Crystal Clear - Book 1 of 3

by Robert Wolf

More stories about Jim Mellon and Crystal Lee

©Copyright 2013-2024 by Robert Wolf

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 This story is a fictional parody, and is neither true, nor approved of by the celebrities named in the story. The use of real places and names in the story is only to enhance the realism of this fiction. The Supreme Court of the United States has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of "Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in this story, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. The author believes in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material, and the author believes that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision.

This story begins the long-awaited continuation of the Road Trip series. You need not read that series to enjoy this one, although reference is made to events and characters in that story to tie this story and that one together. This story is fiction; well, most of it is.

Chapter 1 - Jim’s New Life After the Road Trip

My meditation was broken by the almost inaudible sound of a footstep nearby. I sensed an animal; but instead of jerking my head around to look I remained absolutely still and fully opened my eyes.

From my right side, a fawn moved into the clearing with me - light brown with white markings, large dark eyes full of curiosity. The pretty animal knew I didn’t belong, yet obviously didn’t fear me. It approached and sniffed at my ear. Not too far away, I heard the heavier footfalls of the mother.

I slowly turned my head to stare face-to-face with the fawn. She looked back with beautiful loving eyes. Over her head, I could see the mother slowly and cautiously come into the clearing. She watched me closely.

I sat cross-legged in the mossy clearing wearing nylon running shorts, a singlet, and running shoes. I exuded my male aroma owed to the seven-mile run that I had ended moments before stopping here, near the house, for a brief time of meditation.

The doe shook her head slightly, and the fawn backed away from me at the nearly silent command. Just for kicks, I nodded slowly at the doe, as though to say thank you for visiting. She too nodded, turned, and pranced away with the fawn in close file. She didn’t bolt or run; she pranced.

The moment was touching, and I gazed back at the shaft of light through the conifers I’d been using to focus my meditation and thought with thanks for the closeness I had felt with the animals. A minute later, I acknowledged that the pair had irreparably disturbed my concentration, so I rose and started to walk the last half-mile to the large house that Crystal owned outside Nashville.

I did have so much to be thankful for.

From the low point in my life when my young wife Karen had died, I’d rebuilt an old Harley Davidson motorcycle and started on a road trip across America - a road trip to grieve and re-find my center. I carried Karen with me, surely in my heart; and I had distributed a part of her ashes in each of the lower forty-eight states. I’d expected a solitary journey where I wallowed in grief at my loss, yet as I traveled, I met many interesting and loving people - often going out of my way to help them in some way. I even got shot in the process in Alabama, yet each person made my life better, and helped me ‘up’ in some way.

Surprisingly, I seldom slept alone in my travels from Massachusetts through New England and then to California, and the journey took months. The sex started when I visited Lauren, Karen’s sister and my sister-in-law, in Vermont. A near look-alike for my late wife, we’d quickly formed a physical relationship in which neither of us could get enough sex from the other. Although we parted as I continued my trip, she reconnected with me a couple of times along my journey, even joining me at my sister’s home in San Diego where along with others we put the last of Karen’s ashes into the Pacific Ocean. Lauren also made me promise to give her the graphic details of my sexual exploits along my trip; I promised her believing at the time that I’d have a chaste trip across country.

Something else happened in my travels - sexually - that had never before occurred in my life. I had sex with more than one woman at a time, and later shared a foursome with another man - although neither of us was into other guys. At first in Pennsylvania, and then in other states as I went west, group sex was often the norm. In Oklahoma, I became part of an orgy after a debutante’s ball. Yes, my life changed a lot on my trip. I often wondered what kind of pheromones I’d started emitting. I’m an Average Joe coming up on forty, yet when I met a pretty woman, we ended in bed more often than not.

Besides a loving relationship with Lauren, at least three other centers of gratitude registered in my mind as the big house came into view. First, I’d formed a sexual relationship with my sister Anna. Against social norms, we’d found we cared deeply for each other as both siblings and lovers.

Second, I’d met and fallen in love with Crystal Lee - America’s country music sweetheart, and fortunately, the feeling was mutual.

Third, I’d also had a loving relationship with Ellen Lee, Crystal’s younger sister. She worked with Terry Ross, Crystal’s agent, who helped organize her appearances, travel, concerts, and recording sessions.

Crystal saw some things in me that came to light pretty quickly after our chance meeting when my road trip took me through Tennessee. She saw me as the lover she’d been looking for, and for a good portion of our time over the past year since then we’d been bouncing around together in one bed or another satisfying our mutual urges.

Crystal also saw a talent in me I didn’t even know I had: singing country music. We did a song together called “Texas Dawn” that alone spent over forty weeks on the country music charts and that I frequently heard on the radio since then. We did an album together that made the top of the charts, and she coached me to do some solo music that also made the hit parade. I became a bono fide country music singer - even a star in a matter of weeks. Jim Mellon was now a name known in every household in the western world.

Crystal and I had a highly sexed relationship from the get-go - very highly sexed. We both acknowledged that we had an ‘open’ relationship, easily admitting others, including Ellen. This made my trip across country guilt free as I enjoyed sexual relations and new friendships in almost every state. The requirement was that I shared the details - the nitty-gritty, sexual, wet, orgasmic details - with Crystal … and with Lauren who asked the same of me … and with Anna who also asked. The whole ‘family’ had an interlace of highly sexed and loving relationships.

As I got sucked into the country music industry, I quickly adopted Terry Ross, Crystal’s agent, and Ellen to help my own music career. Terry was in his early thirties, and a ball of fire about making high payoff events happen for the two of us. We stood amazed at some of deals he put together that put us and our music out in front of the world - and made us all a lot of money.

Crystal introduced Ellen to me early in our relationship - and I mean that in a sexual way. If I hadn’t fallen in love with Crystal first, I would have picked Ellen. The two were beautiful, smart women with upbeat personalities and loads of talent. Crystal found her primary skill in singing and entertainment; Ellen excelled at arrangements and all the behind the scene preparations. She also had an artistic streak that would later influence our lives together.

Terry and Ellen became a pair; however, we shared partners often as we moved about the country or did concerts. Our foursomes became frequent and filled with pleasure and caring for each other. There were often times on my cross-country journey when Ellen and I got to spend significant quality and erotic time together.

Crystal and I were targets for the press too - the paparazzi. One overzealous photographer caught Terry, Ellen, Crystal, and me swapping partners in a fuck fest in the great outdoors on a lake near Branson, Missouri. The pictures were scandalous and career destroying. I used some skills I’d learned in the Special Forces to take the memory card with the pictures from the photographer’s camera in the middle of the night. He figured out what had happened, and for spite he stalked Crystal and me all over the country until some friends helped me put a stop to his menacing harassment through sheer intimidation - not a tactic I favored, but it had worked.

I strode across the large backyard and up the back steps to the rear terrace of the rambling house and then into the living room. Crystal and Ellen were talking, both still in their sleeping attire - short t-shirts that revealed a lot of leg and on Ellen, the curve of her sexy buttocks. Neither wore anything beneath the tee - I knew.

I leaned in and kissed each of the women good morning, receiving a ‘pee-yew from each, the holding of their noses, and immediate urging of me to shower. As I moved away toward the bathroom we shared, I told them about the doe and fawn on the back property. Both seemed amazed and pleased. Deer were not uncommon in these parts; however.

I stripped off my running shoes and clothes and went into the large shower bay off the master bath. Water jets could be turned on at three different levels from two sides, as well as overhead. I adjusted the temperature and stepped into the spray. The endorphins of the run still surged through my system sustaining my ‘runner’s high.’ Yet, when the warm water surged over my body, I instantly felt another high of pleasure at the sensation.

A couple of drops of shampoo in one hand led to a full head of suds; my eyes squeezed shut to keep the suds out. Before I opened my eyes, I sensed the presence of two others sliding into the shower stall.

Crystal and Ellen caressed my body and pushed their wet nude bodies against me as I rotated my head under the nozzle washing away the shampoo suds.

Ellen said playfully, “We thought we’d join you. You’re always so much fun in the shower because you have body parts that we don’t, and we get to play with them in here.” Her hand carefully grasped my swinging cock in a solid lock; she rubbed the head against her wet hip.

Crystal’s breasts teased my back; I could feel her erect nipples moving around in small intentional circles as her hands encircled my torso and started to stroke my nipples - a sensation that can often give me a hard-on the consistency of rebar steel.

Ellen pulled my head down for a long and passionate kiss. My mind raced through the experiences the three of us had shared the night before. She said, “Oh my, someone is having nice and nasty thoughts.” After a pause she added with a touch of humor, “Have I ever felt you this hard before … oh, wait! It was just last night when you were pounding my little pussy with this big stick, and leaving all sorts of white fluids all over my body.” She laughed at her own humor; Ellen had a great sense of humor.

Crystal slid under my arm to join her sister in front of me; the jet sprays from the shower at her back. “Oh, wow! You’ve got a blue veiner. Did my sis do that to you in just those few seconds?”

I responded with a bit of pant, “Sort of, plus your stimulation, and I thought about the three of us last night.” As I talked, Crystal had started to kiss my chest and lick my nipples. I fondled one of her breasts with one hand, as I dipped slightly so I could insert a finger into Ellen’s slit - she groaned in pleasure into my left side.

Crystal and Ellen took turns washing me with some soap, I rubbed my soapy hands all over their wonderful nude bodies, and we did a quick rinse. The water went off, and both girls bent over, spreading their butt cheeks back at me. They both held onto a small tiled seat in the shower stall.

Without even using my hands for guidance, I slid into Crystal’s cunt - slowly, but with certainty until every inch of my shaft had been engulfed by her warm satin sheath. She moaned.

I slowly pulled my cock out, covered in her juices and probably even the juices we all shared last night. I moved to my right and held Ellen’s hips as my cock sank into her quim. Again, I moved slowly allowing my entire length to penetrate before stopping and allowing her to savor the fullness of our love.

“Oh, Jim. That feels so … so good. I love this. I love you.”

I extracted rapidly this time, jerking my cock from deep within Ellen into the air in a split second. Ellen whimpered, “Oh fuck, I’m cuming. Please put it back in just for a minute.” I slid slowly back into her, and as I did, I could feel her vagina spasm around my shaft as her orgasm struck like a lightning bolt.

Crystal reached down to where Ellen and I were joined and diddled her sister’s clitoris with two fingers vibrating at some erotically high frequency. Ellen threw her head back, “Oh, fuccccccck.” I leaned in and kissed Ellen’s shoulder and stroked her wet back.

After Ellen’s pleasure had passed by her, I disengaged from Ellen; Crystal turned her backside to me, bending over again. Wet with Ellen’s juices, I slipped back into Crystal’s warm cunt, this time starting as oscillation of my hips that started with small imperceptible movements and grew until each of my oscillations consisted of near extraction from her pussy followed by rapid deep penetration, and then extraction again.

Our bodies slapped together, the sound filling the room. Ellen had turned to sit on the tile seat and watched us. Crystal moved to kiss her sister - passionately. “I love you, Ellen. I … I love this … what we do … what we’ve become … how we all blend and fit together.” Ellen kissed back and fondled her sister’s swaying breasts. The two women were sisters, yet before I met them their relationship had already extended beyond that simple label to a mutual incestuous love affair.

Ellen reached down to where my cock penetrated her sister, and repeated the gesture Crystal had done to her minutes before - a rapid, staccato movement of fingers atop her clitoris and right next to my slick dick. Crystal came, and I marveled at the similarity of sensations I felt as she came. This time I allowed myself to jet my seed into her body; my jets filling her cavity to the point of overflow.

When our orgasms had passed and I pulled slowly away from her body; a rivulet of my sperm trickled out of Crystal’s pussy. Ellen scooped up some of the cum on one finger and then tasted the effluent with an evil smile directed at me. She held her finger up to me, and I licked it. I’d learned that tasting one’s own fluids was neutral to me, but highly erotic to them.

Crystal also caught some of my jism and demonstrated her preference for its taste. We eventually turned the water back on and rinsed off the morning sex juices.

* * * * *

Crystal walked into the room with her iPhone held tightly against her ear. Ellen lay beside me on the large chaise working on a graduate-level music theory course on her iPad. I could occasionally hear the overtones of music through the earbuds she wore. Ellen was a superb student, and had resolved to learn every nuance of the music and entertainment industry. Both Crystal and I encouraged her, hoping that someday she’d move more into the spotlight with us.

I shifted my attention to Crystal, trying to guess who she spoke with. I could hear one side of the conversation: “They think I have a great body.” Pause. “Has any other country singer done this?” Pause. “You really think it’ll help sales?” Pause. “OK, OK, I’ll think about it.” Pause. “I love you too - you slave driver. Talk to you Monday, Bye.” By then, I had guessed it was Terry.

Crystal plopped down on the luxurious white sofa next to me. “That was Terry. Playboy called him, and they want me to be their Playmate of the Month in six to twelve months, maybe even for their Christmas edition. He says it’s a big deal. They want to do a photo shoot, a spread about me, and everything. What do you think?” She carefully studied my reaction. As Crystal’s agent, if Terry thought some publicity activity had merit, it did. This seemed different; however.

I gave her my initial reaction, “Cool, I like the idea; I always like to see you naked, and now I’ll have pictures, too. How wonderful!” Crystal threw a half-hearted punch at my arm. I speculated further and more rationally, “But how will it affect your career - our careers? What image of you or us will persist after the pictures come out? Is it too scandalous for this industry?”

Crystal looked pensive. She stared out the window at the small, rustic stream running behind her suburban Nashville home - if you could call homes on heavily wooded five-acre lots suburban. She’d earned this property by working hard and becoming the number one country music singer in the country for three years running. Her rise to fame showed no tendency to dim as she popped out one recording after another that were hits, many with me.

Crystal Lee had at least one top single on the music charts every month since I’d met her well over a year earlier. She was a stunning woman that oozed sex appeal, yet she could also maintain that ‘girl next-door’ country-western’ style to go with it that attracted fans and kept her grounded. She was smart, understood the music and entertainment business, and often came up with her own promotion ideas or solutions to some of the problems faced by a country singer who spent much time touring, making public appearances, and doing radio or television appearances.

I suggested, “Why don’t we do a little research on the Internet and see who else has done it, and what the fallout has been for them, if any?”

Crystal walked ahead of me to my den - the place she calls my ‘man cave.’ I had been writing up my escapades from a year or two earlier when I rode cross-country - this was the X-rated version. I’d been publishing them on the Internet a chapter at a time, state by state, with the overall title ‘Road Trip.’ With all the sex I wanted to write about - stuff that happened in almost every state - I had to disguise my authorship, so I’d adopted a nom de plume.’

Terry describes my road trip as ‘fucking my way across the USA.’ He’s right; I had many sexual encounters, yet I helped some people along the way. One time I even got shot stopping a rape in Alabama. That wound healed and went along with half-a-dozen other major wounds from various weapons that I’d collected from menaces when I was a Green Beret and working outside the country.

As I walked behind Crystal, I marveled at how her Daisy Duke shorts accentuated the curve of her ass and the way her backside sashayed in the sexiest way possible when she walked. Those short shorts were her favorite apparel, and when worn in public helped her sell records and albums by the thousands. No one should doubt that sex sells.

After an hour of Internet research, we knew that no female country music star had appeared as a Playboy centerfold, at least any of note. Some rock and pop singers had appeared, among them Madonna, Debbie Gibson, and Tiffany - the latter when she had been almost my age - thirty-eight. Others had appeared nude in other magazines or in released PR photos. Other playmates who listed themselves as ‘singers’ neither Crystal nor I had ever heard of, and we knew the music industry. The closest to a country singer doing a foldout that we could find was Lee Ann Rimes who had been asked and had stated she felt flattered, but ‘no’.

Crystal posited, “Why do you suppose no well-known country singers have appeared in some men’s magazine?”

I speculated, “It probably has to do with not wanting to blow away their squeaky clean, ‘girl next door’ image; you know: wholesome, ripe, pretty, acceptable, desirable, and maybe available - but still pure. A few pushed the envelope, like Dolly with her ‘double-Ds’ and lots of cleavage, but no one appears to have uncovered any really interesting skin in this music genre.”

Crystal said with a chuckle, “Maybe it’s about time somebody spices up the country music scene by showing a whole lot of skin.” She thought for a moment and asked, “What do you think I should do?”

I thought for a moment and responded, “The world’s different today than even five or ten years ago. With the wide availability of porn and erotica on the Internet, I expect a few risqué photos of a country star in a mag like Playboy has become totally acceptable. That said, I think we should do some more research.” I grinned at Crystal and mimed riding a motorcycle with my hands.

Following up on that statement, Crystal and I left Ellen studying her music course and took a motorcycle ride to a backwater ‘7-11’ store. I bought the current and back issues of Penthouse, Playboy, and three other porn magazines. As I paid, the clerk refused to make eye contact but put them all in a paper bag. I also bought a six-pack. Crystal had wisely waited outside wearing her helmet to avoid recognition.

Back at the house, Crystal and I poured through the magazines studying the photography layouts and trying to make a more objective decision. I got a hard-on that wouldn’t go away during our ‘research.’

“There’s lots of pussy shots,” Crystal observed, flipping open an issue of Penthouse on the couch between us so I could see the erotica. “You can’t have a photo spread in one of these mags without maximum exposure - and I mean lips, gorgeous big pussy lips. You can see their labia, and in some pictures even their vagina - the hole, I mean. Look at this one.” She pointed to one particular picture.

I responded, “That’s so guys can jerk off with the mental image of fucking the girl in the photo. The competition to Playboy and Penthouse shows raw intercourse from every point of view, and more than likely with two, three, or more guys ganging up on one pretty damsel, in multiple orifices, and that’s before we get to the kinky stuff like bondage or sadism.”

“Do you suppose they’d let me do a more subdued appearance, one more suitable for a ‘girl next door’ as you put it?” Neither of us knew the answer to that. Crystal emailed a reply to Terry on her iPad suggesting ‘erotic but demure’ photography, and asking whether Playboy would be interested in something like that instead of an ‘all-out frontal assault,’ as she called it.

Chapter 2 - Worrying the Playboy Photos

Two days later, Crystal and I met Terry at the recording studio to rehearse some new songs that had been written by a rising songwriter from Nashville - Jake Randall. Jake barely looked sixteen, yet he wrote good music: catchy tunes and memorable lyrics. We all liked his work.

Over a break, Terry told us, “I talked with Charlie Spencer, Playboy’s artistic director. I passed along your suggestion and request to him, and he said they would remain interested, even without the full beaver and vagina shots. He did tell me that without the beaver shot, the spread would have to be extra arty and in keeping with the intellectual tone of the other parts of the magazine. He also wanted free rein to promote the issue and your appearance in it.”

I interjected with a sudden brain flash, “Wait. I know just the person who can take that kind of picture - any kind of picture. She can even make a beaver shot look artistic and not pornographic. I know her work very well.” I had a flash of two pictures that hung in my office - deeply shadowed nudes of the photographer herself.

Terry and Crystal looked at me; “Huh? Who?”

I turned to Terry, “Brite Reber, the photographer you had take some pictures of me a year ago during my road trip when I was in Minnesota. She’s very picky about whom, what, and how the photos come out.” Besides taking pictures of me, Brite and I had a passionate few days together; she had a unique way of making love I so enjoyed.

Terry instantly recalled the photos; one of me had become the cover of my first album entitled ‘Road Trip’. He nodded slowly, acknowledging that using Brite might be the smartest move we could make.

“Let me see if Playboy will accept her work. We’d give her a byline; of course.” Terry disappeared down the hallway, madly pushing the icon buttons on his smart phone. As we finished the next song, he returned and told Crystal, they’re more than happy to use Brite’s work, but Charlie cautioned that it’s impossible to get any studio time with her; he told me he tried not too long ago. They love her work.”

Crystal and I spent the rest of the morning scanning through some new music. Terry and some of the Sony Music people had selected possible songs for a new album or albums, plural, from Jake’s work. Jake would sing the song and play the accompaniment on a keyboard; Crystal and I would get in the spirit of the song; and then we’d work with Jake and a couple of other musicians and drive through the entire song. Often, we’d do each song a few times, working on harmony, pace, dramatic pauses, who sang what, and such.

Our approach went along as usual, until I turned the page in the playbook that had been prepared for us, and came to a song entitled ‘The Naked Truth’ - Jake’s title for the song.

I started jumping around the studio in my excitement, waving the first page of the song I’d ripped from the notebook. “THIS IS IT! This is the next album we do. This is the title song. We use some of Crystal’s sexy pictures as the cover - the pictures of her nude … well, spiced up, or whatever. Lots of albums have nudity on the covers. We call the album ‘The Naked Truth’. A couple of the other songs we just reviewed also have titles along the same line: ‘Revealed,’ and ‘In the Light,’ to name two of them. You could have a photo per song in an insert on the physical CD. Heck, we could even promote the issue of Playboy that she appears in.” I babbled away, spewing ideas all over the room.

At the word “naked” Jake had perked up, casting a leering glance at Crystal. Crystal struck an obvious sexy pose for him, pushed her ass clad in only those Daisy Duke shorts at him, and then stuck her tongue out in his direction. We all laughed. She said, “I expect you’re all going to get to see me naked, but only after you buy the Holiday Issue of Playboy. Now, get all those nasty thoughts out of your head.” She waved her hand at all the musicians and laughed.

Terry had started to take notes on some of the three-by-five cards he always carried in his shirt pocket. Every time he looked up at me, he nodded enthusiastically, urging me to keep talking. I was on a creative roll. We talked about doing a couple of song covers for other artists too; songs like ‘Do You Think I’m Sexy’ (Rod Stewart), ‘Naked’ (Avril Lavigne), and ‘Naked’ (Celine Dion). Jake was jumping around with the idea, too, also adding that he could ‘country-fy’ any of the songs we picked as covers.

* * * * *

If you looked for a sexy, feminine, human dynamo, Brite Reber would fill the bill. She lived outside St. Cloud, Minnesota, and for the past five years had done business on her own terms. The fiery redhead commanded top-dollar for her photo sessions, and last I knew you had to book her at least two years in advance.

“Jimmmm,” she crooned into the telephone, responding to my name popping up on her caller ID. “I’ve missed hearing your sweet voice, and, of course, I’ve missed your warm and naked body next to mine.”

“I’ve missed you too, Brite,” I teased in a throaty voice. “Maybe we can fix that warm body issue, and I might even bring along a friend or two so we could surround you. As I recall, you’re happy to go both ways.”

“Oh, goody! Your girlfriend, Crystal? That’d be really fine. Does she like to play our kind of games?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it, if she didn’t.” Crystal sat beside me on the sofa, and she punched my arm. She leaned to the phone and said, “Hi Brite; this is Crystal. I’m listening too … and I know ALL about you and Jim, so don’t worry about anything like that.” After a pause she added, “And from what I’ve heard, you and I would have a lot of fun together, even without Jim.”

She laughed at our mutual teasing, and then asked, “OK. OK. You’ve got me worked up, and it only took you two a couple of sentences. Now, what’s the real reason for your call?”

I explained, “Playboy wants to do a shoot of Crystal - centerfold stuff for their holiday issue, only we’re a little skittish of revealing too much ‘pubic to the public’. We don’t want all those conservative country music fans out there to black list her for showing her pussy in a pornographic manner; we’re not sure what the limit is or what’ll be acceptable to Playboy if it’s too demure, but we need your advice, counsel, and superb lens work to make this happen.”

“That’s all?”

“No. Earlier today we decided to do a new album entitled ‘The Naked Truth,’ so we also need a cover and insert photos for the album, probably using some of the same pictures. Terry, our agent, likes the project too, so the album looks as though it’ll be a mix of Crystal, me, and the two of us doing a couple of duets. We’ve already started rehearsing a few of the tracks.”

Brite responded with a lilt, “Oh, this sounds like fun, in so many ways. Will it just be Crystal and you, or will others come along? Terry?”

“Terry and Crystal’s sister Ellen could be talked into coming up there for part of the photo shoot. You know Terry. By the way, they like the same kind of games we like, too.”

“Now you’ve really got me cranked up; I may even have to jill off after we hang up. But back to business, hold on, let me work on my calendar a minute.” The line went silent; however, I could hear the clatter of her typing into her computer. I could visualize her sitting at her desk in the studio. I’d even fucked her in her office chair one afternoon, so she’d always have something to remember every time she sat there.

In her office were four large photographs, two revealing photographs of Brite, her nude body coated with shiny oil. She’d given me copies of those prints, and they hung in my den. I got hard every time I looked at them, partly because seeing them made me recall the sex-filled time we spent together a year earlier. Opposite them on another wall in Brite’s office hung two high contrast photographs of me, tastefully done and posed so no one could guess who the model had been. The photos were revealing, yet artistic.

“How about in two weeks. Arrive here on Friday afternoon, stay over at the house and studio, and we’ll finish by Sunday evening. I’ve got to be in Washington to do portraits of the First Lady, so I’ll have to leave first thing on Monday morning at the latest.”

“I’m impressed. We’ll be there, and I’ll email you our travel plans. Hey, maybe we can give you a ride to DC, and you can join the mile high club.”

Brite laughed, “And what makes you think I haven’t already joined?”

* * * * *

Our Learjet touched down at the St. Cloud Regional Airport just after three o’clock on Friday afternoon. As we turned onto the taxiway and headed to the general aviation parking ramp, I could see Brite standing on top of her hardtop Jeep CJ-6 taking photos of our plane. A lineman waved batons to guide us into a parking place.

As the engines spooled down, our pilot came back and spoke with the four of us, “Ms. Lee. Ms. Lee, Mr. Mellon, and Mr. Ross, we’ll be here late Sunday afternoon to pick you up for a five o’clock departure. If you need us before then, please call. Don’t worry if you’re late, we won’t mind waiting.” He thrust a business card into my hand, and gestured to the small terminal building. “I’ll have your luggage in a minute.”

He opened the door and deployed the stairway. When the stairs were secure, the pilot motioned that we could descend.

As I exited the door of the plane, Brite yelled to us, “Jim. Crystal. Stand in the doorway. Smile. Wave. That’s it. Now, slowly come down the stairway … Jim, help Crystal the last few feet. Good. Kiss at the bottom of the stairs; good. Again! Swing her around - that’s it. Act like you’re greeting her.” I could hear the continuous snaps of the shutter on her camera as she instructed us. She had another camera hanging around her neck that she occasionally used too. We spent a couple of minutes ‘arriving’ for her cameras.

Brite had dressed in khaki shorts that revealed her trim legs. She wore lightweight hiking boots, and a matching khaki shirt that she’d tied beneath her breasts so it revealed her trim abs and the curve of her taut breasts. When Brite went braless, the world thought it a blessing even though she had at least ten years on me.

As we walked to the Jeep, Brite hopped down onto the hood of the vehicle, sat, and slid the short distance to the ground. She walked out to meet us.

“Jim, I am so glad you thought of me for this shoot.” She turned to Crystal, “And, it is such a pleasure to meet you. I am a fan of your music - both of you - although I’m partial to your song ‘Flirty, Flirty Cowgirl’ from a couple of years ago. I still play it.” The pair hugged.

Terry and Brite hugged as they joined us, and Ellen got her welcome hug too. After all the greetings, I hugged Brite in a polite gesture, as a few others around the airport watched us, obviously guessing we were celebrities by the presence of the private jet.

The first officer of the Lear brought our bags over and put them in the rear of the Jeep as we squeezed in. He gave us a crisp salute; we got in, and wove our way between a few planes to get to the exit gate from the ramp.

At her farm and studio, Brite gave everyone a quick tour and showed us to our rooms. By agreement, we reconvened in front of the barn and studio ten minutes later.

Brite explained that she had a slide show she wanted to show us; “I went through my work and scanned the Internet for pictures that might be like the type you’re hoping to have for Playboy and your album by the end of the weekend. I picked only one hundred, so take a look.” We filed into the darkened barn where Brite had a projector attached to her computer. We stretched out on a couple of sofas sitting at angles to one another and facing the screen. Brite dimmed the lights, not to darkness but just a soft glow in the studio.

The first picture that she showed revealed a gorgeous model wearing a red bustier. She left it up and prodded us, “Come on, speak up. Like or not like, and why?”

I spoke first. “As a reader of Playboy, this is too tame. No breasts and not even a hint of pussy. I could go to any beach in the world and see ten times more skin. Also, it’s just not arty.” The others agreed.

The next photo was of the well-known porn star Ashlyn Brooke. She was reclining on a bench and had a muscular man in front of her. His cock appeared to be on the outstroke from her cunt. Ash had a look of ecstasy on her face from the penetration and sex.

Crystal spoke first on this one, “Now, I wouldn’t mind that in my private collection, and I’d positively enjoy a rod like that. Playboy would reject it as too coarse and obscene.” The others agreed with laughter.

Brite laughed; “Well, we bracketed two ends of the spectrum, plus I woke you all up.”

Brite sequenced through the rest of the pictures she’d selected, making notes as we commented about suitability, poses, lighting, artfulness, and the percentage of breasts and genitalia exposed. Generally, as we moved through the pictures an increasing amount of skin and sexual parts became revealed.

The last third of her pictures included one or two other people in each photograph. Several were obviously Sapphic; beautiful poses of two women obviously in love and horny. The rest contained a man, or a man and woman, all nude, heavily shadowed, and in poses suggestive of an unfolding threesome. The pictures were hot.

We were a hot and horny group after our hour of screening photos. I wondered for a couple of seconds what would happen next, but Crystal solved that for us. She stood in the dim light and walked over to Brite, planting one hell of a kiss on the small woman’s lips. We all watched. Brite responded enthusiastically, moving immediately to unbutton Crystal’s blouse and bare her breasts.

Ellen gestured for me to come over to the couch and sit on the opposite side of her from Terry. When I did, her hands immediately went to our crotches and started to massage our tumescent dicks through our pants. As she did this, she would turn and passionately kiss one of us before devoting her attention to the other.

The three of us on the sofa watched Crystal and Brite remove each other’s clothing. As they did, they continued their passionate make-out session.

Terry and I helped Ellen out of her blouse and bra, and then her designer jeans and thong. She put her spike heels back on, knowing that the two of us like the erotic way it made her look, and then worked on pulling off key parts of the clothing Terry and I wore until we were as naked. She paraded in front of us briefly before rejoining us in the middle on the sofa with us on either side of her.

I pulled her nearest leg over mine, and Terry did the same on the other side of her. This left Ellen’s pussy wide open for our tactile enjoyment. She held both our cocks in hand and pumped them continuously as we kissed and tongued her from breasts to ears to mouth. Our hands roamed all over Ellen's body, often focusing in on her pussy - an errant finger often penetrating her vagina. Several times, Terry and I both had fingers in Ellen simultaneously, stroking her G-spot and clit. Ellen went into orbit. Her eyes got all glassy as she writhed between us, her hips often coming up off the sofa to meet the assault of our hands and fingers. She started panting and begging in a small voice for one of us to fuck her.

When neither of us reacted right away, she leaned over to me and inhaled my cock into her mouth. I’d reached maximum hardness, so she had a lot to work with. Ellen was skilled, and soon had my entire shaft down her throat.

Terry pulled Ellen’s body around slightly, and I watched as he slid his cock into her pussy from the back. We both heard Ellen sigh and moan in delight. Plus, we were putting on a good show for Crystal and Brite.

I watched Crystal and Brite as they moved to the other sofa. A vibrator and a double penetration dildo had been added to the sex play. Brite was thrusting the two-headed dildo in and out of her own cunt as the other end of the toy oscillated out and in of Crystal’s pussy. Crystal wielded the vibrator mostly on Brite’s clit. Both women squirmed in delight, and I watched as both came within a minute of each other.

After their climaxes had passed, Brite rose and came over to where Terry, Ellen, and I were playing. “I would love to change places with Ellen if you’ll let me. I want to be played with by two men, and I want to see you and Crystal play.”

We uncoupled, and Ellen went to play with her sister. Brite spread herself between Terry and me, the way Ellen had only a few moments earlier - naked with a leg over each of ours, her pussy spread wide to the world, and her breasts eager in anticipation. We pelted her with kisses - the wet, sloppy kind with lots of tongue. Brite’s large breasts got pawed repeatedly, and we could tell she loved the attention.

Again, male hands roamed over Brite's body, especially around her cunt. Fingers stroked and penetrated, often simultaneously by the two of us. She liked that and told us so. Brite’s body twisted and turned between us in delight. The sound of her moans and enthusiastic participation filled the room.

She moved to Terry’s cock, pulling his shaft into her mouth and running her tongue around the mushroom cap. As she moved around, I held her hips and ran my cock up and down her slit. After several passes, I slowly sank into her cunt.

Brite panted, “Oh, fuck. I have so needed this … you … the four of you. I just want to fuck all weekend.” I assured her that we were all willing to satisfy her wish.

Terry and I traded a willing Brite back and forth between us. Eventually, Terry christened Brite’s ass with the help of some Astroglide she’d produced. As she lay back against him with his cock penetrating her ass, I moved in front of the pair and sank my cock into her cunt again. Terry and I found a comfortable rhythm where neither of us fell out of Brite, she went into some hedonistic outer space of pure pleasure, and the two of us got closer and closer to our orgasms.

As Terry held Brite’s breasts, fingering her hard nipples, I heard him say, “I’m less than a minute from shooting.”

I panted “Me too.”

Brite said, “Fill me guys. I’m there.”

Terry blasted into her ass, and I could tell by his gyrations and sound that he’d cum. I followed, hurling jet after jet of raw man-juice into Brite’s body. Brite came with a squeal. She grabbed a hold of me and pulled me into her body, so deep that I could feel Terry’s cock pulsate on the other side of the thin wall of interior tissue. She held Terry’s hands to her breasts with one arm and me in the other. We kissed, driving our tongues deep into each other’s mouths.

The sensations of our climaxes gradually subsided. I withdrew, and flopped on the sofa next to Terry and Brite. We were spent.

On the other sofa, Crystal and Ellen lay together, both apparently having also cum in the last few minutes. The two-headed dildo lay between them, an end in each of their pussies.

Crystal spoke, “You guys - the three of you - were amazing. So erotic. What a sex show. Maybe we should film that for Playboy.”

Chapter 3 - Photoshoot and Ellen Confesses

The next morning Brite woke the four of us with aromas of fresh coffee, cinnamon, and bacon. I awoke vaguely aware in my morning stupor of how sexually sated I’d been the night before. Brite had kissed me softly as she slipped from the bed I shared with Crystal and her the night before. I watched her luscious nude body leave the bedroom before I went back to sleep in Crystal’s arms.

Crystal awoke just long enough to smile at me and say, “I truly love you. You are so much fun to be with.” She nodded off again.

Brite’s breakfast spread pleased us all, and she was all business - outlining to each of us the roles we needed to play in the day’s photo shoot. She also explained that a friend named Nikki Wallace would arrive shortly to work on makeup and skin tones for Crystal and me. “It’ll make the results better if I don’t have to Photoshop stuff like freckles and tan lines.”

After helping Brite clean up the dishes, we headed to her barn and studio. Nikki arrived and seconds later she was examining Crystal’s skin with a magnifying glass and a color palette. Nikki was a trim thirty-year-old that knew exactly what she was doing; she’d turned the practice of cosmetology into an art form. A trim brunette, she wore cutoffs despite the morning chill much as Crystal did. I kept ogling her long legs, and had the typical male thought pattern about what she’d be like in the sack.

Brite had Crystal and Ellen strip; an easy task given how little clothing they wore. Nikki went to work, first on Crystal. She trimmed Crystal’s pubic hair, shaved away some stubble, made the edges of her small runway sharper, and applied some oil that darkened the hair without tinting the skin. Ellen got the same treatment to her heart-shaped pubic hair. Nikki checked with Brite about Ellen’s clitoral hood piercing, and Brite allowed as how she wanted it in the pictures.

Nikki did some hair trimming and fluffing, and then went to work on each girl’s skin. Crystal went first; getting her areolas carefully darkened. She applied a slightly darker tone of powder under her breasts to ‘add definition’. In fact, the makeup made Crystal’s generous breasts look even larger, and we all loved the effect.

I also got the makeup treatment since Brite planned for each of us to appear in some of the pictures with Crystal. Nikki took many notes in a spiral bound notebook about our skin tones, lotions, and shades of makeup she used. Nikki also turned out to understand hair in a way few barbers or beauty shop operators do. I watched her work on Crystal and Ellen, not out of my boredom, but because she was so superb at her job.

Nikki also had Crystal sit in a chair with her legs pulled back, providing maximum exposure of her pussy. I had never dreamed about makeup for a pussy, but Nikki carefully dusted and painted various skin tints to the area. Crystal closed her eyes and really got into the experience. Nikki even admonished her at one point to stop excreting sex juices, as though she could control it. Crystal just laughed. The two already had a good rapport. Lastly, Crystal’s entire body got a careful dusting of powder to soften any reflections from body oils.

As Nikki turned back to Ellen and me, Brite led Crystal to the studio bed we had messed around in the evening before. She coached Crystal into a long series of shots as Terry followed her instructions and moved various lights and reflectors around the bed to get the lighting just right. Crystal moved around the bed and the bedroom set to the constant click of Brite’s shutter.

Ellen came out from her makeup session. She definitely looked a little sluttier than her sister, and I think she liked the look. I assessed Crystal and her to see the difference: a bluer shade of eye shadow; more pronounced breasts, areolas and nipples; and a pussy area than was darker and wetter looking than her sisters. Some of Ellen’s sexy tan lines had also been left to show.

Ellen also got on the bed with her sister, not in lesbian poses, but in the kind of situations two sisters who were comfortable with their bodies might produce. Several props were added here and there: a book, a magazine, hairbrush, makeup kit, telephone, photo album. For each, Brite took a series of shots from different angles, instructing the women how to pose and interact.

After about an hour, Brite led all of us outside. The weather was unseasonably warm. The morning chill had left, yet the day was cool enough to perk up Crystal’s tits. She started another series of shots around her farm. In some, she had Crystal wear western boots - that’s all. Brite said, “This is a country music star; so, some of these pictures have to carry the country theme.” Terry again held reflectors and moved lights around for Brite.

With the sisters wearing western boots, Brite posed them with her one horse, and then at various angles along the corral fence. She had them sit in their nakedness, side by side, on the top rail of the fence as she moved around, commanding more directions to Terry.

Suddenly, without warning she said, “Jim, you get over to where they’re sitting. Act nonchalant about it. Be looking off at that corner of the house with the girls.” I walked up and leaned on the rail between a very naked Crystal and a very naked Ellen. I wore jeans, boots, and my western hat - no shirt.

“Nikki,” Brite yelled. “The girls need western hats … and Jim’s shoulders need to be dusted. His face is fine.”

Nikki reappeared from inside the barn seconds later with two tattered western hats for Crystal and Ellen. She also dusted my exposed skin. Brite’s shutter clicked away madly. When she stood in front of the three of us, she said, “Flash those pussies my way. Look sexy and think of last night.” The shutter rapidly fired as the girls flashed their pussy lips at Brite. Everyone laughed, but I knew Brite would do something really sexy with those shots.

Nikki reappeared with her kit, and proceeded to dust my chest and further darken my unshaven face and even my nipples and areolas. As she worked, Nikki said, “This’ll make you look even more hunky than you are, Darling. You really are a woman’s wet dream you know.” Nikki leaned in a planted a very sensuous kiss on my lips, and I kissed back. After half-a-minute when she pulled away, she fanned her face excitedly with one hand. “Wow. Whew. You sure know how to make a girl heat up super-fast.”

I teased back, “Well, you weren’t too badly yourself.” I rubbed the partial erection that she’d created.

I moved back to the corral railing and Brite did a series of outdoor shots with just Crystal and me. I smiled at the unusual behavior of Terry and a very nude Ellen, both moving the lights and reflectors for Brite - one fully clothed and the other completely naked except for boots and looking sexy as all fuck. I felt myself harden further.

“Spice it up, you two. Kiss. Make-out.”

Her commands were easy to follow. Crystal and I started to kiss and erotically fondle one another. I moved a hand up to a breast. Crystal stroked my chest, even rubbing my masculine nipples. We made gaga eyes at each other and meant it. I picked up a naked Crystal, still in her boots, and made to carry her to the house. More photos taken. Crystal wrapped both legs around me as I held her up so we could kiss. More photos.

Occasionally, Brite would have Nikki race in and tweak the makeup on one or both of us. She had Ellen join us in a new round of sexy ‘threesome’ shots.

A little after one o’clock, a pickup truck started up the long driveway to the house. Brite announced, “Ah, lunch is arriving. Everyone OK in what they’re wearing?”

Ellen and Crystal just shrugged at each other as they stood by stark naked.

The truck stopped, and a young man about twenty got out carrying two large shopping bags of food. I watched with fascination to see what would happen when he realized some of the people standing around were nude.

“Hi, Mizz Reber. Here’s all the sandwiches and such you ord …” His voice stopped mid word. His eyes bugged out of his head. Crystal and Ellen were talking and gesturing to the horse that had moved near where they stood.

Brite knew the effect the nude women were having on the young man. “Jason, thank you for bringing these all the way out here. I believe they’re all paid for, and I told Hank to put a big tip on there for you.” She paused, but clearly nothing she said had penetrated the dream zone Jason had apparently entered.

“A HEM,” Brite said loudly. JASON, thank you. You can go now.”

Jason started to back up to his pickup truck, yet he never took his eyes off the nude women. “Oh … yea … thank you … for the order … for letting me … watch … be here for a minute.”

Before he got to the truck, Crystal decided she’d tease the delivery boy a little. She walked over in his direction, her naked breasts jiggling and swaying in the sunlight. Soon, she stood right in front of him. Jason had frozen in his retreat to his truck. “Jason, is it? I just wanted to add my thank you for coming sooooo far out here with our lunches.” She put out her hand on his chest and kissed his cheek.

Terry stood next to me. He whispered, “If he hasn’t already cum in his pants, after that he’ll be jerking off the moment he’s out of sight. Maybe both.” We both laughed.

Jason eventually got in his truck and drove away. When he was out of earshot, we all broke up laughing.

Brite said with a big smile, “You just made his year, plus given him a story that he’ll remember the rest of his life - and around here, probably no one will believe him, and he knows it.” She laughed, “And now, whenever I order something down at Hank’s

Shop, I know he’ll be racing to get it out here.”

* * * * *

In the afternoon, we changed scenes about ten times. I think Brite took ten or twenty thousand pictures. Crystal wore various skimpy cowgirl costumes, for instance, her western boots and only an unbuttoned leather vest. The shots ranged from arty and unrevealing to down right pornographic. Crystal loved the latter, and even hammed it up for the camera by using her fingers in imaginative ways on and in her pussy. I had a perpetual hard-on all afternoon.

Brite would whisk Ellen into some of the pictures, posing the two back-to-back, or in some sort of close encounter. In one series, she had the two of them frolicking in her hayloft; and in another they both rode bareback and naked on Brite’s palomino - several series of shots reminiscent of some sketches I’d seen in my youth about Lady Godiva.

Inside, Brite involved me again in some of the photos, this time using deep shadows to highlight the muscles and contours of each of our bodies, often with back lighting. Nikki kept appearing beside one of us to add some shading or soften our skin tones in some way. Brite continued to use props around us - western hats, a wagon wheel, an old rifle, various drapes, and even a saddle I held over my erect penis as a naked Crystal entwined around my upper body. Ellen joined us for a few shots too, some that we knew we’d never use except for our own memories and private enjoyment. Terry made fun of my erections although he admittedly was in the same condition.

Saturday night, the six of us dressed in a minimum of nice clothes and went to Anton’s in Waite Park for dinner, a pleasant restaurant with a wide assortment of great food on the menu. Ellen and Brite sat snugly on either side of me. I could tell the two were horny, and accurately predict who my partners would be when we returned to Brite’s farm and studio. Crystal and Nikki took a fancy to Terry.

Brite and Ellen each pulled one of my hands into their laps. Each had pulled up their thin cotton dress, and neither wore anything under. Beneath their napkins, I cautiously diddled each woman, even sneaking in kisses, while making sure my moves were invisible to other restaurant patrons. They both kept pawing me, rubbing my leg, letting a stray hand touch the lump I developed in my pants. Ellen would have crawled under the table and given me a blowjob, and I would have let her had the restaurant not been so crowded and the activity so obvious.

As we finished up, one older gentleman paused at the table and made eye contact with me. He said, “You are one helluva lucky guy, what with these women hanging over you. It’s a pleasure to have someone of your talent and caliber in St. Cloud,” he turned to Crystal, “and you too, Miss Lee. I am a big fan of your music. Keep it up. And, I must say, I am eagerly awaiting whatever photos of you that Miss Reber concocts. Maybe she’ll even show you some of ours.” He gestured to the woman ahead and beyond him, smiled, waved a cheery hello at Brite, and walked on to catch up to his party as they left the restaurant.

After he was out of earshot, Brite said, “That’s Walter Hampscot. He’s a local philanthropist, and he’s quite eccentric. He’s lived with his sister, the younger blond he left with, for over twenty years. They … well, they really live together. She’s twenty years his junior - I think from a second marriage of his mother.”

I asked, “Incest?”

“Yes. Second serious relationship for each of them. She has an adult daughter somewhere out west. They have a relationship with her too.”

“Sexual?”

“Of course, silly,” Brite said and ran a fingernail up my thigh to my groin.

“Now, how do you know that’s all not just a bunch of rumors someone cooked up?”

Brite lowered her voice, “I know for sure. I don’t know how others got wind of it, but it was a gossip item before I heard about it. Walter came to me a few years back to do some discreet and confidential photographs of him and his family. I agreed.”

Ellen leaned in and asked, “Sexual photos - I mean you’re hinting at it by the tone of your voice.”

“Exactly,” Brite said in a low voice. Nikki, Terry, and Crystal leaned in from across the table. “I photographed the three of them much as I did you, Crystal, and Ellen today - nude and cavorting around the place. The only difference is they quickly moved to various sex shots - pornography actually. Walt having sex with his sister and her daughter - his niece. The women in a Sapphic relationship. Some of the shots he wanted were graphic - not overly kinky, mind you, but very explicit.”

Crystal and Ellen said in unison, “Sounds like fun.”

Terry joined in, “I don’t see what the problem is?” He actually looked puzzled. Nikki laughed.

Brite went on to address Terry’s question: “Incest among adults is more common than people think. Some studies put the prevalence as high as twenty percent, but from what I’ve read it’s more likely to be in the five percent range - so one out of twenty people you meet is or has been involved in incest. Brother-sister incest is the most common, and then father-daughter. Surprisingly, most of it is consensual. Lots of dark stuff has been written about it, and the medical side is well documented - impaired children a possibility. Nonetheless, many people keep it in the family. Most people think incest as some vile sin. It doesn’t bother me if it’s consensual, between adults, and no one is mind-dominant over someone else.”

Our conversation took several turns at that point until we were all talking at once about various combinations of people who riled the media, and different government groups that feel they have to protect a consenting adult population from themselves.

As we talked, Crystal caught my eye and winked at me. Not only was I in the midst of an incestuous relationship with Crystal and her sister Ellen. I now had an ongoing loving and sexual relationship with my own sister Anna, and Lauren, my sister-in-law - or she was up until my wife passed away over a year earlier.

Brite actually knew all this. She stopped, and punched me. “I forgot. You’re the expert about this. You’ve tapped everyone in your family and Crystal’s family.”

“Not quite.”

“Just don’t get in the media with it.”

“I almost did.” I quickly recalled the lurid photographs of Terry, Crystal, Ellen, and me having a swap party on the back of a friend’s boat in Branson about a year earlier. I had told Brite, knowing early in our relationship that she could be trusted not to tell anyone.

Terry had a memory for strange laws in the U.S. dealing with sex, and had us rolling with laughter as he told us about them with his theatrical touch: places in Virginia you can’t engage in sexual activity with the lights on; you have to wear a condom for sex in Nevada and a member from the legislature of that state must not conduct official business while wearing a penis costume; in about two-dozen states a man’s erection must not show through his clothing; in a couple of others no man may make love to his wife smelling of garlic, onions, or sardines; in Wyoming you can’t have sex while standing in a walk-in freezer; and in South Dakota you aren’t allowed to make love on the floor between two twin beds - that have to be at least three feet apart.

* * * * *

Brite had pushed together two king-size beds in her studio for our evening’s festivities. The way they were draped and covered no one could see the slight seam between the beds; they formed one huge bed for our sexual frolicking. With our permission, she’d also set up three cameras in ‘movie mode’ to film our activities. She promised us a highly erotic DVD in a few weeks.

Ellen came up beside me and said in a low voice, “Can you and I please be together; I know we fucked last night, but I really need to be with you tonight, too.” She slipped an arm around me, and laid her pretty head against my chest. My heart melted. I could tell she needed me in some way I didn’t understand at that instant, yet I did love her and felt glad to comply. I gave her a tender kiss as I agreed.

Terry, Nikki, and Crystal paired off in a threesome as Ellen and I watched from the side of the bed. The three seductively removed each other’s clothing. Since none of the women had worn underwear to dinner, their nudity appeared instantly after their gingham dresses were pulled over their heads. Crystal’s dress had been one of the outfits she’d worn in the afternoon photo shoot, often with the top pulled down to reveal her full breasts or the lower half-being flounced around to reveal her pussy or her tight ass cheeks. Terry had gone commando too, so he proved ready to play after losing his shirt and jeans.

Ellen whispered, “Let’s just watch them for a little.” She led me to a sofa adjacent to the oversized bed. Brite joined us after she positioned and started the cameras.

Nikki lay in a sixty-nine position with Terry, her tongue joining Crystal’s as they started to bring Terry’s cock to a fully ripe stage ready for another round of screwing. We heard Terry say, “I’ve had a hard-on all day long watching the photo shoot. I don’t care whether they’re never published; I think they’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You did everything from sedately sexy to outright pornography.”

Nikki said loudly, “Terry stop talking and eat my pussy.” She dropped her mouth over Terry’s rod, swallowing the shaft, and wiggling her head until his entire sex disappeared and her face pushed tightly against his pubic area. She held the position for many seconds, and then slowly pulled up and away to reveal his cock to Crystal. A long strand of shiny and gooey spittle stretched from the cock head to her mouth, obviously consisting of Terry’s pre-cum and Nikki’s saliva. The drooping connector between mouth and cock provided a highly erotic image. I could feel my own cock harden at the sight.

Crystal darted into the union of the two, capturing part of the syrupy link, before demonstrating to Nikki her own prowess at deep throating Terry’s cock.

Ellen said quietly to me, “Jim, if I did that to you, I’d never want to have you leave my lips.”

I speculated, “You’d have trouble breathing, I believe.”

“But I would die the happiest woman in the world - knowing that I brought you pleasure as my last act.”

“Hey, don’t think that way. I love you the way you are - very alive and beautiful as you are.” I leaned in and kissed her. Our kiss quickly became a duel of tongues and a long, passionate kiss. I could feel my desire to couple with Ellen rapidly rise.

Chapter 4 - Love Affairs at Brite’s Farm

As we kissed, Ellen unbuttoned my shirt slowly, and then she helped push the garment off my body. My belt and slacks were next. I assisted by raising my hips so she could pull them away from me and toss them aside. I too had gone commando that afternoon. As my slacks left my body, my aroused cock suddenly reveled at being exposed to the air. Brite joined in the final stages of my strip.

Ellen moved to sit beside me, but as she sat, I pulled the back of her dress up so her bare buttocks sat on the sofa. I pulled her gingham dress over her head, appreciative of Brite handling our post-photo shoot wardrobe with clothing so easily shed. I repeated the process on Brite, smoothing her luscious breasts as they came into view.

Ellen had what I considered perfect breasts. They were full-size, more than a handful each, and had a slight tilt upwards as though she was always holding her chest up and out from her body. There was no doubt they were all natural. With no sag at all, each mound held a dark tan-tinged areola larger than a silver dollar. In the center of the areola rose a nipple about three-eights of an inch across and in a state of perpetual excitement, extending the same distance out from the background areola.

My ogling of breasts flowed down her body across a flat tummy, punctuated by a navel piercing containing a small diamond studded chain that I found super-sexy. I thought the small circlet invited attention - sexual attention to her body, both above to the breasts and below to her sex.

I ran my hand down her body, cupping a breast - feeling her nipple harden further beneath my grasp, encircling her piercing, and then oscillating back and forth across her lower skin as I seductively dragged a finger back and forth across her manicured triangle of pubic hair and neared her sexual slit.

Ellen gasped as my finger neared her clit, “Oh, Jim. Oooooh. So, nice.” She pushed further into my body as our tongues again thrust into each other’s body. After our kiss, I turned and gave Brite the same treatment. Both women were stroking my cock in a playful manner. Ellen also toyed with Brite’s breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples in a way that apparently Brite thought to be just right.

I asked Ellen, “Can I eat you? Please. And Brite?”

Both women nodded after my question. They slid lower on the sofa until their hips extended into space where I could attend them.

With tongue extended, I slithered down Ellen’s body, pausing for many minutes to savor Ellen’s breasts. I vaguely recalled Crystal telling me I’d been weaned too early, and thus I had a breast fetish. She too liked me to suck on her nipples. Ellen nearly came as I attended her, so to tease her I shifted to Brite who I had been fingering as I licked at Ellen.

Brite’s breasts sagged with her older age, but nonetheless were erotic and highly stimulating to her when played with as I’d learned. My tongue dragged lower, following the path of my fingers a few minutes earlier. Soon, I reached her quim. As I neared, I could smell her sex - the aroma of a woman in heat, a woman that wanted sex from me - with me. Brite’s slit glistened with the moisture of her anticipation.

I lowered my head until my tongue held ready nearly opposite her anal opening. I thrust in and licked upward along her entire gash, past her clit and into her pubic hair. The aroma and taste were like nectar of the gods, so pleasing to the nose and taste buds.

A long moan escaped from Brite’s lips, and her lower body shuddered with immediate pleasure. I looked up at her, and she smiled at me almost with embarrassment through squinted eyes, her hands reaching downward to urge my tongue back onto her body. I winked and shifted back to Ellen.

I pushed my tongue into Ellen’s vagina without warning as I twisted my face back and forth lightly across her clit. I oscillated my tongue into her body, orally fucking her. She moaned again, and predictably a flood of female lubrication erupted from her body and flooded our union.

Ellen moaned, “Oh, fuck, I’ve waited for this all day long.” After a pause, she said, “Jim, come up here; make love to me. We can do oral later.”

I moved up to accommodate her wish. Ellen squirmed so her body centered more on the sofa.

“How do you want to do this?” I asked as I shifted position.

“Anyway at all. I just want you in me - deep within me. I also want you to cum in me, and I want you to stay there afterwards. I want your fullness in me.” As an afterthought she said, “Brite, I hope you don’t mind, but I really need him.”

Brite nodded in acknowledgement. She moved beside Ellen more, and reached in with a hand and her mouth to molest her breasts.

Ellen spread her legs as I came back onto the couch from my kneeling position. I took aim with my cock, and slowly drove into her body after smearing some of her lubrication about the heated hole. We both groaned in the delight of our coupling.

I made a few short strokes, sinking a little deeper into her with each thrust. Finally, our pubic bones pushed tightly against one another. Ellen sighed in contented relief and pulled me to her body, her erect breasts stroking my chest as we came together. That feel of her breasts alone, almost made me cum it felt so erotic.

“Oh, God, Jim. You are so wonderful. Do you know how much I love you? I hope you do. I think of you all the time, every second of the day. I think of us like this - fucking - making love - copulating - having intercourse. I think of us doing kinky things - your choice of fetishes, and I’ll love them all. Do you want me in a gangbang? I’ll do it for you. Do you want to watch me get fucked by someone else - Terry or anyone? You set it up, and I’ll do it. Do you want me to watch me with other women - Crystal, Nikki, or Brite or anyone? I’ll do it. I love you more than … anything.” Brite moved in and kissed her deeply.

When Brite pulled away, Ellen pulled my head to her and we kissed, hard first and then more tenderly. I whispered to her, “Ellen, you know I love you too. This feels so comfortable with you and Crystal and Brite and Nikki. We are a nice sexy group today - a foursome usually,” I said thinking of Crystal and Terry, and the times the four of us had shared sex together.

I felt a tiny recoil from Ellen as I pumped into her body, almost as though the mention of Crystal and Terry had momentarily jarred her thinking. I’d pursue that later. Ellen redoubled her efforts to thrust upwards into my down strokes.

At a sound from the large bed, Ellen and I looked over to see Nikki bouncing in reverse cowgirl on Terry’s engorged prick. As she did, Crystal leaned against her for support as she enjoyed Terry’s tongue on her sex as she squatted over his face. From the angle we had, we could see Terry’s cock moving in and out of Nikki, and his tongue lashing about at Crystal’s cunt.

From beneath me Ellen said, “Fuck me harder. I’m getting near. I want an orgasm from you - cock and cum deep within me. Brite, suck on my breasts - a little harder; be rough, and then you can have him for a while.”

I redoubled my effort, looking deep into her eyes as I thrust into Ellen’s body. Brite’s nudity next to Ellen added to my excitement. My hips moved faster and faster; I felt our orgasms approaching. When they exploded into and through our bodies, I fell into Ellen’s arms and our kisses brought a new rapture to our relationship. Jets of my cum surged into Ellen’s cunt, washing over her cervix I’d driven so deep to reach.

“Oh Jim, I can feel you cuming inside me. Oooooh, fuck. This is so beautiful. I love you; I love you; I love you.” There was definiteness to her repeated phrase. I knew we had a special relationship - loving, however, this was different - more sincere, deeper, and meant more for two people deeply in love. I guess maybe we were.

I honored Ellen’s request and stayed embedded in her quim as we kissed and cuddled after our climaxes. We watched Nikki cum on Terry’s cock, and Crystal replaced her as they worked to get him to ejaculate into his orgasm. Shortly after Crystal took over in the cowgirl position, Terry’s back arched up into Crystal as they both came with moans, groans, and smiles. Nikki lay beside the pair strumming her clit to her own second orgasm that evening.

As our afterglow subsided, I felt Brite’s hands extract my soggy cock from Ellen’s pussy. Brite gulped down my cock, using her tongue in talented ways to excite me again. I responded immediately.

Ellen whispered in my ear, “You’re going to sink that beautiful cock of yours deep into Brite’s pretty pussy. Maybe after that, the two of us will suck your cum from the other while you watch us. I want to do things that excite you that make you love me more. I want to be your kinky lover - your slut - your mistress - your girlfriend - your everything. Feel how Brite’s mouth on your cock is making you so hard.”

When Brite determined I had reached an optimal state of hardness, she dragged her wet pussy up my thigh and impaled herself on my shaft. She came almost immediately. Minutes later, amid dirty talk from both of them, I exploded again, this time deep into Brite’s cunt.

True to her word, only a minute later, Ellen and Brite were in a sixty-nine with each other, sucking my cum from each other’s pussies and trying to give the other another orgasm. Ellen came again. I helped her bring Brite another climax by the talented use of my fingers.

Soon, all of us were horizontal - collapsed as a result of the physical exertion to achieve our orgasmic pleasure.

Ellen and Brite snuggled on either side of me. Ellen squirmed and pushed her wet pussy into my leg in an erotic gesture. Brite duplicated her action. As much as I wanted to ravish their bodies again, that evening I found myself limited in my response.”

Brite slid down my body, tried to fellate me without much of a response at that moment. She moved over to Ellen, and started to munch on her sodden mess again. Ellen finally pushed her away, and said, “Too much stimulation. Oh, Brite, I’m too sensitive now. Come back in a few minutes … that is, unless Jim comes to life again.”

Crystal said, “Well, you can come over here Brite. Terry, Nikki, and I need cleaning up, too.” Brite turned and flounced onto the bed to the sated threesome.

Ellen held me for a minute and then said, “Come. Let’s walk outside for a few minutes and cool off in the night air. It’s not that chilly out.”

We rose, and walked to the exit door from the barn studio.

Outside, Ellen was right, the night was delightful and the temperature was just right to cool down our overheated bodies.

Ellen flowed into my arms, even capturing my semierect cock between her legs right against her cunt. “Oh, Jim, I love you so.”

I said in awe, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that so frequently.”

“That’s because each day I fall deeper in love with you.” After a pause, she said, “You think of Terry and me as couple, but we’re not. Right now, we’re just ‘fuck buddies’ plus, of course, I work with him to promote Crystal and you.”

I didn’t quite know how to respond to that bit of news. I just said, “Oh.” As I got my wits I asked, “Is that OK with you?”

“Yes,” Ellen answered, “As long as you’re there for me - often, I hope. I like Terry - a lot, but I love you.”

“I thought Terry and you had a deepening relationship.”

“We did for a while, but as I learned more about him - and you - I choose you.”

“But Crystal and I are …”

“I know. I know. I’m still thinking about all this. I love my sister too - a great deal - a really great deal, and I know she loves me. I don’t want to hurt her … or you … or us … or Terry. I want us all to be happy and to get what we each want.”

I ventured, “And you want me?”

“Most definitely,” Ellen said with a smile. She waggled her hips, and I felt my cock harden further against her slit where she still held me. “I want you. I love you. I love you truly, deeply, madly - as the song goes.”

“Wow.” I paused. “Ellen, I don’t know what to say or do about this. I’m flattered. I have always loved you - yet, Crystal has become my primary … focus, I guess you’d say. I …”

Ellen leaned in and kissed me. “Don’t do anything. Don’t change anything. Don’t say anything. Don’t upset Crystal … or Terry. I guess I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

I ignored her comment and asked, “Does Terry know?”

“Yes, if he thinks about it … and what I’ve said.” Ellen smiled as she held me so our hips remained together, and my cock remained trapped against her labia. “We’ve never said ‘We love you’ to each other. You’re the only person I’ve said that too - except my sister.

"

“Why not him?”

“Lots of reasons. He’s got an ego, and you don’t. He’s Mr. Stress and you’re Mr. Calm. When he gets mad, the world knows it. When I’ve seen you get angry, you button it up until you can move beyond the situation - even meditate past it. He’s secular. You’re spiritual. He’s buried in his work; you consider the people around you the most important things in your life.”

“That’s indicting. How can you be his fuck buddy?”

“He’s good sexually - fun … but you’re better. We just made love to one another. Terry and I fuck; that’s all, we just fuck. It’s good; it’s a release, but there’s more to life.”

I felt nonplused. “When did all this start?”

“With you?” She asked.

I nodded.

“Back when we were in Texas - when Crystal and I changed places so she could hide from the paparazzi and I rode off with you on your motorcycle dressed like her. We spent FOUR nights together. If I hadn’t loved you before we started that trip, I surely loved you afterwards. I’d never had such a fabulous experience in my lifetime - before or since. I wish we could do it again.”

“Do what again?” A voice out of the darkness said. Crystal came up to our sides and embraced the two of us.

Ellen hesitated and then answered truthfully, “Be with Jim - as we were when we rode from Dallas to Albuquerque.” She hugged me.

I watched in the dim light as Crystal tried to study her sister’s face. I put an arm around Crystal as well as Ellen. Crystal asked her sister, “You love him don’t you. I mean really love him.” Her voice was non-threatening, and betrayed the caring I’d seen between the two sisters.

Ellen nodded, and in the moonlight, I could see her tear-stained cheeks glistening. She’d been silently crying as we talked.

A long silence passed. Crystal eventually pulled my face to hers and kissed me, and then she did the same to her sister. The kisses were sweet, yet sensuous. She whispered so only the two of us could hear her, “Then I guess we have a problem - maybe, maybe not. Maybe we just need to be creative. Let’s all just give it some time - until after Christmas say. Let’s not rush into any kind of dramatic situation. No drama. Just lots of love.”

I marveled at the wisdom of her words, and would continue to do so in the months that followed.

* * * * *

Sunday morning, Brite uploaded all the pictures and videos from her cameras to her computer. She ran through the still shots at a rapid rate, frantically taking notes. While she worked on the stills, she played us a few minutes of each of the videos from the night before.

In one video, Ellen and I appeared as we made love with Brite beside us. The two of us were erotic, yet obviously in love compared to the playful fornicating that Terry, Crystal, and Nikki had been involved in. I felt myself harden.

I’d slept with the two sisters, one on each side of me, in the mammoth bed Brite had arranged in the studio. Brite, Nikki, and Terry had been there too, even awaking us as they had a middle of the night double-fuck. Crystal just slept soundly between the orgy and me.

I became aware of Ellen watching the threesome from my other side - Terry had been alternating plunging his large erection into Brite and Nikki as they lay next to each other and stroked each other’s breasts. Ellen started playing with my dick until it hardened, and then she quietly slipped on top of me, and inserted me into her damp cunt. We did a slow fuck as we watched the trio. Ellen whispered erotic comments and observations about the threesome as we fucked.

We had ‘soft’ climaxes together as the three others engaged in more vocal and action-oriented orgasms. When things quieted down, Ellen merely slipped down my body, uncoupling the two of us, and nestled under my arm. Crystal snored quietly on my other side.

In the morning, we all went swimming in Brite’s swimming pool, washing away the sweat, cum, and fluids we’d created and shared with the others. After drying off and a nude breakfast, Brite led us to the studio for the review of the stills.

Brite announced, “OK Everyone, I want to do a few more shots, particularly that set with the gingham dress and the saddle. I particularly want to redo that sequence from a different angle; I’m not happy with those results from yesterday. Also, I have a few other ideas for scenes and backgrounds.”

Crystal retrieved the gingham dress, and slipped it on to our groans of disapproval as her assets got covered. She laughed. A few minutes later, with lights reset, Brite’s shutter on her Nikon sounded over and over as a new sequence of shots emerged. She issued posing instructions to Crystal, and to Ellen, or me when we joined Crystal.

Occasionally, one or the other of the girls fondled me or rubbed against my naked body in some way to provoke a sexual reaction from me. They succeeded; so, I had to step out of some shots lest my profile become too revealing of the passion I felt for the two of them. Brite just laughed. Terry watched, but seemed more intent on either feeling Nikki when she wasn’t attending to our makeup, having her sit on his shaft, or a series of telephone calls that commanded his attention.

Brite had us dress in western duds again, and did some outdoor shots, particularly with her palomino.

Over lunch, Brite started another graphic review of the hundreds of morning shots. Terry had wandered off with his cell phone in his ear; Crystal and Ellen wanted to talk so they took a walk around the farm, and I could only guess the subject; that left Brite, Nikki, and me.

Brite put up a picture where Ellen and Crystal stood on either side of me, looking up into my face. We were all nude, yet because of how we were posed there were no breasts, pussies, or cocks exposed. The picture was erotic but modestly R-rated.

Brite said, “They’re both madly in love with you, Jim. Look at the look on their faces. Is that what the talk was about last night, and the tête-à-tête they’re having now?”

“Yes, probably,” I responded. “Complicating factors.”

“Do you love them - both of them?”

I hadn’t thought of the situation from that point of view, so the question hit me kind of hard. After thinking, I responded, “Yes. Yes, I definitely do. I love them more than life itself.”

Brite just nodded and went back to her work, making more notations.

After she finished, we looked for the others, but none of them were evident. Brite said, “Jim, would you make love to me. I miss our time together … and I promise I’m not going to be a complicating factor. I love you, yes, but not the way those two do.”

I looked around and realized that Nikki had also disappeared, maybe at a subtle signal from Brite.

Seconds later, Brite had my cock in her mouth giving me one of her fabulous blowjobs. When I reached medium rare, she pulled me over her body as she reclined on the large bed. We drove into each other’s bodies as we swapped tongues and fluids. I penetrated her small frame with a feeling of delight. Brite liked dirty talk, and she inspired both of us with steady steam of narrative about our sex act.

Brite was older, and so as we moved, more of her body parts oscillated and vibrated, particularly her large breasts. With arms extended and my hips driving into her, I marveled at how sexual she looked beneath me. Our orgasms came in sync, and we sighed and wallowed in the heavenly feelings we’d brought to each other.

I rolled us over, so we were side by side and my weight wasn’t on Brite, yet I remained connected cock-to-cunt. An unexpected round of applause broke out from Terry, Crystal, Nikki, and Ellen who had watched the end of our amorous interlude. Brite and I laughed as the four of them piled onto the bed around us.

Ellen excitedly asked, “Can I clean you both?”

Brite nodded, and Ellen rolled next to us a second later. She first pulled my cock from Brite’s pussy and swallowed the shaft, cleaning our combined fluids from the shaft. She then buried her head in Brite’s pussy, her tongue sweeping the gash as she suctioned my cum from Brite. I think Brite might have cum again, perhaps only slightly. I recalled she had a hair-trigger clit, so that might have been a good guess.

Later, Brite produced a buffet lunch of cold cuts. As we snacked, she set up the bed again for more seductress shots of Crystal. When we were ready, she posed Crystal for some shots she classified as ‘Racy Playboy’. “They’ll love these, and some even hint at that gorgeous beaver you want to hide.”

She had Crystal pose sitting on the bed with her legs spread wide but with both arms down in front of her so her hands covered her privates. Crystal’s breasts were exaggerated between her arms, yet nothing else showed. Six shots fired off from different angles, as Crystal struck a seductive facial expression - she called it her ‘Come fuck me’ look.

Next, with the same look she posed Crystal as though she was undressing on the bed. Two high-gloss red stiletto-heeled shoes were strategically ‘dropped’ in the photos to cover her vagina. Crystal’s arms automatically moved into graceful poses as Brite, standing nude, clicked off photo after photo.

Brite explained as she talked, “I remembered your words about not wanting to show the world your pussy - or however you put it. That said, the Playboy public wants to see pussy, so we have to give them damn near close to that, even for their favorite country music star.” After a pause, she added, “Besides you have a beautiful pussy - and I know it tastes divine.”

Crystal knelt on the bed holding a bright dress against her but with a breast and a nearly frontal shot of her pussy. “The angle hides your goodies,” Brite told Crystal, “but the voyeurs buying Playboy will think they can see more than they actually can. Turn away now, just slightly. That’s it.”

Brite had Crystal lie partway back and raise her legs - one with a thong hanging from her toes, both legs crooked and the one nearest the camera slightly higher. The result was a near beaver shot, putting her vagina in a deep shadow yet highly suggestive. Brite produced some props and took a couple of hundred shots with Crystal using a tall stool, a massage table, a balloon, a tennis racquet, three apples, and a ladder. A few more outside shots as Crystal walked naked to and from the camera along a wooded path near Brite’s pool area - picking leaves from a tree, reaching for an apple, pointing to a bird, exposing herself to a summer breeze. Every shot was erotic, perfectly posed, and exquisitely captured by Brite.

About four in the afternoon, we ended our photo shoot. As Brite and Nikki had worked with Crystal, Terry, Ellen, and I had a two-on-one with Ellen on a sofa in the far corner of the studio. We cleaned up by taking an afternoon swim. Ellen seemed to relish the attention Terry and I gave her, and I lost count of the orgasms she experienced over the hour we were together and playing. Crystal went to clean up, removing some of the makeup.

We collected our luggage, what little we’d brought, piled into Brite’s Jeep, and she drove us to the airport. As we drove, we saw the Learjet on approach to land. We were early and so was the jet.

We hugged and kissed Brite goodbye, and only a few minutes later, our pilots raced the Learjet down the St. Cloud runway and into the sky for the return trip to Nashville. I fell asleep before the wheels left the ground.

Chapter 5 - New Album, Centerfold, and an Island

I slept between Crystal and Ellen the night we got back in Tennessee from Minnesota. I think we were sexed out because uncharacteristically no one made any overt gestures to any of the others. We were cuddly and happy. I remember wondering what each of the women was thinking or dreaming as I drifted off. Were these moments a calm before a major storm?

I woke before dawn and slipped out of bed from between my two nude bedmates. In the dim light we had left on in the bathroom I stood and studied Crystal and Ellen - two of the most beautiful women in the world. They each owned a large place in my heart.

I put on my running togs and headed out the door. I ran the streets until the light was bright enough to maneuver safely on some of the woodland trails near our home. After an hour, I found my favorite clearing and stopped to meditate. I sat and studied a knot on a log until I disappeared from the face of the planet, entering some other dimensions billions of light years away. I knew that to return to the real world all I needed to do was unfocus my concentration on that knot, yet I hesitated since the place I’d gone to was so calm, peaceful, and showed me so much about my inner being.

Eventually, I blinked a few times and looked around me - I’d come back to the real world. A few weeks earlier a fawn and doe had visited with me about this time of day in this clearing. As I trotted back to the house, my mind turned so easily to Crystal and Ellen. Each of them had gone out of their way to pledge their deep love to me during our trip. For Crystal, this was not unusual; we deeply loved each other. For Ellen, her sister, she’d never confessed her love to me in the deep, committed, and the personal way she had.

Ellen hadn’t made a secret of how she felt; I think Crystal knew earlier. Crystal accepted the situation, but there were under currents that seemed to have been swept under the rug. Could we exist as a triad? Crystal had urged the three of us not to do anything rash for at least six months. We knew that was a long time and that there would be major changes in all our lives in that interval. Maybe Crystal was the wisest of the three of us.

* * * * *

Monday morning, Ellen had to connect with Terry and do some concert planning for Crystal, me, and another lesser-known band that Terry had recently signed on as our opener. There had been talk of movie deals for Crystal and me too, so the pair had a lot to work on. As it turned out from that day forward and for months afterwards, we each started to put in long work hours every day.

Terry gave Crystal and me a list of fifty-two songs he wanted us to perfect. For about half of them, he had rough music accompaniment tracks on a couple of CDs. He promised he’d mail us the background music for the rest in the next day or so. He said his new band would lay down the music-only tracks for us.

Crystal and I spent a long day in her studio, working on various renditions of only three of the songs, practicing both duets and singles. We gave a lot of thought to who did which parts of each song. I thought back to what I knew of the music industry before Crystal pulled me into the side of it because she fancied me. I used to think a good singer could knock off an entire album in an afternoon without rehearsals. How wrong I’d been.

The fifty-two songs Terry had given us were new and unreleased. Some were from our new friend and composer, Jake Randall. After a month of long days seven days a week, when we had passable versions of each song, Terry, Jake, and a team of others from Sony Records, sat and listened to some of the songs in one of the large Nashville studios such as they were up to that point. Over three weeks, we did a critique, even playing back and listening to each song again and again. After that, we whittled the number we liked down to less than twenty over three days.

Over the next couple of weeks, we worked with our regular live band on each of the twenty songs until we had better versions ready to deliver. We then had another studio show with our review team, critiquing each song again, making subtle changes, and picking the ones we’d use on the album. Another three weeks got spent rehearsing each song until we had it nailed every time that we sang it.

We then lay down each track in the studio, spending about a day per song. The audio engineers took over adjusting the fifty to one hundred variables they had to play with throughout each song. A couple of weeks later, we heard the pre-release versions of each song. Amazingly, everyone on the album team liked the songs and deemed them ready for release.

With the songs locked down, Crystal and I started to shoot music videos on each of the songs in the new album. The rationale for doing all of them was that no one knew which songs would become hits, so we did videos for each of them.

Everyone we had talked to liked the song The Naked Truth that Jake had written, so that became the title song for the album. We had fun doing the title song video, specifically because it required much nudity or close to it, particularly on Crystal’s part. I was often only in a pair of tight blue jeans. This time, the pictures had to be either G-rated or PG-13 rated, yet they had to be suggestive of really adult themes that the song carried.

It took another two weeks to shoot just the video for the lead song, although much of the footage could be edited and used for some of the other songs on The Naked Truth album. We spent another month finishing the other videos. Concurrently, the dubbing and audio geniuses synchronized the music with our singing in the videos (which usually got tossed because of background noise or our panting in the action scenes).

By now, over a five hundred people had been involved in the production of the album and the videos. This was a big deal.

Sony created a pre-release sampler and sent it to ‘friends’ at selected media outlets in the U.S., Europe, and Australia. Their opinions of the music and videos counted for a lot and strongly influenced how Sony would promote the album. Although it was rare for a complete album to be scrapped, it had happened. More frequently, a song or two in the mix got nixed and a substitute added.

We were lucky. Our entire album and all the videos emerged from the external reviews with rave reviews and a plea from nearly every DJ for complete copies they could start to ‘leak’ our music to their listeners. The DJs even got to see the several photos that would be used for the album cover and some of the interior shots on the album insert - pictures that Brite had taken on our sex-filled visit to her Minnesota studio. They wanted those too to use on their websites.

Given the reception, some of our ‘leaked’ music started to appear shortly before Halloween; the full release of the album came in mid

-November. Ours would be the album to give as a Christmas gift.

As the album progressed to market, the spread for Playboy also developed. Playboy loved Brite’s work and had selected thirty photographs to use in the spread. One unusually seductive one of Crystal on a tall stool with her beautiful legs outstretched achieved such appreciation that Playboy decided to use it as the December issue centerfold.

About two months after our photo shoot with Brite, a Playboy photographer and interview team arrived in Nashville to do an in-depth interview with Crystal, take candid photos during the interview at the recording studio, and do peripheral interviews with Ellen and me. They were around for three intensive days, and left happy.

About four weeks later, we got a mock-up of a sixteen-page spread that Playboy intended to use as the center section of the December edition of the magazine. They’d done a superb job in portraying Crystal, and the rest of us where we appeared. The shots were tasteful yet daring, and would surely be provocative even to the ultra-conservatives. Crystal’s wish for no beaver shots wasn’t fully satisfied, but she gave in when she saw how sexy the photographs made her look. Playboy also told us they’d never devoted so many pages in an issue to one star, so we were breaking new ground.

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