My Ideal Family Pt. 01

*** Please note: All persons and sexual situations depicted in this story are over 18 years of age and are deliberately intended to be so. ***
Also note that I am working on my writing skills, so please be kind!
Further, I do like writing and thinking about teasing and arousal, but still am working on how best to depict actual sex in a way that is satisfying to me. That being said, I am not trying to make Pullitzer Prize winning porn here. For me, a lot of it is about the taboo fantasies and sometimes it's just about the sex. I hope you enjoy!
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I won't expect you to understand, but I'm going to tell my story anyway. I guess if you know, you know.
I first met Danae in college, at a party. I remember she looked me up and down, smiling, her blue eyes flashing. She was wearing a bracelet with pride colors, and her hair was dyed pink, purple and blue.
We hit it off immediately, and I soon found she was a generous lover. I learned so much from her, about a lot of things.
I would say we were "dating" but I knew we were never really exclusive in the traditional sense. But anyway, we seemed to be hitting it off outside of the bedroom, too, so I did think it was a little bit strange that she had invited me to meet her family so early on, if you know what I mean.
"My parents are nudists, Michael," she said as we were driving over, and bit her lip, looking away sideways. Danae didn't seem to have many hangups, but this clearly made her nervous.
"Wow, that's amazing!" I said. "I mean, it is, right?"
"Well, yes, I'm all good with it, and I was pretty sure you would be, but you know," she said, shooting me a look that I couldn't quite read and nervously squeezing her hands between her thighs. "I just, really want to make sure you like them, because. Well, because my family is very, very important to me."
When we arrived at their house, Danae's parents and two siblings came outside. Everyone was fully clothed, to my relief (well, somewhat, it would have been shall we say very intriguing if they had met me in the buff, so to speak).
Danae's father Pete was tall and slender, and her mother Silvy was much shorter, almost comically so, standing next to him. Her mother was also extremely curvy and voluptuous. I walked over and shook her hand and she pulled me into a hug, my body pressed against hers. At the same time, Danae ran over to her brother and kissed him briefly, on the mouth. I repressed raising an eyebrow.
Danae, one arm hooked around her brother's, introduced him as "Jay" (but I found out later it was spelled "Jai"). He was tall like his dad, and had a warm, broad smile as he shook my hand. His palm was soft and tender against mine. Then Danae's sister Nica hugged me, like I was an old, old friend. She smelled of strawberries and watermelon juice.
Nica held onto me for an instant longer, and with her face close to mine, she said, "It's really nice to meet you, Michael." And then she bit her bottom lip in a cute way, her eyes locked on mine.
I felt myself swallow, hard. "It's, uh, it's really nice to meet you all, too," I said, hearing my voice waver ever so slightly. Then Danae giggled and took my hand, leading me inside the house.
Silvy and Danae started giving me the grand tour of the place. From that, shall we say interesting start, my curiosity only increased as we went further into the house. The living room was wide and beautiful, with floor to ceiling windows all along one side. I could see a swimming pool reflecting the sunlight. In the middle of the room was a tiny platform with a long pole attached to the ceiling.
I couldn't help crane my neck and study it-- yes, it really was what I thought: a "dancing" pole; but we were still moving swiftly through the room toward the back of the house.
Silvy said, "Pete made all of this," gesturing to the art.
The art was quite varied. I saw landscapes, curving hills, pleasing shapes and colors flowing from one to the next. As we walked past, my feverish imagination started spying breasts, hips and thighs, buttocks, and more.
"It's beautiful," I said.
"Why, thank you," Silvy said, giving me a knowing smile, but kept moving ahead.
I looked at Danae and she smiled, pulling closer to me, her hand clasped in mine.
We passed by all sorts of statues and other objet d'art, too. Some were lithe human figures, cavorting naked or half-naked in twos and threes.
We entered what I presumed was the master bedroom, and a single huge bed dominated the room. It looked like two large kings pushed together.
On one wall was a large picture. A close-up of someone's mouth and the wet, full lips were wrapped around something flesh-colored and cylindrical, but the rest was out kumköy escort of frame. I think if I had time to admire it, the remarkable attention to detail alone would have held my attention. But Silvy and Danae breezed through I think deliberately, straight into the on suite bathroom. As if nothing whatsoever was out of the ordinary. I think I must have made a noise when I saw it, but no one commented on it or made any mention.
Throughout my time, my mind kept going back to the image, though, as if it were burned into my brain.
"This! This is my pride and joy," said Silvy as we entered the bathroom. This room was also large, and in the center was a completely enclosed shower room with glass on all four sides. "Isn't it amazing?"
"Oh, yes!" I said, scanning the room and marveling at the grandeur of it all, stepping inside and rapping gently on the glass with my off hand.
"It's big enough to have an orgy in here!" Silvy said completely nonchalantly, beaming as she said it.
Now what was that supposed to mean, I wondered.
"Isn't it wonderful?" said Danae's mother.
"It sure is," I said after a beat, knowing I sounded unsure of what to say. I think I finally noticed the tension that had been rising, though I didn't know what kind. In any case, I felt like Danae was gauging my reaction intently.
Danae nodded, seemingly appreciatively, at my response.
Before the moment could linger, though, the pair of them drew me back through the house toward the kitchen. As we walked, Silvy took my free hand and I was very aware of her touch, and her closeness. There was something really pleasant, though, about being between the two of them, holding both their hands. I felt a little like a part of the family already.
As we had passed back through the bedroom, my eyes darted to the big picture, which was undoubtedly a closeup of fellatio. I had been hoping to see it in a little more detail, but we moved swiftly through the room.
Who had modeled for this particular piece? I couldn't help but wonder, and it didn't quite feel right to ask then and there.
My cheeks grew red and I couldn't help getting more than a little aroused. I tried to push the the thoughts from my mind and stave off a growing erection, but try as I might, I couldn't think about anything else. At the same time, my curiosity about Danae and her family grew immensely. A seed of doubt popped up, though, and I wondered, was this some kind of test? And if so, what kind?
As we entered the kitchen, Danae's mother released my hand and turned to say, "So, Michael, what can I get you to drink? Beer? A cocktail?"
I noticed she slightly emphasized the "cock" part of the word "cocktail" and I swear her eyes darted down to my groin for a split second. I chalked it up to my overactive imagination.
I started to demure, holding my hands up, but she insisted. "Pete makes the best rum punch," she said with a conspiratorial wink, sidling up to me and nudging me with her shoulder, then calling her husband in to take bartender duties.
Pete came in with an easy stride, saying, "She's the boss," and began to get to work concocting something. Silvy went over to stand in front of the big glass window, leaning over the counter toward me. She started playing with her hair.
"So Danae told us all about you," said Silvy and beside her, Pete nodded, as he poured fruit juice into a large mixing cup.
"Only good things, I hope," I said.
They shared a little knowing look.
"Ohhh, yesss," said Silvy, leaning toward me a little further, with a very playful smile and reaching her hand out to me, motioning for me to take hers.
I stepped forward, and because of the way she was leaning, Danae's mother's cleavage was in full view, plunging precipitously and beautifully down from her neckline. I swallowed, hard, as she folded my hand in hers, and she began delicately caressing and touching me.
Sometimes, after sex, Danae would do the same. She seemed to like to play with my hands, and as we lay there, basking in the after glow, it felt wonderful and had lulled me to sleep many a time. I think it's safe to say that by this point, I was very confused. And Silvy's husband was right there beside us as his wife and I touched, what to me was in an extremely intimate way.
Her voice low, with lots of brief pauses, she said, "The truth is, Michael, she told us all about you, every little thing."
"But we want to hear it from you, directly. From the horse's mouth, so to speak," said Pete, passing a drink into my hand. He pulled out a stool from the bar, offering it to me, and then three of us sat companionably, drinking together, as we talked.
I don't know how to describe kundu escort how I felt at that moment. I definitely had a mixture of emotions. Surprise, excitement, arousal perhaps, but also it felt weird in an entirely new and not wholly unpleasant way. I definitely was looking forward to finding out where things went, but I was also a little frightened of finding out.
But I felt some of the tension release as the conversation stayed relatively innocuous. And when I started to get to know Danae's parents, I was delighted to find that they were nice. Not that I had any doubt, of course, but were very kind and seemed genuinely interested in me. And they clearly loved one another. I could see it in every touch, glance, and word they spoke.
Before long, though, our chat dipped into things of a sexual nature.
"One time," said Pete, one hand on my shoulder, "Silv and I were staying at this hotel--"
"The Queen Mary," she said, and she was leaning forward on the table, as if the gravity in the room had increased and she needed to support herself on it.
"Oh yeah, it was a ship hotel, thing. Anyway, we heard this incredible noise from next door," said Pete.
"The walls were paper thin," Silvy said, laughing.
"Sex noises?" I said, grinning.
Silvy gave a snort of laughter, her recently-filled drink spilling slightly.
Pete held up a finger. "No but just wait, it was, you know, that, but eventually we realized, there had to be at least four people in that little room."
"Whaaaaaa?" I said, and now it was my turn to spill my drink. Beside me, her hand on my knee, Silvy nodded vigorously, so that her hair flew up and down.
Pete said, "I know, and we never got to see what they looked like."
And Silvy said, "I always wanted to know."
Then the three of us, as if we were teenagers, collapsed into giggles.
"Well, well, well," said Danae from the hallway. She was dressed in a long black swim cover. I could see, outside in the pool, that the lights had come on and the sun was pretty close to setting. "Jai and I are going for a swim."
As we sat there, still laughing and talking, the pair of them breezed through the room and went out to the pool.
As Silvy and Pete were talking about their time in Italy, I watched Danae step delicately out of the long swim cover out of the corner of my eye. She wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Beside her, Jai stepped out of his loose shorts, so that he, too was naked. He turned and tossed them casually on a nearby lounger. I could see that he was cleanly shaven around his manhood. Danae always kept herself nice and tidy down there, as did I, but only recently she had started shaving everything completely. Jai saw me looking at him, smiled and absently touched his cock, not really in a sexual way, but still it seemed deliberately, then turned and followed Danae as she walked naked along the side of the pool.
Jai caught up to his sister and put his arm around her, whispering something in her ear. She turned her head, smiled and winked at me as they walked to the other end of the pool.
Pete and Silvy were telling me animatedly about their trip to Pompeii, but I was barely listening. Their backs were turned toward the pool, and they both seemed more drunk than I, though I felt like I might be hallucinating. I was surprised Danae hadn't told me that basically her whole family were nudists. Although I knew she seemed very comfortable with her own body, I never suspected she liked to go around the house in the nude, least of all when introducing someone to them for the first time ever.
Pete and Silvy were still engaged in conversation, but they were both saying to each other how much they loved one another. Then Silvy kissed Pete full on the mouth and suddenly they were deep kissing; with lots of tongue and everything. It was very passionate and extremely erotic.
Intense as it was, it was over in a moment and they flowed right back into conversation, giving me little time to think or do much about it. Still, that kind of thing, at least in my mind, normally signals privacy. But before I could do anything, they both put gentle hands on me, seemingly urging me to stay.
"Oh, but wait, we're just getting to the frescoes," said Pete. Silvy's eyes searched mine, and Pete smiled warmly at me.
I sat back more comfortably and Pete refilled my drink.
Meanwhile, I had heard a splash, and Danae and Jai were swimming together. Well, skinny dipping, really. With the present mood, and my approximation of Danae's family's "norms", I was more than a little inclined to join them. But I also knew swimming while drunk was a big no-no. And besides, the conversation had turned to quite kurtköy escort an arousing subject.
"He wanted to fuck me right there," Silvy was saying, and my attention had snapped back to the conversation.
"What, in the ruins of Pompeii?" I said, incredulous.
I heard splashing from outside, and Danae's mischievous laughter along with might have been a groan of pleasure from Jai. Again, I curbed a desire to get up and see what the two of them were doing, but my curiosity grew.
"Yeah, I know," she said, shaking her head.
Pete held up his hands innocently. "Look, in my defense, some of the frescoes were that hot," he said, laughing. "Just kidding, honey, I'd fuck you anywhere," said Pete, comically rolling his eyes.
"Oh, I think you pretty much have!" said Silvy, and she put both hands on her very curvy backside. "Though I think you mean it was hot out there, Pete," said Silvy, putting one hand on Pete's thigh and then inching it up, towards the conspicuous bulge nestled nearby.
I thought they might start deep kissing again, and though I couldn't help but find it hot, something had overridden my curiosity. I was preparing to get up and give them some space (though they didn't seem to want any!), but then I heard another splash and saw Danae and Jai get out of the pool.
They seemed to be standing and talking while they toweled off. I wondered what they were talking about, and made a mental note to ask her later.
I heard Silvy whisper, "Oh, I seem to have found something else that seems to be verrry hot..." and I looked down and Silvy was lightly tracing her fingers over the bulging head clearly outlined through the fabric on Pete's thigh.
I heard the door open and Danae and Jai came inside. Jai just had the towel wrapped around himself, and Danae had the swim cover on, which I realized now was see-through. She walked up to me and said, "Michael, it's time for bed."
"That sounds like your cue," said Pete, who kissed Silvy lightly and sweetly.
Then Danae kissed each of them, again on the mouth, first Silvy, then Pete, then Jai before taking my hand.
We barely got inside before she was on top of me. She pushed me back onto the bed, her lips locked on mine. I mean, I hadn't even had a chance to look at the room before we were undressing and making out. It was perhaps the most intense and forward she had ever been with me. Normally Danae seemed to like to take things very slowly, sensually. She loved to take her time, edging, just bringing us both as close to orgasm as we could stand, multiple times. But now it was like she was in a frenzy.
"Don't you want to fuck me," she said in my ear, grinding her sex on me. She was absolutely dripping wet. I didn't waste any more time, and though I pretty much knew her parents wouldn't mind us going at it like bonobos, I still was a little self-conscious about how loud she ended up being.
That and I felt like she was directing and leading more than usual, and we did a sort of whirlwind tour of our greatest sex hits: frotting, 69ing, everything but straight-up penetration.
It was always great with Danae; as I said she was perhaps the most generous lover I had experienced, but it all felt so good! I thought there was a good chance we might finish in record time.
Each time I closed my eyes, though, a picture formed in my mind.
Danae kissing Jai on the mouth.
Pete and Silvy deep kissing.
Nica biting her lip as she opened her shirt.
Silvy's buttocks clothed in a thin pair of active wear, cheeks sandwiching the dancing pole.
Jai's naked and shaven cock, wet from the pool, growing harder.
Silvy tracing around the head of Pete's cock through his clothes, his bulge clearly defined.
The picture of fellatio beside the huge bed, lips wrapped around flesh and then Silvy's tongue swirling around a cock head.
An orgy in full swing inside the glass shower room, a petite frame with large natural breasts pressed against the glass.
A landscape of thighs, buttocks, hips, breasts, with hands fumbling over them and hardening nipples, genitalia.
Silvy caressing Danae's hand as they lay in the enormous bed, naked bodies all around them.
A detailed fresco in Pompeii depicting an MMF threesome, one of the participants is a priapic god with horns and an enormous, engorged cock.
Jai and Danae passionately kissing while skinny dipping in the pool.
Jai and Nica both going down on Danae at the same time, each steadying themselves with a hand on Danae's knee.
All five of them, standing naked in the sunshine, their hands linked, smiles on their faces, their faces and bodies flushed, each of their sexes' wet, glistening.
I came so hard, and I swear my eyes must have rolled up into my head.
Danae had been shouting so loudly in ecstasy moments before, but I heard her clearly say, "Oh my gods," at the absolute font of cum that I must have been showering out, before collapsing back down and slipping into near unconsciousness.
End Part 1