MICHELE’S NEW LIFE – CHAPTER 41

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MICHELE’S NEW LIFE – CHAPTER 41CHAPTER 41: THE FANTASY FEST WEEKEND, DAY 2The next morning I woke to a quiet room and the sounds of birds outside our open balcony door. Far off in the distance was the sound of a lonely sounding motorcycle. I raised my head to check on the other bed and confirmed that Tim and Mom were still asleep. Tim was on his back and softly snoring. Mom was on her side curled into him, her left leg d****d over his, her arm across his chest, and her head resting on his shoulder. Mom was a cuddler and this was her natural position.I allowed myself another minute of being spooned into Helen before I would get myself up and the coffee going. But in that minute of having her in my arms I couldn’t resist squeezing her and kissing her shoulder. I felt her stir in my arms and I felt guilty for having woken her. But she rolled onto her back, still in my arms, turned her head and saw me watching her. She smiled, squirmed around as though trying to get even deeper into my embrace and smiled even bigger. She pulled my head down to hers and initiated a series of increasingly amorous kisses. Whispering, “Thank you, Michele, for last night.”I softly chuckled, “Thank you right back. It was wonderful, wasn’t it?”“It certainly was.” She seemed to be searching my face for something. My hand was sliding over her breasts, stomach and down to her mound. She watched me as her thoughts worked through her mind, but she was completely comfortable with my roaming hand.I kissed her nipple, “What is it? What are you thinking?”Without taking her eyes from mine, she took my hand from her breast, kissed the palm and put it back onto her breast. “I love you.”I was puzzled. “I love you, too.”“No, I mean I think I really love you, like a lover. But not just you, Tim and Barb, too. Is that okay?”I hugged her tighter and kissed her lips. “It’s perfect. Because that is the way I feel and I know it is the way they feel, too.” I raise my eyes to indicate the occupants of the other bed. “We’re not exclusive, dear, just the opposite, we are inclusive. We have a number of intimate friends we enjoy, as you know, but our family group is very, very unique and special to us. You became a part of that a while ago, whether you became sexually active with us or not.” I leaned in to nibble at a nipple and slid a finger between her legs which opened at my touch, perhaps even without any conscious consideration from her. “But we are very happy that you are active with us.”She rolled completely into me and hugged me hard, “I’m getting horny, again.”“Not now. Let’s get the coffee going and get some pastries from the bakery around the corner.”By the time we returned both Mom and Tim were up and enjoying coffee on the balcony. Helen took the pastries out to them and I followed with two cups and the coffee pot. We all shared new day kisses and settled into enjoying the pastries and the awakening day outside.Mom winked at us and turned her head to Tim, “My husband?”Tim smiled. He loved that we were so comfortable in our unusual relationship. “Yes, my wife.”“We know you intend to have us fully exposed in front of hundreds of people tonight, but what devilish plans do you have for the day?”Helen looked at us with a bit of sudden realization, “You mean besides the nighttime activities there will be more during the day? In broad daylight?”I laughed, “Helen, remember that this is the man who had us parasailing naked in front of a crowded public beach.”“I have three options for today: a topless beach nearby; catamaran sailing with a group; or, snorkeling off one of the smaller islands with a group. You choice, I have reservations but can cancel the ones we don’t need.”Mom looked skeptical, “I don’t believe any are that innocent.”“They aren’t. For the beach I have Wicked Weasel thongs for each of you. The transparent kind when the get wet.”I chuckled and commented to Helen, “And those things just slip right up into your pussy when you walk.”Tim just smiled. “The catamaran and snorkeling are group clothing optional excursions. And, yes, you will be naked.”Helen was giddy, “Snorkeling! Will we be able to see fish, shells and corral?”“It’s advertised as a great location for all of those and possible dolphins.”“Snorkeling, please? I want to do that.”I looked at her, “He’ll have us naked as soon as it is allowed by the boat crew.”“I know but I am coming to understand the excitement that produces and we are going to be essentially naked at any rate so let’s do something really different.”Mom and I just smiled. It looked like we were going snorkeling for the first time ever. Tim cancelled the catamaran and confirmed the snorkeling. We had to be on the dock in just under two hours. We each took our showers, Tim shaved and dressed in swimming shorts and tee shirt. Based on that I wasn’t sure if he was planning to be naked or not. We were sitting on the balcony and waiting patiently. I was waiting to find out what Tim was going to have us wear. Helen was still getting used to the idea of the man selecting what you wore based on the erotic potential. He called us and he had three large, filmy pieces of cloth in bright, tropical patterns. We would have only this to wrap around us like a sarong. He gave explicit directions that we tied the corners in front at the breast. When standing this would have the sarong hanging closed in front of us. When walking, however, our steps would open the sarong lap and surely flash our legs, if not more. With that we wore sandals and sunglasses. Nothing else. Our hair was to be long and free so it would float around our heads when in the water. He had this all worked out.We walked (yes, he made us walk in these outfits) to the docks just south of Mallory Square where we had watched the sunset the night before. That was just the night before? This was going to be a weekend full of experiences for our young Helen. And then I thought of tonight, the lingerie contest and then Helen. My smile got so big that Tim noticed and bumped me and asked what lusty thoughts I was having. I told him I was just thinking of Helen involved in all these activities and that was pretty much true.We had to be very careful how we walked and the breezes. The material was so flimsy that a little wind and the material was behind us and not providing any cover. We got to the dock with only moments of exposure to passing people. The ones who seemed to get the best views, though, were the morning patrons at the sidewalk cafes. We got several knowing smiles from people enjoying a morning coffee and our sarongs opening in front of us. I smiled at a group of young college aged men sitting at a table and let my sarong fully open as I approached them by taking longer strides. Once past them, Tim chuckled, “Feeling brazen this morning, aren’t you?”“I’ve been horny since we got here, Sir.”“I know and that is what is going to be pulling the other two along with you. You are such a naughty role model.” I giggled and squeezed his arm.We arrived at the docks and Tim checked us in. Everyone was dressed in appropriate swimming attire for a family oriented public beach. Needless to say we stood out compared to them. Many of the young women appraised us being curious what we had on underneath, skeptical that all three of us would arrive without anything under. The young men who were with women or not were also paying discrete and indiscrete attention, undoubted hoping we were naked underneath. Soon after we arrived the excursion operator gave some announcements to the group and led us down the dock to the boat. It was a good size boat and designed for large groups with a large open area in the back and a smaller area on the bow with some cushions lashed to hold them in place.We were informed, just so nobody was surprised later, that this was a clothing optional excursion so if anyone wasn’t aware of that, they could leave and their money would be refunded. Nobody left. Then he informed us that he would let us know when it was okay to remove any clothes we were daring enough to want. The laws required that they needed to be a certain distance from the harbor and shore. We would be going to a specific site along the Dry Tortugas. These islands are essentially uninhabited and accessible only by boat. The water is clear and protected, the fish are colorful and plentiful, and the shelling is generally some of the best in the area. Occasionally, dolphins have been known to come in when the boats arrive. They are normally quite curious about us and playful.Once outside of the harbor the captain increases the throttle and our speed picks up quickly. I u*********sly have my hand in my lap holding the material from flying open. We are sitting to one side of the boat and directly across from us are the four young men. They are watching the material trying to fly away from us and making little side comments to each other, comments we can’t hear over the roar of the in-board engines bursa escort of the boat. Tim whispers to me, I look at him and the men across the way, then lean to Mom and repeat his request. She leans over to look at him. He only smiles. The men across the way are watching this with interest. She leans to Helen whose mouth drops open and she, too, leans forward to check with Tim. I think she wants to be sure Mom wasn’t just setting her up to something, but in her heart knew Mom wouldn’t do that. As instructed by Tim, we all put our hands next to our thighs and stopped trying to control the material. In no time at all the material was flapping open and exposing our lower bodies in flashes. The men could now confirm that we indeed were naked underneath.I glanced over my shoulder to check on our position with Key West and in the process slightly opened my thighs. I noticed one of them looking intently and not at my eyes. When he looked up, finally, I smiled. He turned a beet red on being caught. The captain’s voice soon came over the loudspeaker indicating that we were far enough from the shore to allow any clothing removal if anyone was brave enough. Brave enough wasn’t up to us. Tim made that choice for us. I felt his elbow tap mine and I knew it was time. I stood up on the bouncing boat as it skimmed across the swells, unknotted the tie at my breast and let the material fall open. I neatly folded it and handed it to Tim. I waited for Mom and Helen to duplicate my actions and Tim put all of our sarongs into his backpack. He took out the sunscreen and flipped it to me and I took Helen’s hand who took Mom’s. We were heading for the bow of the boat. We would be the first things any other boats would see.Shortly, the guys were joining us and had chilled wine coolers for us. They introduced themselves and we did the same to them. I saw Tim coming and was interested to see what was going to happen now. I stood and went to Tim, hugging him and giving him a kiss. I held his arm, standing naked next to my clothed husband, and introduced him, “Guys, this is my husband, Tim.”They panicked but Tim assured them it was cool. This was a clothing optional excursion. I smiled at them, “Of course, my Mom, sister and I wanted something to do today that allowed us to be naked more. We know we’d be watched.”The boldest one stammered out, “Your mom?!? You’re k**ding right?” They looked at each other. “No way.” Then he seemed to get nervous. “I’m sorry, but if you really are her mother … wow! If you don’t mind me being so bold, you look great.” Then he tried to recover as if he was leaving Helen and me out. “I mean … you all do, really … it’s just that …”Mom reluctantly came to his aid, “Relax, young man. Yes, I am her mother and thank you for the nice compliments.”Tim added, “And I definitely agree with you, guys. She is beautiful isn’t she? But, then again all three of them are.The guys got a little more comfortable and behaved themselves which allowed them to stay and interact with three naked women even with Tim around to make sure nothing happened. Soon we were at the island and we scanned the area as we felt the engines slow. The anchors were dropped and we headed back to the rear deck. Most of the others had already been outfitted with mask, snorkel, and fins by the time we made our way back there. All of the other women had taken off their tops but none had gotten completely naked.Once in the water, we stayed pretty close together. The four guys were doing their thing but seemed to be in the general area as us for most of the time. Mom spotted some very nice conch shells on the bottom but was having trouble getting down to them. Helen met her at the surface and offered to try. She took a couple deep breaths and curled into the water kicking for the bottom. We all lowered our faces into the water and breathed through the snorkels and watched. I could see why the guys were sticking close but not too close. As she kicked her legs with scissor kicks, her legs opened and her pussy lips opened. I loved the sight as much as any man would. I’ve been between those lips, men just wished they could.Tim ended up going back to the boat several times with shells we found on the bottom and Helen went down to retrieve. Then we contented ourselves with exploring the reef, looking at fish and only taking the really unique shells. We swam for two hours but didn’t see any dolphin. But we had a great time. There is something very erotic about the water against your skin without anything covering you. We had a wonderful time and spent the trip back to harbor in the back with everyone else. We shared some beers and laughed. The other women left their tops off for the entire trip until the captain announced that we had to cover up, again.On the dock, the guys came up to us and thanked us for allowing them to share the time. Tim shook their hands and then stopped them as they were about to leave. He walked a few steps with them and we found out later that he suggested they attend the party tonight at the Exposed at the Bourbon St. Pub Adult Entertainment Complex if they wanted to see us on stage for the competition. Tim had learned that after the competition which was earlier in the evening there was a pool, hot tub and foam party all outdoors, under the stars. After the competition, the outdoors would be blacked out for a black light dance party, with glow sticks, DJs and large projector screens playing favorite fantasies in video. They said they would be there. Tim was sure they would be our own cheerleading section.We walked back toward the Pilot House and Tim suggested stopping for something to eat. Mom put her foot down this time and said absolutely not. If they were going to be in a restaurant, they were going to go back to the room, have a shower and dress up a little. Tim just chuckled. He was just teasing and expecting the response to come from Helen but Mom reacted first.We did have a nice dinner, and dressed to the hilt. We had wonderful meals of fish, salads and white wine. Then it was back to the Pilot House. Tim sat on the balcony sipping a drink as we got going on our bodies, hair, etc. We showered, did our finger and toe nails, went through our jewelry to find enough to give the same appearance, then did our hair just right.We were just heading for the balcony when there was a knock at the door. I went to it and cracked it open. I was naked and the house rules were that clothing optional was only at the pool and hot-tub. There was a woman of about thirty standing outside with a bag that was from a clothing store. She asked for Tim. I called him and he came to the door and opened it. I stood behind him which became more difficult when he invited her in. She looked me up and down as she passed. She introduced herself as the owner of the erotic nightwear store. She was just too curious about a guy calling to have an order delivered to the room. Especially since the order was for exactly the same outfit but in slightly different sizes. She figured he was bold enough to do it but uncertain about the exact size so had himself covered.I laughed and she looked puzzled. I called for the others to come in from the balcony. Mom and Helen walked into the room, also completely naked and stood next to me, one on either side. She looked at us stunned. One man who had made an order of erotic wear to be delivered to his room and he has three women with him.“You mean … it wasn’t the same outfit in different sizes because you weren’t sure about the size, but the same outfit in three sizes because they are for separate women of different sizes? And you are that sure of their sizes?”I stepped to Tim’s left and put my arms around him. Mom stepped to his right and did the same. Helen squeezed in with her arms around Tim and Mom. I looked at the woman with the sexiest smile I had, “Oh, yes, he definitely knows our sizes. Doesn’t he, girls?” They both agreed with similar sexy overtones.She looked at us, then thought about something, “Say, are you guys the ones who opened up The Garden of Eden last night?”“Yeah, we are.”“And are you entering the contest tonight at Exposed at the Bourbon St. Pub Adult Entertainment Complex?”“That’s the plan.”“Wow, you guys are going look fantastic, but …”“But?”“I have to warn you, some of those girls are real sluts. They’ll do anything to get the guys going.”“I have something planned to make an immediate impression on the entire crowd, not just the guys. We’ll have to see. Besides, we’re just women who have a nice home life. This is my husband, Tim. I’m Michele; my mom, Barb; and my sister, Helen. I think we have some limits that are well before ‘tramp’.”She laughed. “I have to see this. I will see you later even if you can’t find me.” She was still shaking her head as she turned down the hall.We tore into the bag and found three packages. Each had the same thing except for the size. A white sheer negligee that escort bursa came down to just the bottom of our ass and it hit perfectly on each of us. The negligee had ribbon ties at a position right below the breast and another at the waist. A quick modification was made to cut those at the waist off. The negligees were trimmed in white lace. Stocking were include, white with white lace trim at the top. A sheer white thong that didn’t really hide our pussies if you looked close. The shoes were white, strap high heels. I was checking the clock and getting nervous. Then there was another knock on the door and I opened it with a sigh of relief. The young man who delivered it got an eye full. I signed the receipt and dug through my purse that I somehow dropped so I was facing away from him as I bent over, straight legged, to retrieve it. I wasn’t sure he even realized I put a five dollar bill in his hand.Tim was curious, “What did you order? Maybe I should have told you I was getting the outfits.”“No, I actually was out of the shower and heard you talking and cracked the door. I was just curious who you might be talking to since Mom and Helen were with me. I heard you ordering the outfits. We have some that are nearly identical but not exactly. This will work much better.”“So what did you order?”“My plan for tonight.” I opened it and first took out a pair of wool, fuzzy socks. All three looked at me like I had lost my mind. Next I pulled out a long, wool nightgown. You’ve seen the kind, but maybe only in old movies. The kind that buttons to the chin, long sleeves and goes to the floor.Tim still thought I was nuts, “What in the world? How does that outfit work for an erotic nightwear contest?”The last thing I pulled out was a sleep hat that pulls over the head. “This is all for your wife.”Mom looked aghast. “Me? You want me to wear that instead of this? I thought we were going to do this together, not make me a laughing stock.”“We are, let me explain …” When I was finished, they were stunned but this time because it might actually work.We walked the few blocks it was to the party location. Tonight there were lots of partiers going to several different venues and dressed in various levels of outrageous outfits. Some were even painted but that was us tomorrow night for the Duval Street Promenade. Tim led the way with Helen on his arm. I think he chose her specifically because he felt she might be the most nervous. She kept looking up at him and squeezing his arm. He undoubtedly thought he was providing a rock of support for her from the squeezes he was receiving. Mom and I looked at each other and just smiled. Helen looked over shoulder at us and pointed at him and made a swooning motion of her head and legs. She wasn’t nervous about the events tonight and what she would be doing in front of hundreds of strangers. She was too turned-on being on his arm and knowing what she intended to do with him later tonight, or early morning as it might be. I had the distinct feeling tomorrow morning was going to be a sleep-in.Upon reaching the location Tim handed over our IDs at the door to the bouncer. Helen was holding tightly to Tim, fearful again that she was going to be found out when she looked up at him. “Oh, hi! You’re working here tonight?”He looked at her and then at the ID and smiled. “Hi, yourself, sweetie! You three sure put on a show last night at The Garden of Eden! Yeah, no rest for the wicked, you know? Say, are you really entering the contest tonight?”“That’s the plan. We’re all kind of nervous, we’ve never done anything like this before but we hope to just have some fun. Will you be watching?”“Are you k**ding? When I heard you might be entering, I specifically made it a condition that I got my break during the contest. I wouldn’t miss it after last night. Good luck. Oh, don’t let the others intimidate you. Some of them are real sluts. Some might even be pros from other locations. You guys just do what you do. Be yourselves, don’t try to outdo what you see them do.”Helen walked up to him and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. You are very sweet, yourself.”“Hey, don’t say that too loudly.” He smiled big to her and us as we followed our little girl into the building.We found the place to register for the contest and got some quizzical looks from some of the other women. Yes, indeed, their attitudes were slutty even if they weren’t. We just squeezed through and acted like we were walking up to the name tag table at a school reunion. Sweetness and playful. That was our plan. A paper band was fastened to our wrists. This identified us as contestants and got us a couple drinks on the house.We found Tim at a table and had a drink to take the nerves off a bit. The manager went by and spotted us. He gave us a hug each and wished us luck. “Like I said last night. There are some real sluts competing and they are good at getting the guys worked up and it is all about audience participation. The loudest cheering is the rating system. Just try to have fun and be yourselves.” Thata seemed to be the recommendation of the hour for us.I went over our plan for the first round. If we made it to the next round, I would fill them in on it at that time. The announcement was made for all contestants to come to the back of the stage. I held Mom and Helen back and approached it slowly. I wanted to be the last set of contestants. The first rules had changed overnight or the manager got it wrong or we heard it wrong. The first stage was introduction by PA system and then a chance to dance for the crowd. At the end of the dance there would be some interview. The second and third stages would be posing, strutting and interviews.My strategy worked and we were the last contestants. All other entries were singles, we were the only group entry. The woman at the registration wasn’t even quite sure how to handle it. But we got in as a group. This was all or none. I might have gone by myself but not Mom or Helen and this was going to be far better for us.We could watch much of what was happening on the stage from the back but not all of it. Most women were very amateurish and did some bumping and grinding but lacked real technique. A couple were very good and very blatant and I immediately understood the bouncer’s comments. This did seem like they had a lot experience with that dancing but they weren’t local so if they were professional erotic dancers, nobody knew. There were twelve contestants and I found it a bit nerve racking to watch and wait. But after the last contestant before us was called up we got Mom ready. The woman managing contestant entry looked at us bewildered. She had no idea what we were up to.Over Mom’s negligee we put the long, wool nightgown, the cap on top of her head with her hair in a loose bun. On her feet were the wool stockings. Tim was supposed to make his way to the edge of the stage to toss up to us Mom’s heels when it came time. This was a little complicated but if we pulled it off, it could be great.I had already identified the Emcee as the manager from the previous evening at The Garden of Eden. He didn’t have any problem with the fact that it was three of us coming out. “Ladies and Gentlemen, the last contestant tonight is actually a family group of three.” A murmur went through the crowd at this announcement. “The family of Michele Hawkins, Barb Hawkins, and Helen Stillson.” There was polite applause as the sound track started up and Helen and I ran out from behind the curtain and started into our prearranged dance moves from class and we were doing great and then on signal we stopped. Then the music stopped and in the quiet you could hear the buzz of people talking to each other about what was going on. Mom had not come out, but only we knew that that was the routine.Helen and I shrugged our shoulders and I indicated for the music to start up and Helen ran for the side of the stage and pulled out a resisting Mom in her old lady getup. There was murmurs of delight and then laughter as Mom continued to try to escape but Helen and I trapped her between us as we continued with our erotic dancing. Mom’s expression now had shifted to shock at the lewd dancing we were doing around her. We were very good and on the one hand there were groups who were encouraging our dance while another group was intrigued by Mom’s performance. Helen and I stopped for a beat, made an exaggerated stretch to grab the long nightgown and made an even more exaggerated act of pulling in each direction. In reality we had loosened the seams and the nightgown came apart very easily. Helen took Mom cap off and I worked on her socks. All the time my ass was to the crowd and it was doing figure eights as I worked the socks off. Helen and I turned to the front just in time to see Mom’s heels coming to us. We slipped them on Mom’s feet and the three of us finished the dance. Still it was Helen and I dancing around Mom because she wasn’t inclined bursa escort bayan to want to move that way for anyone but Tim. When the track ended, and it seemed to go on a little longer than I remembered the tune which gave us the time to finish, the crowd erupted like thunder in their applause and shouts.We did a curtsey and the emcee returned trying to get quiet. It took quite a while. When he got enough of the crowd’s attention he went into the interview phase. “So, who is Michele, who is the mother and who is the sister?”We went down the order, each raising our hands and arm, making sure our breast wiggled. Well, except for Helen.“I have to ask you three this question because this is so unusual. To have a family of women attending Fantasy Fest and getting exposed at some level might occasionally happen but I don’t know when I have seen them compete like this. What made you want to try this?”I stepped forward one step, “Well, it really wasn’t our idea at all. My husband thought it would be something good for us to do.” A hush went over the crowd and then increasing murmurs, again.“Your husband, Michele? I don’t want this to sound wrong, but that would make you sound very obedient.”“Obedient?” A hush went over the crowd like I was going to be upset, “Well, a submissive usually is, isn’t she?”That really quieted the crowd. The emcee was struggling with more questions. This might have already gone on longer than normal. But he pushed on, he had to know. “I’m almost afraid to ask, but … is your mom and sister submissive, too?”I laughed, “Them?!? No way. But after we talked about it, we thought we could have some fun together.”“So, your husband, is he here somewhere?”“Yes, right there. Tim, raise your hand, Sir.” I pointed to the side in front. “He was the one who threw the shoes up at us. Maybe we weren’t doing well enough with our dancing?”The crowd erupted, again. Chanting went up in support of our dancing. The emcee put the microphone down to his leg and moved to me, “You are very good, Michele. Keep having fun.”The other contestants were brought back onto the stage and while we waited I spotted the guys from the boat and pointed them out to Helen. She waved to them. Then she saw the waitress from last night and pointed to her and blew her a kiss. She made an act of catching it and putting it to her lips. It brought a smile to all three of us. I was stunned how easy and casual we all were standing in front of about three hundred people in sheer negligees.If we had any concern of getting to the next level, they were put to rest when the crowd went wild when the emcee raised his hand above us and we clearly had the most noise. We jumped into each other’s arms and kissed. Several of the contestants came over and congratulated us. We were given a little time to regroup and have a drink. Tim had a drink for each of us and I proposed the next plan. Mom looked shocked but I could see that she saw the power in it. We agreed and Tim was sent to find a table cloth before we got up the next time. I had a feeling some of the other contestants wouldn’t let us go last this time. No matter, it should still work if we could pull this one off like the last one.There were now six contestants left and we would be number four this time. This round was supposed to be purely interview and posing but several of the women ahead of us were adding some pretty brazen activity to get the guys excited. My strategy for getting attention was to appeal to the women in the audience as well as the guys. And you don’t do that by being trashy.When our turn came we were in agreement on the plan. Tim wasn’t aware since we spent most of the time backstage and it did mean divulging some details about our family but I trusted he would be okay with it as long as we were. The three of us nearly skipped onto the stage at first and then moved into a more seductive walk. We stopped together before reaching the emcee, turned our backs to the crowd, put our hands under our negligees, bent over and slid our thongs down our legs. The negligees were short enough that when we bent over like that it completely exposed our asses. I felt the spotlights find us immediately and was sure the tactic worked to show the crowd our pussies.We looked over our shoulders at the crowd and put a hand over our asses as if it just occurred to us that we had become exposed. The crowd laughed. We then turned to the audience and shot our thongs out into the crowd like large rubber bands. Guys were jumping trying to grab one as they flew out. We were still receiving applause as we got to the emcee. He held up his hands to try to get some quiet to ask his questions.“Okay, during the last round we found out that Michele is married to Tim, Barb is her mom and Helen is her sister. But I am confused, ladies. The last names don’t work out.” He walked to Helen, “Helen, your last name is Stillson and you are not married, right?”“Right. Still single.” A number of calls came out from the crowd, she smiled and gave a wave to the calling men.“You are Michele’s sister. So Stillson was her maiden name?”“Actually, no. I am really Helen’s half-sister.” He looked at Mom with more confusion. Helen continued, “No, not Barb. Michele and I had the same father.” That caused a stir in the audience as it hit them about Mom. I smiled. This was going to work.“The same father. Hmmmmm …” he stepped to Mom, “that must have been awkward. So, are you still married, Barb?”“Not to that bastard!” The crowd tension broke and the whole place erupted in laughter. “But, are you now married?”“Oh, yes! Very much so. Very happily.”“Is your husband here tonight to see you up here? I mean this really is unusual for family women being on the stage at the same time.”“My husband? He sure is. He’s the reason I’m up here.”He looked out into the crowd. “Are you curious about her husband, too?” The crowd reacted with approval. “Okay. Barb do you see where your husband it?”“Sure, he’s right over there.” She pointed where Tim was standing. “Raise your hand, honey.” Tim raised his hand and waved. People were craning their heads to see and a murmur went up that refused to die down very soon.The emcee looked at us as if to determine if we were messing with them. “Wait a minute. Folks, please.” The crowd quieted. “Did you just point to Tim?” The crowd was quiet. “Tim … the same Tim that is Michele’s husband?” Murmurs went through the crowd as the people who couldn’t see who it was that raised his hand caught up with the implication.Mom continued on despite my looking to her if she wanted me to take over. “Let me explain, but you are the one asking the questions. We know it isn’t legal here in the States, but we are. My ex-husband was divorcing me when we learned about his other life. I was staying with Michele and Tim while all that was going on. I guess you could say that one thing led to another. A friend of ours found a church and minister on one of the islands in the Caribbean that made our three-some marriage legal there. We have not only a wedding but the license, too.” People actually clapped in appreciation.“I ask you guys one question and it leads to many more. We could do an Oprah show right here.” The place laughed, again. “Just to clarify a point, you didn’t say your marriage to Tim, you said ‘our three-some marriage’. Explain that.”“Oh, okay. Well, Michele was already married to Tim, but the wedding included all of us because it wasn’t just me and Tim getting married.” She paused and saw the look on his face. “Before you ask, the wedding was all three of us getting married to each other. So it wasn’t that Tim would be our husband, but Michele and I are also married to each other.” The crowd was very quiet. Then there was some clapping and then some shouts. The gay community should react to that part of it and apparently were and it quickly spread to others as they thought about it.The emcee was shaking his head as the crowd continued to react. He turned to face us, lowered the mike and said just loud enough for us, “I can’t believe this. You have this crowd locked up with your family structure and clean cut approach to this. This is all true, isn’t it?”I responded, “Every word. Should I reinforce that point?”“It might be good.”He got the crowd to stop and I stepped up. “Since we are living this lifestyle, it doesn’t seem hard to understand for us. This is the way we are, but I don’t want anyone to think this is just a ploy to get attention.” I indicated Mom to come up and we held up our left hands and showed our rings. “This is real for us. And not just in relationship to Tim.” I put my arm around my mom, “It is more than a little strange perhaps, but my Mom really is my lover, too.”There was more applause and shouts coming from the crowd of ‘good for you’, ‘happy for you’, ‘that’s so beautiful’. Then one came from the middle of the crowd that quieted them instantly. “What about Helen?”I smiled and signaled her up to us, “That, folks, will have to wait to find out if we get to the final round.” And of course that helped to insure that we did.* * * CHAPTER 42: THE FANTASY FEST WEEKEND – DAY 2, PART 2 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.

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