"
Nude Day?
Would you please explain to me -- one more time -- just what the
hell
it is you're talking about?" Victor said to his wife in a tone that suggested he was less than impressed with the idea.
Lillian Nordstrom looked at her husband and restrained herself from saying exactly what it was she was thinking. The former Lillian Virenius adored her husband -
most
of the time. Not right this moment, not at all. Times like this she wished that she could strike him over the head with a 2X4.
"It's a family tradition that goes back generations in my family,
darling
," she told him in a saccharine-sweet tone. "When the weather turned nice, all of us -- the entire family, including aunts, uncles and cousins -- would head to a resort for a three-day weekend where we would take in the beauty of nature by being one with nature."
"Nude?"
"Yes."
"Everyone?"
"Yes."
"I hate the idea," Victor complained. Lillian knew that she had an uphill battle ahead of her. Despite both of them being of Swedish descent, Lillian had grown up there and only been in the US since marrying her husband. Victor's family had moved there before his birth and he could be terribly provincial. In every other way, he was a wonderful man and gentle, loving and giving. However, when it came to their viewpoints on sex, the married couple parted ways drastically. Lillian believed that whatever went on between consenting adults was their business and her husband could be fairly provincial. In many ways, it was odd that they had even met and married, but fate moves in mysterious ways. Victor's first wife had been a family friend and shortly after they divorced, Victor took his children to Sweden to see their grandparents and show that there were no ill feelings. Lillian and her daughter had been visiting as well and when the blonde, model-perfect Lillian set eyes on the intense, brooding Victor, she fell -- and fell hard. She had never before met her friend's ex and when Birgit gave her the "all clear", Lillian went off in hot pursuit. She had less than three weeks to convince the recently-divorced Victor that a second ride on the marriage-go-round might be for him. After spending a few nights in bed with the alluring blonde, Victor was convinced. Lillian became his wife less than six months later and she decided that she would try to mold him into the kind of man she thought she needed and the kind that she deserved. She had not been wholly successful.
"I think mom has a great idea, daddy," Gina said, hugging her father from behind. Lillian had never had any problems with Victor's two kids, they had accepted her as their stepmother / mother right from the outset. In Gina's case, the fact that there was only ten years between them had sweetened the deal. They were much alike and even wore the others' clothes. When Gina divorced her louse of a husband 3 years prior, Lillian had insisted she return home until she got "settled" again. Victor hadn't put up a fuss, as his import / export business provided them all with a huge home. Even after 3 years, Gina had yet to move out and Lillian didn't want her going anywhere. The 37-year old blonde loved having Gina around, it gave her someone she could share a cup of coffee with or whatever else the two blondes might cook up together. People often commented to Victor that his wife and daughter looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. He rarely corrected them. Lillian and Gina were often joined at the hip and after all the grief her mother had put her through, why shouldn't Victor be happy that his daughter adored his wife?
It wasn't only his daughter -- his son also hung on Lillian's every word, although Victor suspected that Barry had a small and insignificant crush on his beautiful blonde bride. He didn't mind and it was only natural, because Lillian was tall, leggy and blonde and resembled a model right out of the pages of
Playboy
. Barry was a good kid, but he was still a young man with a growing libido. Like Gina, Barry doted on his stepmom, although neither referred to her by that term. She was "mom" to both of them, even to Gina who was close to a contemporary.
Rachel came running down the stairs as she usually did, a mile a minute. "I heard all of you upstairs, what's all the commotion?" She asked, her brother a few steps behind her. Lillian's daughter and her 3-months older brother often acted like young marrieds and were usually found in each other's company. Victor always thanked his lucky stars that his wife's only child got along so well with the rest of her new family. The brunette Rachel was the only one of them that looked like an outsider, she was the only-non blonde. Her father had been an Italian count -- supposedly -- and Rachel was dark and sensual in a household full of blondes. "Is mommy trying to get daddy to take up golf again?" She teased, knowing how much her father hated the sport her mom thrived on.
"Worse than that sissy," Gina giggled. "She wants him to join us on ..."
Rachel spun around on her heels. "Oh, come
on
mother!" She groaned. "I told you that daddy would never, ever, not in a
million
years join us for Nude Day," she stated. "He's simply too much of a ... sorry, daddy ... fuddy-duddy-daddy!"
Lillian smiled at Gina who smiled at her siblings. They all knew that Victor had an ego the size of the Rock of Gibraltar and didn't like to be pigeonholed. "Okay, okay, I get the point!" He groused. "I'm outvoted, if you all want to parade around here for a few days in nothing but your birthday suits, I will play along."
"Oh, not
here
love, what would be the fun in that?" Lillian turned on her charms. "Gina found a lovely place right outside of Toronto that will be perfect for us, it has all of the amenities. We're going to drive up there Thursday night and come back Monday morning. The costs are quite reasonable and Gina ..."
Gina cut Lillian off. "I'm paying for everyone daddy, I'm using dunderhead's back alimony payments to give us all a holiday. Call it my way of thanking all of you for putting up with me these past 3 years."
Victor threw up his hands in defeat and went to read his newspaper. He didn't see Gina give her mom a peck on the lips and missed the conspiratorial look that went on between Rachel and Barry. Had he known what was really going on, he might not have made the trip ... and missed the best weekend of his life.
They had a beautiful day for their drive to the Lincoln Family Resort, sunshine and clear skies all the way. Victor joked that he had never seen his wife pack so little in all the time he had known her, indeed, all of them had packed less than a suitcase. "Sorry daddy, mom won't be wearing any sexy lingerie for you this weekend," Gina teased her father. Victor rolled his eyes because there were times that it made him slightly uncomfortable that his oldest child knew so much about his sex life with Lillian. He knew that women talked to each other about this kind of thing, but should a
daughter
really know that kind of thing?
Adam Lincoln was as blonde as Victor's family, he almost looked like he could be Lillian's older brother. Born in Finland, he had moved to Canada nearly 25 years ago after meeting and marrying Grace, his Korean-born bride. They had 3 children, all of whom were stunning specimens. Victor noticed Barry eying Michelle, the youngest of the Lincoln daughters, a tall, exotic blonde with beautiful Asian features. Victor thought it might have been the first time in a while his son had noticed someone other than Lillian.
He would have been wrong about that.
Everyone was so cavalier about being naked that Victor himself managed to relax and adapt. The resort itself was magnificent, with a pool, tennis courts, beautiful scenery everywhere and about 20 families in attendance. A few people wore clothes -- "Nudity is not
mandatory
" Grace Lincoln explained as she took them all on the tour. "We just believe it's nice to become one with nature every so often and let your body and your soul have a breather."
Lillian and the children all smiled and talked, with Barry barely letting Michelle out of his sight. After dinner, everyone was free to do his or her own thing, Grace explained. "We do provide aprons for coverage," she teased. "Food can leave some
nasty
burns in unwanted places."
The dinner was fabulous just as everything else had been so far. A fancy barbecue with lots of salad, good wine, fresh fruit and home-baked desserts, courtesy of "My wife, the domestic goddess", Adam joked. The adult stayed and talked while their offspring were free to do whatever they wanted. Victor hadn't seen his kids or his wife so joyous in years. Lillian was the kind of wife that men envied. How a 52-year old man had snagged such a beauty mystified Victor at times. She wasn't even 37 and looked even younger. He knew that Lillian worked hard to maintain her looks and had a "secret regimen" she never discussed. He didn't need to know, as long as she looked and acted so young, great! He would have been a fool to doubt its effectiveness, the results were in his bed every night.
Lillian and Grace had really hit it off and were discussing the virtues of Jimmy Choo over Louis Vutton, of all things. Gina had gone off to do her own thing and Rachel had gone for a swim. Victor thought he should probably move the rest of their meagre luggage into their room and thought to ask Barry for assistance. His son was nowhere to be found in the dining hall, so Victor went looking for him.
He found him.
What Victor
also
found when he went looking for his son stopped him dead in his tracks. He was struck silent at what he saw. His son was on his back on a deck chair with pretty, young Michelle astride his waist, Barry's cock buried deep inside of her. The look of sheer bliss on her face made it clear to any observer -- and they were out in the open, where they could easily
be
observed -- that she loved fucking the handsome, muscular young man. She also seemed to be giving as good as she got. Yet, that was not