The Prodigal
Thirty
“FAMILY MEETING,” Melody announced after the boys were in bed. The four of us had been together every night, but we never had a family meeting in bed. We’d enjoyed some quiet lovemaking with each other, Wendy even surrendering to Melody’s attention and then devoting herself to Lissa. But in the quiet, after we’d settled and pretended to be asleep, the bed still shook with our mourning. We clutched each other, trying desperately to fill the hole Kate’s of departure.
We sat in our usual seats in the living room, still dressed. Wendy sat on the arm of my chair as Lissa and Melody cuddled on the sofa.
“What’s the agenda, Little One?” Lissa asked softly.
“We all know,” Melody said. “We’re wallowing in our pain and sorrow. I don’t think I felt this bad when my dad died.” I hung my head. It was all my fault. “Tony! Look up. No matter what we said, it wasn’t your fault. At least, no more than it was any of our fault. Lissa and I have been so caught up in planning our wedding that we’ve neglected the three of you, isolating Kate and Wendy and you. Yes, we all slept together, but pairing up put a burden our group dynamic.”
“Do you think we shouldn’t get married, love?” Lissa whispered.
“Are you kidding? I can’t wait to marry you, darling. But that doesn’t mean we have paid enough attention to our other spouses. Tony, you are still our husband. Wendy, you are still our wife—even more now than ever. I’m so happy you made love to me. But you were responsible, too. We all know Kate has a real problem with your submissiveness. Don’t cry, sweetie. It’s no more your fault than Tony’s. Tony, you never forgave Kate for hurting Wendy that one night, and then you hid your newest art from all of us, even blaming Kate for taking one of the pieces. You didn’t do the one thing that we all promised. You didn’t share what you felt with us. So, we’re all equally to blame. Having our wife get mad and walk out on us has hurt each of us equally.”
“I’m sorry, my darlings,” I said. “I was so cocky about what I was doing and thought I should be able to handle it all. I can’t.”
“That’s right,” Melody continued. “But what’s done is done. I want to see these other pieces. I want to know what a wonderful talent my husband has, even if you choose to hold it back from the rest of the world. I want to be told the exciting news about your graduation. The day is coming soon when we won’t be able to keep up with everything. Things will slip. We have to work to prevent that.”
We were all nodding. What Melody was saying was right. If our group marriage was going to survive at all, we needed to include each other and not lock anyone out. Lissa was deep in thought.
“Wendy, we were leaving all the planning for your graduation up to Kate,” she said. “It never occurred to us to step in and help. But we all want to celebrate with you. We need to start planning for that. This is important, so don’t sit there shaking your head. We love you and we will celebrate with you.”
“Saul and Deb want to come out if you’ll invite them,” I said. “They adopted you as one of theirs, remember?”
“Speaking of which, we need to get them on the phone and tell them what happened. Mom will be coming out in mid-June to help with the wedding and I’ve already told her Kate left us,” Melody said. “She may already have spoken to Deb.”
“So that’s two celebrations coming up,” Lissa said. “I don’t want them tearful, though I know we’ll still miss Kate. I want us happy. We never celebrated Tony’s Nationals performance. We need to do that.”
“This weekend,” Melody affirmed. “Now, I want you all to know that I don’t consider sex a cure for everything…”
“But you’re horny?” I offered.
“Worse than that. I’m ready to explode.” We all laughed. Talk about thinking with your little head. I had visions of the night Melody found out her father was sick in Minneapolis and Allison volunteered to be used in any way Melody needed. Lissa and I nearly didn’t get to sleep that night from just listening and watching.
“Do we need to call Allison for you?”
“We need more than Allison. We need to get fucked. I don’t mean the wonderful, tender lovemaking that we give each other. I mean raw, mindless fucking. We need an orgy.” We were all silent, staring at Melody. “Think about it. Not even Bree, Whitney, or Allison has spent the night with us since Kate left. We’ve kept them all away so we could wallow in our self-pity. But even they aren’t adequate. We need a naked posing party that goes all the way—a step beyond the Bacchanalia.”
“Melody!” Wendy squeaked. “Would you let another boy…?”
“I don’t know that I’d let another boy put his dick in my pussy,” Melody considered. “I mean, I like Walt and Thor, but I’m not that into cock. I might suck them, though.”
“You are horny,” Lissa laughed.
“I’m not suggesting so out of control that people get hurt. Everyone needs to be consenting to whatever they are involved in, but we need to cut loose and see how many orgasms we can have in a single night.”
“When are you suggesting this debauchery?” I asked. I wasn’t comfortable with it yet, but my cock was doing some of my thinking for me. Wendy’s hand in my lap wasn’t helping me be completely rational.
“This weekend. Sunday, to be specific. Through Monday. It’s a holiday. Wendy gets off work at two Sunday and Allison closes her current production Saturday night. Bree, Whitney, and Rio will be looking for something to do over the long weekend.”
“Rio?”
“That’s not all. Sandra and Walt are biding time till Walt’s graduation. Amy is trying to get as much of Sonia and Thor as she can before they leave for LA. Maybe even Amanda and Justin will join us. I don’t think Karl could come back from out east this soon, since he was just here a couple weeks ago,” Melody’s guest list was sounding like posing parties we’d had in the past. She added June, Rachel, and Tonya.
“What about the boys?” Wendy asked quietly. “I mean Damon and Drew.” Lissa smiled at her.
“As it happens, Jack is taking the boys camping this weekend. There’s a father-son campout near Leavenworth,” Lissa said.
“So, we’re having a posing party this weekend,” Melody said as she looked at each of us for agreement. “Only the artist is going to be ‘posing,’ too, so he’ll just have to remember the scenes to paint later.” We laughed and the conversation deteriorated into who we hoped would be willing to play and what we intended to do with them. That got us into demonstrating as we stripped each other’s clothes off and made our way to the bedroom. I had my doubts, but the suggestion that I’d be dipping into new territory was getting me hard and once that started, my thinking started to slow down dramatically.
It started with two hours of awkward silence. That’s what it seemed like. Allison, Whitney, and Bree loved the idea of getting naked with us. When Bree walked in the door, she made a straight line to Wendy and just wrapped her in her arms. I saw my Tiger melt against the redhead and they held each other for a long time.
“Hey, Ames,” I said when Amy showed up alone. “Where’s the rest of your ménage?”
“Melody didn’t tell you? I asked her not to invite them.”
“Things going downhill that fast?”
“I don’t know. I have to decide… soon. They’ll leave for LA in three weeks and I’m either going with them or saying goodbye.” She paused and took my hand to lead me to the deck where we’d often had heart-to-heart talks. “How do you handle it, Tony? How do you cope with the hurt in your heart? I know you hurt. How do you keep going?”
We were determined that this wasn’t going to be a wake. We were supposed to be get high, figuratively or literally, and put the hurt behind us. But Amy was hurting, too. We had to support each other.
“Ames, when Kate left, she took part of me with her. No other way to describe it. I’m not all here anymore. It’s like a big hole in my heart.”
“How do you live with it?”
“I keep filling it with hope.”
“So, I invited the girls first,” Melody said. “I asked each of them how they felt about other men here and the best response was ambivalent. No one wanted any guys here.”
“Should I leave?” I asked.
“No, silly. You’re the artist. Remember the first posing party?”
“Hard to forget.”
“Well, we could start with our kissing game and see if you can do any better this time.” Melody was being evil.
“How big a fool do you want me to make of myself? I don’t want any more of my lovers to leave me.”
“Tony. Please, don’t. Please try to have fun.”
“Mel, have you noticed that people are hardly talking to each other? Everyone’s so nervous they can’t relax.”
“Okay. Then get a pad of paper and pose them. And we’re going to open a couple bottles of wine. Not enough to get people drunk, but we’ve got to loosen up a bit. Oh. Don’t be surprised if there’s a sweet smell of colitas wafting in the air later. It’s legal, remember?”
“Okay. Remember, no one has to do anything she doesn’t want to. I’m just going to set a scene and see where it goes,” I said to the ladies. “We’ll pose one, I’ll do a snapshot, and then we’ll pose another. Keep your wine glasses with you. We’re going to have a toast, but you can drink from them anytime you want.” We’d decided that everyone was comfortable enough with the security of my digital photos that I could just do photos instead of sketching. Everyone here had been in a posed scene before, so this was just another one. Nothing ever went online.
There were thirteen of us all told—the four of us who lived here, our three girlfriends, and Amy, Rio, June, Rachel, Tonya, and Amanda. It seemed there was something biblical about that. Sandra had said she wasn’t ready to share Walt and didn’t want him thinking she was fooling around with someone else, so she declined the invitation. It was too bad about Sonia and Thor not being invited. I’d been seriously thinking about completing my trip around the world with her. I wasn’t surprised to see my racquetball teammates and my one-time freshman cohort leader, but I was surprised Amanda had come. When I asked her about it, she just smiled and said, “I’ve always been curious.”
I arranged the ladies in little clusters like I’d imagine they would be at a ladies-only cocktail party.
“Tell us the story, Tony,” Melody encouraged.
“Okay. The Delectable Delilahs of Des Moines gathered for their monthly cocktail party,” I said as I moved people into position. I was making it up as I went and knew there’d be holes you could drive a truck through. “Doris was in charge of the program tonight.” I positioned Melody as the hostess. “Unfortunately, she’d forgotten to book a guest speaker, entertainer, or male stripper—whatever ladies have for entertainment when they gather for a cocktail party. Donna and Dana couldn’t believe their friend had spaced it all again.” I moved Amy and Rachel next to Melody and had them look at each other with one hand over their mouths. “Dahlia, Daisy, and Daphne were too busy with the latest gossip to even notice Doris’s dilemma.” I put Lissa, Tonya, and Amanda with their heads together. “Danielle, Dakota, and Dale had already had one drink too many and were thinking about cruising the bars after the boring cocktail party was finally over.” I didn’t even have to choose. Rio, Wendy, and Bree all sat together in my recliner with their wine to their lips. It was perfect. “Darcy and Deanna were distracted by Darrell, the server, when he came by with a bottle of their favorite Chardonnay, but Debbie had already come up with a solution.” I positioned Whitney and June so that I could get to them with a bottle of wine and then had Allison pose with her hand in the air as Debbie. I set the ten second timer on the camera, grabbed a bottle of wine and moved to my position as server. The camera flashed and everyone laughed at the scene.
“Debbie? You named me Debbie? I may never forgive you.”
“Be thankful. I was running out of names and nearly called you Deitricha,” I laughed at Allison. Everyone gathered around the camera on the tripod and looked at the image.
“That’s so cool,” Amanda said. “But what did Debbie suggest? I want to know now.”
“Well that’s the next part of the story,” I said.
“Let’s continue.”
“In a minute. I have to run upstairs for a sec.” I headed for the bedroom, opened my dresser drawer and pulled out every T-shirt I owned. I ran back downstairs to find all the ladies with full wine glasses and their heads together. I pulled Amanda out of the huddle.
“Are you game?” I whispered.
“You’re going to make me strip first, aren’t you,” she whispered back. I raised an eyebrow. She took a long drink. “I’m game.”
“Debbie’s suggestion was that they have an old-fashioned slumber party like they’d done when they were in junior high,” I started. Everyone turned to look at me as I fiddled with the camera.
“A slumber party? Seriously?” Bree said. “This sounds familiar. Do we all get to kiss the server?”
“Eventually,” I suggested. There were hoots. “Unfortunately, there was a problem.”
“Oh no!” mocked Whitney. They were beginning to get into it.
“Yes. It was… what was your name again?”
“Daphne,” Amanda responded.
“Oh, yeah. I hope you all remember your names. It was Daphne who brought up the obvious. She didn’t have pajamas with her. The party paused in shocked silence. Of course, none of them had pajamas.” Everyone laughed as they looked at their ‘evening gowns’.
“‘I know,’ Doris said. ‘We’ll use some of Darrell’s T-shirts. That will do.’ So, they retrieved T-shirts from the server’s wardrobe and handed them out. Since it was Daphne who had brought the topic up, Doris and Debbie decided to help her into the first shirt.” I stopped and positioned Amanda as the center-point of the scene and brought Melody and Allison to help her. I reached over and took hold of the hem of Amanda’s shirt, ready to pull it over her head. She took a deep breath, handed her wine glass to Melody and nodded. I pulled the shirt off and was pleased that she eschewed the bra tonight. I restrained myself from taking a good handful. Instead, I took the wine glasses from Melody and had her hold the fresh T-shirt just over Amanda’s head as she bent forward. Allison, I moved around behind, unfastened Amanda’s pants and had Allison pull them down over her butt. It was a great scene.
But that left nine more ladies and myself. I distributed T-shirts to everyone, including Melody and Allison, then took June’s back and tossed it aside.
“Don’t I get one?” she squeaked.
“Oh yes, but you have to work for it. I positioned the rest of the ladies around the room and had them start to change into the T-shirts. When I saw everyone in a suitable state of semi-dress, I hollered, “Freeze! That’s the position for the next pic, but there’s one more bit of the scene to tell. You see, they were one shirt short, and poor Deanna was left without.” I unbuttoned June’s proper blouse as I told the story. She was panting and started unbuttoning from the bottom to help me. When I pulled it off her shoulders, she immediately reached behind and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Asian girls have really nice tits, and I was thinking I’d have to examine them more closely soon. I had her wait a moment while I went to the camera to make sure the timer was set. “Deanna had a great solution, though. She simply grabbed Darrell and took the shirt off his back to wear to the party. Positions!” I set the timer, ran to June, and she started pulling my shirt off over my head as the camera snapped.
Everyone laughed as they finished pulling on T-shirts and getting rid of the rest of their clothes. I noticed about half had left their panties on, but I didn’t think there was still a bra on in the house.
“But I didn’t get naked,” Melody complained.
“I’ll fix that,” Allison said. She was stepping out of her panties and went to Melody to undress her. In a few seconds, both girls also had big T-shirts on. I’m not an extra-large, so I noticed that the T-shirts barely covered most of the girls’ butts, and on some they fell far short. On Tonya and Whitney, the shirts barely reached their navels. That was a sight! We all relaxed and the wine bottle was passed around. We didn’t have a lot of bottles of wine, so no one was going to get hammered. But just through telling a couple quick stories, we were all in a much more relaxed mood and I noticed a few girls beginning to cozy up to each other. I snapped a quick photo of the random pile of girls’ underwear and then put the camera away.
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