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CHAPTER 43: THE FANTASY FEST WEEKEND, DAY 3

Saturday morning when I woke up I discovered that I really was able to sleep in. Mom was no longer in my arms as when I was falling asleep. True to Mom’s form she was d****d over my body. Not that I was complaining, I love the feeling of someone’s naked skin against mine. But when I peeked over Mom to the other bed, it contained Tim but no Helen. I carefully wiggled out from under Mom and found the coffee was made and the pot was full. I establish that she wasn’t in the bathroom, when I went in there. And I didn’t find her on the balcony. I stood on the balcony overlooking the back property and considered if I should worry but couldn’t come up with a rational reason why I should. She was down in the property somewhere or, more likely, was getting some morning pastries from the bakery nearby.

I went back inside for some coffee and was just filling the mug with intention to return to the balcony to wait for the others when I heard the door lock being released and the door opened. In came Helen with three bags of what I assumed was pastries, but why so much. I looked inside them and found pastries and bagels but also some breakfast burritos. I gave her a questioning expression and started to ask when she looked over at Tim and Mom still sleeping and put her finger to her lips and pointed to the balcony door. She poured herself some coffee and I followed her outside.

After closing the d****s and then the door, we sat down and she started right in, “You wouldn’t believe what’s already happened to me this morning!” She sipped her coffee, put it down and stood up to take off the large tank top she was wearing. Underneath she was naked. She had kicked her sandals off once inside the room. She took another sip and started in, again. “I woke up early this morning and didn’t know what to do with myself so I decided I would go get some pastries for the morning. I got some money from my purse and one of the room key-cards and considered what to wear. Normally, I would have put on shorts and tee-shirt over bra and panties. But, Michele, I just felt so alive and energized even just waking up. I decided that I would be different today and on my own, not having to be instructed or encouraged by Tim or you. So I found the tank top and put it on. I bent over and looked behind me and … oh, god … I could see my ass! But no, I am going to do this and not chicken out. So I left right then before I could think about it more.”

She took another sip, “I got around the block and was feeling comfortable about entering the shop knowing that I was naked underneath but repeating to myself that nobody else would know if I was careful. Even you have said that my breasts are small enough that jiggling isn’t an easy give-away. Anyway, I got right to the bakery and went in and got the bagels and cream cheese like we had yesterday. Coming out I was breathing a deep sigh of relief that I was going to survive this when I heard, ‘Helen? You’re Helen, right? From the contest last night?’ I turned around and it was two women about thirty to thirty-five. Pretty soon I was trapped against the window of the bakery. It turned out the women were there last night and they just thought we were wonderful, that they couldn’t stop thinking that if normal women like us could do something like that, maybe they could be a little more risqué, too. We talked for quite a while. They had both been divorced by their husbands (both said for younger bimbos) and this was their feel better about themselves therapy. They asked all kind of questions: were we really related like we said; was Barb really your mom; was I really a virgin and on and on.”

I stopped her, “Wait, go back to the virgin question. What did you tell them?”

Helen was blushing, “I can’t believe I was standing on a public street talking to total strangers and I told them. But I did. I told them that it was true last night during the contest but … I hesitated a long time and they kept watching me and I told them that it isn’t true anymore.” She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, “I can’t believe I told them that. But I feel so alive today, Michele. I feel so wonderful. They were shocked but quickly recovered. They threw their arms around me and congratulated me and started asking more questions about it and … I told them more. They wanted to know if it was Tim. They remembered his name. They wanted to know if you were there, if Barb was there. When I confirmed all of it, they said they just knew it would be like that, we seemed so committed to each other without jealousy or competition. I agreed how lucky I was to have found such a relationship.”

I was amazed, “Wow, you really did have a morning.”

“Oh, that wasn’t all. Remember I said I was trapped at the window to the bakery? Well, by this time I was getting very comfortable with these women. I trusted them and they were so open in return. One of them said, ‘You’re naked under there, aren’t you?’ I looked at her and asked why she would think that and she pointed at my nipples poking into the light material. I blushed then and they thought that was amazing. I was naked in front of all those people last night, flashing my pussy, and now I blush. Then one of them looked behind me at the people assembled in the bakery and dropped a flyer they had picked up inside. They dared me to pick it up with straight knees. I looked at them quizzically and then thought of the window and glanced back. Looking back at them they were smiling wide. Michele, I did it and acted like I had no idea the other people could see. The women pulled me to the side and hugged me. I asked them if they went to the party after the contest. They did and had managed to strip to their bras and panties but it took a number of drinks to do it. I hugged them and said a little more was just another step. They are going to be at the promenade or parade tonight and I challenged them to try some body paint over their breasts instead of a bra or bikini top. They might chicken out but they said they would think about it but would be looking for us. They want to talk to all three of us.”

“Again, wow. What made you buy so much, though?”

“I didn’t. I only bought the bagels. The women took me back inside to select more pastries. Of course that meant I was face-to-face with those that just saw me bend over. Then I was recognized more and they got the breakfast burritos. Others wanted to but I told them there was only four of us to eat all this. As I was walking away, I had noticed four guys across the street. When I was about two hundred feet away I heard some whistles and ‘You were really hot last night, Helen!’ I turned around and saw they had crossed the street to ask the people I had been with. I wave to them and turned around. And where this nerve came from I don’t know, but I reached behind me and pulled the shirt up over my ass. I heard clapping and whistles as I turned the corner and went behind a building.”

Shortly after that long story, Tim was awake and his stumbling around had Mom awake. After they joined us on the balcony with coffee, Tim brought out all the bags of morning goodies, Helen went through it all over again, to the delight of us all. It was fun to see her so energized and confident in herself and her place with us. The weekend challenges were having an effect on her as she shared in them with us; sharing the tension, sharing the excitement, and sharing the thrill of satisfying Tim’s expectations.

We spent a little time by the pool for part of the morning. Of course we had to have a cover-up to get to the pool but we used the same ones we used for the boat trip yesterday. Yesterday? Was it only yesterday that we went to the island for snorkeling? These are busy days. But, as soon as we are at the pool, the cover-ups come off and lotion is applied. This at the direction of Tim. He nearly had this choreographed. With several guys also at the pool, our appearance getting naked and lying on the lounges wasn’t enough for him. He instructed us to apply lotion very specifically and then he lagged behind us to watch and to watch the reactions.

I had to admit that his way felt especially erotic but was technically innocent. I went first to allow Mom and Helen to get used to it before it happened to them. With me standing in front of the lounges we would be using, towels spread out, the other two came to me from front and back. They spread sunscreen to every inch of my body, front and back. Helen spent a considerable amount of time on my breast and down my stomach, requiring Mom to help her finish up on my legs. As they worked their way up my legs to my thighs, my legs spread as they got higher until two hands from two women were spreading lotion in one very small area. Even though this was all directed by Tim for the benefit of the guys, it was a nice benefit for us as well. After me, it was Mom and then Helen. Once we were all ‘protected’, we relaxed by the pool until Tim decided we needed to have some lunch which turned out to be some Diet Coke and the breakfast burritos that never got eaten in the morning.

Tim had another full day planned and we then had to get upstairs to our room and dressed for bike riding around the island. He had our short-shorts out and on the bed with our bikini tops. With our running shoes we were ready. We got our bikes right from the front desk which meant that Tim had it reserved and the hotel had them delivered and ready for us.

When we left the lobby for the front porch, we found the four bikes in the front yard with a representative from the bike rental company. He quickly adjusted the seats for us and assured Tim that the bikes could be returned here and the hotel would contact them to pick them up again. Each of the bikes had locking cables wrapped around the base of the seat. Tim collected the keys of each and dropped them into pocket. He also had the backpack which he had loaded with bottles of water, light energy snacks, sunscreen and tee-shirts for us for us should we need that at one of the stops.

Tim had a bike route map which he had marked with a meandering route. He said his intention was not a workout but just to enjoy the sights of the island and some of the history. He kept the pace light and easy so we could talk, point out things of interest and stop whenever we wanted to. Knowing our interest in gardens and plants and landscaping he had asked for and marked locations of recommended local public and private gardens. We came across one within only a few blocks. It was a private home but the yard was filled with gardens that contained lush tropical plants and flowers. We stopped on the trail and from our bikes Mom and I were pointing and commenting when a man appeared at the front door and stepped down onto the front sidewalk.

“Hi, folks. Do you like gardens?”

Mom looked up and saw him, “We were riding by and saw your yard. It’s beautiful, so lush and well kept. Yes, we do. My daughter and I have a number of gardens at our place in Arizona but many of our plants are different. You must put a lot of work into this.”

“I love gardening. It seems to be good for my soul and people seem to find pleasure in view it. If you would like, I could take you on a quick tour. Answer any questions you might have about the plants. Only if you’re interested.”

We were. I didn’t check to see how Tim and Helen were reacting to all this but Tim said this was to relax and explore and he specifically included garden locations so why not. We dump the bikes on the edge of his lawn and walked with him. It took a half hour to make even a quick tour. At one point he went inside to get a piece of paper and pencil to write down some of the plant names and descriptions for us to refer to later at a nursery. When he came back out, his wife was with him. I asked if this was their shared creation and she just chuckled. She said he doesn’t let her in the gardens very much, she has a tendency to kill them. It was a standing joke with them. She had many skills and talents but gardening turned out not to be one of them.

We thanked them and were on our way. Mom and I chattered for half a mile about the yard until Tim turned a couple times and did a circle around a block. He appeared to be looking for something and finally pulled into a little park with another garden area being tended to by a group of women. We dropped the bikes on the grass and walked near the gardens and the women working in them. We were greeted just as friendly as the man. This was the Key West Garden Club. They maintained several garden areas around the island and occasionally had plant sales to raise money for their efforts. It was interesting that the plants they grew outside so lushly were plants that in most of the country were strictly indoor plants.

Tim’s route took us back toward the area of the hotel and Duval but ended at what would be the southwest part of the island. We entered the Fort Zachery Taylor State Park which is 54 acres of protected land. The park had its own bike trails and we followed much of them finding ourselves going past fishermen standing on rock jetty, casting for fish dinner. This was on the west side of the park which is along the Key West Shipping Channel. The bike trail was shared with walkers and joggers and proved a shaded path along the shore and the historic fort. In the wooded section of the park it was alive with birds and plant life. Again we stopped numerous times to inspect a new form of plant that is native to the island or to find a particularly joyfully singing bird. Passing the park’s beach Helen asked if we could walk in the sand and along the edge of the water. We were told later, he had another beach in mind for that. Hmmmmm, a specific beach? I know this man, there’s more to that plan of his.

We came to the old fort and he announced that this would be a good location for lunch. We didn’t want to over eat but the park did have a recommended café. The Cayo Hueso Café is said to be one of Key West’s finest beach cuisine options. So why not. It was a delight sampling of local tastes of the island. We then took a quick tour of the fort. The fort was Civil War era with cannons and construction commonly used at the time.

After lunch we rode out of the park and followed Tim as he headed along the south shore heading east from the Fort. We soon (nothing is that far away) came to a beach section with a sign along the trail that read, ‘Higgs Beach, topless acceptable’. I looked at Tim and smiled, I knew he had something more in mind for the beach activity. Mom and Helen were huddled and came out with smiles, too. We walked the bikes to the bike rack area of the parking lot and Tim locked all the bikes together and to one of the racks. We weren’t swimming, in fact we weren’t even staying at the beach all that long because of commitments later before the street party tonight. But we had a couple hours still to walk the edge of the water. And since we were all in shorts, us women in short shorts, we could play in the shallow water. We had put tee-shirts on for lunch so Tim collected them and our shoes and stuffed them into the backpack. Then he stood looking at us and waited. I knew what he wanted but I was waiting for Mom or Helen to react. Mom did, first.

“You’re waiting for our tops, aren’t you?”

“Yes, love, I am. Key West doesn’t have much in the way of clothing optional beaches. In fact this is it and it is only topless.”

She glanced at Helen and the two of them reached up to the back of their necks and untied the bow there and the same at their backs. I caught up with them and he now had all our tops, too. We ran down to the edge of the water leaving Tim behind. The beach was not expansive or I should say this section of the beach. Tim and Mom ended up walking the edge of the water, casually hunting shells. The shells weren’t good but is one of those activities that just seems to require your attention when you are on the shore. Helen and I, though, were being more active, splashing each other by kicking at the water and bumping into each other. Mom scolded just like all mothers who just can’t seem to be able to resist. Comments like, ‘you don’t have anything dry to change into’, ‘be careful, you’re barefoot’, etc.

Then it happened, Helen and I were chasing along the edge of the water, splashing in the shallow water as we did, bumping each other playfully when she suddenly planted her outside foot firmly in stride and used that solid footing to block her shoulder into me. I would have thought it was a really cool move if it hadn’t been done to me. But it was and I went tumbling into the water away from her. She stopped and watched me go under the surface, now completely wet. When I sat back up and glared at her, she broke out laughing. That is until I sprang to my feet, water running off my body, my hair plastered to my head, face and neck, and took off after her. She screamed but I think I surprised her with my sudden speed, grabbed her around the waist, lowered my shoulder and picked her up. I carried her kicking and screaming with me into waist deep water where I unceremoniously dropped her. She went completely under and came popping back to the surface sputtering. She looked down at herself, then at me and started laughing as she walked to me and gave me one of the biggest hugs. I was braced against the possibility of her pulling me back into the water but she didn’t. It was just a joyful hug and I was laughing with her. She lifted her head and kissed me lightly on the mouth, sighed, and softly said, “Oh, my, that was fun!”

I looked at her in wonder and had to agree, “Yes it was.”

We turned and walked toward Tim and Mom, both were shaking their heads. The mother reminded us, “You know there are no dry clothes to change into.” Helen made an exaggerated effort of rolling her eyes at her that everyone caught, then proceeded to walk right up to her and give her a big hug, pressing her entire body into her. Seeing what was happening, I moved directly into Tim with the same thing before he could react from having a soaking body pressed into him.

Mom shrieked at suddenly being wet herself. She stepped back and looked at us with frustration, “Have you two got that out of your systems now?”

I looked at Mom and then Tim with a big smile on my face before I looked to Helen and we just shrugged like ‘I don’t know’. Then, still smiling, I took Helen around her waist and squeezed her. We spent the next half hour just walking the edge of the water, the four of us in a row, Helen next to Mom and me next to Tim. Mom saw something interesting in the sand and crouched down to dig it out of the sand. It would have been a beautiful shell if it wasn’t broken. When she stood back up, she saw that Tim was staring off down the beach. She followed his eyes, didn’t see anything particularly interesting, “What is it, Tim? Do you see something or are you thinking about something?”

This got all of our attention and we looked to him and waited. He slowly brought his attention around to us. The time in the sun was drying us off but now we were more interested in Tim. “Yeah, I was thinking. I was thinking about your comment if they had that out of their system. And, just for the record none of us would want the energy and silliness to end. It is what brings life and energy to the group. Without it, would Barb have chased Helen through the lobby while both were virtually naked the other night? With only the negligees on and running, the gowns were flowing behind you both and you really were virtually naked. But you were very comfortable about it.” Mom looked embarrassed but Tim corrected that reaction, “No, I loved that. I loved how the three of you appeared so comfortable and playful on the stage last night.” He reached out to Helen and took her into his arms, “I loved how Helen’s first time with a man was a family event. It just got me thinking.”

I was confused. “Honey, thinking about what? Those are all wonderful things but what about them is it that you are thinking?”

“About how lucky I am to be with the three of you. I am truly blessed. I think it must be rare to receive so much love.”

Mom hugged him, “Tim, honey, we are just as blessed. We receive so much, too. And it is a testament to the way you handle all of us and to Michele that she never felt her relationship with you was threatened. We’re all very blessed.”

After a group hug and then individual hugs with more contact and kisses, Tim realized we should be heading back to the Pilot House to get cleaned up and ready. We had appointments for our body painting. Tim still hadn’t told us exactly what he had in mind but did indicate that we wouldn’t be identically decorated tonight. But, we would all be erotically decorated.

After returning to our room, we all showered and did our hair and makeup to Tim’s specifications. Helen and I were to have our hair down while Mom’s was to be in a ponytail. Our make was to be rather simple with nails painted, lipstick, light eye shadow and a light blush on our cheek bones. He had high heels set out for each of us. When we were ready, I noticed Tim was pacing a little.

“We need to be going if we are to make our appointment.”

“Appointment? With who?”

“The best body paint artist according to some.”

With that he handed us our same wraps we used the day we went on the boat trip and we put them on the same way we did that day. We knew very well that fast walking or a sudden wind would open them up to fully expose us. We made our way back to Duval Street and I was surprised when he was moving directly for the Garden of Eden, again. But we followed, he clearly was knowing where he was going. I looked over at Helen and Mom behind me and both were lightly controlling the front of their wraps to keep them from flying open. Tim had not specifically forbidden us from controlling them and when several gusts blew across us at intersections, I found myself doing the same.

Sure enough, as we turned the corner after passing the The Bull & Whistle, Tim stopped at the stairs leading up to The Garden of Eden. I touched Tim’s arm, “Sir, why are we stopping here, first? Liquid courage for us? I thought we were in a hurry to make our appointment?”

“Dear, this is where our appointment is. After some extensive research I discovered that there are more than a half dozen body painters that set up shop during Fantasy Fest. Some setup in store windows so the subject is painted while being watched by the passing public; others will paint the subject in private and then have their revealing when they hit the street. Some painters use an airbrush technique while others paint by hand. I had to make reservations to get the artist I wanted after reviewing the examples I found online.”

Mom and Helen had walked up to hear the conversation. Mom asked, “The artist? You wanted a particular one for us?”

“Definitely. For you three I wanted the best there was and as far I could determine that was Tioti. He sets up shop at The Garden of Eden and has a full staff for the Fantasy Fest event, but to get him specifically a reservation is needed. So, it is time ladies.”

With that he smiled at us each and he let us take the steps ahead of him. At the top we were greeted by a very friendly woman who asked if we had a reservation or if we were drop-ins. Tim stepped forward and announced that we had reservations and just said, “Hawkins. Three paintings.”

The woman didn’t even look it up. She just smiled, “Of course, Tioti is ready for you. It’s always fun to have a family together here. Who will be first?”

Tim touch my shoulder and indicated me by name and with one hand undid the knot in front and removed my cover, then asked me to step out of my heels and he picked them up. I was standing naked in the open with other people moving past, some painted and some just waiting or merely enjoying the sights while have a drink. Of course, it wasn’t the first time I had been completely naked in this bar.

I put my hand out to the woman and touched her arm to stop her. “Could I ask a couple questions? My husband has arranged this for us but … I could …”

“Of course. What would you like to know?”

“Is the paint durable or is it going to come off easily when touched or rubbed?”

“Of course, actually, Tioti has developed his own mixture for body painting. It doesn’t contain anything that might be irritating to the skin like latex. The paint will hold up very well but if it is rubbed a lot it will start to be marred.”

“How do we get it off, then?”

“Soap and water. That’s all you need to remove the paint that we use. And since it is water based, the paint will generally wash off clothing, too.”

“What does it feel like when you are getting painted? And what does it feel like on the skin?”

“It is quite cold and refreshing. A little like hairspray on the skin only without the sticky residue. Along with the visual illusion, the evenly distributed paint can feel like the presence of nylon on the skin.”

“This is the first time we’ve ever done this. When we go out onto the street, will we feel naked walking around? Or, does the mind play into it as an illusion?”

“Funny enough almost everyone that has not tried it asks that question. Once they are painted though it is amazing what the mind does. Because you see yourself in paint you think you're actually covered although your skin temperature will tell you differently. Also we have seen people walk right by others that are painted like clothing and not even blink an eye or even realize they are naked. It's really quite an illusion. The natural camouflage of design and color presents itself in such a way that your eyes believe you are covered. I will give you a tip, have your husband be the "bead collector" as the paint they use is pretty durable, but you don't want it covered up or marred by strands and strands of beads. And be prepared to take twice as long to get anywhere due to the sheer number of photographers who will be asking for you to pose and this night is the big night on the street.”

With that Tim and I walked with her to a hut where we were introduced to Tioti. Tim and he discussed the painting that Tim had preliminarily identified for me. I admit that my mouth dropped open as I listened to them. The laws required the body be covered, even if it was illusionary. Tioti was showing Tim some sketches he had prepared. They were agreeing on the details of the decoration for me as I stood next to Tim listening. What they agreed on was a floral image rather than clothes. The floral pattern would start at my pussy with the stem and leaves winding up my stomach with stem and leaves, up between my breasts and drooping flowers would then mainly cover my nipples and a portion of my breast. There wouldn’t be much of my front covered by paint. In back the stem would continue between my legs and a large flower would be at the top my ass crack. Otherwise my skin would be naked … even of paint.

And the woman was right about the feeling. He used a combination of airbrush and hand painting for the detail lines and narrow parts like the stem and highlights. I stood in front of him with Tim behind him watching and smiling as I felt the first touches of his brush creating the stem and the outline of the leaves and flowers. The brush flat out tickled but I was told firmly not to move a muscle until he moved away for a brush change. As he got close to my pussy, the inevitable happened. He looked up at me, didn’t bother saying a word, and just looked up at me and then the area he needed to paint with the brush … my pussy. I opened my legs and he and Tim both smiled. I felt him making small, controlled strokes with the brush down over my mound to the top of my slit. I couldn’t help it, I shuddered.

He muttered to me as his brush painted along each side of my lips and then right between the lips. “You have to be k**ding! Your brushed right inside my lips.”

“Yeah, I know.” He looked up at me and smiled, then at Tim. “Normally I would use the airbrush to be a little less intrusive but your husband suggested the detailing was more important for all of you.”

I looked up at Tim who just shrugged his shoulders innocently. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help but admit that this added level of exhibitionism was turning me on. A strange man I had never met before and only casually introduced to was eye level with my pussy, my legs separated for him as he delicately applied the green paint over my lips and, like I mentioned, between them, making sure I was covered even if my lips slightly parted. Then, with a change to an even finer brush, he added defining edging outline and highlights to the stem. Then he had me turn around and bend over. Oh, dear god, I bent over and he asked that I pull my cheeks apart. The paint brush proceeded from the bottom of my pussy up to my asshole. How obscene! Now I was spread out in front of this man as he applied the same small, controlled strokes with the brush over my asshole. I could swear I felt him hesitate at my asshole and apply just a little pressure on the opening. I cleared my throat.

It was Tim that responded, but I heard Tioti chuckle afterwards. “He’s just making sure you are well covered, dear. It’s one of the reasons he is considered the best. Attention to details.”

“Details, my ass.”

“Yes, dear, exactly. Your lovely ass.”

When I walked out, both Mom and Helen gasped. Helen responded first, though. “Michele, it’s beautiful! But you’re not very well covered.”

“To the letter of the law, I presume.”

I slipped back into my heels. I knew the intention of the heels was to make our walk more pronounced and to induce some movement to our breasts and sway to our asses. Mom took a deep breath as Tim called for her. She slipped out of her heels and removed her wrap. She went inside. While in there we heard several gasps and a shriek or two. I assumed that was as he painted her pussy. When she came out, I was floored. It looked like she had a tiny bikini top held up with strings over her neck and around her back. On her bottom was very short Daisy Dukes, complete with frayed edges. When she came to us, though, it was all paint. Her pussy lips were clearly visible on close look and her nipples were standing out erect. Mom started to say something but I put my finger to my lips and indicated Helen. She stopped.

Then, Tim called for Helen. She turned to us, “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Mom put her hand under her chin and kissed her lightly, “You know you will. After everything that has already happened this weekend, you know this is a finale. And, I feel Tim has something special in mind for you.”

She took a deep breath, then another. She stepped out of her high heels and removed her wrap. Then she was inside the hut. We heard gasps and moans from inside frequently. But when she came out … this time I truly was stunned. Coming after her was Tim and Tioti. Both had big smiles on their faces. I looked at Helen and she saw the look in my eyes.

“Well, how does it look?”

“They didn’t show you? You look amazing!”

The woman uncovered a full-length mirror. Helen was a vision in white. Most of it she could see, but details she couldn’t until the mirror came out. Then her mouth dropped open and she covered it with her hands. She reached up to her head and touched the short wedding veil pinned to her hair. She turned to Tim, “Really?”

“Symbolic. I hope you don’t think it presumptuous?”

“Oh, Tim, thank you!”

Tioti and the woman were looking at each other with similar questioning looks. But Helen was painted the most elaborately of all of us which explained the longer time it took for her. She was ‘wearing’ a white lace corset, strapless. The detailing was amazing. Her nipples actually showed between the lace detailing. On the bottom was a tiny, white thong consisting of a small triangle ‘covering’ her pussy. The stings were tiny but the detailing was exquisite. They went around her hips and down into the crack of her ass, as we discovered as she slowly turned for us and herself as she watched in the mirror. It was then that we saw that the back of the corset was a crisscrossing of laces between the corset sides. But her legs were covered in white lace stockings painted with equally exquisite detailing including the lace tops with suspenders connecting them to the corset. As she stepped into her heels, Tioti moved forward and asked to take pictures of all of us but especially of Helen.

“I think all of you women are stunningly beautiful, but Helen required so much more effort and I am thrilled with how it turned out. I would like to use these photos on my website if that would be acceptable.”

We shared a brief look to each other and in unison expressed our agreement as long we could have professional copies of the electronic file for our use. He agreed. I had plans on another picture hanging for our home.

Then the woman whispered something into Tioti’s ear and he looked at us closer. “The Hawkins women! Of course! We saw you at the lingerie contest but I didn’t connect it. Tim’s two wives and his girlfriend.” He hesitated as he looked to Helen and then to Tim. His request for the wedding corset outfit for her was sinking to him. “Helen, I remember at the contest that you were a virgin but you were hoping … that your boyfriend … if I am being too personal, please tell me it’s none of my business, but … this decoration choice makes me think … or wonder if you still are?”

Helen only blushed and leaned into Tim. The woman went to her and kissed her on the cheeks, “The blushing ‘bride’. Congratulations, dear.” She turned to all of us then, “You guys are truly an amazing family. I will remember this Fantasy Fest for a long time.”

We could hear even more noise from Duval Street. When we arrived and crossed Duval, the Duval Street Promenade was still going on. It is a daytime event of sassy entertainers, enticing food and spirited libations as the party stretches from the Atlantic to the Gulf. But now the Fantasy Fest Parade was starting and we were just in time. Tens of thousands of exuberant partygoers partaking in the parade of glittering floats, spectacular costumes and dazzling dance groups. And it’s made even wilder by the partiers joining in and adding in their own show of enthusiasm and exhibitionism. We said our goodbyes and thank-you’s for the wonderful paintings and we hurried down the stairs to join in the festivities. We left behind our wraps but suddenly it didn’t seem to matter.

Descending the stairs to the street level I realized the woman was right about what the mind does to your perception of your body, even for me with my decoration. Looking in the mirror I had the impression that my vital parts were covered, even if I was essentially still bare. And the reality was that I was completely naked, descending these stairs to the street where I would be mingling with thousands, tens of thousands, of strangers who would be mostly dressed and enjoying the spectacle of us who weren’t. At the bottom of the stairs I asked Mom and Helen how they felt and they both agreed.

Mom spoke in a low voice to us, “I can’t believe I am doing this. Even with the illusion of the paint, these ‘clothes’ are much more revealing than I would wear in public. These ‘shorts’ are scandalously cut and the ‘bikini top’ is almost nothing. But I do feel like I am covered, but I really feel that I am not. You know what I mean?”

Helen was high energy. “You guys have more experience with being exposed by Tim and I have the most paint coverage. In the mirror and the windows we pass I sense that I am in public in wedding lingerie. The impression is strong, really strong. But I can feel on my skin that I am really completely naked and in public. I can’t believe this, that I am really doing this.”

Tim just walked up to us and we parted to let him into our cluster. “And I couldn’t be more pleased with all of you. I am sure you now recognize that I chose your decorations based on what I thought you could handle by impression while still being challenging even in impression. But I am very happy that all of you could continue without opting for wearing a thong under the paint.”

Mom looked at him, “Wearing a thong under the paint? I didn’t know that was an option.”

“It was but you would have had to ask.” He kissed her on the lips. “And you didn’t.”

She looked at me, “We have a wicked, wicked … but wonderful husband.”

Tim added, “Okay, ladies, go have fun. I suggest you stick together for safety. I will be close by just in case but enjoy yourselves. If you need a drink along the way, just let me know. I suspect a lot of beads will be thrown your way, I will be your pack mule.” He said it with a smile and blew us a kiss. One after the other we moved to him and gave him a real kiss. Turned out each of us said the same thing to him in whisper with slightly different words, but essentially the same intent, “I love you. I am already wet and I can’t wait until we all get back to the room for some serious fun. But you’re right, we’re all dressed up and need to experience this.”

We made our way to Duval Street and people seemed to part around us, mostly to get a better look at each of us I am sure, but the benefit of it was that we found ourselves right at the edge of the street in front of everyone. The drink we had at The Garden of Eden while we waited was strong and had a good effect on each of us. The next float passing slowed in front of us and we heard a chorus of “The Hawkins girls!” The float came to complete stop and they called us over to it. We looked back to Tim and he nodded and shouted that he would follow, have fun. We jogged out into the street, breasts bouncing and feeling an added thrill happening as we climbed onto the float and began copying the dance moves the other ladies were performing. Mom struggled but even she soon loosened up to the point of just moving to the beat and waving to the people. Everyone on the float was reaching to catch strings of beads, small and giant sized, being thrown out to us.

Several people, mostly guys, were recognizing us as well and called out to Helen in her wedding lingerie paint, “Helen, does that mean what I think it does?” Or, “Look at those three, Tim is one lucky guy.”

Looking over the top of the people crowded along the street I could see Tim keeping up with us, occasionally getting trapped in a slow moving crowd but then jogging to catch up. At the end of the parade route on Duval, we got off the float and hugged the other women, thanking them for the experience. Tim forced his way out to us, kissing each of us while getting cheers from these strangers around us as the word passed or recognition came to them.

Tim took Mom’s hand and we joined into a line and squeezed our way into Sloppy Joes for a much needed drink. It was obvious from our energy and attitude that we were just getting going. It was also obvious, to me anyway, that as we squeezed into the bar we would be getting more than a couple feels to our asses. And we did. Being behind Helen and last in our line, I saw a hand touch her ass. She turned in the direction of the touch, found the young man who seemed embarrassed now and smiled at him. She turned to me with an even bigger smile and called out to me, “This is amazing. I still can’t believe this. Thank you, Michele!” I only smiled my response, except for patting her ass myself, being careful not to rub the painted area. The painted thong gave plenty of area for rubbing though.

Inside the bar we were approached frequently to take our pictures and some were using video recording on their phones, moving from our faces, to our breasts and lower to our crotches. But outside, walking the street after the parade was when it really got interesting. Helen seemed to be in nearly a constant state of blush until even she finally attained a level of acceptance and comfort with it. We didn’t take ten steps from one spot to another before someone or a group would ask to take our pictures. Helen softly said to Mom and me, “Very bold and brazen aren’t they?” Guys and gals were taking pictures from all angles around us and asking us to turn this way or that. Some were even crouching down to get a zoomed shot directly at our pussies. Being brazen myself I parted my legs just enough so I was pretty sure my lips were showing.

Wherever there was a balcony, there seemed to groups gathered trying to get women to bare their breasts. I had heard of this for the Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Someone yelled “flowers” and I turned up. They cheered and I spread my arms to them and was showered with beads of every size. Mom and Helen weren’t going to be out done and repeated my display and were rewarded with an equal shower of beads. I turned to look for Tim and found him only ten feet away smiling broadly at our carefree engagement in the activities. I touched the other two and we loaded him with our beads. Who knew what we were going to do with them all.

It was well after midnight when we had to call it quits. We had been in high heels for over six hours so our feet were tired, all the attention over our bodies had made us very horny, and we had a plane to catch tomorrow at noon meaning we needed to be in a cab by ten o’clock AM. And none of the four us were ready for the night to be officially over, but the rest would have to be in our room. And I for one was ready.

I expressed my thought and everyone agreed. Poor Tim had so many strings of beads over each arm that he could hardly move them. Helen asked if it was going to be okay to walk through the residential area and into the hotel like this. Tim said it was going to have to be. When we got to the Pilot House, though, Tim had us gather under the streetlight and he took several more pictures of us. He even checked both ways down the street and then asked us to turn around, bend over and spread our feet out. We did just that, laughing the whole time as we heard the camera clicking behind us. When he was done, he announced that it was shower time for us and he would get a couple a bottles of wine and meet us up there shortly. With that he gave me a slap on the left ass cheek that sent me giggling and running up the steps to the porch, into the hotel and upstairs with Helen and Mom right behind me.

This shower wasn’t like the one at home so we had to take individual showers. But even so, by the time Tim got back with the wine Mom and Helen had completed their showers and I was still taking mine. As advertised, the body paint washed off with just some soaping. We all focused on just getting the paint off and keeping our hair dry. As I was walking out of the bathroom, naked of course, I was greeted by Tim holding a glass of wine out for me. He and I then went out to the balcony to join Helen and Mom who were also still naked.

Tim stood against the balcony railing and faced the three of us. He put out his glass and touched each of ours, “Ladies, this has been an amazing weekend for me. Thank you!”

Mom checked with us and responded, “Thanking us? No, darling, we are so grateful to you. You did a magnificent job of putting all this together and then coming up with both minor and major exhibitionistic challenges for us to perform. When you said you were going to challenge us, I wasn’t expecting all this.”

“Was it too much for you, Barb?”

“I won’t lie to you, guys. There were times, like the boat ride nude, the contest virtually naked on stage, and then what we just did, that I wondered if I could really go through with it. But that we were all together, not individuals, made it possible for me. I did things this weekend I never thought I would be able to do. Darling, you have pulled so much out of me that I never could guess was inside. I have loved what you have been able to get me to do for you.”

“Helen, what about you? Did I push too hard with you?”

She looked into her wine glass for a moment and then took a sip before looking at him, not us. “Maybe, a little. But, like Barb said, if you hadn’t set the expectations high without obvious escape, I wouldn’t have been able to do it. And I also agree with the other thing Barb said, that the three of us doing it all together was huge. And, Michele …” she leaned forward and looked at me now, “thank you, sis. Without your bold attitude about all this that allowed us to follow in your wake, it perhaps would have been impossible.” She looked back at Tim, “So, I want to thank you, too, Tim. You push us to do more, experience more. But you are also right there watching over us and that is such a tremendous security when we are outside our comfort zone.”

For the next half hour, until the wine was finished, we shared feelings, sensations, and experiences with the paint and the street party. We laughed a lot.

Then it got quite. Very quiet. Tim reacted first, “What’s happening?”

I spoke up for my reaction, “I don’t know about the others, but I am wondering what is going to happen now. Now and in the future.” I put my hand out to Helen, “Come here, baby.” I took her into my lap, my hand went to her chin and turned her face to me and I kissed her. Then my hand dropped to her breast which I fondled in front of the others. She broke the kiss and hug me, I could feel her trembling against me. “Honey, a lot has happened this weekend and I am wondering if it was a one-time experience or if you are ready to fully share with us?”

She separated enough to look me in the eyes, my hand went back to her breast. “Oh, god!” She clamped me into a hug, again. She was shaking now. At first I was concerned that maybe it was crying, but it wasn’t. I stroked her bare back while our breasts were mashed into each other. I turned to Tim and Mom and mouthed, “Orgasm.” They both smiled and joined us in a group hug, three of us stroking her bare skin wherever we could.

She pulled back, again. Mom and Tim moved aside and waited. She looked into my eyes and kissed me. She glanced at the others and was blushing. “I came. How could I cum so easily? You guys are the reason. Just being held by you, naked in each other’s arms, then asking me if I was ready to be a full part of your family …” She squirmed around in my lap to face the others, but not trying to move away from me. My hand went back to her breast and hers went over mine and she pressed it into her. “I have to ask and I am sure you are getting tired of my insecurity but … my history … isn’t so good for counting on close relationships.”

Mom put her hand on her knee and rubbed it, “We do understand, dear. That’s why we have been so careful to encourage you slowly. Now, what do you need to ask?”

“I don’t understand how I can’t be an intrusion into your life. You guys are so intimate and loving and caring and open with each other. And along comes this mess of a k** you never knew about. I mean you guys are married to Tim, isn’t my inclusion a conflict for your relationship. Heck, it’s already so complicated with the three of you married.”

Tim chuckled, “Sorry. That wasn’t at you. Complicated definitely describes our relationship. You didn’t even mention that one of the women is the mother of the other. But, Helen, you didn’t barge into our life. We welcomed you into it. And we didn’t really welcome you into it until we really got to know you and you knew us. Trust me on this.”

“But they are your wives. Isn’t that special and private and personal. How can I fit into that?”

He put a hurt look on his face and knelt down in front of her. “But … you said … we agreed, we all agreed … that you were my girlfriend.”

She looked seriously and intently into each of our faces and eyes, searching our reactions. “This is for real, isn’t it? You really do want me.”

“Helen, this is for real. If I didn’t feel this way … if WE didn’t feel this way … I would never have made love to you last night. Don’t get me wrong, you know we enjoy sex in many forms and with several others. But you were different. You were special to us. You were never going to be casual sex for us. So, as a girlfriend, you belong with us. We hope completely. That was Michele’s original question.”

“Yes, it was and it was a long time ago.” She reached out and kissed first Tim, then Mom and turned to me, “I love you, Michele. I love your husband, Tim. I love your wife and mother, Barb. And I love your boys, Cody and Jackson, and I hope I can … love them even more soon.”

“That can be arranged any time you are ready.”

She smiled at that, a lusty smile. “But you all have done something even better for me. You have shown me how to love myself by letting me grow and move in love. I know what that feels like now. I never want to be away from someone I love and loves me. No, I don’t want last night to be a one-time experience. And, yes, I want to share fully with all of you. I want to experience it and to give it back to each of you. Okay?”

“I love you, too, Sis.” We hugged and the others put hands onto us.

Then Tim broke the moment. “Ladies, this seems like a moment that would be fitting for us to all get into one bed and cuddle while falling to sleep. There are just two problems with that.”

I offered, “There isn’t a bed large enough.”

Mom added while patting the front of his pants, “And ladies, our man has a very hard cock.”

Tim smiled, “Right on both counts. I have an idea. Ladies, please stand and step to the railing and bend over, spreading your legs.” He quickly stripped out of his clothes. We were arranged with me on the left, Helen in the middle and Mom on the right. He walked up behind me and I felt a finger stroke over my lips and slip inside my pussy. He removed it and moved to Helen and finally to Mom. “I’m not surprised with you three. Three quite wet pussies, each one trying to clutch onto my finger.” Helen giggled. “So, here’s what we are going to do. To determine who we go to bed with, we are going to play a little game. I am going to fuck each one of you with several stokes in rotation, one to the other, until I finally cum inside one of you.”

Mom asked, “And that’s the woman you go to bed with?”

“No, that will determine who will make the decision of who sleeps with who.”

He stepped up behind me, put one hand on my ass and I felt his cock head touch my pussy lips. He moved it up and down its length, coating it with my juices. Then he pressed at my pussy and I felt him part my lips and he moved down a little more and slid right inside. I moaned out my pleasure at the feeling. On the second stroke he was fully inside me and I smiled. He stroked inside me five or six times. I was just enjoying it. Then I felt him pull out and step to the right behind Helen. She gasped out and moaned loudly as he must have entered her.

She exclaimed, “Oh my god! I love this feeling so much. Oooohhhh … I love your … cock, Tim.” I looked over at her and in the faint light of the courtyard below I could see that her mouth was open in a ‘O’ and her eyes were closed. Then, “Oh, no! Just a few more.” But he was moving on to Mom who also moaned as he entered her.

Helen turned her head to me as Mom was being fucked, “This is fun.” We both giggled as he returned to me. This went on for some time. Considering the change in pussies and the time out of pussy while he moved, he lasted quite a while. But eventually, he was starting to moan himself and require more effort in controlling his actions. When he was back inside me, I felt him twitch and he stopped inside me as though not daring to move. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him as I put my left hand on his left thigh and pushed him to the right. He slowly pulled himself out of my clenching pussy and moved to Helen. He hesitated. I turned my head to her and watched. She opened her mouth and her eyes flew open. His hand was pushing two fingers into her and another was gliding over her clit. He withdrew his hand and slammed his cock into her. She moaned even more loudly. I saw Tim lean over her and his hand went underneath her and between her legs. Besides fucking her hard now, I was sure he was working her clit to bring her to orgasm with him. As he continued to fuck her, I reached over and took her left breast and pinched her nipple. When she raised up until she bumped into Tim, I saw that Mom was already doing the same thing to her right breast and nipple.

When Tim slammed fully into her and held himself deep inside, moaning and groaning his climax, she exploded underneath him. I saw her upper body shudder and shiver as she came, and loudly as she cried out her release. Tim held her tightly, still inside her as both he and she came down from their shared orgasm.

It wasn’t until their breathing had quieted and Helen was sighing her final throes of her body’s release that I realized there was a young couple right next to us on the next balcony. I turned to them, standing up. They were both equally naked. The man reacted defensively, “I’m sorry … we’re sorry … for intruding. But … well, you were not particularly quiet. Hell, we’ve been over here fucking our brains out after listening to you guys.”

I smiled and looked at Helen who was once again blushing deeply. “Yeah, I guess we can get a little carried away. I hope we weren’t a disruption for your stay here.”

“Disruption? Like I said, you guys are a better aphrodisiac than any d**g or porn video. We’re sorry we’re leaving tomorrow.”

“Well, we are too, so … glad we could be of service?” Everyone laughed, including Helen who was recovering and stood boldly naked next to Tim in front of the couple looking around the balcony wall. We said our good nights and adjourned into our room. Once inside we fell onto the beds laughing even harder, teasing Helen about her performance in public.

After we caught our breath and calmed ourselves, I asked the necessary question, “My dear, according to Tim the decision of who crawls into bed with whom is up to you. What’s it to be? I still haven’t cum tonight.”

Helen looked at us and then long at Tim, “I know you guys set that up so Tim would cum inside me, again. God, I love that feeling! Thank you. I had you, Michele, the first night. The second night was heaven with Tim. So, if it is all right with everyone, this is what I would like to have happen: tonight I would like to be with Barb and you, Michele, be with your husband.”

I jumped off the bed and into Tim, knocking him onto the other bed and landing on top of him. I looked down into his eyes, “You are mine tonight, good Sir.”

“But Michele, I feel bad that he has already cum.”

“Not to be concerned my precious.” I changed my tone into a wicked cackle, “I have my ways to get what I want.”

Tim just pulled me down and rolled us over so he was now on top, between my legs, his now semi-hard cock against my pussy. “Yes, you most certainly do, my love. And after you have worked your magic, I look forward to being inside you again.”

We went into a deep, passionate kiss with lots of touching and stroking. The first stage of my magic. I glanced over to the other bed as I shifted my attention lower on his body and saw that Helen was already between Mom’s widely spread legs. My head was in Tim’s crotch and my mouth full of a quickly hardening cock when the lights went out. I don’t know which one of them did it but almost immediately afterwards the moaning and sighs were resumed in the other bed. I smiled around his cock at the thought of our new relationship and what was to come. Oh, yes, there will be lots of cumming, I was sure of that.

When the alarm went off the next morning, the sun was up and shining brightly. But there were four bodies that were still nearly dead to the world but struggling to again be a part of this new day. We had a plane to catch. And it was Mom (who else but a mother) that got up with a struggle and slapped bare, exposed butts to get our attention as she went to the kitchenette to make the coffee before retreating to the bathroom. Mom let us have a cup or two of coffee before getting us going for showers and getting ready. She had Tim go in first so he could then take care of the checking out and arranging a cab for the airport. Once he was done, we went in to shower and fuss over our hair, etc.

Coming out of the bathroom, we found our sundresses laid out on the bed, our sandal heels next to them. Only Helen’s dress had a pair of thong panties on it. Mom and I both went to throw the last items into our roller bags and zip them up. When we turned around, she was dressed and starting to do the same with her bag. Tim arrived about the time Mom and I were putting our necklaces and earrings on. He grabbed his bag and we followed behind him.

We had a short wait in the Key West airport. Tim went for water for us to share. I was sitting across from Helen when she shifted and my eye caught the movement. I glanced up at her and saw it. I smiled big. She looked up from her magazine and gave me a questioning look. “What?”

I looked around us to see how semi-private we were. “You naughty, girl.”

Mom looked up at me and then at Helen, “What? What did Helen do?”

I looked around again and saw Tim heading our way. I leaned forward to them, “Helen, dear, when you are without panties, you need to make sure your legs stay together.”

Mom swung her arms around her and hugged her, “Really? Oh, Helen, how wonderful. Welcome to our naughty life.”

Just then Tim walked up and saw the hug. “What? What did I miss?”

I looked at him and moved over next to Helen, “Nothing dear. Just girl stuff.” I leaned into Helen and whispered into her ear, Tim watching me, “Dear, you be sure to tease him in Miami.”

And she did. As we were sitting in the crowded gate area waiting for our return flight to DFW, she flashed him just as he was about to take a sip of hot coffee. He nearly dropped it into his lap. The three of us roared to the bewildered bemusement of the other travelers. And after he recovered, Tim looked over to Helen and smiled and winked to her. Blowing her a kiss, he also welcomed her sign of accepting our offer to fully join our family.

* * * CHAPTER 44: JULI SETTLES IN will follow * * * Thanks for reading.