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1

Meagan Wilkins pulled her naked, toned frame out of the heated whirlpool spa and walked the twenty yards up to the main house as the heat from her body formed a condensation cloud around her in the cold night air. U
nder the moonlight and stars Meagan appeared to be some sort of spirit with the steam cloud trailing behind her as she moved with the heat from her feet leaving steaming footprints in the cold grass. What Meagan did in that swirling pool of hot water with a man she would not have touched months ago would have her father spinning in his cold Mississippi grave. Meagan thoughts ran back to the time she first encountered this new man in her life.

“What did you say you
r name was again?” Meagan asked the handsome man standing at her checkout counter.

“My name is Jonathan Taboo,” the man answered.

Meagan Wilkins worked at a fine women’s undergarment’s boutique and the apparel this gentleman selected, combined with his name, aroused her curiosity. Meagan placed the crotchless panties, sheer bras and flavored oils in Mr. Taboo’s bags. This man was about thirty-two years old, six foot two inches tall and had a dark chocolate skin tone with a bald head. Meagan was not wealthy, but she knew about expensive things and he was wearing a twenty thousand dollar diamond encrusted watch.

“Taboo is an interesting name, I’ve never heard it before,” Meagan said.

“I selected it myself because it seemed appropriate,” Jonathan said with a smile.

“Your wife will love these items you’ve selected for her,” Meagan said.

“Oh, these are not for my wife, I don’t have one of those, they’re for some close friends. A man can’t have too many friends, can he?” Jonathan said to Meagan with a questioning look.

Meagan was an ambitious woman who felt that she had stalled out in life. Meagan was thirty five years old, trim and beautiful, but she felt that always doing the right thing had only allowed others to walk al
l over her. Robert, Meagan’s ex-husband, left her over a year earlier for a younger woman and she felt stuck in her job as manager of the store. Meagan was frustrated and ready for a change. Jonathan gave Meagan a credit card without a limit to pay for his purchase and she rung up his items. Jonathan walked out of the door and got into a two hundred thousand dollar sports car and started to back out when he stopped. Jonathan came back into the store.

“Did you forget something, Mr. Taboo?” Meagan asked?

“Yes, I forgot to invite you to a social gathering I’m having at my place this weekend. This is an invitation with the address. Come if you have time, it starts at ten,” Jonathan said as he walked back out.

Normally Meagan would have rejected such an unsolicited invitation, but this time she did not.

“Thank you,” Meagan said.

“I hope I see you there,” Jonathan said as he left.

Meagan looked at the black invitation with gold lettering and watched Jonathan drive away. Meagan was a slender woman with brunette hair that she kept in a tidy cut that was shoulder length. Vibrant blue eyes, porcelain skin and a petite five foot five inch stature were the ingredients for an attractive presentation that Meagan kept wrapped in a conservative wardrobe that understated her beauty. Her curiosity was at a peak because Meagan always wondered what went on behind the doors of those huge gated homes situated in relative isolation and surrounded by acres of land on either side. Meagan knew the highway that this address was on and it was not somewhere anyone would go without a reason. Each one of the properties along this stretch of road that wound above a lake was prime real estate and home to some of the wealthiest citizens in Dallas. Until he walked into her boutique, Meagan had never heard of Jonathan Taboo, but she decided she would get a peek at how the other side lived on Saturday night when she went to his party. There was a time in the past when Meagan wouldn’t even think of attending such an event, but he felt that her reluctance to take chances may have played a part in ending her marriage. Playing it safe was easy, but in her mind Meagan determined it was time to step far outside her social comfort zone. Meagan figured she had nothing to lose and her social calendar was wide open.

2

Meagan Wilkins began life as Meagan Clark in a small town in Mississippi and was the first in her family to go college directly from high school. Hard work and good grades paid off for Meagan as she won an academic scholarship to a university in Florida. College was an eye opener for Meagan as she encountered people from all over the country of diverse backgrounds and cultures. Observing others socializing outside of class with individuals of different races was an adjustment for Meagan who came from a life experience that featured segregated churches and proms for black and white students. Her parents, especially Meagan’s father felt a certain way about African American’s and tried to pass that attitude on to his children.

Meagan drove up to the gated driveway of the address for the party and pressed the button to call the house. A woman’s voice answered.

“I was invited to a party here by Mr. Taboo,” Meagan said.

“Do you have your invitation?” the woman answered.

“Yes, I have it,” Meagan answered.

“Place you invitation up against the black square under the speaker button and the gate will open,” the woman directed.

“Okay, thanks,” Meagan said as she retrieved her invitation from her purse.

Meagan did as directed and placed her invitation against the black square. A green light illuminated alongside the square and the metal gate began to move to the right. The winding driveway went on for three hundred yards through a tunnel of tall trees and suddenly she burst into a manicured landscape with a magnificent white modern mansion in the middle. A circular driveway at least thirty feet wide was lined with cars, but the vehicle variety surprised Meagan. Parked next to a Rolls Royce was a battered economy car with a temporary donut spare tire. A four wheel drive mud bogging vehicle was situated alongside a custom motorcycle. Meagan parked and walked up to the front door and someone let her in.

Sensory overload was the first thing that came to Meagan’s mind. This place was massive and the interior lighting was of a very soft blue hue. Black marble floors led up to dual spiral staircases. Meagan felt overdressed as she wore a little black dress and opened toed sandals with six inch heels, but she noticed some of the party guests were wearing some of the items she sold to Mr. Taboo.  An mature  woman about fifty five years old with white hair walked by Meagan without a hint of self-consciousness wearing a pair of
crotchless panties, lace bra and black high heeled shoes.  The bottom floor of the home was occupied by people of various ages, body types and social status. Individuals of all races were represented with most seemingly normal in appearance with a few outstanding physical examples and their dress apparently was whatever was comfortable for each individual. Some party goers seemed to be most at ease wearing nothing at all. Meagan wondered if this was the place for her when she heard a voice behind her.

“Meagan, thank you for coming,” a man said.

Meagan turned and recognized Jonathan Taboo, her host for the evening.

“Well, thank you for inviting me,” Meagan said as she scanned the room.

“I know. It’s a little jarring at first. Come upstairs so we can talk,” Jonathan beckoned.

Meagan followed Jonathan as he took her hand and led her upstairs. Jonathan went to an open area on the second floor with several chairs and invited Meagan to have a seat alongside him. A waiter came by and they both ordered drinks. Jonathan was wearing a loose fitting white ensemble made of a top with medium length sleeves that exposed his upper body and pants with an elastic waistband. Meagan looked at the muscular chest of this man and could see through the material
of his pants and clearly he was not wearing underwear.

“This is a fantastic home. How long have you lived here?” Meagan asked while attempting to keep her gaze at eye level.

“About five years. Let me ask you Meagan, why did you decide to come tonight?” Jonathan asked.

“Well I was curious and wanted to see what went on at a party at a place like this. I was wondering
, why did you invite me?” Meagan said.

“It was your eyes,” Jonathan said.

“My eyes?” Meagan said,

“Your eyes told me that you wanted more out of everything. I saw frustration, a little sadness and some bitterness. I think someone hurt you badly, am I close?” Jonathan said.

Meagan looked at Jonathan with a hint of suspicion in her eyes.

“I don’t really know you. Why should I tell you personal things about my life?” Meagan replied.

“That’s fair. Then get to know me. Ask me anything,” Jonathan said.

“Who are you? I mean, I’ve never heard of you. Where did you come from and how do you live like this?” Meagan asked.

“Good questions. I’m from a little town in Texas. I went to college in Chicago and studied finance and psychology.  I worked on Wall Street for eight years in a hedge fund. When the market crashed in 2008, I was in a good position and cashed out on the high end. I came back to my home town and started buying up land. I amassed a couple thousand acres and then this gas company called me and said they discovered huge natural gas reserves under my property and basically, I don’t have any worries. I don’t need to keep a regular job and I do investing from my home,” Jonathan said.

“Okay, but I didn’t hear anything about your personal life, that’s what you’re asking me about,” Meagan said.

“Meagan you are an intelligent woman. My personal life has not been as fruitful as my business life. I was married for three years and loved my wife deeply, but she thought I cared more for my profession. I told her that I was doing it for our future, but I forgot about what she needed then, and that was me in the present. Someone else gave her the emotional support and companionship that I didn’t, and it ended. She had a torrid affair with this man that I considered to be a friend of mine. It cut me to the core. I think that experience is the main reason I live the way I do now. I couldn’t see past my own limitations and lost the woman I loved when she told me what I needed to do to keep her, I wasn’t listening. I kept telling her why my approach was the right way to go,” Jonathan said.

“Wow, okay, I guess it’s my turn.  I have a hard time talking about my life, because I don’t think I want to be responsible for where it is now. Whatever you saw in my eyes, here it is. I feel like I have helped other people take advantage of me in my job. I always felt if I worked hard and did my best, it would pay off, but it seems like it paid off for other people. Sometimes I would do most of the work while someone else got the pat on the back and promotion. Now I feel like I’m stuck. I’m getting too old to be considered new potential for promotion. My regional boss is four years younger than I am. I feel like the window has passed for me to move up. It’s so frustrating, so when do I move on to just being satisfied with what I have?” Meagan said.

“Go on,” Jonathan said.

“Oh yeah, the personal stuff. I was married for six years and I thought everything was going fine. It’s hard to talk about this. I was raised very conservatively and there were some things you did and some things you just didn’t do. My husband started wanting me to try other things and I just wouldn’t do it,” Meagan said.

“What do you mean by other things?” Jonathan said.

Meagan glanced around the room.

“I mean other things, sexually,” Meagan replied in a low tone of voice.

“What, with other people?” Jonathan asked.

“No, just with him,” Meagan replied.

“He wanted me to do things with my mouth and he wanted to put his thing where it shouldn’t go,” Meagan said.

“Oral sex and anal sex? So you never gave him oral sex?” Jonathan asked.

“I tried it, didn’t like it, and decided that if he really loved me
, then he would stay with me in any case,” Meagan said.

“Okay. What about the other issue?” Jonathan asked.

“There was no way I was doing that. It’s not natural and that’s not what it was made for. I don’t know where he got those ideas from,” Meagan said.

“Okay. He left you. Was he with someone else when he left?” Jonathan asked.

“Yes he was. She was some younger woman that worked with him,” Meagan said.

“People get new ideas about sex from many sources. He could have gotten it from his friends discussing what their wives or girlfriends did in bed or he could have heard other women tell someone what they did with their men. In either case it could have generated curiosity and feelings of why he wasn’t being treated that way,” Jonathan said.

“Just because he was curious about something shouldn’t mean I had to do things I didn’t want to do?” Meagan said.

“Let me ask you something
. Did your refusal to try those things erase the curiosity your husband felt?” Jonathan asked.

“Well, I guess his
questions about knowing what it was like was still there. Are you saying I should have done those things?” Jonathan said,

“No, I’m not, but your statements to me all revolved around what you didn’t like and what you didn’t want to do. You made a choice, whether you realized it or not, that not doing what you thought was taboo, was worth your husband wa
lking around with those thoughts in his mind. Do you think another woman satisfied his curiosity or was he with another woman when he came to you with those ideas?”  Jonathan said.

“I don’t think he was with somebody else when he first brought that up to me, I think that came later,” Meagan said.

“Did you still love him when he left?” Jonathan said.

“Yes, I still loved him. I was devastated when he walked out. We had talked about having children,” Meagan said.

“Do you think he would have stayed if you had tried those things with him?” Jonathan said.

“I don’t know, but I think about it often,” Meagan said.

“You know, he still could have left if you had tried it, but you wouldn’t be still thinking that was possibly the reason,” Jonathan said.

“Enough about that.
What’s with this party? Why are people dressed the way they are and some are even naked?” Meagan asked.

“That’s why I legally changed my last name to Taboo. I help people break their personal taboos. My birth name was Fields and when I die it will be Fields on my gravestone because I’ve already had it inscribed on the marker. There are people here with body issues and being naked helps them to overcome that.  There are some people here afraid of people with money and power. There are millionaires and fast food clerks mingling together here tonight. Some folks have sexual lines they won’t cross and some have ventured across those boundaries in this place,” Jonathan said.

“Are you for real? This isn’t some kind of cult or something is it?” Meagan asked.

“No, I assure you it’s not. I met all of these people just like I met you. People come and people go. The one thing they have in common is they want to live a life with fewer self-imposed constraints. Having someone else hold you back is much different than doing it to yourself,” Jonathan said.

“Hi, Jonathan,” a young black woman about twenty four years old said as she came over and sat on his lap.

“
Sheneka this is Meagan, this is her first party,” Jonathan said as he introduced them.

“I’m
Sheneka, nice to meet you,” Sheneka said.

Sheneka
then turned and kissed Jonathan as deeply as she could as she ran her hand underneath the waist band of his trousers and caressed his penis. Meagan was shocked as she sat there witnessing the scene that was unfolding in front of her eyes. Sheneka was young, trim and had a body that was blessed with what only youth could provide. Sheneka’s long, lean legs met up with her buttocks that seemed overly ample for her overall size. Meagan drank in the body of this young black woman with a flat stomach and breasts slightly larger than her own modest bust line. Sheneka’s hair was cut in a short style and pressed close to her head. 

“I’ll see you later,”
Sheneka said as she got off Jonathan’s lap and walked away wearing only a thong and heels. Meagan’s face was a flushed red color and Jonathan sensed her uneasiness. Meagan took another sip of wine.

“What was that?” Meagan remarked.

“Sheneka is an affectionate person,” Jonathan said.

“I’m just not used to seeing someone do
something like that in public,” Meagan said.

“This isn’t in public, this is a private function. Come on, let me introduce you to some of my friends,” Jonathan said.

Meagan followed Jonathan downstairs and she met an eclectic group of people ranging from real estate agents, retail clerks to professors. There was not an ethnic or financial profile that these people fit into except a desire to be more open with their choices and have fewer self imposed barriers. Meagan found some people she had quite a bit in common with and was surprised at how down to earth they were. After downing a few more drinks and partaking of various selections of food items, Meagan felt much more at ease. Meagan went back upstairs to seek out Jonathan and walked down a hallway. As Meagan walked past an open door she stopped transfixed in her tracks. A black woman was sitting with her naked back to the door as she was seated on the lap of a man with her legs folded under her thighs as she straddled him. Meagan could see the woman’s body undulating back and forth and the man placed his hands on her bare buttocks. Meagan walked in to the room. The sound of the breathing and moaning coming from the pair filled the space with sound. Meagan saw that it was Jonathan and Sheneka engaged in an intense sexual encounter.  Jonathan motioned for Meagan to sit on the couch alongside them.