I wish I’d worn undies. I can feel the stickiness of excitement on my thigh. I stand and wipe my brow with the back of my hand, bumping the small ta...Ie, causing the coffee to slosh into the saucer. Everyone is staring, probably think I’m having a heart attack! I leave the café as calmly as I can, and spot you across the way, leaning against the railing, your shopping bags at your feet, with a cheeky look on your face, your phone still hot in your hand. The penny drops! You’ve been there the. “We’re getting tea.”The “we” caught my attention, and I glanced back to find that June had also emerged from Kim’s bedroom. Her hair was unkempt and she wore one of Kim’s pajama sets. She gave me a cute little wave in passing as she headed into the kitchen as well.Five minutes later, all three young women joined me and BJ in the living room. Kim and I surrounded our son on the floor, half-playing with him and half-chatting with the others in adult conversation. Dawn sat on the couch just behind. ‘Don’t ask questions. About six o’clock, alright?’‘Yeah. Wow.’ I didn’t know what else to say.Martin laughed. ‘Wow, oh yeah. Are you looking forward to seeing what my girl has to offer? She’ll be totally nude for you. Full-frontal, dude. You’ll see everything. I’m so excited for you.’‘Wow,’ I said again. And then: ‘But won’t she mind? Don’t you mind?’Martin laughed again. ‘We share everything, buddy. You know, we tell each other what girls we’re fantasising over, that sort of thing. We don’t. Of course all of us had shed our sarongs and were completely nude. But one of the surprising things I've discovered is that once the novelty of being naked in mixed company has worn off, the driving sexual urge first associated with it also seems to diminish. That is not to say that there is any less desire or interest in carnal activities. It was not at all unusual for one of our "swimming" parties to turn into a wild sex session. Not a planned orgy as such, but erotic couplings could start at.