This is the fourth chapter of an ongoing story and picks up where the third chapter ended. It follows sequentially the first two chapters. I strongly recommend reading “Rebuilding,” “Rebuilding CH 02,” and “Rebuilding CH 03” before you read this fourth chapter.

This story is a work of fiction. Real places and institutions are mentioned or implied, but they are used fictitiously here. As far as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those places or institutions has done anything akin to what is described in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. I encourage comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable. Thank you for reading.

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The light shining on us was bright enough that I wondered it had to be the spotlight on a cop car. Caitlyn and I were too close to coming to stop. Just as I shot inside of her, Caitlyn let out a moan that turned into a scream.

I heard the jingling from a utility belt. We were busted and, I feared, totally fucked. A female voice that sounded vaguely familiar said, “that sounded like a good one.”

Caitlyn rolled off me and we scrambled to our feet. Both of us were completely nude and I was still partially hard. I was looking into the spotlight and could only see the officer’s silhouette. I stepped so I was at a right angle to the beam. Desperate for any way out of what I wondered was a really bad situation, I had some hope when I realized the officer was one of the few members of our town’s PD whom I knew. A couple of years earlier, I had volunteered to help a local business turn a brownfield site into ball fields. Officer Sherry Holden had been the police liaison for that project. I remembered Holden as a very pleasant, un-cop like, person.

With the cruiser spotlight now illuminating her face, I could see that Holden was smiling. “Good to see you again, Mr. Stone,” she said.

“Uh,” I started.

Holden held up a hand. She looked at my dick, then said to Caitlyn, “If I knew I was going to have that in me, I might not wait to get to inside either. And I know outdoor Sex is the best. Still, if you want to do it outdoors, go in the back yard. If one of my less tolerant colleagues had been on patrol tonight instead of me, you both might find yourselves registering as Sex offenders for the rest of your lives.”

“I’m really sorry,” I said.

“Don’t be,” Holden responded. “I get it and I know that the possibility someone might drive by and see you made it hotter. I don’t see that you were hurting anyone. I just want you to understand that some of my more hardnosed colleagues probably wouldn’t see this situation the way I do.”

“Are we in trouble?” Caitlyn asked.

“Not from me,” Holden replied. “I didn’t call anything in before I stopped so I don’t have to make an arrest or issue a citation to account for my stop. Just don’t do it where you can be seen from the street in the future.”

“We owe you,” I said.

Holden gave me a long look. “Now that I’ve seen you naked,” she said, “I’ll be tempted to collect.” She walked back to her cruiser, but stood outside it, watching us, until we went in the house. As she drove away, Caitlyn and I were both overcome with a fit of laughter.

When I finally regained control, I said, “Jesus! We dodged a bullet.”

“When you have that lovely dick hanging out,” Caitlyn said, “it has an effect on women. We do owe her something.”

A couple of weeks later, a text came in on my cell phone: “On drone duty tonight. Play in your back yard? About 8:00? SH.” I was a little surprised Holden had my cell number, but it wasn’t private, and I guess cops can discover those easily. I showed Caitlyn the message.

“We owe her big time,” Caitlyn said. “If she wants to voyeur, it strikes me as the least we can do.”

“I assume the cops save the video from their drones,” I said.

“So, the town cops will be able to call it up and perv on us when they’re bored?” Caitlyn asked.

I nodded. “And post it on the internet,” I added.

Caitlyn smiled. “That might be cool, having video of us fucking out there where anyone can see it. It doesn’t matter to you. You’re retired. If it creates some buzz, that might help me.”

Just before eight, we turned on every light in our back yard. I wore board shorts. Caitlyn wore a metallic blue one piece that went well with her blonde hair. We waited until we heard a slight noise above us. We likely would not have noticed it if we hadn’t been listening for it. Looking up, I saw a small dark object hovering about twenty feet above the pool. “Ready?” Caitlyn asked. I nodded.

Caitlyn stepped right in front of me. She untied the drawstring in my shorts and began pushing them down, lowering herself into a squat as she went. When she had the shorts at my feet, I stepped out of them. Still squatting, Caitlyn began stroking my dick with her hand. As I started getting hard, she licked her tongue up the underside of my shaft and head. Then, she took my head in her mouth.

I only let Caitlyn suck me for a moment before I tapped her shoulders. She let me out of her mouth and stood up. I pulled the straps of her suit off her shoulders and down her arms. When her arms were out, I began peeling her suit down. After I exposed her breasts, I stopped and sucked her left nipple for a few moments. Once the nipple was nice and hard, I continue peeling her suit down Caitlyn’s body, lowering myself and licking her as I went.

Once I had her suit off her feet, Caitlyn took a small sidestep to give me access between her thighs. I began licking her outer lips. Then, I pressed my face into her and started sucking her clit. Caitlyn let me suck her for a time before she tapped my shoulders. I stood. We hugged and kissed quickly. Then, Caitlyn took my hand and led me to a cushion we’d placed on the pool deck.

When we reached the cushion, Caitlyn let go of my hand and lay down on the cushion on her back. For a moment, she held her legs together tightly and smiled teasingly. The noise from the drone seemed louder. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the drone was now only a few feet above us. I looked back down at Caitlyn. She spread her legs wide. I knelt between her legs and leaned forward over her. Caitlyn took my dick in her right hand and guided me into her.

We made Love slowly, wanting to give Sherry plenty of video to watch. Caitlyn whispered in my ear, “this is pretty Hot, doing it knowing that machine is making video of us.” As we got more aroused, we forgot about the drone and focused on each other. Caitlyn’s hips began to buck, and she did the wonderful thing where her cunt seemed to contract on my dick. That made me put more effort into my thrusts, but the sensation was exquisite. Caitlyn grabbed my Ass with both hands and dug her fingers in.

Caitlyn’s hands seemed to pull me into her more deeply while her cunt contracted around me. I cannot describe how wonderful it felt. It was apparently good for Caitlyn too. Her bucking increased and she started sucking hard breaths. We didn’t do that too long before she said, “Oh God! I’m… about… to… COME!” That was when I started shooting inside her. I came for longer than usual while Caitlyn shuddered and moaned.

When our orgasms passed, we were both spent. I lay above Caitlyn, still in her, supporting my weight on my arms. We kissed. I became aware of the sound from the drone again. Caitlyn said, “Pull out and sit on the cushion. I’m going to suck you clean.”

I pulled out and sat back with my legs aside. My dick was wet with her fluid and some of my come. Caitlyn got up on all fours, looked at the drone, smiled, and then put her head between my legs. She took my dick in her mouth then moved her head back, sucking me, until I popped out of her mouth. Caitlyn turned to face the drone again and said, “Hope you enjoyed this, Sherry. We did!” The drone hovered over us for a few more seconds, then elevated and flew off.

I had put my phone on a table on the patio when we first came outside. A couple of minutes after we finished, my phone pinged to alert me to a new incoming text. Caitlyn and I walked to the table and read the text: “Great video. BF and I will use later. SH.”

The following week, Caitlyn got a call from someone at a streaming service. They were producing a new film to be released on their service. Caitlyn had been recommended to write the background music. Although she would only be paid

$ 2,500, it was a great opportunity. The film was shot. After we both signed an agreement that we wouldn’t copy it or show it to anyone else, Caitlyn was allowed to download the film with the dialogue.

The film was not a great piece of cinematic art. It was a vehicle for a lot of graphic violence and a little very explicit Sex. The plot was simple. A good king and queen in ancient times were attacked and killed, and their kingdom taken over, by a rival king. Knowing an attack was likely, the good king and queen had sent their young daughter, the princess, off to the far north for safety. She is raised by a kindly old woman and grows into a gorgeous woman. She meets a young man with magical powers who singled-handedly smites the king and army who killed her parents and restores her to the throne she inherited.

Many of the scenes called for music which was, as Caitlyn admitted, bombastic. There was one scene which Caitlyn had me watch with her several times before she composed the music for it. The scene was an ice-filled lake in a snowy forest. The princess is walking, comes upon the lake, and sees the hero in the icy water, apparently bare. She calls to him to ask how he can endure the cold water. He replies that it is not cold at all. She is obviously skeptical. The hero invites her to join him in the water and he’ll prove it. She replies that she can’t because she did not bring a bathing costume. The hero replies that she doesn’t need to wear anything in the water and that he is not. At this point, some of the hero’s magical power works and, almost in a trance, the princess strips off and gets in the water. She is astounded to discover the water feels very warm and at once begins to trust the hero. A bit later, he leads her out of the lake, and they make Love, very explicitly, on a snowbank where the princess has her first Orgasm.

The scene was interesting only because the actor playing the princess had a very nice body and the Sex seemed very realistic. A couple of days after we watched it the first time, Caitlyn told me, “I called the director to see if she had anything specific in mind for the underscoring for the scene. She didn’t, but she did tell me that we aren’t seeing body doubles. Those are the actors playing the male and female leads and they actually fucked and orgasmed.” Caitlyn wondered for a moment before adding, “that must have been so much fun: fucking and coming with all the people they need to film a movie around you. Waking up that morning knowing you are going to do that, wow!”

Caitlyn finally came up with music that started out cool and tentative but became warmer and stronger as the couple bonded, then worked towards a climax as the couple made Love and orgasmed. According to Caitlyn, the director and producers wondered her music was fantastic.

Caitlyn and I were married at the resort Beth, Caitlyn’s mother, and Richard, Beth’s lover, frequented on the Saturday after Labor Day. Caitlyn wore white high heels, a garter belt on her right thigh. I wore a black and grey bowtie. The resort had found a local official empowered to perform weddings who agreed, for a steep fee, to officiate a nude wedding. Amanda and Jerry, both completely bare, were the maid of honor and best man respectively.

The reception was at one of the resort’s pool bars. We couldn’t effectively rope that off, so more than a few people we didn’t know ate and drank on our tab. At least everyone was naked. After the reception, we all went to Jan and Tom’s condo unit for what Amanda, whose idea it was, called the “ritual consummation of the marriage.” Put more explicitly, Caitlyn and I were gonna fuck while our wedding guests watched.

I think all the guests had seen us fuck before, but it was still fun. Jan had put something like a large ottoman in the center of the floor and covered it with a sheet. Caitlyn got on it on her hands and knees. I entered her from behind. We fucked while watching our friends watch us fuck. It sounds strange but was a wonderful time.

After Caitlyn and I came, Beth and Richard, Laura and Jerry, and Jan and Tom started fucking and Amanda and Simone did 69. Amanda had gotten vibrators for Yvonne and Elaine to get themselves off. So, Caitlyn and I got to watch our friends Orgasm on our wedding day just as they had watched us. Not a bad reception.

Caitlyn and I had been home from our wedding for a few days. Caitlyn was playing the piano after dinner, nude as she preferred, and I sat in a chair nearby watching and listening. I was also nude, as Caitlyn preferred. People never came to our door unexpectedly, but our doorbell rang that evening. Caitlyn stopped playing. “We can’t pretend we aren’t home,” I said. “Whoever it is will have heard the piano. I suppose I better put something on and answer it.”

“No, Peter,” Caitlyn said. “We need to be honest about our lifestyle. We live here without clothes on. If someone comes here, they must accept that. I’ll go to the door with you.”

Nervously, with Caitlyn at my side, I answered the door. I was embarrassed and a little scared. The person at our door was Dr. Deborah Braxton. Deb Braxton had been a good friend of Erin’s, my late first Wife. They had met years ago when Amanda was at the same preschool as Deb’s daughter. Erin and I had gone to dinner many times with Deb and her doctor husband Ross. Deb had tried to call me a few times after Erin’s funeral. I never called her back and she finally gave up. Now, I was standing in front of her completely nude with my nude 22-year-old second Wife beside me.

“I’m sorry,” Deb said after looking at us for a moment. “Am I interrupting something?”

I was a little in shock, and let Caitlyn respond. “No,” she said. “I was practicing. I’m a pianist.”

Deb made a gesture towards our nude bodies and said, I just wondered since you’re both….”

“Naked?” Caitlyn finished Deb’s sentence. “We are at all times naked at home. In fact, we prefer to be naked everywhere. Please come in. Can I get you something to drink? Water? Soda? Wine?”

A smile was coming to Deb Braxton’s face. “A glass of wine would be very nice, thank you.”

“White or red?” Caitlyn asked.

“White please,” Deb responded.

“I’ll be right back,” Caitlyn said. “Peter, sit with Dr. Braxton in the living room.”

Not sure it was a smart thing to do, or even proper, I turned and led Deb Braxton into our living room. “I remember this room,” she said. She sat on a chair opposite our sofa. “I probably shouldn’t say this, but I will. Erin at all times told me you had a great body. I can see she was right.”

“Uh, Deb, what can we do for you?” I asked.

“You were very withdrawn, understandably, after Erin’s death,” Deb said. “I decided that I was acting inappropriately intruding on you. I heard you had remarried. I was just very curious how you were doing and had to satisfy that curiosity.”

Caitlyn came back into the room with wine for Deb and for each of us. Caitlyn and Deb talked for several minutes. To me, it almost sounded like Deb was interviewing Caitlyn. Deb finally brought me back into the conversation by saying, “Peter, I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised to discover you and Caitlyn naked.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“Well,” Deb said, “Erin told me the two of you used to skinny dip in your pool.” Caitlyn gave me a smile. Our relationship had started when Amanda invited Caitlyn to skinny dip in our pool and contrived to get me home while they were doing it.

We talked with Deb a while longer. I updated her on the last five years of my life. I knew Deb was a doctor but had never known her specialty. I finally asked. “Dermatologist,” Deb answered. “Have either of you ever had a skin exam?” she asked. Caitlyn and I shook our heads negatively. “You should have a complete exam, at least every few years. Tell you what,” she continued, “we can do the two of you together and I’ll waive the fee for the first exam. I’m gonna charge for treatment if I discover anything that it, but I’ll give you the exam as an ‘introductory special.’ Just call my office and tell the scheduler I told you to say you are special patients.” Deb smiled as she said that.

The following day, I asked Caitlyn, “what do you think about Deb’s offer of a Free skin exam? Should we do it?”

“Why not?” Caitlyn replied.

I called Deb’s office on Monday. I thought I heard a small chuckle when I said special patients. “Doctor Braxton sees special patients at the end of the day,” the scheduler said. “She’s got time at 6:00 p.m. on Thursday.” I took the appointments.

Caitlyn and I showed up at Deb’s office in a four-story medical office building by a hospital just as the last regular patients were leaving. The young woman in white behind the front desk took our names and made a call. We had just sat down when Deb appeared in the waiting room in the traditional white coat, accompanied by a younger man also in a white coat.

“First, I’d like you to meet the newest addition to our practice, Dr. Jeremy Swift. He’ll be doing Caitlyn’s examination. Peter, since you are older, you are more likely to have an problem so I feel I need to do you exam myself.” That made sense so we agreed.

“You figure out that we will be examining all of your skin, every nook and cranny,” Deb said. “For that reason, we’ll need you both naked. The other patients are gone. You can disrobe here and give your clothing to Melissa.” Deb nodded at the young woman behind the front desk.

This was not what I had expected. I glanced at Caitlyn. She smiled at me and kicked off her shoes. “Sure,” she said. Caitlyn and I stripped naked in the waiting room with Deb, Dr. Swift, and Melissa watching.

Once we were both nude, Deb said, “now, follow me.” She opened a door into the offices. Caitlyn and I followed the two doctors down a hallway. Other staff of the practice were still there. A few walked past us. We had started to turn into another hall when I saw a woman in a white coat further down the hall. She looked like another Doctor.

Deb saw the other woman and stopped. “Erika, come here,” Deb said. The other woman walked towards us. When she got close, Deb said, “Erika, I’d like you to meet new patients, Caitlyn and Peter Stone. Caitlyn, Peter, this is one of my partners, Dr. Erika Snyder.” We said hello and shook hands as if Caitlyn and I were not naked.

While that was happening, a man in a white coat with short grey hair and glasses entered the hallway. “More special patients Deb?” he called out.

“Milton, come here,” Deb said. “Meet Caitlyn and Peter Stone.” To us, Deb said, “this is my senior partner, Dr. Milton Wright.” We shook hands with Dr. Wright. We had a group of four doctors, all fully clothed, circled around Caitlyn and me. We were completely naked.

Caitlyn’s and my prior experience going nude had been around other people who were also nude. Even the crowd at the Michigan festival had been, mostly, nude. Being the only nude people in a clothed group was a new experience. I was enjoying it and I could see that Caitlyn was too.

The group finally broke up. Deb led us into an exam room that had two tables covered in white paper. “Lie face down on those tables and we’ll get started,” Deb said. I did as I was told. Soon, I felt Deb’s hands on my feet. “Most doctors use gloves,” she said. “I don’t because I’ve found that I can feel small lesions which I cannot see. Don’t worry. I washed my hands thoroughly.”