"Let's take a swim!", I heard myself exclaim.

"Yeah, why not?", Tim responded.

"But, we don't have any swimming suits with us" said John.

That was true, but what did it matter, besides I didn't feel like I wanted to wear a swimsuit. I felt like I wanted to do something out of the ordinary. I hadn't gone skinny dipping, since my husband was killed. After all this day was special, at least to me, and I wanted to amuse myself…

"What difference does it make" I asked, "there's only us here, and I've seen you naked before! Let's go skinny dipping!"

That was also true, but I hadn't seen my boys naked for years. Even though we were an open family, I was raised to respect the privacy of someone, but what difference would it make now.

This day however, I'm sure it must have been the wine that got to my head and the warmth, but as I started peeling of my clothes, one by one, I started to feel….excited…

Michael, my husband, was a city boy, raised in Houston, before he had moved out to work in Texas. For me, he was the first man I had ever been with, even after his death. However, Michael wasn't a beginner at making love, he showed me a lot of things, letting me explore my own as well as his body. Teaching me the differences, showing me the secret of the love-act, things I had only heard about or dreamt in my wildest dreams… He introduced me to a completely new dimension. Of course, coming from the country, I was pretty naive, and, you could say, prude and strictly raised, knowing that sex was taboo, and somewhat a sin. But Michael changed this within me, I learned that all the lectures my mother had had with me about sex, sin and duty, was falling apart. My first orgasm, that was actually the second time we made love, changed all my ideas and theories about sex, it became something pleasurable, a game, in which you couldn't loose, you would feel good with any outcome. And he taught me that as long as everything felt good, there was no bad in it.