When our orgasms passed, we were both spent. I lay above Caitlyn, still in her, supporting my weight on my arms. We kissed. I became aware of the sound from the drone again. Caitlyn said, “Pull out and sit on the cushion. I’m going to suck you clean.”
I pulled out and sat back with my legs apart. My dick was wet with her fluid and some of my come. Caitlyn got up on all fours, looked at the drone, smiled, and then put her head between my legs. She took my dick in her mouth then moved her head back, sucking me, until I popped out of her mouth. Caitlyn turned to face the drone again and said, “Hope you enjoyed this, Sherry. We did!” The drone hovered over us for a few more seconds, then elevated and flew off.
I had put my phone on a table on the patio when we first came outside. A couple of minutes after we finished, my phone pinged to alert me to a new incoming text. Caitlyn and I walked to the table and read the text: “Great video. BF and I will use later. SH.”
The following week, Caitlyn got a call from someone at a streaming service. They were producing a new film to be released on their service. Caitlyn had been recommended to write the background music. Although she would only be paid
$ 2,500, it was a great opportunity. The film was shot. After we both signed an agreement that we wouldn’t copy it or show it to anyone else, Caitlyn was allowed to download the film with the dialogue.
The film was not a great piece of cinematic art. It was a vehicle for a lot of graphic violence and a little very explicit sex. The plot was simple. A good king and queen in ancient times were attacked and killed, and their kingdom taken over, by a rival king. Knowing an attack was likely, the good king and queen had sent their young daughter, the princess, off to the far north for safety. She is raised by a kindly old woman and grows into a beautiful woman. She meets a young man with magical powers who singled-handedly smites the king and army who killed her parents and restores her to the throne she inherited.
Many of the scenes called for music which was, as Caitlyn admitted, bombastic. There was one scene which Caitlyn had me watch with her several times before she composed the music for it. The scene was an ice-filled lake in a snowy forest. The princess is walking, comes upon the lake, and sees the hero in the icy water, apparently bare. She calls to him to ask how he can endure the cold water. He replies that it is not cold at all. She is obviously skeptical. The hero invites her to join him in the water and he’ll prove it. She replies that she cannot because she did not bring a bathing costume. The hero replies that she doesn’t need to wear anything in the water and that he is not. At this point, some of the hero’s magical power works and, almost in a trance, the princess strips off and gets in the water. She is astounded to find the water feels very warm and at once begins to trust the hero. A bit later, he leads her out of the lake, and they make love, very explicitly, on a snowbank where the princess has her first orgasm.
The scene was interesting only because the actor playing the princess had a very nice body and the sex seemed very realistic. A couple of days after we watched it the first time, Caitlyn told me, “I called the director to see if she had anything specific in mind for the underscoring for the scene. She didn’t, but she did tell me that we aren’t seeing body doubles. Those are the actors playing the male and female leads and they actually fucked and orgasmed.” Caitlyn thought for a moment before adding, “that must have been so much fun: fucking and coming with all the people they need to film a movie around you. Waking up that morning knowing you are going to do that, wow!”
Caitlyn finally came up with music that started out cool and tentative but became warmer and stronger as the couple bonded, then worked towards a climax as the couple made love and orgasmed. According to Caitlyn, the director and producers thought her music was fantastic.
Caitlyn and I were married at the resort Beth, Caitlyn’s mother, and Richard, Beth’s lover, frequented on the Saturday after Labor Day. Caitlyn wore white high heels, a garter belt on her right thigh. I wore a black and grey bowtie. The resort had found a local official empowered to perform weddings who agreed, for a steep fee, to officiate a nude wedding. Amanda and Jerry, both completely bare, were the maid of honor and best man respectively.
The reception was at one of the resort’s pool bars. We couldn’t effectively rope that off, so more than a few people we didn’t know ate and drank on our tab. At least everyone was naked. After the reception, we all went to Jan and Tom’s condo unit for what Amanda, whose idea it was, called the “ritual consummation of the marriage.” Put more explicitly, Caitlyn and I were going to fuck while our wedding guests watched.
I think all the guests had seen us fuck before, but it was still fun. Jan had put something like a large ottoman in the center of the floor and covered it with a sheet. Caitlyn got on it on her hands and knees. I entered her from behind. We fucked while watching our friends watch us fuck. It sounds strange but was a wonderful time.
After Caitlyn and I came, Beth and Richard, Laura and Jerry, and Jan and Tom started fucking and Amanda and Simone did 69. Amanda had gotten vibrators for Yvonne and Elaine to get themselves off. So, Caitlyn and I got to watch our friends orgasm on our wedding day just as they had watched us. Not a bad reception.
Caitlyn and I had been home from our wedding for a few days. Caitlyn was playing the piano after dinner, nude as she preferred, and I sat in a chair nearby watching and listening. I was also nude, as Caitlyn preferred. People never came to our door unexpectedly, but our doorbell rang that evening. Caitlyn stopped playing. “We can’t pretend we aren’t home,” I said. “Whoever it is will have heard the piano. I suppose I better put something on and answer it.”
“No, Peter,” Caitlyn said. “We need to be honest about our lifestyle. We live here without clothes on. If someone comes here, they must accept that. I’ll go to the door with you.”
Nervously, with Caitlyn at my side, I answered the door. I was embarrassed and a little scared. The person at our door was Dr. Deborah Braxton. Deb Braxton had been a good friend of Erin’s, my late first wife. They had met years ago when Amanda was at the same preschool as Deb’s daughter. Erin and I had gone to dinner many times with Deb and her doctor husband Ross. Deb had tried to call me a few times after Erin’s funeral. I never called her back and she finally gave up. Now, I was standing in front of her completely nude with my nude 22-year-old second wife beside me.
“I’m sorry,” Deb said after looking at us for a moment. “Am I interrupting something?”
I was a little in shock, and let Caitlyn respond. “No,” she said. “I was practicing. I’m a pianist.”
Deb made a gesture towards our nude bodies and said, I just thought since you’re both….”