When Molly Evans started working for Johnson Homes, she was married to Gary Evans, who worked for the Great Southern Banks. That was five years ago. Now, Molly was newly divorced. Gary was always so prim and proper. Not a hair was out of place. He would push her away before he left for work so as to not get her lipstick or powder on his clothes. As you might imagine, he was a lousy lover. Karen wanted more out of life, but wasn't quite sure how to go about it.
She had never really been in the dating scene, since she and Gary started dating in high school. Gary never found out, but Molly did have some vices. When she was with her girl friends, she smoked and drank. She loved brandy, or Ouzo, a Greek drink. She had experimented with marijuana while in business school.
Six months before she married Gary, she went to Orlando with three other girls. They decided that since they were in an area where no one knew them, that they would really let it all hang out. That resulted in four very inebriated females being taken to a motel by four guys they only knew the first name of. It was a very naughty night, with all four girls experiencing all four guys.
Gary never heard that story either.
Now twenty-nine, Molly was the administrative assistant to Mr. Brad Johnson, owner of Johnson Homes, who had inherited the company from his father. Brad was a jean and sleeves rolled up executive, who preferred to be at the job sites instead of doing paper work in the office. An engineering graduate of MIT, he was very bright, and a bit ruthless. To Molly, he had an animal attraction about him. She sometimes thought about him being on her and in her. But she knew that would never happen. He was devoted to his wife, Ellen, who Molly knew and liked, as well as his twin boys, Tom and Edward, who both parents would do anything for.
The day came that Brad arrived at work very drawn and worried looking. It was so evident that Molly asked, "Brad, what is wrong? Is there anything I can do?"
Tears came to Brad's eyes. "Ellen has been diagnosed with lung cancer. It is already stage four. Her doctor told me that she has no more then six months."
"Oh God, Brad, I'm so sorry."
Four months later Brad came in looking just terrible.
"Brad?" Molly asked.
"Molly, the person in my bed is but a shell of Ellen. It is time for her to go."
A month later, Ellen died. Molly managed the meal after the funeral.
Two months later, both Brad and Molly worked late. "Take you to dinner?"
He asked.
"Yes, that sounds good."
He made no pass at her that night, but she caught him studying her intently several times.
The following Friday afternoon Brad smiled as he said, "Say, how would you like to spend tomorrow at my place? I have a large pool."
"Is that asking me on a date, Brad Johnson?"
"Something like that."
It was a pleasant afternoon. Molly, who was a diver in high school, did a few easy dives off the one-meter board. Brad clapped when she did a full gainer.
"Wow, you really get height off the board."
It was nothing like Molly once was, but Molly simply said, "Thank you."
Tom and Edward came to the pool at just after five, when Brad was cooking burgers. "They always show up when there is food cooking," Brad said with a laugh.
Both boys were very reserved with Molly. They had known her as that office girl. Now, she was something very different. She was at their home, sitting where their mother once sat.
After they ate, the boys left for a movie. Brad and Molly went into the house. Molly found a wall of books and photo albums in Brad's study.
Brad took a call. Molly was shocked to find nude photos of Brad, Ellen, and both boys taken in the house and at the pool. Then she found more of them naked with many other people. Brad Johnson and his family were nudists.
She left Brad's that night at just after ten. Again, he had made no pass at her.
In her apartment, Molly Evans poured herself a glass of straight Ouzo on the rocks, lit a cigarette, put her feet up to ponder what she knew, what she wanted, and what she must do to snare Brad Johnson, who was rich, attractive, and available. Yes, he was forty-three, which made him thirteen years older then she was. It would be exciting being married to a rich man. She knew that Ellen had taken trips to Europe, as well as going with Brad on Caribbean cruises, as well as trips to Jamaica, and Aruba. It dawned on her that the boys were her main obstruction. She would take care of those pampered boys.
What she did not know is why the Johnsons became nudists. Plain and simple, Brad Johnson is a voyeur. When he was just a boy, his mother carelessly would walk around the house, naked. She liked to do all the cleaning naked. When he was ten, she went from being Mommy to being a woman with tits and a pussy between her legs. By the time that he was fourteen, he wished that he could fuck her, but never had the courage to try.
So, when he married Ellen he insisted right from the start that she sleep and walk around the house naked. As the boys got older, both he and Ellen would kid about their reaction to seeing Mommy. Many times, the boys would get a hard-on as their Mother moved around the pool, or bent over in the house, giving them a shot of her open pussy. Tom got so bold that he would hug Ellen from the rear, with a tit in each hand. Ellen mentioned it to Brad, who said, "It is just harmless fun. I would rather have them feel you up than some young girl."
Tom and Ed got bolder still. When Ellen made no move to stop their advances, they both would wrestle with her in the water. Tits were grabbed; hands ran between her legs with fingers searching for her hole. Then it happened. Tom finger fucked her. Ellen froze, and then turned to look at Brad, who could see the motion of his hand, and knew just what he was doing. Brad winked at Ellen, whose pelvis was pumping back at the invader. Brad told the boys that night that it was okay to explore their mother. That was just good fun, but she was off limits to their cocks. Brad loved watching the boys sexually explore Ellen.
Before it could go any further, Ellen got cancer. Now Brad was plotting how to substitute Molly for Ellen for his watching pleasure.
