They were all "high class" women, so they had a fairly sheltered upbringing. They were all fairly comfortable with nudity in sort of an abstract sense... since clothes were mostly decoration in this era, so the lower classes usually stripped for any work that might damage their clothes. They had even seen various sex acts both among people and among animals, but had been suitably "shocked" by the sight. Certainly, none of them had ever had a sexual experience with any man but their husbands.But,. After a meal, prepared and eaten in the nude, we headed off to bed. Too tired to try anything further we both passed out. I awoke at sunrise and left Karen asleep. Still naked, I made myself some coffee and sat outdoors on the terrace and enjoyed the warming rays of the rising sun, enjoying the sounds of an African dawn. Returning to the bedroom a short while later, I found the bed empty but saw the back door to the outdoor shower open and could hear water running. I stepped outside to find. ”“Holy shit, really?”“Yes, see you do not know “the secret”, Tall and I have been intimate for a few months.”“Holy shit! Is that why…?”“Yes, my husband knows and he is batshit about it. He is a first class asshole and I really have no idea why I married him, but fuck it now you know. So there will be no issues from us. Do her, it’s her birthday she deserves a good fuck.” To say I was stunned was an understatement. Soon the other two rejoined the table and I couldn’t help but get excited. ” “Reeney honey, people never have enough good friends.” Slowly nodding, Maureen said, “That's true.” She closed her eyes and sighed. “But after tonight we won't have Michael anymore.” I started to say something, but Ginger grabbed my wrist. I looked at her. She looked back at me and I understood. There wasn't anything I could say that would help. Ginger said, “Reeney honey, Michael needs to go home. It's time. He belongs with Jeanne.” “I know, but...” “We just met him, but we'll miss him too..