Sample: The Art of the Orgy

Mark eased the SUV into the parking spot near the clubhouse. He let out a low breath. The closer they’d gotten to camp, the more his clothes had started to itch. But after far too long on the road, they’d finally arrived. He’d be nude soon, which would make all the difference in the world.

In the passenger seat, Leah closed her notebook and smiled at him. His heart skipped. Somehow she was more beautiful in her thirties than she’d ever been before. He tried to capture the image of her smile in his memory, but before he could, she’d turned to climb out of the car.

He popped the trunk and undid his own seatbelt. When he opened the door, the sticky South Carolina heat blasted him. It felt worse than Atlanta, though he was sure it wasn’t. He glanced into the back seat to see that McKenna was just waking up.

The toddler blinked her eyes several times and then, in a way all too reminiscent of her mother, craned her neck to look around. She had the same dark straight hair and eyes. Only her lighter skin color hinted that she was Mark’s daughter. That, and her more quiet personality. Mac could silently watch the adults for an hour without having to fuss.

After such a horrible pregnancy, they’d been blessed with such a wonderful child, even as a toddler. Even remembering a temper tantrum or two, he couldn’t help smiling.

Leah opened the back car door and began unbuckling McKenna. The little girl smiled at her mom and held up her arms after Leah slid them from the straps. After McKenna had been picked up, she reached back toward the car, silently asking for her stuffed bear.

Mark chuckled and grabbed it. She smiled when he handed it to her, but then leaned her head against her mother’s shoulder.

“Which bungalow is ours?” Leah asked. They walked around the clubhouse from the parking area toward the pool.

“Number five.” Mark brightened and gestured toward the pool. “Look. Your sister beat us.”

Kara’s twins, Jana and Kyra, were throwing a large beach ball back and forth in the shallow end of the pool. The two ten-year-olds laughed and shouted loudly. The sun glistened off their dark, wet skin.

Kara herself waved from one of the lounge chairs nearby. She stood up and walked toward them. She’s trimmed her pubes more than usual, Mark noted. She hadn’t shaved completely, but the triangle of remaining hair served as an arrow pointing down.

He couldn’t help grinning. She generally went au naturel. When she wasn’t, it was a flashing sign that she was ready to play.

“You made it! Need any help?” Kara said.

“Victor’s on a grocery run.”

“We’re fine. Where’s everyone else?” Mark asked.
“Mom and Dad are up at the main camp.” Kara waved in its general direction. “Otherwise you’re the first.”

“Paul said they’d be here closer to dinnertime,” Leah added. McKenna squirmed in her arms, her signal that she wanted down.

“Hold on a sec,” Leah sighed. “We need to get your sunscreen on.”

“You’ll need plenty of that,” Kara said. “It’s gonna be hot.”

To be continued…

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You want to do what in the middle of an orgy?

The summer of 1996 might be the last big party at The Pines. Mark’s happy to spend the long week relaxing and fooling around. So why does he keep wanting to go draw with Christy in the middle of it?

This slice of life story weaves through the orgy in the Epilogue of Nick Scipio’s Summer Camp Swingers Universe. If you enjoy a mix of glimpses of every day life mixed with erotic scenes, you’ll enjoy The Art of the Orgy.

Note: The versions on Bookapy and Smashwords are Director’s cuts with additional taboo scenes.