The early morning summer rain washed away my tears as I sat naked in a lotus position on top of a cliff overlooking Eros Valley a few hundred meters below. I allowed myself to feel sorry for myself. Two years ago, on Christmas Day my ex-husband left with his affair of three years, never to return. After the divorce I threw myself into yoga practice and even went on an eighteen month retreat at an ashram in India. I found peace through meditation and yoga, but not Enlightenment.

In all this time I never touched another person in a sexual way. The pain was just too great to get exclusively involved with another person and I thought that celibacy was the only way to Awakening. How wrong could one be? When I realized my mistake and that I was called to love all, I needed to get back into the world, the world I knew, the world I never should have left.

I returned to the Valley after my failed sojourn into mysticism to celebrate New Year’s Eve with some friends from my life before my marriage. These friends were all nudist swingers while my ex wanted me to be exclusively his. We haven’t had sex for the last three years of our marriage. When I eventually caught him with another woman, I moved out.

Strangely, the rain also washed away my self-pity. After my tears and the rain, the sun broke through the clouds cleansing me and lifting the burden from my soul. Descending from the cliff, I had time to gather my thoughts and reflect on the lightness of being I was experiencing. I no longer blamed my ex for anything, but the question bugged me: Was I ready for another relationship with someone who wanted me just for him or herself? With my love expanding by the moment, becoming more inclusive, I needed to test myself with others.

Was this just lust urging me on? Or was it the desire to share real unconditional love?

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“I am so glad that you’re here, Sandy,” said Charlize, my good friend. “We all missed you.” She was busy cleaning the bar area when I arrived from my meditation on the cliff. Her beautiful naked body moved in sync with the rhythms of nature. I could only admire her. Charlize and her husband owned the nudist ranch, Eros Valley in the Waterberg Mountains in South Africa.

“A few friends arrived last night that might cheer you up.”

“Anybody I know?” I asked as I helped Charlize prepare breakfast.

“There’s John and Sarah… but they became members during your marriage to that…,” she said, looking to her left as if going through a list in her head. “You might know Monique and Peter… No, they came after you left for India.” She stopped what she was doing and turned to me. “The only other couple you might know is Leon and Nathalie.”

I knew Leon, not Nathalie. Leon and I were a couple at Varsity and he introduced me to the pleasures of the flesh. I haven’t seen him for eight years. I wondered if he would remember me.

“I know this might be tough on you, and remember that Graham and I are here for you.”

“Thanks, but I am a bit rusty in the sex department. I don’t know if my yoni has closed shop completely.”

“Don’t be silly,” said Charlize as she moved closer to me and pressed her beautiful naked body against mine. Wrapping her arms around me, she squashed our breasts together and kissed me. As our lips touched a shockwave raced through my sex starved body. When she stuck her tongue between my lips the floodgates of my sex opened. My dried pussy moistened as Charlize explored my mouth with her tongue. I sucked on it as if it was a throbbing cock. Responding with my own tongue, I played with hers, sending more passion to my pussy.

For that moment my skin became alive. I touched another naked human being, skin against skin, and flesh against flesh. Someone still found me sexy, desirable.

“You’re sopping wet,” said Charlize as her fingers found my slit. “My poor darling. What did he do to you?” She didn’t wait for an answer as she continued moving her fingers between my pussy lips. My legs buckled as the long forgotten sensation of pleasure returned. My nipples were hard and sensitive against her breasts. For a moment I lost control and nearly fell onto the hard kitchen floor. Charlize caught me in time.

“You’ve got lots of catching up to do.”

The forgotten place between my legs were on fire, spreading through my whole body. I was breathless, my skin glowing with desire.

“Please stop,” I begged her. “This is too much for me so early in the morning. I’m not used to this before breakfast.”

“I will let you go for now,” she smiled as she licked her fingers clean. “I still want to stick my tongue into that sweet pussy of yours again.”

“And I want to taste yours.”

I took a few moments to recover before I could continue preparing breakfast. I needed to keep my cool, even though I wanted desperately to feel naked bodies against my naked flesh. How I longed to be between her legs, licking those sweet lips of hers. The worst was after the pleasure I shared with Leon, for the last eight years I had to cover up, to put on restrictive clothes to fit into society. I had to unlearn, no, I had to break the chains I imprisoned myself for so many years. I wanted to be comfortable in my own skin and I didn’t ever want to feel shame again.

“Please pass me the plates, darling,” said Charlize, bringing me back to the present. “Breakfast is ready.”

As we set the table, Graham and the three couples arrived, all naked. I was introduced to Monique and Peter, Sarah and John. They hugged me and kissed me on the mouth. I was taken aback at first but when I felt John and Peter’s john and peter between my legs, I came home. I loved the sensation of Sarah and Monique’s soft breasts pressing against mine. They were all beautiful and handsome, self-assured and filled with joi de vie.

“Welcome home,” said Graham, taking my face in his strong hands and kissed me. His erection rising between my legs made his words special.

“Sandra, is that really you?” I heard a familiar voice behind Graham, who turned around. And there he was, my lost love, standing next to a beautiful blond young woman. For a moment my heart sank. I could never compete with such beauty. But her sparkling eyes, her pulsating aura, her firm breasts and her smooth mons wiped away all fear. This wasn’t a rival but a future lover. I fell in love with Nathalie.

Then I looked at Leon. He was more mature, ruggedly handsome as ever, his black hair tinted with gray. His cock, beautiful, thick and aroused. My pussy started throbbing again, remembering him inside me, making love, sending me into orgasmic orbit.

“Namaste, Leon,” I whispered, holding my hands as if in prayer between my breasts. “And you must be Nathalie?” I bowed towards her.

Nathalie rushed forward, she embraced and kissed me. When I opened my mouth for some air, she pushed her tongue into my mouth. Involuntarily I sucked on her tongue, welcoming such a beauty in my arms. Leon wrapped his arms around us and pushed his cock between our thighs, sealing my fate.

“We all missed you,” said Leon, untangling our embrace. “Never do that again. We want you with us.”

“You don’t seem too lonely with the beautiful Nathalie next to you.”

“She’s a goddess, isn’t she?” Leon looked proudly at her. She just smiled, unconcerned about the complements.

“Worthy of your divinity, which I never was.” My self-pity returned.

“Nonsense. You just never accepted your own worth.” Those words stung with the truth. Growing up in a restrictive family, with a disgust for the flesh, I couldn’t see my own beauty, inside or outside. Leon opened my world when we met. He was a junior lecturer in comparative religions when I began my theological studies.

“Let’s eat,” said Charlize, saving me from further embarrassment.

Although I was the unicorn, they all made me feel part of their group. Sitting at the round table, I had time to observe my new found friends and nearly forgotten lovers. There were erotic sparks in the air. They all seemed to be in love with everybody else. Peter licked yogurt from Sarah’s nipples, Monique sat on Graham’s lap while Charlize and John were feeding each other fruit. Without any jealousy, they turned to their spouses and continued their erotic games. My heart expanded as I absorbed the love flowing through them.

“I missed this,” I said, sitting between Leon and Nathalie. I took their hands and kissed it, tears running down my cheeks.

“Why the tears?” asked Nathalie, as she turned her chair to face me, her legs apart. I could see her sex invitingly beautiful. Leon put his hand on my thigh, close to my throbbing pussy.

“Tears of joy,” I choked. “Thank you.” Nathalie and Leon licked the tears from my face, their hands meeting at my pussy. I spread my legs further apart, allowing them better access. I could feel Leon’s fingers moving up and down my slit, while Nathalie played with my clit. I had trouble breathing and had to steady myself by holding onto the table.

“Dear friends,” I heard Graham saying. “I want you to raise your glasses to welcome Sandy back.” Everyone stood up, took their glasses of ‘spider soup,’ a mixture of champagne and orange juice, and toasted my return. I raised mine in acknowledgement and embarrassment.

“To make her feel at home, she has to perform a few challenges,” continued Graham. “For that we have to move to the Pleasure Dome.”

We all quickly cleared the table, did the dishes and used the open communal ablutions. I saw the men peeing at the urinals, then washing their penises. The women cleaned their pussies. As I cleaned mine, I discovered how wet and aroused I was. My pussy lips were already puffy. It all added to the erotic tension pulsating through my body.

The Pleasure Dome was a large thatched building, about twenty by twenty meters, the roomy interior was divided into sections. The middle was the dancing area and against the sides were large matrasses covered with pillows and duvets. The movable panel walls were open to allow the soft summer breeze to cool the heat from the hot bodies.

Leon and Nathalie took me to the one corner and blindfolded me. I sensed that everyone sat down around me.

“To help you getting to know everybody, your first task is to identify the different cocks,” announced Charlize. “You will be on your knees while the men will present their ID’s to your mouth. You may not touch their cocks and balls with your hands. You can lick and suck them but not touch them. If you fail to identify the cock you must perform another task of a sexual nature.”

I wondered if I could still remember how to give a blowjob. I haven’t had a lingam in my mouth for ages. I had quick glimpses of the men’s penises earlier but using my mouth as my only tool would be tricky. Hopefully I would still remember Leon and Graham’s uncircumcised cocks because I had them in my mouth years ago.

Somebody made me stand on my knees and I felt the first cock against my lips. My plan was to first of all judge the length of each one by licking the underside of the cock from the tip to the balls. The cock would rest on my cheek as I sucked a ball into my mouth. Secondly, I would find out if it was cut or not by swirling my tongue around the head. Then I would judge the girth by taking the cock in my mouth.

Those were my plans but the men had other ideas. They didn’t allow me to execute my plans. The first man didn’t let my kiss his cock down to his balls. He swiped his cock head across my lips a few times before I could get hold of it in my mouth. Once I had the smooth tip in my mouth I started sucking. He stopped his movement and I entered a forgotten pleasure. I swirled my tongue around his smoothness and slowly swallowed it. As the tip touched my pallet I sensed the essence of this man. John was the shy one and he was pushed by his wife, Sarah, to be the first one.

“John,” I said. “Thank you Sarah for pushing him forward.”

“How did you know?”

Then another cock touched my lips. This one I would always know as Leon’s lingam. How I longed to have it deep in my yoni, touching my soul. I wanted to grab it but he pulled away. Then Graham pushed his cock in my mouth. This was not the first time I had Graham, either. Leon introduced me to Graham and Charlize, who eventually welcomed me to the Lifestyle. The last one was obviously Peter. I threw all the rules overboard and played with his cock and balls. I took his cock deep inside my mouth and worked my hand up and down his shaft. He suddenly pulled out.

“I don’t want to come, yet,” he moaned.

“Now for your second test,” said Charlize. “You must identify our pussies.”

I was still blindfolded when Leon led me to the first spread legs. He pushed my face between someone’s thighs. A man took my hands behind my back and inserted his cock into my wet pussy, pushing my face into the waiting vulva. I tentatively snaked out my tongue and discovered that the outer labia covered her clit and inner lips. I had to push my tongue past the thin slit to get to the tasty part. Her lips parted as I sensed that she is widening her legs for me. It allowed me to taste her wetness. I tried to recall whose pussy this is when an image flashed in my mind’s eye: Monique sitting on Graham’s lap.

“Monique,” I said. “Lovely pussy.” The man behind me must be Graham. He picked up a few strokes since he was last inside me. “Thank you, Graham, for this welcome committee.”

“Don’t stop now. I want to come,” urged Monique me on, grabbing my head and pulling me deeper into her pussy.

“Sorry, ladies,” I heard Charlize behind me. “Sandy has three more to go.”

I felt Graham pulling out and someone else taking his place, my hands still behind my back. I heard another woman taking Monique’s place. Again the man behind me pushed my face into the waiting pussy. Her inner lips were puffy and juicy, allowing my tongue to move freely up and down. When I snuck my tongue into her vagina, I knew that this must be Nathalie. For a moment I tried to imagine the man behind me as I squeezed my pussy muscles around his shaft.

“Nathalie and Peter,” I mumbled into her pussy, causing a shiver down her legs.

“Damn,” I heard Peter behind me as he pulled out. “I was about to come.”

The next one I had to identify was Sarah. I knew it was her because I was too familiar with Charlize’s yoni. John was doing me from behind.

As they moved out and Charlize and Leon took their places, I removed the blindfold, kissed her on her mouth before I moved down to her waiting pussy. Leon licked my pussy and backdoor, making me shake with anticipation. With my hands free I explored Charlize’s beautiful pussy while Leon entered me from behind. Then everyone touched and kissed me all over. My sex starved body soaked up their attention like sponge. We became an orgy of naked flesh, making love to this one and then to that one.

After numerous orgasms, we rested, tangled between thighs, pussies and cocks. Nathalie climbed over Leon and Peter to get to me. She settled on me, pushing my legs apart. As she planted soft kisses on my lips, she whispered:

“I love you.”

Then Leon laid next to us.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Before I could respond everyone around us formed a circle, embracing us all.

“We all love you.”

It was Nathalie’s finger in my pussy that sent me over the edge, into oblivion, into pure bliss, into Oneness. My love engulfed them all. I became Eros. I came home.