Sara and I knew that there was a risk of consequences from our performance in Texas. Still, we thought that we were reasonably safe. True, we had fucked and sucked naked on stage in front of about 8,000 people. But, we had done it nearly a thousand miles from home. Neither of us had any intention of going back to Texas. Only a few people in the West Central Texas town where we had performed knew our real names and contact information. Our agreement with Howard French (not his real name), the sponsor of our "event" was that no pictures were taken.
We had been home about a week when we got an e-mail from Vivien, French's accountant and ostensible girlfriend. Vivien was leaving French and had become, we thought, a friend. The e-mail said that, unbeknownst to us, closed-circuit TV cameras had shown every second of our performance on the arena's mega screen TV. That wasn't bad in itself, but, of course, the arena's closed-circuit TV system was computer-driven so a complete video of our performance was saved on French's servers.
The last two paragraphs of Vivien's e-mail to us went as follows:
"As you know, I'm leaving here. I've been cleaning up things in the office and I deleted the video of you from every place I could find it. To my knowledge, only two copies remain. One is attached. What you did was so beautiful; I had to keep a copy for myself. I hope that you don't mind."
"I also attached a copy of my CV. As I told you when you were here, I'd like to get back to the Midwest. You know the deal Howard gave me, so you know that I really don't need to work at all. But, I can't just lie around eating bonbons. If you know anyone doing something interesting whom you could put me in touch with, I'll be forever indebted."
I suppose that you could have read that as implied blackmail, but we didn't. It so happened that Sara and I did know someone in the major city in the next state west, about a hundred miles away. Leslie ran a business doing event marketing and consulting. She had started several years ago promoting dirt-track car races. She'd moved up to county fairs, and then got work with a couple of state fairs. Now she was working with some minor league baseball teams and had recently signed a contract to consult with a WNBA franchise. Leslie's husband, Martin, was a structural engineer. He had left a large engineering shop about four years ago to start his own firm, and was doing very well. Leslie and Marty were also committed nudists. That was how we had met them. They were also very good people and very good friends. Sara forwarded Vivien's CV to Leslie.
We put the video of our performance on a thumb drive and took it home to watch. Watching ourselves, naked in the bright lights, with spectators faces in the background, show ourselves off and then do oral and vaginal sex brought back much of the intense eroticism of that night. I was surprised that, playing the video in real time, we had been on stage almost exactly the hour which French had requested. It had seemed only about half as long. Sara and I fucked with a special intensity that night. We were both a bit disappointed, though, that no one was watching.
Gwen, our secretary, had learned what we were up to before we left for Texas. Since we had been back, she kept teasing us about seeing the video. I probably would have kept quiet about there actually being a video. However, Sara is compulsively honest and candid and told Gwen that we had a video of ourselves. That disclosure led to the three of us sitting in a conference room in our office while Gwen watched a video of me eating and fucking Sara in front of an audience.
Gwen watched the video in silence. When it was over, she said, "Wow! You guys are something. I don't think that I could do it, but it must have been fun."
Sara responded, "It was the most exciting thing that I've done in my life so far."
Apart from showing Gwen the video, things went on fairly normally. We heard from both Leslie and Vivien that Vivien had worked out deals to be an independent contractor to both Leslie's and Marty's businesses and was moving to their town. Given how readily Vivien stripped off in the Texas bar after our performance, we hoped that Les and Marty would bring her into the lifestyle and that we'd be seeing more of her.
Right around the Holidays, we got a call from Amy. We had given Amy and her daughter, Heather, our real contact information because they seemed like good people and people we'd like as friends. Apparently, that feeling was mutual. Amy was calling to tell us that she, her husband John, Heather, and Heather's boyfriend Greg were going to Club Orient for ten days in January. Would we like to join them?
After checking our calendars, Sara and I gave an enthusiastic "yes." January in the Midwestern US is not the region's best time of year. Several days naked on a Caribbean beach with good company seemed a desirable alternative.
We had a very quiet set of Holidays. It was a gorgeous day when we met Amy, Heather, John, and Greg at Princess Juliana airport. When we got to the resort, we hit a glitch. We thought that we had reserved two adjoining chalets. The resort had only reserved one. The resort staff was very sorry, but, with it being winter in North America and Europe, they were fully booked. They did offer to move an extra bed into the chalet. What were we going to do?
The chalets are intended to sleep up to four. Adding two people made things a bit cramped. Of course, after a couple of hours nude on the beach, dinner nude on the grounds, and a few drinks, all three couples were getting amorous.
Back in the chalet, there was really no privacy. Each couple tried to hide under the sheets, but it was blatantly obvious that we were all going at it. Actually, it was pretty nice hearing the sounds of John and Amy and Heather and Greg making love while Sara and I pleasured each other.
The next morning, I had the privilege of sharing the shower outside the chalet with Amy.
Grinning, Amy said, "It sounded like you two had a fun evening."
Grinning back, I said, "Well, if my ears weren't lying, John hit your spot."
Grinning more broadly, Amy said, "Yes, he did and he was rewarded."
"I heard that," I said. We both laughed.
After toweling off, we walked back inside. Everyone else was up and Sara was making coffee (God love her). Amy walked to the center of the room.
"Well, we all know that we all had fun last night. We're so close together in here that I don't see any point in being coy about it. Of course, we have to behave outside the chalet, but, in here, I say that we just be open about the sex."
No one objected to that house rule. The six of us spent a very relaxing day naked on the beach. We even survived an influx of cruise ship day trippers who wanted to see the "nudy beach." None of us minded being seen. A few of the cruise ship folks stripped off themselves. Despite the signs forbidding photography, quite a few of the ones who stripped had some special pictures for their albums.
John and Amy gamble a bit. That night, they got dressed and took the rental car into Phillipsburg to go to the casino. Heather and John and Amy and I weren't interested in that. Just after Amy and John left, Sara and I wrapped pareos around our waists and walked off the nude beach to a small stand selling fresh cooked fish and rice. We brought four meals back to the chalet and the four of us had our second nude dinner on the porch.
After dinner, we had a few drinks and talked. After the dark, the sea breeze slackened and we got a few bugs, which moved us inside. Heather sat down on the sofa and put her feet up on the coffee table. That pose left her fully exposed.
"It is funny, and I don't understand it, but I really enjoy people seeing my naked body," Heather said. "I know all three of you are looking at my pussy and that feels great to me. At the same time, I feel good looking at Greg's and Harry's dicks. I even like that Sara is looking at me and I like looking at Sara. What is it? Am I sick?"
Sara laughed. "No, you are not sick. The naked human body is an attractive and sexy thing to see. As for people looking at you, I enjoy it too. Part of it is probably breaking the taboo. I also take pride in my body and put work into it. If people get pleasure looking at me, that's great. And, Heather you're very beautiful. You should never be ashamed of or hide your body."
