"I'll give you a thousand dollars if I can lick the cum off your body."

Janice turned to me and asked, "Can she have your cum…?" She almost added, "Daddy," But didn't. I was about to answer yes when Kelly leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the biggest gob of my cum on Janice's right breast, just above the nipple. Click. In minutes she licked, sucked and kissed every bit of the cum off Janice. They both came in the process. Click. Click. Click.

We shared a taxi for the ride back to the ship and were there half an hour before it sailed. At dinner Jack gave me another CD with pictures. As I put it in my pocket I started thinking. Really thinking.

The three of them kept up a banter for most of the meal until Janice leaned to me and said, "Honey, you left us. Are you Ok?"

"I've just been thinking and remembering. I'm sorry I'm not very good company tonight. If it's Ok I think I'll go back to our cabin and lie down." I kissed Janice's cheek and left. In our cabin I walked out to the balcony and sat. The moon light glistened on the water, the sky was black and I was worried.

‘You've been fucking your own daughter! In your pocket you have pictures of her naked chest and it's covered with your cum! What the hell have you been thinking? This is just wrong! Not just in the church. Everywhere!  You're forty-one! You can't marry her. She cannot be your wife! Ever! What are you going to do now?' 

The questions bounced around in my head, over and over with no answers. I heard a phrase my co-workers at the bank used sometimes, "I'm royally fucked!" I heard that phrase in my head often as I thought.

The cabin door opened and Janice stood in the doorway. I turned and looked. God, what a vision! Janice stood there in three inch heels, thigh high stockings with a hint of the band at the top of the stockings showing, the dress molded to her delicious body and the light making her hair shine like a halo. I felt my dick begin to swell.

"Can I come in?" She asked. It was the voice of my little girl, not the woman standing in the doorway.

I stood up and went to her. I took her hand and brought her into the cabin and I closed the door. One small light was all the light besides the moon.

"Daddy, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Everything." I looked at her and knew I couldn't have this discussion with her dressed like she was. "Janice, did you bring any sweats or pajama bottoms?"

"Yes. Do you want me to put them on?"

I nodded and went back out on the balcony. She changed and I heard her ask, "Do I wear a top?"

I nodded. When she joined me on the balcony she had on one of my t-shirts and a pair of flannel pajama bottoms. She sat near me and said, "Better?"

Looking at her was impossible. I knew if I looked at her I would melt. My heart was breaking and everything in me hurt.

"I think I made a huge mistake." Not the best opening line but my heart spoke it, not my brain. Or, maybe it was the other way round.

"No! Daddy, what are you talking about?" She leaned to me and put her small hand on my leg.

"You're eighteen. I'm forty one! I'm old enough…"

"To be my Dad. What happened? When we got on board this ship I was your daughter and your wife. Why am I now no longer your wife?"

"I've got a picture in my pocket of you, naked, with my cum all over your chest and dripping from your chin! That's wrong!"

"Is it?"

"It isn't just the church that says so. Society says so! I can't marry you. They have laws. I've been inside your body more times than I can count. I think that's against the law, too."

"I understand. Now, are you willing to listen to me?"

I looked into her face and knew I couldn't say no. I didn't want to say no. I nodded.

"I've been planning and thinking about how to be your wife since I was twelve. You've been thinking about it hard for a few hours. Listen…"

She outlined how we could do it. I sat stunned at how she had it all worked out. It sounded like it might work. She addressed the rules of society and the church as well. Her arguments made sense. Maybe because she had thought them through and maybe because I wanted them to make sense.

"I'll need to sit with this for a while."

"Ok. Go ahead. I want a promise from you."

"It is?"

"You won't leave this cabin until we have talked again, in the morning."

"Ok. I promise."

She stood and went back inside. I sat looking out at the water. When I finally noticed the sky getting lighter I went inside and closed the drapes. Janice was in bed. My t-shirt and the pajama bottoms were in a chair. I sat in the other chair and watched her sleep.

When I woke up it was because Janice was crawling into my lap. She had dressed again and the flannel felt good. She felt even better. She wrapped her arms around my neck and tilted my head against hers.

"Go back to sleep, My Honey." She whispered. I did.

When I woke the next time our cabin was still pretty dark. Janice was still in my lap and I needed to pee!

"Sweetie, I need to use the bathroom."

She smiled at me, kissed me and got off my lap. I rushed into the tiny bathroom and made it to the toilet. When I was done I came back into the cabin.  Janice stood in the middle of the room and said, "Wouldn't we be more comfortable in the bed?"

I undressed down to my boxers and climbed into the bed. I held the covers open for her.

"Dressed or undressed?"

"Dressed." She came into the bed and we spooned. It took a while but since I didn't go back to sleep I thought about her plan. I couldn't find a flaw in it.

She stayed awake, snuggled against me. About the time I decided we were Ok she turned to me and softly said, "I love you. You haven't been married to me very long but my heart has been married to you for many years already. Hang on to me. You've been here for me all my life, now I'm here for you."

I closed my eyes and surrendered. I didn't give up. I allowed what was so to just be what was so. I opened my eyes and said, "All your life I have called you Janice. Your mother gave you that name. I would like to suggest we change it. Is there a name you'd like to be?"

"When I was born Mom wanted Janice. What name did you want?"

"On the day you were born I was angry. The doctor had told us you would be a boy. I never thought of a girl's name. You were going to be Jon."

"Could you love me if my name was Melissa? Or how about Megan?"

"I could love you if your name was Frank! Either of those names would be fine."

"Then as soon as we can I want to change to Megan."

"You said last night I should change my name too."

"Everyone at your work calls you Pete."

"I'd answer to that."

"Hungry?"

"You calling room service again?"

"I'd like to."

"Ok. But don't get out of bed, please."

She rolled towards the phone which had her roll over me, partially. She grabbed the phone and placed our order. The man said half an hour. She thanked him and hung up.

"Pete, what can we do for half an hour?"

"Last night I might have considered jumping."

"I'm glad you didn't. Becoming an eighteen year old widow isn't my idea of a good vacation."

"You're twenty-two." She left that alone and just snuggled quietly.

"What is our next stop?"

I told her and she jumped from the bed. She opened her suitcase and got some papers. She came back to bed and shared what she knew. In our next port she would make a phone call. A friend of hers from school had an uncle that lived where we would be. He had connections on the island and could get us what we needed while we were there. Janice would officially unofficially be Megan Peterson, twenty-two years old born on the island. We would have official looking documents but the island government would not.

I asked if he could do the same for me and she said she would ask when we called.

"Can I ask a question? A personal question."

Yes. Sweetheart, the answer will almost always be yes to that question. It has almost always been yes to that and any other question you've asked."

"How soon can I be naked again?"

"Aren't you comfortable just as you are?"

"No. When you have your body against mine and I can feel us skin to skin, then I feel good. Sometime Jake and I would sleep together, just because it felt so good to be skin to skin and so close to someone we love."

"How did the two of you keep from having sex?"

"I was waiting for you. He needed release almost every time we slept together so I got good at blowing him and using my hands."

"If Marie had caught you…"

"Jake and I would already be dead and buried! Mom would have killed us!"

"Not to totally change the subject, but are you really Ok with not being a Mom?"

"Yes! I've thought about it a lot and it just isn't for me. Some of my friends have their hormones in a knot every time they get near a baby. I don't. I never have had the urge to be a teacher or a camp counselor. Maybe that makes me different but it isn't the only thing that makes me different."

"Oh? What else makes you different?"

"I have this empty place in my body and it craves being filled by you. I hate pajamas. I hate bras. I love the taste of your cum."

"I had the feeling Kelly liked it too."

"Oh, Daddy! That was so sexy! When I looked at you twenty feet away and felt her mouth on my nipple, I lost it! There was juice running down the insides of both my legs!"

"It looked like you both loved it."

"I worried you would be jealous."

"So did I. Somewhere in my head I just knew Kelly didn't want to take you away from me."

"Neither does Jack." We both laughed. "Like Kelly would ever let him touch me!"

"He'd die first."

Breakfast arrived and Janice made sure the cabin steward didn't get a flash.

After breakfast we looked at the events on board and decided to attend a lecture on the nature we would see in the jungle and water of our next port. After the lecture we were about to sign up for snorkeling in the afternoon while we were in port when I said, "What if our papers aren't ready before time for snorkeling?"

Janice asked the woman at the excursions desk if there would be good snorkeling at the next port. She answered that she liked the next place better than the one everyone was signing up for. We signed up for that one.




Consequences, Marie Ch. 02



We didn't see Jack or Kelly all that day. At eight that evening when we walked into the dining room they were waiting for us. We greeted each other with hugs and handshakes. Kelly seemed to enjoy pressing her chest against me. We looked over the menu choices and placed our orders. When the server left with our orders Jack leaned forward and said, "We've talked it over and want to know if we can have a serious conversation with you both."

"How serious?" Janice asked.

"Very." Kelly answered.

"Ok. You can talk." I said.

"Let me ask a couple questions first, if that's Ok. Nick, how long have you been with the bank?"

"Sixteen years. Why?"

"Got anything saved for retirement?"

"Yes. I'm not ready to retire but we'll be Ok."

"Do you love your job?" Kelly asked. Peripherally I saw Janice shake her head.

"It pays the bills."

Jack moved even closer. "The interview is over. You pass. We want to tell you a story and then make you an offer. Ok?"

"I guess so." I wasn't sure where this was going.

"I've got gobs of money. We've got gobs of money. When Kelly's parents died they left us a chunk. I worked hard and made a bigger chunk. When we saw the resort for sale we thought it would be fun and we bought it. I was sixty-two. That was seven years ago."

Kelly took over the story. "Right now we have two people running the resort for us. One is a drunk and the other is a thief."

"I think she is also using the resort as her personal place of business." Jack said.

"He thinks Mona is hooking. Anyway, we know you two are in transition and we want to offer you jobs and more." She paused.

"Keep talking." I said.

They both smiled. Kelly spoke, "We want to fire Mona and Christian. Teach you two the business and let you run the place for two years."

"Two years?" Janice asked.

"Yes. At the end of two years you give us ten thousand dollars and the resort is yours."

"Ten thousand? It must be a dump!" Janice blurted. Then she slapped her hand over her mouth.

"We paid a million for the place and have put a hundred thousand into improvements. It wasn't a dump and it's better now. We like the two of you. We get good energy from you. If you last the two years it's because it was meant to be. You'll pay us the money just so you can say you bought the place."

"Keep talking," Janice said. Our dinners had come and been partially eaten.

"There is a house attached to the office. Three bedrooms, two baths. You get the house to live in. Your operational budget is twenty-two thousand a month. After expenses that will leave the two of you about eleven thousand a month to live on. Full health benefits. No rent. No utilities. No phone bill. At the end of the year if the resort does well you'll get a bonus."

"You are serious?"

"Yes, Pete, we're serious. We don't want to work any more. You two are young, beautiful and we both noticed both of you have calluses on your hands. That tells us you know how to work."

Before dessert was eaten we had agreed to come to the resort directly from the cruise, and give our answer there. Jack said he would have their lawyer draw up an agreement for us to look over. 

When we stood to leave the dining room Kelly pulled an envelope from her purse and handed it to Janice. "Don't open it here. Wait until you're in your cabin."

Janice thanked her and slid the envelope into my pocket. We attended the entertainment and halfway through Janice leaned close to me and said, "I want to go somewhere else."

"Panama?"

"No. Out on deck or back to our cabin."

We left the show and went up to the deck where we had first met Jack. No one was there. I sat on a chaise lounge and Janice joined me. We sat quietly for minutes and then Janice shared her thinking.

"If we do this, it could be a really good thing."

"How so?"

"What are the odds that a member of our conservative church is ever going to walk into the office? With new names and living in a new state we will essentially be on another planet! I can be your wife!"

"If the resort is in good shape and we can do the job. Those are big if's."

"We would be doing all the work. Will I be your partner or your employee?"

"The way they put it, we are being offered this as partners."

"You've always been in charge."

"Not any more! As my wife you're my partner. In business, you're my partner.

"I'm excited and… I'm scared too."

"Good! So am I. For years I sheltered you and Jake from worries about money, the future, all kinds of things I considered adult things. You're now an adult. No more shelter. We need to sit together and really talk about money, about our future together and the rules for our marriage."

"Rules?"

"Ok. Maybe rules isn't a good choice of wording. Agreements. Every marriage has them. Some aren't ever talked about and the two people never know what they other person thinks the agreements are. Lots of those people get divorced."

"What kind of agreements?"

"You have a credit card with your name and mine on it. We haven't talked about how to use it. If we don't, you could easily spend us into massive debt. Or you could hold back from getting what you need because you aren't sure how much we can safely spend. We need an agreement about who buys what, when and how much. We need an agreement about who does what in our home. Is it Ok for me to expect you to do all the dishes? The laundry?"

"Mom did the laundry. I just assumed I would be expected to do it."

"Mom didn't work outside the home. We had an agreement. I earned the money and she handled family logistics."

"We're going to need a different agreement if we're both working."

"Right. So let's assume we like the resort and we want to accept the offer. Maybe we need to sit down with paper and pens and make a business plan for our marriage."

"Not maybe. We need to and I want to. I'll go to the shops here on board and see if I can get paper for us."

"It's almost midnight. Let's go to bed and we can find paper in port tomorrow while we look for your friend's uncle."

She kissed me and started something. She squeezed something of mine and said, "I know where you can put that to keep it safe and warm."

"Should we go back to our cabin first?"

"Hmmmm. Maybe not." She unzipped my slacks and fished my hardening cock out into the night air. Her mouth covered it and she made slurping noises as she got me rock hard. She stood up and pulled her dress up over her hips, exposing her bare pussy and ass to the night. Then she straddled the chaise lounge and me and lowered herself onto me.

Once completely down on my lap she held my face in her hands and said, "I love you. I love how you feel inside me and I love how you are treating me like a woman."

Then she began moving so we were both being stimulated. A minute later I realized that all her juices and mine would end up on the front of my slacks for the walk back to our cabin.

"Janice, we need to stop for a minute." I told her why and she hopped off my lap. While I worked my slacks and boxers down to my knees she found a stack of towels and brought one back to the chaise lounge. Then she resumed the position and rode me.

She was facing the stairway that led up to the sun deck and as we got close to me cumming she said, "Fuck me Daddy! There are people coming up the stairs!"

She bounced and I thrust and in seconds I unloaded up into her. "Oh Daddy! I love how that feels." She sat on me for a few more seconds and then stood. She moved to the chaise lounge next to the one I was in and I used the towel to clean up a little. I quickly got my pants back in place and looked to see where the people were.

It was Kelly and Jack and they had moved to another chaise and Kelly was astride Jack. Her dress was on a different chaise. All she had on were suspender hose and heels. She waved at us and bounced on Jack. We watched and Janice asked, "When I get older will my tits flop like that?"

"I don't think so. Her tits are much bigger than yours. And, if they do I'll still love you and them."

"Can we go back to our cabin? I'd like it if you'd lick me."

I stood and held out my hand to her. On her way to standing she wiped herself with the towel. She said, "You gave me a lot! Thank you. I'll probably feel it sliding out and down my legs all the way back to our cabin."

Hand in hand we walked past our new friends and down the stairs. A few minutes later we were in the elevator headed to our cabin. It stopped on deck ten and four people got in the elevator with us. We stood against the back wall and as the doors closed I slid my fingers under Janice's dress and into her slit. She jumped just a little and then spread her legs just an inch or two. I gathered our juices and brought my fingers up to my mouth. She watched me slowly lift my hand and suck on my wet fingers.


Without thinking about the four people in the elevator with us she moaned when my lips closed over my own fingers. No one turned around but all four people heard the sound and stiffened when they did. 

The elevator stopped at our deck and the four made a path for us. I cupped Janice's ass as the doors started to close. I held my hand in place all the way to our cabin. Janice opened the door and when we were inside she attacked me.

"I came in the elevator! You touched me right there and then you tasted us!"

"Do you know that you moaned?"

"No! I didn't!"

"Let's go back. If we can find those folks I'm sure they will remember your moan. Both of those men were showing bulges when we left the elevator."

"We couldn't find them. They are probably up on the sun deck screwing their brains out!"

"Maybe. Want to go watch?"

"No. I want to get naked and sleep with you. Maybe, if I promise to be good, you'd give me a lick?"

"All you need to do is ask. I love eating you."

"And, I love being a midnight snack!"

As I undressed I found the envelope Kelly had given Janice. I handed it to her and she opened it. She sucked in her breath and pulled ten crisp one hundred dollar bills. Payment for the cum she licked off Janice. We showered and went to bed. In bed I enjoyed a midnight feast. Munching for that long needs a name bigger than snack. I closed the drapes before we went to sleep.

The announcement that we were docked and that we could go ashore woke us. We hit the buffet breakfast and then left the ship. On the dock we found a line of twenty pay phones and called Uncle Jose. Twenty minutes later he met us on the dock. He took pictures of us with his digital camera and told us the price for what we wanted. We agreed to meet him at the same spot at four in the afternoon and to pay him in cash. In private, Janice told me she wanted to use the money Kelly had given her.

The rest of the day we spent sightseeing. We took a bus tour and then a glass bottomed boat. We laughed and played all day. When we sat in the glass bottomed boat I saw a couple really looking at us. They whispered a few times and near the end of the trip the woman asked, "Did you wear a teal dress last night?"

Janice looked at her for a few seconds and answered, "Yes."

"We were in the elevator with you at about midnight."

"Did I really moan out loud?" Janice asked, blushing.

"Yes!" They both answered. "That was so hot! I don't know what you two were doing but God! That was such a turn on!" He added.

"Would you like to know what we were doing?" Janice asked. I wondered what she was willing to tell them. There were ten other couples sitting within earshot.

"Yes!" The wife whispered.

"After we get off the boat I'll tell you." Janice smiled at them and we spent the next four or five minutes watching the boat dock. I didn't stand until most of the passengers had already left the boat. The couple that had been in the elevator waited with us and when we stood up to leave they were behind us. Janice stood right beside me and said to me, "Do it!"

My hand reached into the leg opening of her shorts and into her soaking slit. I used two fingers and gathered her slippery juices. Slowly, I lifted those wet fingers to my mouth and slipped them in.

Janice and the woman standing behind her moaned. I turned my head and saw the man putting his fingers in his mouth. His lady moaned again. Then I kissed Janice and he kissed his lady. 

The crewman who helps people onto the dock thanked us for going with them. I noticed a tenting on the front of his pants. He had watched too. We walked down the dock a ways and sat on a long bench. The couple sat with us.

He asked, "You always as open with your sexuality?"

"Just for the last month or so," I answered. "Before that we were so conservative it hurt sometimes." Janice added.

"Really? You both seem so open and comfortable with people knowing."

"I may be crazy but…" Janice paused and looked around the dock. She spotted a couple walking side by side, holding hands. "See those two? Do you think they love each other?"

"Looks like they do."

"I'll make you a bet. He would never dip in for a taste like Nick did. Like you did. He isn't willing to be that free. I am. If I was sure we wouldn't get arrested and Nick wanted me right here, right now, I would strip down and give myself to him on the bench."

"You would?"

"I love him! The only thing that stops me is the threat of getting arrested. In the elevator last night I didn't think we'd get arrested."

"So he just stuck his fingers in you as the elevator took us to deck six?" The man asked.

"Yes. I don't wear panties unless I'm on my period so he already knew I was available to his fingers."

"We need to go." The man said.

His lady looked at him and understood. He was hot for a little action. They both got up and Janice said, "I want to go up to the top deck and get some sun for about an hour. We'll be up there until three-thirty, if you'd like to join us."

They both nodded but didn't speak. We watched them quickly reboard the ship. We followed them aboard and Janice said, "We could go straight up to the sun deck. I mostly want the sun on my tits."

"Ok. I wonder if we can get beverages delivered up there?"

"I'm sure we can."

We saw a young crewman delivering drinks on the sun deck when we arrived. I ordered two Diet Cokes as Janice took off her blouse and bra. The drink guy left and we sat down. Janice said, "We can't stay long. I just remembered, I didn't put sun screen on this morning and I don't have any with us."

The woman sitting to Janice's left said, "I have plenty of SPF 30 if you'd like some."

Janice turned to her and said, "That would be great! Thanks."

The woman sat up and stuck her hand into the tote bag she had with her. She found the sun screen and then said, "I'd love to put it on you. Would that be Ok?"

"You want to rub sun screen all over my chest?"

"Of course! So does every man up here."

"Then we shouldn't disappoint them!" She turned to me and asked, "Is it Ok that she rubs my chest?"

"Sure."

Janice smiled, kissed me and then stood. She helped the woman to her feet and almost everyone on the sun deck turned to watch. Janice and the woman were almost the same height, about 5'6". And about the same weight and build but their breasts and skin were very different. The woman was darkly tanned with no visible tan lines at all. Her "A" cup breasts were firm and pointed. She wore a very tiny bikini bottom of hot pink. She looked to be almost forty and had very short dirty blond hair. Janice, in contrast, had "C" cup breasts that were almost pale. Her nipples were bigger and hard at that moment. The woman rubbed the lotion on her hands and started rubbing it onto Janice's shoulders and neck. Janice's hair was long enough that she used her hands to lift it out of the way so the woman could slather the sun screen on her neck.

The woman said, "By the way, I'm Carla."

"I'm Janice and this is Pete."

"You are beautiful. I love how your skin feels."

"I'm loving how your hands feel. Are you ever going to do my tits?"

"Yes. Long before they burn."

She added more lotion to her hands and did Janice's back. To reach it she stepped close to Janice and pressed her tits against Janice's, reaching around her onto her back.

Very quietly Janice said, "I've never had my naked tits against another woman's, before."

"I hope you like it as much as I do." Carla said.

When Janice's back was covered Carla reloaded her hands and slid behind Janice. Her hands went to Janice's belly just above the top of her shorts and they worked their way up. Janice still held her hair up, so her hands and arms were up and out of Carla's way.

When she finally cupped Janice's breasts she got her mouth close to Janice's ear and whispered, "Do you like your nipples pinched and pulled?"

"I do! I may scream! I may cum!"

I whispered, "Janice, cum for me." Her head turned, just a little, and Carla pinched both nipples. Her body shuddered and she moaned loudly. Anyone who hadn't been watching was watching. 

Carla held her breasts and continued to pinch both nipples. Her mouth found Janice's neck and she kissed her. After a minute Carla released her pinches and stopped kissing.

Janice turned to face Carla and then looked at me. "Nick, may I return the gift?"

"Any way you'd like. Say thanks from me, too."

Janice whispered to Carla. "May I suck on your beautiful nipples?"

"I may moan! I may scream! I may melt into a puddle here on the deck."

"Hold on if you need to."

Janice sat on the chaise and held Carla by the hips. Her mouth was right at nipple level on Carla. Carla leaned an inch. Janice pulled her another inch and stuck out her tongue. It barely touched Carla's nipple when we heard at least ten women and a few men moan. One of them was Carla. 

Janice's tongue played with the nipple for a long time, and lightly touched Carla's areola as well. Carla's hand held Janice's head. Janice moved her hands to Carla's and moved them down to her own breasts. 

The instant Carla pinched Janice again Janice sucked as much of Carla's breast into her mouth as would fit. Carla yelped and shuddered. She pinched hard on Janice and both women moaned. I looked around. Plenty of women were pinching their own breasts, pulling their own nipples and quite a few had their hands in their bikini bottoms.

It lasted for a long time. Carla soaked her pink bikini bottoms and there was a wet spot on the shorts Janice was wearing. I was rock hard, wishing I dared to take care of it.

A man dressed in whites, the uniform of the crew, stood a few feet from Carla and Janice and said, "Touching like that isn't allowed. If we see it again you may be asked to leave the cruise."

He turned and walked away. I noticed a bulge in the front of his white pants.

Carla and Janice sat down while people applauded. After a minute or so Carla said, "That was incredible!"

Janice reached over and held her hand and said, "It was! Thank you."

I saw the couple from the glass bottomed boat coming up the stairs and I smiled. They missed the show, but they looked like what they did was fun for them.

We greeted the couple from the boat and introduced them to Carla. It was when I learned their names. We all laughed when they said their names. Bill and Hillary.

Carla added, "I think I'd change my name."

Bill answered, "We've thought about it. I wonder what it costs?"

I asked, "Depends. Where do you live?"

Hillary answered, "Fort Bragg. Bill's in the Army."

"You can change your names for free. The base commander can do it. When I was in the Air Force I had friends who did it. It works in the Army as well."

"I was born when Daddy was stationed on Okinawa." Janice said.

I added, quickly, "He was a great guy. He was Air Force too."

Bill asked, "How long were you in?"

"Eight years. It was during the eighties."

"The conversation changed and Janice asked Hillary if she was going to uncover."




Consequences, Marie Ch. 02



"I knew you would be bare when we came up here. No one has seen me naked except Bill and my doctors."

"Look around. No one knows that except us and it's not like you'll be the only one with bare breasts."

Carla smiled and added, "Or the only one who smells like sex."

"Oh my God, do I?" Hillary turned five shades of red.

Carla laughed, "Almost every woman up here smells like that! I know for sure that I do!"

It took another couple minutes and Hillary uncovered. Bill was already hard. Carla held a container of sun screen in her hand and held it out. "You might want some of this." She said. Bill took it and said, "Yeah. Thanks."

I warned him that the crew was about to get strict about sexual displays and that he might want to let Hillary lather herself."

She did and after they sat down Carla and Janice explained. As people packed up and left the sun deck they stopped by and said something to Carla, Janice and me.

"Thank you. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." A woman about fifty said as she was leaving.

"I wish I had the nerve you two do! I would love to let someone else rub me like that." Another woman said. Carla got up quickly and put on a t-shirt, gathered her bag and followed that woman off the sun deck.

We talked with Bill and Hillary for a little while longer and then it was time for us to meet Uncle Jose on the dock. We told them our cabin number and asked them to give us a call.

Janice held my hand as we walked to the gangway. "That was hot! Is it Ok that I let her go that far?"

"You're right. That was hot! Was it Ok? We are in areas I've never needed to think about before. First, Marie never would have been on the sun deck for one minute. The instant she saw bare skin up there we would have been headed down the stairs. Second, even if I had been alone I was always aware of the rules of the church and I wouldn't have been able to stay either. Now… It's all new territory. I'm not sure I even know who I am."

We saw Uncle Jose standing right where we had agreed to meet him. Janice said, "Let's go find out who we are."

The papers he gave us were very good. They looked official. Janice was now Megan and she was older than she had been that morning by four years. I paid him and he shared with us that in fact the papers were official and that Megan's birth was recorded in the island hall of records. I gave him a bonus for being so good that he made it official.

We reboarded the ship and an hour later we were at the railing watching the island fading into the distance.

We focused the rest of the trip on having fun, talking about the agreements of our marriage, and having sex. In one of our quieter moments I realized that none of the people from our congregation back home had ever had the kind of fun and experiences we had been having. They lived by rules that wouldn't allow it.

The night before we would dock in Tampa we had dinner with Jack and Kelly and made plans for what to do when we were off the ship. Jack had parked his SUV near the dock in Tampa and he said the best thing would be for us to load all our stuff in their SUV and ride with them to S.D.P.. Janice and Kelly talked about what to wear between the ship and S.D.P. and Jack and I talked about the transition between being visitors to SDP and taking over.

It didn't go as we planned it. When we arrived at SDP the gates were locked. It was one in the afternoon on a Thursday. The sign on the gate said the gates should have opened at eight in the morning. Jack unlocked the gates and we drove in. I noticed two trash cans that were full enough that I could see the trash. The grass hadn't been mowed in a while. When we drove passed a pool it looked like it had lots of algae in it and the pump wasn't running.

Jack parked in front of the office and used his cell to call the office. He had it on speakerphone and on the third ring the answering machine answered.

"Hi. You have reached Skinny Dipper's Paradise. We will be closed until the sixteenth. You can leave us a message and we will return your call after the sixteenth. Thanks for calling and have a bare day!" It beeped. Jack hung up.

He looked at Kelly and said, "Did you authorize a vacation for Christian and Mona?"

"Hell, no! They should be here, working!"

"Let's go inside. Maybe they left a note or something." We went in and Kelly went to Mona's desk and looked at the calendar. On the twentieth a note said, "Kelly and Jack back." Jack hit the button on the answering machine and the messages began with one that was left on the second day of our cruise. Jack stopped the machine.

"Honey, Call home and see if they left a message for us there." Kelly picked up the phone and called. No messages.

"Plans change. Kelly and I will need to stay right here in the office and get things back in operation. But, we also need to get this resort back up and running as quick as possible. I'll give the two of you a quick tour and then leave you to do what you see needs to be done, Ok?"

"I'll need to know where the lawn equipment is kept and the pool chemicals and pump controls." I said.

"You noticed. Good. I noticed too."

Janice added, "Where are the dumpsters?"

When it started getting dark all four of us were tired. The lawns were mowed. The pool swept and chemicals added after I cleaned the filter and strainers. Not only were we all tired we were hungry.

"I'm starved," Janice said when the four of us were back in the office.

"We'll have to go out to eat. None of the local places will deliver here." Jack said.

We cleaned up and Jack drove us to a nice family dinner place. Both Jack and Kelly needed to go home the next day. That presented us with a problem. Wheels. When they left we would have a riding mower and two golf carts. Janice needed to go to the market. I needed to go get more chemicals for the pool and an automatic scrubber to help with the algae. We needed wheels.

Christian and Mona had taken the S.D.P. pick up when they left. Jack said I should rent a pick up truck until they brought the SDP truck back. He gave me the combination to the safe and said I should use some of the cash in the safe to get what we needed. He had checked and counted the money in the safe so he knew how much there was.

They slept in cabin number two. We slept in number one. In the morning Kelly made sure we had their home and cell numbers and keys and combinations for everything. She asked if we wanted her to put a new announcement on the answering machine. We said yes. Janice asked that the announcement said we would be open in two days. That would give us time to get things cleaned up and ready. An hour later Kelly and Jack dropped me at a U-HAUL rental place and Jack rented a truck for me. Then they were headed home.

Megan made a list of things we needed from the market and from Costco. She used the computer to map out where she needed to go. When I got back she was ready to go. She had five hundred dollars on her. I kissed her and off she went. I took all the money in the safe out and hid it. I knew Mona and Christian would be tempted to take it when they found out they didn't work here anymore.

I went to work. The pools needed more attention. Sitting in the warm sun for days with no pump action and no chemicals had created a mess. After an hour I went to the office and looked up a pool care company. I called the closest one. I spoke to the manager.

"Hi. I'm Pete and I just took over management of the S.D. Paradise Resort. The pools and hot tubs need help. Can you come over and give me a price for getting us back up and running? I also need two of those automatic things that scrub off the algae and vac the bottom."

"I can't come there. My wife would kill me if she knew I was seeing naked women."

"The resort is closed. No one is naked. To be safe, bring your wife with you. That way she will know you're being good and my wife would like to meet her."

"I'll invite her but I'm not sure she'll come."

"Should I call another pool service?"

"No. I want your business. I'll be there before noon." We hung up.

I watered the flower beds, pulled some weeds and trimmed the edges of the lawn. I didn't complete any of those jobs but got them all started.

The pool service truck drove in after about forty-five minutes. A man and a woman got out and walked to me. I greeted them and we walked to the bigger of the two pools. They looked it over and then we looked at each hot tub and the other pool. He told me what he thought needed to be done and how long it would take. I asked how much it would cost.

"That depends. If this is the start of a monthly or weekly service that would be one price. If this is a one time fix then there is a different price."

I looked at his wife and said, "You Ok with him coming out here for half a day once a month?"

"There will be naked people here?"

"I hope so. If we don't have people here we're out of business."

"Does he have to be naked too?"

"No one does. At a nudist resort everyone must be nude. We're clothing optional. Anyone here can undress or not, you have that level of freedom." I'd read that in the brochure.

"Then I'm Ok with it. Can I come with him, if I want to?"

"Yes."

"Then we want the job." She said.

"He gave me a quote and I liked it. He installed the two sweeper vac things and they spent three hours getting the pools and tubs cleaned up. When they were ready to leave Megan parked next to them and got out of the truck.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Megan, Pete's wife. How are the pools?"

"No one should go in until tomorrow but I'd say there will be fine by then." Introductions were made and Megan took them on a tour using a golf cart. I went back to work. 

After they left she found me and said, "I like her. When they come back I want to get to know her better."

I helped unload the truck. I noticed she had bought things I wouldn't have thought of until we had run out of them. Like vacuum cleaner bags. She got those automatic little things that spray air freshener every few minutes and she got one for each cabin. She also got six big things of toilet paper.

"Until we get the place open I propose you let me take care of cleaning the office and the insides of the cabins. You've been working on the pools and outside so you keep doing that. If we work hard we should be ready for day after tomorrow."

"Deal. If you need my help just call out."

We went to work. When we broke for dinner Megan noticed there were three new messages on the machine. We listened.

"This is Mark Thompson. I'd like to reserve cabin number two for Friday and Saturday nights. Call me back and I can give you my credit card info." He left a number. Megan wrote it down.

"Hi. I'm Carol and… I'd like some information about S.D. Paradise. What does S.D. stand for?" She left a number. Megan wrote it down.

"Hi. I'm Bruce. Mona, we met up last month and I'd like more. I'll be in Tampa on Saturday. Can we do it at about six?" He left a number. Megan wrote it down.

She picked up the phone and dialed Bruce's number. She hit the speakerphone button.

"Hi this is Bruce." He answered.

"Bruce. You left a message for Mona at S.D. Paradise Resort. I'm returning your call."

"Is Mona available for Saturday?"

"Mona no longer works at S.D. Paradise. Seems she was arrested for being a hooker and for passing on STD's to her clients. We recommend you get yourself tested."

"Who is this?"

"Officer Williams, Tampa P.D."

"Click."

"I don't think he'll call back. Do you?"

"No. Jack was right, she was selling more than diet Cokes from the office."

We went back to the same restaurant as we had gone to with Kelly and Jack. Then we went home and locked the gate with us inside. When we got to the office I stopped and called the local police. I spoke to the desk sergeant.

"Hi. I'm Pete and my wife Megan and I have taken over the management of the S. D. Paradise resort. The couple who ran it before us don't know they have been replaced. Let me give you the owner's phone numbers. You can check with them so you know we belong here. The couple just may call you to report us for trespassing or something."

"Thanks for calling. Jack called us after he gave you the keys. We're ready in case there is a problem."

"Ok. Thanks."

Megan had already undressed. I followed her lead and when we were both naked she walked out the back door of our new home. There was an outdoor shower out there.

"On the ship the shower was almost too small for me by myself. We've never showered together. I'd like to."

I turned on the shower and Megan produced a fresh bar of soap and a new bottle of shampoo. She stepped under the spray and got her hair and her body wet. I pumped some shampoo onto her head and worked my fingers through her hair and massaged her scalp. Then we rinsed her. We embraced and kissed.

"You do a better job than Jake. You don't need lessons." We washed each other and then shut off the water. It was nice, being outside naked, seeing the stars and some small clouds. We were both pretty tired and so we went inside and went to bed. Megan had put fresh sheets on the bed. At Costco she bought new sheets and a mattress cover, new pillows too. The old stuff was washed, dried and folded into a plastic bag so Mona could take them with her, if she came back.

The next morning Megan made a great breakfast and we went back to work. She returned all the calls that had been left on the machine while Jack and Kelly were on vacation and the ones that came in the day before. People were told that Mona and Christian were gone and Pete and Megan were managing the resort.

The pools looked better. The automatic sweepers were working and I started back working on the landscaping. An hour later Megan call me. I went to the office and she held out a bottle of sun screen. My shirt came off and she slathered me everywhere. I returned the favor. She protested at first that she wouldn't burn since she was just working in the office and house. She shut up when I pinched her nipple. She completely undressed and let me slather her body. 

I went back to work and by one had the grounds looking much better. Megan called me for lunch and we ate out at a picnic table in the shade. She was still naked. She let me know what she had learned and asked questions about things like doing credit cards for reservations. We were done with lunch when I noticed a truck coming towards us.

"Honey, go inside the office. Call the police and speak to Officer Brown. Tell him that Mona and Christian just drove onto the resort. Then, put some clothes on and stay in the office."

"Should I call Jack, too?"

"Good idea." She rushed to the back door and went in. The truck parked next to the U-HAUL truck I had been using. A young guy about thirty got out on the driver's side and headed towards me.

"Who the fuck are you and how the fuck did you get in here?" He shouted.

"I'm Pete and Jack opened the gate for us. We work here. Who are you?"

"I'm the manager of this place!"

"I don't think so. Maybe we should call Jack and ask him?"

"Jack didn't let you in here. You see I happen to know Jack and his bitch are on vacation."

"They were on vacation. We were on the same cruise. We're back. It's easy to find out if I speak the truth. Call Jack."

"Don't think I won't! Then I'll kick your ass and throw you out of here."

"Ok. Would you like me to follow you into the office?"

"Yeah!" I led. Inside Megan was sitting at the desk and Mona was yelling at her.

"I don't believe you! Jack wouldn't hire anyone without talking to us first!"

"Call Jack," I said. She whirled around and faced Christian and me. "Who the fuck is he?" she asked.

"Says he has my job. I'm calling Jack." Christian picked up the phone and started to dial. The front door opened and two officers walked in.

"Any problem here?" One of them asked.

Mona answered. "We took a couple days off and when we got back these two were here, squatting. They don't belong here."

"You are?" The other officer asked.

"I'm Mona Marquez and this is Christian Dollmier, we manage the resort."

"Who were you calling?"

Christian looked at the phone in his hand and said, "Jack, the owner."

"No need. I spoke to Jack the day he turned the resort over to Pete and Megan. You two don't work here any more. He said that if you resisted leaving I was to charge you with stealing his truck since it is for work and you were not using it for work."

"We don't have a car."

"We'll wait half an hour for you. Pack your things and put them in the back of the U-HAUL truck outside. Megan can drive the resort truck to U-HAUL and Pete will drive the U-HAUL. You two will ride with us."

"What happens then?" Mona asked.

"That's up to you. Pete and Megan will come back to work in the resort truck. The U-HAUL will be turned in. You two are free to go on with your lives."

"Jack had no right to fire us!"

"You can fight with him in court. Right now you have twenty-eight minutes left to get packed."

They went into the house and we followed. We didn't have much but we wanted to keep all of it. When they were almost done I saw Christian go to the safe. I said, "It's empty. Jack took everything when he was here."

He opened it anyway and when he saw the empty metal box he said, "Fuck!"

He and Mona walked out to the police car and got in. The officer driving lowered the windows of the car as Megan and I headed for the two trucks. Megan stopped beside the police car and said, to Mona, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. A guy named Bruce called. He said he wanted an appointment with you for Saturday night at six. I told him you weren't available."

As she got in the truck she heard Christian yell, "You lying bitch! You told me you stopped hooking!" She smiled. He said that in front of two Officers of the law.

An hour later we were back. Another hour and Jack's SUV pulled in and parked.

They took us to dinner, complimented us on how nice the resort looked, how well we had handled Mona and Christian and took us back to the resort. We went to bed early. At seven the alarm woke us. We had an hour before I would unlock the gates at we would be open for business. Megan was worried about doing a good job.

So was I.



At eight I unlocked the gates, propped them so they would stay open and drove the golf cart back to the office. The first vehicle through the gates was a truck. A red truck with the work "Coke" painted all over it. The guy driving got out and came into the office. We talked and he left us with twenty cases of Coke divided between regular and diet, cans and bottles. He left us with an invoice. We were in business.

The phones started ringing shortly after the delivery. Megan started booking cabins for the weekend and answering request for information. She had studied everything in the office and she knew the answer to every question they asked.

At lunch time I came in and made our lunch. Megan was too busy on the phones. One of the callers told Megan that Jack had called her to tell her there was new management. She made a reservation for the weekend. I realized I needed to spend the rest of the day cleaning cabins. I discovered that Megan had already cleaned eighteen of them. I cleaned the last two. If the others were like those two we needed to buy new sheets for all of them.

I went back to the office and got the keys to the truck. Megan asked where I was headed. I told her I wanted to get a set of hand-held radios for us so we could talk no matter where we were on the property. She liked the idea and asked, "The sheets in the cabins are old. We either need to buy new ones or get a laundry service."

On my way back from getting the radios I saw a commercial laundry building and I stopped in. We talked and made a deal. I would try their service for a month. If I liked it we'd keep it. He promised to deliver forty sets of bed linen the next morning. As I was leaving he asked, "When we come out there will we see naked women?"




Consequences, Marie Ch. 02



"Would you like to?"

"Of course!" 

"I'd like the regular delivery on Thursdays. Tomorrow I guarantee you'll see a naked woman. Anytime you come on Thursday and you don't see one, tell me. I'll have my wife strip down for you."

"You will?"

"Yeah. She's five foot six and weighs about three hundred pounds. Giant tits too."

"I don't believe you!"

"Then make the delivery tomorrow and check her out. She runs the office and her name is Megan."

"I'll be there first thing!"

I went back to work. We loaded the radios with rechargeable batteries and tested them. I drove the golf cart all over and Megan called me from the office every two minutes. I told her about the laundry service and about the man who would be coming to meet her in the morning. She laughed and asked if I wanted her naked when he arrived.

"Up to you. I did promise him he'd see a naked woman."

When I went back to the office she was talking on the phone. I got two diet Cokes and left one on her desk. It was a turn on to see her sitting at her desk taking care of business with her body bare. I was wearing cargo shorts and a ball cap.

At a little after four a Buick drove in and parked. Three people got out. A man, a woman and a teenaged girl. They went in the office. I kept brushing the pool. The big pool still needed extra brushing before people started using it. A few minutes passed and my radio came to life.

"Pete, can you come to the office please?"

"On my way." I jumped in the cart and zoomed to the office. (That's a joke. Zoom is not how fast the cart goes.) Inside the three were seated at a table with Megan. I was introduced. The couple were married and the teen was their daughter. They were members of the Naturist Society and AANR. A family of naturists.

Their daughter wanted a job.

I sat down. "Why here?"

"I love being naked. I love swimming. Working here I could do both."

"Are you in school?"

"I'll be a senior this year."

"So, ten hours a week with membership privileges?"

"That would be great!"

"How do you feel about it?" I asked, looking at the parents.

"Fine, but she already has membership privileges."

"People under eighteen can only be here with their parent, guardian or authorized caretaker. As an employee she can be here anytime she wants. That Ok with you?"

"Yeah. I feel a bit uncomfortable. But, I'll be Ok." Mom said.

"Can you be here at eight tomorrow morning?"

"Yes!"

"Do you know how to make a bed hotel style? Clean a bathroom?"

"Yes!" She answered in unison with her mother.

"Are you willing to work nude?"

"Yes!"

"Mom, would you like a job too?"

"Ten hours a week?"

"If that's what we need. Maybe more sometimes. On busy weekends we might need someone to run the store, take people on a tour, or whatever."

"What do you pay?"

"We'll start you at eight an hour. If we do well, you'll get more. Deal?"

The daughter, Kim, thought for two seconds and said, "Deal." Mom thought longer and said, "Deal, but not the same schedule every week. Call me when you need me and if I can, I'll be here."

Dad looked at his wife and said, "You don't need a job."

"Right now I volunteer at the hospital. They don't pay me. I have to wear clothes. I don't get to swim. Here I get to run around naked, swim and get paid. It's a no brainer for me."

"Megan, please have both ladies fill out an application and send them outside to me when they're done. It was nice meeting all of you and I look forward to a great working relationship with all of you."

Ten minutes later the three walked out and found me at the pool. I stopped brushing and said, "One last thing. Please take off your clothes."

Dad started to protest. I said, "I need to see how comfortable they are in skin. If being nude is a problem the jobs will need to wait for people who are comfortable."

He looked at me and said, "You aren't naked."

"You're right. I'm doing yard work and need pockets. Maybe I can get Megan to modify my shorts so my equipment hangs out."

Karen pulled her t-shirt over her head and unsnapped her bra. Her shorts followed and then her panties. "Barefoot too?" She asked.

"No. Sandals, athletic shoes, hiking boots are great. No thongs or flip-flops or whatever they're called. Ok?"

"Yes." 

Mom stripped and both looked good in skin. Both were Ok being naked. I was glad.

"How will you get here in the morning?"

"We live six miles from here. I'll ride my bike. I ride to stay in shape."

"It's working. Ok. See you in the morning." We all shook hands, the ladies dressed and in moments they were in their car and gone. I rode the cart around the resort and it looked ready. I went around again and I still thought we were ready. So, I went to the office.

Megan had made the office work better for her. She had muscled the tables so that one was for filling our forms and reading brochures and the other table had the small tv/dvd player on it and three chairs for people to sit on while they watched. All the drawers on her side of the counter were labeled so she knew what was where. There were pens and pencils in cups on the counter and on the table. She had made a flier on the computer and it gave the hours, the rules and our contact information. I looked it over and discovered we had a web site.

I noticed a drawer behind the counter with a label that said, "SPIDERS". I didn't open that drawer. "Megan, what's in the drawer labeled SPIDERS?"

"Money. Till we get a cash register I figured that would slow thieves down, at least a little."

"We need a clip board where we can make a list of the things we need to get. Cash register needs to be on the list. Oh, and we need to have a locksmith out who can show us how to change the combination on the safe."

"He'll be here tomorrow. I called one from the phone book. When he's here I'm going to offer him a discounted membership. We need more members. I went through the books and the best I can come up with is that we have three hundred and eighteen paying members. I think we need to get that up over five hundred. I also found that in the last six months almost a hundred people quit being members."

"So, you have ideas on how to fix that?"

"We need events that will get people here, having fun and wanting to come back."

"We also need to make sure we take very good care of every person that spends time here."

"I'm glad you said that. When I was shopping I did something and then I worried you'd get mad. I bought sun screen."

"We need sun screen."

"I bought lots of sunscreen. I bought small tubes of it and I thought it would be a nice thing to give everyone who spends the day here a small tube of sunscreen."

"I like it. Can I have a tube?"

She opened a box and handed me a tube. The tube had the name and contact info on the tube. "I want you to call them sometime tomorrow and see if we can order five hundred tubes with our logo and address info on them. That way we get advertising on every tube that they take home."

"I like it. I'll call tomorrow."

"Did you buy food for us when you went to Costco?"

"I did. I also got food for us at the market. About fifteen minutes before you came through the door I put our dinner in the oven. It'll be ready in fifteen more minutes."

"Eat outside?"

"I'd like that."

The next day was exciting, terrifying and we both loved it. Word had spread that Christian and Mona were gone. The laundry truck showed up and when Megan saw it she took off the shorts and halter she started the day with. The driver was the guy I spoke with at the laundry. Megan showed him where we wanted the linens and she stood nearby while he stacked them in the room. She signed for them and walked him back to his truck. She gave him a guest pass good for a visit for any one day, as long as he brought his wife.

Kim was on time and we gave her keys to the cabins and she started changing sheets. It took almost three hours to get them all changed. Megan called the sunscreen company and they set an appointment for Tuesday to see us and get the art work for the labels. The person she spoke with told her that the price per tube would be very high unless we ordered three thousand on our first order. Every order after that would be much cheaper because the art work would already be done.

I helped in the office and roamed the property meeting people and making sure they enjoyed their day with us. I discovered the half mile of beach that was on our property and did a trash gathering run. It actually looked pretty good. One of the families I met was a little upset when they called a pizza place and they wouldn't deliver to us. I had an idea. I called the same pizza place and spoke to the owner/manager. I asked what his objection was to delivering to us. He said he didn't want to see naked people having sex. I told him that when he came to deliver he would see a big sign that let everyone know that public sexual activity was grounds for losing their membership and removal from the property. Further, I made him an offer. We would pay him a dollar for every pizza he delivered here.

"You mean one dollar of the regular bill?"

"No. You conduct business with our members and then show us the bill in the office and I'll give you a buck for each pizza you deliver."

"We also deliver chicken dinners."

"Ok. I pay a buck for each order over ten dollars that you deliver here. Chicken, pizza, anything, except cigarettes and alcohol. Ok?"

"Yeah. How many pizzas do you think I'll sell?"

"More than you did last month when we needed to come to you."

"Ok. We'll try it."

I radioed Megan and when she had a moment she made a flier and posted a copy on the bulletin board and put ten on the counter. It just said the name and phone number of the pizza place and that they would deliver to SDP. Then she called in an order and asked that they bring us their menus when they brought the pizza.

Megan came outside at about four. It was her first step outside all day. I laughed when I saw her. She had on white sandals that we bought on an island. She had "MEGAN" printed neatly on her chest where, if she wore a bra, it would be covered. She had a marker in her hand.

"I like your name tag!"

"Good. It makes it easier for people when they can read my name. I was ready to scream when person after person kept calling me cute things instead of my name."

"Excuse me, little lady, can you help me?"

"That must be the most popular thing to say in Florida!"

"So, do you intend to mark me?" I pointed to the marker in her hand.

"Yes. Then I can say, ‘go find the man with Pete printed on his chest."

"Put Pete on my back, up by the shoulder, too." She did. She told me our pizza was on it's way. I went to the family that had told me they wouldn't deliver and I said, "Call quickly and they can bring your pizza with ours."

They called and he promised them it would be to them in forty minutes. It was. I gave the delivery guy two extra dollars and the pattern was set. Other families saw and smelled the pizza that had been delivered and the delivery guy made three more trips to us that evening. 

Six cabins were rented for the night. I checked them before the folks moved in. I wanted to be sure they were Ok. Kim pointed out that we needed to supply soap and shampoo for the rooms. I had her ask Megan to find out how we got that stuff delivered.


The day people left by about eight and the cabin rental people built a fire in a fire pit and partied until nearly midnight. By then Megan had been asleep for three hours. I had tucked her in and kissed her good-night. When the fire was out and the people in the cabins I went to bed.

It was after two when a noise woke me. I got up and looked outside. Six young people were in and around the pool. I could see bottles of beer and I saw the glow of cigarettes. I went to the office and called the police. I let them know I had about six trespassers who were drinking and playing in our pool. 

Fifteen minutes later two black and white police cars rolled quietly onto our resort and the four officers walked up on the six people. I stood on our back porch and watched. I could hear them.

"Are you guests of the resort?" One officer asked.

"Hell yeah!" The nearest young man answered. "Christian is our friend."

"Christian doesn't work here any more." The officer said.

The other officer said, "I need to see your ID's, please. One at a time."

"Well, we know Mona too." A young woman said as she tried to get out of the pool. It took her two attempts.

Each produced their ID and the officer had each sit at the picnic bench after he saw their ID. Of the six, he told me later, only two were eighteen. He had them get dressed and he cuffed them and took them away. It was done quietly. No flashing red lights. No shots fired.

I went back to bed. The alarm sounded at seven and my body screamed that it must be wrong. That was the first real day of our new lives. The second day had just begun and it was busier. The six cabins were rented for another night. The pizza man sold eleven pizzas.

In the afternoon Kelly showed up. She took a look around and spent over an hour in the office with Megan. I made sure the pools were doing Ok, that people followed the rules (no glass near or in the pool), and that I saw no alcohol.

By evening we realized that one of two things would be true, especially on the weekends and the summer. Either we would have food delivered or we needed to hire help. Kim did a great job helping both in the office and outside with me. She took some new people on tours and she helped them settle in. She wore white sandals and had her name printed on her breast just like Megan. As she drove a family past me on a tour she called out to me, "Daddy, have you eaten lunch?"

I answered, "No, Sweetheart, I'll go do that."

I wondered why she had called me Daddy. I would ask her later. I did take her hint and went inside and made a sandwich for Megan and myself. Megan ate it quickly and slathered me with more sunscreen. Two people parked in front and walked into the office. Megan greeted them and her process began again.

That evening as Kim was showering and getting ready to dress and ride home she spoke to both of us. "I like working here. It's strenuous and fun. I think my Mom would love to work here on the weekends if what she was doing was cooking for the four of us, leading the tours and acting like a hostess."

"I'll call her." Megan said. The phone rang and she dashed to answer it.

"I need to go get us some dinner. Put your bike in the truck and I'll take you home."

She showed me five new places where I could get food for us. I made sure that the one I stopped at had a delivery menu and that they would deliver to us. I brought home Chinese food and we enjoyed our dinner outside. I had Megan put a cordless phone on the list of things we needed. 

At ten we spoke with the people staying in our cabins. I asked them how they felt about me locking the gates at ten so we didn't get unwanted visitors. They all wanted permission to wake us if they needed to leave in the middle of the night. I locked the gates and the night stayed quiet, all night.

After things settle down we started enjoying the adventure and challenge of running a business. Megan stopped any behavior that was little-girl-ish. She behaved like a business woman who also knew how to have fun. One day she and Beth (Kim's Mom) put the answering machine on and ran out the door of the office whooping and screaming like the place was on fire. They ran to the pool and jumped in! When they came up they were laughing and splashing. I had come to the pool as fast as I could. Beth looked at me and said, "It was Megan's idea! We just couldn't be inside one more minute!"

I dropped my cargo shorts and tool belt, along with my radio and jumped in. For fifteen minutes we splashed and acted like kids. When Kim walked to the edge of the pool she watched us for a minute and said, "Who's the kid and who's the parent?"

A silver haired woman on a chaise lounge said, "I want to be one of the kids!" She slowly got up and walked into the pool. As she stepped on the first step in the water Megan said, "A kid would jump into the deep end."

She turned around giggling and went to the deep end, held her nose and jumped in. We all laughed and gave her hugs when she got to the shallow end. Then we got out and went back to work.

Kelly came by once a week and helped us with the business side of things. Jack came with her once a month. He was visibly getting older by the month.

One Thursday after we had been there for five months the phone rang in the office and it was Jake. He and Uncle Bart had reached a point where Bart had asked Jake to leave. Megan used the radio and called me to the office. She handed me the phone with tears on her face.

"This is Pete."

"Dad? Jake. There's been some things happen and Uncle Bart wants me gone. Where do I go?"

"You have any money?"

"Some. Not much."

"Can you get all your stuff into a couple suitcases?"

"Yeah."

"Can you get a ride to an airport?"

"Yeah."

"Get a flight to Tampa Florida. When you have it call us back and give us the information. Someone will meet you. Ok?"

"You sure?"

"Are you my son?"

"Yes. But my sister is no longer your daughter."

"I know. Our secret. Janice might live in California but she doesn't live here. Got it?"

"Got it! Is she happy?"

"Ask her." I handed the phone back to Megan. I kissed her on top of her head and went back to work. A little while later Megan came to me.

"We have a three bedroom house. Jake can have his own bedroom and bathroom. Can't he?"

"It's Ok with me. We need to check with him after he's been here a few days. Right now we're just here for him."

The phone rang and Megan answered the cordless that was almost an extension of her left hand. She waved at me and ran back to the office. It was Jake with flight information. Megan called Beth and asked her to pick him up at the airport. She and Beth had become very close and Megan had told her the whole story of our family. Beth hadn't told me she knew. When I had asked Kim about her calling me Daddy she said she did it to get people to understand we were a family and loved each other.

From the day Jake called us, Beth called me Daddy too.

We learned that Florida has a strange winter. While Colorado was deep in snow, Wisconsin was just as deep, it was eighty-six by the thermometer on the outside wall of the office. It rained almost every day, but just for a few minutes. People sitting out covered their papers, books and lunch but other than that they didn't do much. Twenty minutes later they were dry.

Jake arrived and was met by both Beth and Kim. They stood near where passengers exited their flights and held a sign that just said, "JAKE." He walked off the plane in jeans, boots and a western shirt, carrying a cowboy hat in one hand and a backpack in the other. He walked to the two women and said, "I'm Jake."

"Pete asked us to pick you up and take you to the resort. I'm Beth and this is my daughter Kim."

He shook their hands and the three walked to baggage claim. Beth told me later that Jake couldn't stop checking Kim out. They stopped for lunch before they came to SDP. Beth beeped twice when she parked by the office. I was riding the mower out a ways from the office. Megan was in the office. She pulled on some shorts and a tiny bikini top and went out to greet her brother, who wasn't her brother any more. As I watched them hug I realized she was now his step-mother. I got off the mower and pulled on the shorts I had brought with me. Then I joined them in the office.

After the initial greeting Beth said she and Kim would leave us alone and be back at about six, with dinner. She said we should spend our time getting reacquainted not cooking. We stayed inside and talked after Beth and Kim left. We got Jake's side of the story.