Fertility Issues

An adult stories – Fertility Issues by Sunadmire,Sunadmire Fertility Issues

Lisa and Rudy shared more than a ride during varsity breaks.

TAGS: Creampie, Costume, Cunnilingus, Down blouse, Fellatio, MFF, Recording, Student sex, Threesome, Voyeur

Category: Romance

Background:

This story takes place in South Africa before the introduction of cell phones in 1994. The academic year starts January/February and ends November/December.

Students, at the time of the work, interested in teaching positions at government schools are required to complete a ‘Higher Education Diploma’ (HED), which was a post-graduate diploma offered by the major universities.

‘Onderstepoort’ is a veterinary institute of the University of Pretoria (Tuks), the only one of its kind in South Africa and the main research center for veterinary sciences.

This is a stand-alone work, but features characters introduced in the ‘Spring Break’ series (some characters also feature in: ‘Sis’ Transformation’ and ‘Sandra’s Challenge’) and can be seen as a side-story to the series. The events in these works have no impact on this work as the events described in this work occurred years before the events in the other works. Leave a comment if you’ve spotted any of these characters.

All characters in sexual situations, real or implied, are 18 or above.

The events and characters in this story are entirely fictitious and chosen purely to fit into the story’s plot.

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Méthode Cap Classique (MCC), is the South African version of Champagne – they are South African sparkling wines made by the traditional Champagne method. Sparkling wines have been produced in South Africa since 1971, according to the MCC/champenoise method, but the term ‘MCC’ only started to gain popularity in 1992 when South Africa was banned from using ‘Champagne’ for locally produced sparkling wines.

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In 1977, Clout, an all-woman South African band released their first single ‘Substitute’, about a woman who offers her ‘substitute’ services to a man (Sam) in the event that his girlfriend doesn’t come back. The song topped the charts in South Africa, New Zealand and parts of Europe. It made #2 in the UK and #67 on the US Top 100 Billboard. This work plays off at a time that the song was climbing the local charts towards it’s #1 position. The appropriate part of the lyrics, for the purposes of this work include:

Sam, you’ve been waiting much too long now

It looks like she’s not coming home

Sam, you’ve been loyal, true and faithful

All this time with being alone

If I could get the same dedication

I’d give you everything in creation

If she doesn’t come back (If she doesn’t come back)

I’ll be your substitute

Whenever you want me, ooh!

Don’t you know I’ll be your substitute

Whenever you need me, ooh!

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Acknowledgements:

I am much indebted to kenjisato for the thorough editing of the text (more than once) and making this story much more readable and enjoyable than I could master on my own. kenjisato also sent me articles on research performed on mice and rabbits, which enriched this work. I take responsibility for any error that remains.

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Late February 1977:

Rudy took a deep breath, before he opened the door into the mouse-breeding lab. He knew it wouldn’t make any difference, he’d have to take hundreds of breaths whilst inside, but taking a deep breath before entering, just felt as if he was off to a good start.

He waved back at Nathi and Lumka, as he closed the door behind him; they were part of the maintenance team who cleaned the cages and fed the mice, as prescribed by the various researchers.

He fastened the last button of his lab coat, and stepped to the first collection of mice. There were eight clusters of twenty cages each. Each cage housed one mouse and individual cages were twice as long as wide. There were six males in each cluster and Rudy used a shortened designation as identification, where C3M5 designated Male 5 of Cluster 3. He’d even shorten it to M5 if he recorded the cluster’s reference earlier.

Each male cage had four neighboring cages, two on each side, where the females were housed. The cage gates between the males and females were normally closed, but when a female is in estrus, the gate towards a neighboring male’s cage was removed until they mated or until estrus passed. Fourteen females were housed in a cluster and Rudy designated them in the same way, except that the ‘M’ was replaced with an ‘F’ for ‘female’. Their numbers ran from one to fourteen.

{Cage arrangement: =|=|=|=|=|=|= where ‘=’ represents two female cages next to each other and ‘|’ represents a male cage.}

The setup was such that each female, except the four on both ends of the cluster, could be connected to any of two neighboring males such that M1 could be matched with F1 to F4; M2 with F3 to F6 and so forth, up to M6 which could be matched with F11 to F14. All the females in the eight clusters came off a ‘highly fertile’ line and all males were from a ‘low male fertility’ line. They were in the grouping of clusters to supply low-fertility males for research into cures for low male fertility. Successful treatments could then hopefully be developed to treat inherited low fertility in human males.

Rudy started at Cluster 1. F1 (her full lab number was F76100084HF – the ‘HF’ indicated that she had a ‘High Fertility’ trait) had three babies, which would be weaned in a week’s time, two males and one female. The observation confirmed that she was a good mother since there weren’t any deaths in the litter.

In the next-door cage, the situation was different. The female, F76100134HF – or F2, failed to produce a litter following her latest match-up. Rudy saw that she was now in estrus and opened her cage’s door for access to M1 for another attempt to produce a litter.

Rudy inspected M1 (his lab number being M76100035LMF – the ‘LMF’ denotes ‘Low Male Fertility’), hoping that he would successfully father a litter with C1F2 this time round.

F3 was next, her cage was connected to M2, and Rudy checked if the pair had successfully mated. Satisfied that the female had a copulatory plug in her vaginal opening, he closed the gate between the cages before returning the F3 to her own cage and recorded his observations onto his clipboard.

In F4’s cage, the brother and sister, fathered by M1, would also be weaned within a few days.

He smiled, the situation was as expected with all five pinkies or weaners (of which Rudy inspected the mothers) having the same father (M1) with low fertility. And since these were second litters for both mothers (F1 and F4), the litters should have been closer to six, even eight. If all four match-ups of around a month ago were successful and of normal size, there should have been over twenty little ones crawling around. It definitely points to low male fertility, as the father was also from a small litter. He nodded his head – they had definitely isolated the ‘bad’ Y-chromosome.

Rudy moved on to M2, a half-brother of M1, to do a health check. There wasn’t any female in estrus which could share his cage after F3 was removed. The door to the cage of M4 will probably be opened for mating, once her pups were weaned and she was in estrus again.

Rudy moved onto F5 and F6, who mated with M2 just over a month ago. Both females had three-week-old pups, two sisters in one case, and two sisters and one brother in the other.

Rudy picked F7 up from M3’s cage to see if she had a copulatory plug and returned her to the male’s cage. He didn’t have high hopes of a pregnancy, as it was already the third of her four-day fertile window. This cousin of M1 and M2, had yet to impregnate a female – or try to.

There were two new-born pinkies in F8’s cage, and Rudy decided against disturbing the mother. The new arrivals were fathered by M4, another cousin of M1, M2 and of M3. As he recorded the new information, the lab door opened and Rudy looked up.

Professor Carlson and a female student entered, and headed his way. “Rudy, Lisa is a third-year student. She’ll assist me with an ad-hoc research experiment into an anecdotal cure for inherited low male fertility. I hope you can spare me a few males, any weaners?”

Rudy smiled as his eyes moved from Professor Carlson to Lisa. She stood about five foot six in her flat sandals, and had shoulder-length, butter-blonde hair in an asymmetrical, shoulder-length cut. He looked back at the professor. “You’re in luck, Professor.” He swept his hand over the collection of cages. “These males are all grandchildren and great-grandchildren of that bad breeder we got from Ikeys (University of Cape Town) last year. I can give you weaners in a week’s time.” He flipped to the previous week’s record and counted all the male pups about to be weaned. “I think I can spare at least twenty, but not much more.”

Professor Carlson nodded his head in approval. “Perfect, we’ll need to fill up three clusters with seven males each. A week will give Lisa time to prepare. We’ll also need a virile male for each cluster as a control, and close to fifty high-fertility females.” He looked at Lisa. “We don’t want unwilling females to distort the results.”

Rudy looked deeper into the lab and pointed at a collection of cages, two rows away. “I think we should find what you’re after over there. The females over there have large litters, eight-plus in most cases. We should easily get all your females and the three productive males between the weaners.”

Lisa wanted to clear her mind. “Why take a risk on weaners, which may not be as virile as their mothers?” She suddenly seemed unsure. “I guess, weaners are young mice which were recently weaned or about to be weaned?”

Professor Carlson looked at Rudy to answer, as if to test his knowledge.

Rudy felt the pressure and swallowed before he answered. “You’re right about ‘weaners’, and we call the newborns ‘pinkies’. Now to answer your question on using weaners versus mothers. Male and female mice frequently form bonds, and females will often auto-abort babies if a male, which is unknown to her, mated with her. She may even try to avoid copulation. So, non-performance may be caused by the female, but wrongly attributed to the low-fertility male in your study.” He looked at the professor, whose raised eyebrow, told him to dig deeper for more explanations.

He bit his lip and continued. “Litter size starts to reduce after about the mother’s fifth litter, and it is good lab practice to limit the number of litters any female produces. Most females over there have already had their second litter, which means there are only two or three ‘normal’ litters left, before the litter size would start to be reduced. That is when your results, if any, would start to show. So any improvement in your males’ performances may be obscured by the females’ smaller litters.”

Rudy took a deep breath before adding something else, pointing in the direction of the cages where the ‘fertile’ mice were kept. “The mothers of the males over there were also virile females, with both their ‘X-chromosomes’ of the highly fertile strain, so the males would pass on the virile X-chromosomes to their daughters.” He exhaled and looked at Professor Carlson for approval.

Professor Carlson nodded his head. “I think you covered all the bases.” He turned to face Lisa. “Any questions?”

Lisa had a question. “If the female’s virility starts to reduce after five pregnancies, what will we learn from the experiment in the second semester?” She looked at the professor, who looked in Rudy’s direction over his glasses’ frame with a raised eyebrow.

Rudy’s heart was racing by now, he didn’t appreciate the attention, fearing that he may make a bad impression on Lisa. “You’re going to start from scratch in the second semester. I’ll have weaners ready for you at the start of the second semester, and you repeat the experiment. With good planning, we may even fill more than three clusters, which will provide you with a larger statistical base for your observations. You may also implement changes to address oversights made in the first semester.”

Professor Carlson looked at Rudy. “Show her around, let her handle some of the mice, let her help you with your observations today, so she can get a feel for handling mice. She’ll need to know the sexes apart, when a female is in estrus, when a pair copulated, and so forth.” He turned around and left. He returned with Lisa’s handbag two minutes later, showing it to Lisa. “Can you give her a lift back to campus when you’re done?” He placed the bag on the table at the entrance and closed the door behind him.

Rudy gave Professor Carlson a thumbs-up and looked at Lisa, once the door closed. “Even with two rounds of experiments, your sample size won’t be statistically significant. What’s the truth behind this ‘ad-hoc’ study?” He used his time to examine Lisa. She wore leg-hugging denims which ended halfway down her calves. Her loose-fitting kaftan blouse emphasized her broad shoulders, but concealed her smallish breasts, which Rudy estimated to be nothing bigger than a B-cup. The mini-length top had a sparse paisley motif on a white background.

Lisa bit her lip, unsure if she should tell Rudy. She decided to trust Rudy and took a deep breath. “Prof Carlson told this to me in confidence, so keep this to yourself. His sister married someone with a family history of low male fertility. No more babies after the husband reached thirty or thereabouts. But they claim they have an anecdotal cure… Garlic, which increases the cut-off age for fertility for another year or two! And the professor wants to see if there was any truth to it. His sister wants a second child, but her husband is approaching his ‘expiry date’. She is concerned about the garlic aromas in the house, especially if it doesn’t help. She apparently said she’ll put up with it, but only if the cure has potential and asked for Prof Carlson’s input. Hopefully, we can get a tentative indication by the end of the semester, which would be good enough for his sister. If the results are positive and the trial in the second semester confirms the results, he’ll register a full-blown research project which would be statistically significant.”

Rudy chuckled. “I can just imagine how his sister’s house would smell. I do like garlic though, but wouldn’t like to have it day in and day out.”

Lisa giggled a bit, and when she stopped, she had a question. “I also like to have a nice garlic steak or burger once in a while. And oh yes, the wives of the men claim that their husbands’ libidos also improved on the garlic diet.”

“That’s a good-enough reason to have garlic… If it enhances your libido.” Rudy left his words hanging.

Lisa’s heart skipped a beat, but was ready for a distraction. “But tell me, how relevant would the confirmation of the anecdotal cure on mice be for humans?”

Rudy smiled. “Actually, very good. Mice are good simulators for human fertility. Rabbits are even better simulators, and I believe that Prof Carlson will do a parallel experiment in the rabbit lab if your work shows potential. Researchers often prefer mice for initial experiments because of the shorter time between pregnancies. They only move over to the rabbit lab with the most promising findings.

“But we better move on, let me show you a few basics of breeding with lab mice.” He got back to the cage of C1F9, picked the female up and looked under her tail. She didn’t have a litter and he wanted to see if her vaginal opening was open which would indicate that she was in estrus. “First of all, you’ll need to be comfortable handling mice. They won’t bite because they’re used to being handled.” He noticed that the female wasn’t in estrus and handed the mouse to Lisa, telling her to take hold of the tail. Then he showed Lisa that the female’s vaginal opening was closed.

Lisa nervously took hold of the mouse’s tail and lowered her onto her hand. The mouse seemed calm and Lisa relaxed her hold on the tail. The mouse seized the opportunity to escape Lisa’s grasp and ran along her arm and into her top through the wide sleeve opening.

Lisa shrieked and unceremoniously pulled her top over her head, only to see that the mouse clung onto her bra. The realization flashed through Rudy’s mind. ‘Definitely B-cup, nice and firm!’

Rudy knew from experience that catching a runaway mouse between the shelves and cages can be tricky and moved closer to block the mouse’s escape while she was still hanging onto Lisa’s bra. Then he realized that his hands would be aiming for Lisa’s breast, and he hesitated. It may be interpreted as an attempt to grope her breast. His attempts to focus on the mouse were futile, as the dark patches of Lisa’s areolae, and bumps where her nipples pressed through the thin bra material distracted him.

Lisa looked at Rudy with desperate eyes. “Just get her off me, pleeeease.” There was a nervous tension in her voice.

Rudy, careful not to touch Lisa’s breast too obviously, took the mouse’s tail and tried to lift her off Lisa, but the mouse had a good grip and a claw snagged into the lacy bra material. He looked apologetically in Lisa’s direction, before his left hand reached for her breast. He had to slip two fingers between Lisa’s breast and her bra’s upper cup to free the mouse. His fingers pressed into her breast and his pinkie ‘accidentally’ rubbed over her hard nipple. He finally stole a peek of her pert breast, by pulling onto the shoulder strap as he slid his fingers out.

Lisa donned her top again and was smoothing out some folds by the time Rudy had returned the mouse to her cage and looked back to Lisa. Lisa took a deep breath and gave a confident smile.

Rudy seized the opportunity to gesture in the direction of Lisa’s breast where her white dress picked up some dust. “Let’s get you a lab coat.” As he took a coat from a hook, he continued. “You need to be in control of the mouse at all times, don’t relax, even if they seem calm.”

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The sun was already down when Rudy closed the lab door and scanned the parking area, noticing that his blue Ford Escort was the only car left. He gestured in the direction of his car. “She’s old, but she does the job.”

Lisa gave an appreciative smile. “At least you have one.”

Rudy opened the door for Lisa and waited for her to get seated. Then he pointed in the direction of her breast, where the patch of dust was still visible. “Just something practical, try to wear darker clothes in future.”

Lisa blushed, thinking back on her near exposure and Rudy’s pinky rubbing her nipple. “I’m sorry for exposing myself, I guess my adrenaline worked faster than my brain.”

Rudy smiled. “Not a problem, you still had your bra on. I saw nothing more than what a girl in a bikini might have shown.” He decided it wise to keep silent about the sneak peek he had of her naked breast. “I cannot emphasize how important it is to ensure you stay in control of the mouse. It is not fun catching an escaped mouse, and it is far scarier if they run up the sleeve of a lab coat.”

Lisa, not comfortable with the constant reminder of her near exposure, decided to change the subject. “Where are you from?”

Rudy looked at her. “Ellisras. My father is a cattle breeder, so I’m doing an honors in agricultural science. I had planned to do something on cattle breeding, but ended up with breeding mice! I applied at Tuks (University of Pretoria) for my master’s next year. They are strong in ‘cattle breeding’ and there may even be an option to do some work at Onderstepoort.” He glanced in her direction, before he continued. “So, where are you from, and what are your plans once you complete your degree at the end of the year?”

Lisa bit her lip and took a deep breath. “I’m from Hoedspruit, also grew up on a farm but my parents moved to town when I left the house… My father’s health took a plunge a year or two ago, and they decided to move closer to health facilities. I only have a sister, who is married and lives in Pietersburg.

I have a bursary from the Transvaal Education Department, and I’m still on track to finish my B.Sc at the end of the year. Then I’ll have to do my HED next year. After that, I’ll be looking for an appointment at a school, hopefully in or near Hoedspruit to support my parents.”

It was now Rudy biting his lip before speaking. “Where were you hiding? We should share trips in future, I can easily take you up to Pietersburg. You would just have to make your own plans for the last two-hundred kilometers (140 mi) to Hoedspruit.”

Lisa showed Rudy to turn left to get to her dormitory. “I was wondering the same thing when you said you’re from Ellisras. It was always nerve-wracking trying to get a ride with someone going that far north. Pietersburg is fine, I already mentioned that my sister lives there and my parents always came over to pick me up, the perfect excuse to visit their grandson.”

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Late March 1977:

It was already past ten, when Lisa flopped into the seat next to Rudy and slipped her feet out of her sandals. “Thank you so much for reserving this space for me. It saved me all the anxiety of securing a trip to Pietersburg.” Lisa wore a faded denim mid-thigh skirt and a collar top with a red-and-green floral pattern on a white background. The blouse had a long zipper in the front, from the neck line at the top, down to her belly button. It was slightly unzipped with the flaps folded to show a bit of her inner boob.

Rudy was also clothed lightly—he wore cargo pants and a golf shirt, his flip flops rounded off his attire. He knew the long stretch through the Karoo could be warm although it was officially autumn. “I’m just glad to have company, and beautiful company at that.”

Lisa blushed at the compliment and thought of a way to divert the conversation in another direction. “Which route do you plan to take, Bloemfontein or Kimberley?”

Rudy started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. “Haven’t thought about it. I normally decide how I feel when I get to Drie Sisters (Three Sisters – named after three prominent outcrops located near the split in the road). There isn’t much in it either way. Do you have any preferences?”

Lisa delved in her handbag for some lipstick and flipped the visor down for the mirror. After she was satisfied that she looked presentable, she answered. “I don’t have any preferences, either… Except, there is this quaint guesthouse just outside Kimberley where I once overnighted. A dear old motherly lady running it. It was the best sleep I had when traveling to and from Varsity. And I always wanted to go back. Nice wholesome farm breakfast too, mind you.”

Rudy took the onramp onto the highway. “Sounds great, why not!” After a short silence, he continued. “And how’s your breeding program getting along? I can already smell the garlic aromas in the lab.”

Lisa smiled, thinking how competent she had become in handling mice after her initial incident. “The females should come into estrus in two or three days for the first time, so the lucky bastards can fuck them for the next two weeks.” Lisa surprised herself for using crude words like ‘bastards’ and ‘fuck’. She was normally more reserved, but saying those ‘infertile males can have sex’, or ‘can copulate’ sounded out of place. A jolt ran down her spine when she thought of sex, and she remembered her feelings when Rudy removed the mouse from her bra and his pinky rubbed her nipple into hardness.

Rudy also smiled. He, too, was surprised by Lisa’s crude answer. He felt a tuck in his pants, in his mind he saw himself as a ‘lucky bastard, fucking Lisa for the next two weeks’. His thoughts were soon brought back to reality, when a speeding motorbike roared past him.

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Later that day:

“I’ll pay you double your price.” Rudy’s heart cringed, as he heard a fat, middle-aged man talking to the ‘dear old motherly lady’ at the guesthouse’s reception desk. Holding his hand was a skinny boy in his early-teens, probably his son. Both wore Blue Bulls rugby jerseys over their denims.

The old lady shook her head and said something which might have been ‘I’m sorry’.

“Okay, one room, we’ll share. Even if there is only one bed.” The father tried to compromise.

He could feel Lisa’s hands folding around his upper arm and squeezing it; the same thoughts probably crossed her mind, that they’d have to drive around all night to find other accommodation, and that all the food outlets of the small town would be closed by the time they got settled.

Behind the father and son were a young couple, the wife notably pregnant, probably around twenty-seven weeks. Next was a young man, the woman with him had her foot in a brace and was sitting on a chair. Her crutches were neatly propped into the corner next to the chair.

Rudy heard Lisa, count to four. She looked at him and whispered. “Were fourth in line, do you think we have a chance?”

Rudy shrugged his shoulders. “No damage in taking our chances, you never know!”

The old lady shook her head again, and the man finally got the message and turned around. The pregnant couple moved towards the counter and was soon issued with a key. The woman took the key and set off towards their room, while her husband reached for his wallet and retrieved his credit card.

Rudy looked at Lisa. “Shit, my wallet is in the car, let me get it quickly.” He rushed off just as the husband turned towards the door into the passage.

The woman in crutches got up and hobbled closer and tapped Lisa on the shoulder. “Excuse me…”

Lisa looked at her and followed her gaze down to her feet. Her overnight bag was blocking the woman’s way and she picked it up and moved away to make space. “Sorry.” Their eyes met momentarily, before the young woman moved towards the counter.

The man gave his name to the old lady. “Justin White.”

The woman in crutches reached over the desk. “There’s our reservation, ‘Stacey Myburgh’, for a double room.”

The old lady, who already found Justin’s name in the reservation register, looked up. “Well, I have a reservation for two under Mr. Justin White’s name, and a reservation for two for Stacey Myburgh. When will the other guests arrive?”

The two looked at each other and blushed, caught out that they’re not married but sharing a room. It was Stacey who spoke. “It is only us two, we’ll take one on the ground floor if there is a choice.”

A mischievous glint sparkled in the old lady’s eyes. “That’ll be the room with the two single beds?”

Stacey’s face turned red. “A double bed if you don’t mind. I just sleep easier in a double bed with my foot.”

“This should do, Lovie.” The dear old lady handed Stacey the key, who hobbled away on her crutches just as Rudy returned. He joined Lisa at the front desk and looked at the lady. “We need a room, actually two rooms for the night. We haven’t made a reservation.”

“You’re lucky young man, I just had a cancellation. But it is one room only with a double bed.” The lady pushed her glasses up her bridge and looked at Rudy.

Rudy bravely tried again. “You sure you only have the one?”

“I’m sorry, Lovies, it’s all I have.” The ‘dear old motherly lady’ opened the antique desk’s drawer and retrieved a key.

Rudy tried another angle. “Can you maybe suggest another guesthouse nearby?”

The old lady chuckled. “I can suggest several, young man, but I wouldn’t place bets on your luck. The Blue Bulls play their opening Currie Cup match against the Griquas tomorrow. You’re lucky, as I said, I only have this one room due to a can… Excuse me.”

The telephone rang and the old lady answered. After a few ‘yes’ responses she looked at Rudy and then at Lisa. “Let me check!” She covered the telephone’s mouthpiece with her hand before speaking. “Are you going to take the room?”

A strong deep voice came from the back. “I’ll take it.”

“We’ll take it!” they answered, almost in unison, Lisa beating Rudy by a split second. She looked around to identify the voice and noticed the raised hand of a bearded man, in Blue Bull attire, about four places behind them.

“Sorry, Mrs. Botha, I cannot help you.” She returned the handset to the receiver and handed the key to Lisa. “Go left into the passage and up the stairs, it is the third door on your right.”

Rudy picked up their overnight bags, which they brought in good faith when they arrived, and followed Lisa to the room. While she unlocked the door, he grinned.

Lisa saw his grin when she opened the door. “What’s up?”

Rudy shook his head embarrassed. “I was thinking that if I pick you up and carry you over the threshold, we might be mistaken for a honeymoon couple!”

Lisa blushed and jumped over the threshold, robbing Rudy from an opportunity to follow through. Her heart raced at the thought of being the bride on her wedding night. Rudy picked up the bags and followed her into the room.

A king-size bed dominated the space and Lisa flopped on her back onto the bed. “Just as nice as I remembered.”

Rudy had visions of offering to sleep on the ground, the wooden floor wouldn’t be too cold, but it still would be hard, as there wasn’t a spare mattress. There wasn’t a lot of space either. There were two recliners in the room and he pointed in the direction of one. “I guess I can sleep there, I’ll just need enough blankets.” He stepped towards the chair and tested it for comfort.

It was already after eight o’clock and they decided to make a U-turn, without unpacking anything, to find a nearby restaurant. The dear old lady earlier recommended the steakhouse-restaurant, where she said her granddaughter, Laura, was a waitress, on the outskirts of Kimberley some five kilometers from the guesthouse.

The restaurant was predictably full with all the visiting Blue Bulls supporters from Pretoria in need of getting something to eat. Rudy and Lisa weren’t in a hurry and waited in the bar, where Rudy ordered a beer and Lisa settled for a glass of water with ice and a slice of lemon.

A waiter passed with an order and they smiled at each other when the unmistakable aroma of garlic drifted their way. Rudy raised an eyebrow, as if asking Lisa what she was thinking.

“I’ll actually enjoy something with a garlic topping tonight, while I can still stand it. I guess I’ll soon be over any garlic craving.” Lisa blushed when she looked into Rudy’s eyes, recalling that it was claimed that garlic enhances one’s libido, especially considering that they would be sharing a room for the night.

Rudy cleared his throat. “I was also thinking along those lines, a medium-rare T-bone with a creamy garlic sauce and fries would go down nicely.”

Lisa blushed before speaking. “So, you’re in, we share a room, it is either both of us, or neither of us.”

They were soon called by a blonde waitress and shown to a table and handed menus. She introduced herself as ‘Ellen’ and rearranged the cutlery. Rudy used the opportunity to inspect Ellen; she had large breasts, he guessed D or DD. Unlike the rest of the waitresses, she left her blouse’s top button open; Rudy guessed that she did it to make space for her large breasts, as the gaping opening between the second and third button was proof that the restaurant’s team shirt wasn’t large enough. As she leaned in Rudy’s direction, he got a good down-blouse opportunity and made the most of it.

When Ellen was done, she asked if they were ready to order drinks. Rudy ordered another beer and Lisa decided on a glass of rosé.

“Wait…” Rudy called Ellen back, just as she turned away from the table. When she stopped and turned back to the table, he looked at Lisa. “Sports for a focaccia with lots of garlic?”

Lisa looked at his daring glare. “Why not!”

Ellen got the message and left them to place their drinks order at the bar and the focaccia order in the kitchen while the pair decided on their main meals. Rudy watched her 38-26-40 figure, as she walked away and couldn’t miss her nice arse.

“Are you looking at her arse?” Lisa had a knowing smile on her face. “And I saw you gawking at her boobs, you shameless pervert.” Lisa wouldn’t admit it, but she, too, was looking.

Rudy shrugged as if he did nothing wrong, took the menu, and started looking at the steak options. “It’s her problem if she advertises her goods…” His soft mumble, barely loud enough for Lisa to hear.

Lisa was first to decide on a lady’s garlic burger with fries, and Rudy settled for the five hundred gram (sixteen ounce) ‘man-size’ T-bone with garlic sauce and fries. He could afford the larger steak because of the savings from sharing the room.

Ellen saw them closing the menus and returned to get their order. She took the menus and went to the kitchen to place their orders and collected the focaccia, adding a second serving of garlic along with the servings of chili and grated Parmesan. She collected their drinks at the bar on her way.

Lisa took her wine glass and held it in Rudy’s direction. “To our first shared trip.”

“And…” Rudy hesitated, as he reached for his glass. He almost blurted ‘And shared accommodation’ and had to think fast of something else. “… And on a successful breeding program.” He looked into Lisa’s eyes, as he clinked his glass.

Lisa looked towards the glasses, as the glasses closed in on each other to make sure they made contact. “Cheers.”

“Oh no, you should look me in the eyes when you drink on a toast.” Rudy sounded shocked.

Lisa looked surprised in Rudy’s direction. “What… Why?”

Rudy’s reply was calmer. “It’s a tradition, otherwise you’ll have bad sex for seven years to come!” He immediately realized the innuendo and tried to correct it. “No… No, I didn’t mean us… Or tonight…”

Lisa started to giggle. “Or the ‘breeding program’…”

Rudy blushed, all the cards were stacked against him. “You know I wasn’t referring to us… breeding!”

Lisa enjoyed Rudy’s discomfort; it was payback time for all the times he projected something suggestive onto her. “Okay. Calm down… Okay, it is not about us having bad sex tonight or us breeding, or whenever. Tell me what this tradition is all about?”

Rudy’s face was still red as he looked Lisa in the eyes. “The origin of the tradition isn’t very clear, apparently something coming from the Middle Ages or shortly thereafter. From the time a king or a knight may want to poison someone else. To prevent this, the parties who clinked their glasses, or whatever they used at the time, had to look each other in the eye with the glasses touching in their peripheral vision. It was seen as a bad omen if you look at the glasses as they hit each other; it was thought that you wanted to transfer poisoned wine into the other’s glass. The idea of being poisoned when someone doesn’t look you in the eye when you clinked glasses evolved into having bad sex over time. I really meant nothing by it.”

Lisa took her glass and looked Rudy in the eyes. “To good sex then.”

Rudy smiled and tapped his glass against Lisa’s while looking Lisa straight in the eyes. “Cheers, to good sex!”

Rudy broke the wedges of the focaccia apart and took one. He added a fair amount of clean raw garlic onto the tip of the slice and took a bite while looking daringly in Lisa’s eyes.

Lisa, not wanting to be outdone, added a larger heap of garlic onto another wedge and took a bite.

Rudy, taking the challenge, added both garlic and chili for his next bite. Lisa looked at him and smiled. “You know that chili is a dopamine booster, and you know what that leads to?”

Rudy took his glass and held it in Lisa’s direction. “To good sex, of course.” He held his glass until Lisa lifted her glass and clinked it, while looking into each other’s eyes.

Ellen realized that the couple would be out of garlic and chili soon and brought two more servings of each. The added servings just made it to the last piece of focaccia.

Ellen soon brought their food and the two went quiet while eating. They opted for dessert, both taking ice cream with hot chocolate sauce, mainly because it was the cheapest on the menu, and they wanted to kill some time. Lisa could only master half of her serving and offered the rest of her serving to Rudy to enjoy, while she went to the restroom ‘to powder her nose’.

Rudy burped just as Lisa returned and Lisa started to giggle. He looked at her. “What?”

Lisa leaned closer and watched around to see if someone was able to hear what she was about to say. “You remember the girl in front of us, the one with the double booking at the guesthouse?”

Rudy nodded. “I haven’t seen her, but I know about the cancellation. What about her?”

Lisa continued. “Well, she came out of the restroom just as I entered. I also had a burp building from all the garlic and chili, it was part of the reason I wanted to go. So, I burped almost into her face as I entered, while she tried to exit. You should have seen the expression on her face!”

Rudy smiled at the story and signaled to Ellen to bring the bill. He paid in cash and left her a handsome tip for the extra garlic and chili she arranged.

It was half past ten when they finally returned to the guesthouse.

Lisa retrieved the key from her purse, unlocked the door and stood aside to allow Rudy to open the door. Rudy seized the opportunity to pick Lisa up and head towards the door.

“Stop!” Lisa giggled, the second glass of wine she ordered may have had something to do with it.

Rudy, fearing that he overstepped, stopped dead in his tracks. “What?”

Lisa wrapped her arms around his neck. “It is tradition that the bride kisses the groom when he carries her over the threshold.” She leaned in and placed her lips on Rudy’s, first tentatively and then with more urgency.

Rudy started to respond, and hungrily took Lisa’s lips in his while crossing the threshold. Once in, he kicked the door closed with his heel and headed towards the side of the bed. Lisa managed to kick her sandals off her feet, before Rudy lowered her onto the bed and broke the kiss.

Lisa’s arms were still wrapped around his neck, and she pulled his lips back onto hers. Then she rolled onto her side, pulling Rudy over her and onto the bed.

Rudy delayed just long enough to work his feet out of his flip-flops before he carefully rolled over Lisa, slipping his hand onto her breast in the movement. When Lisa didn’t object, he slid his hand into her blouse onto her back in search of her bra’s clasp.

When Lisa still didn’t object, he nervously started to unclasp her bra.

Lisa waited for this moment, before she pushed Rudy onto his back and rolled on top of him. Only when she straddled Rudy did she release her hold on his neck and broke the kiss. She waited until Rudy’s hands rested on her hips to lift her arms in an invitation for him to pull her blouse and bra off over her head.

Lisa’s clothes didn’t even hit the ground before she started to work Rudy’s golf shirt off. Rudy, eager to get going, needed no encouragement to work his cargo pants and briefs off, the moment the shirt slipped off his hands.

He aimed for Lisa’s skirt, which was by now kept in place by only one button, but she guided his hands onto her breasts. Then she reached down and helped Rudy’s hard member to point towards his head and straddled his hips, slowly starting to hump him.

Rudy was in heaven, with his cock receiving special treatment and his hands exploring the wonderful playground of Lisa’s breasts. “You’re wet through your knickers.”

Lisa leaned forward and kissed Rudy. “It’s not my knickers that are wet!” She sat back and her pussy lips split open over Rudy’s shaft.

“When?”

A smile spread over Lisa’s face. “When I powdered my nose. I was hoping for this to happen.”

“What, hoping sometime along the trip?”

“No, at the restaurant, after all the ‘good sex’ talk when toasting and of the sex benefits of chili.” Lisa slipped a hand between her legs in search for her clitoris.

“And of talk about a successful ‘breeding program’.”

Lisa didn’t have to search for long. She had an unusually long shaft and glans, almost two-and-a-half centimeters (one inch) long and six millimeters (one-quarter inch) thick. She had learned over time, while playing with herself, to jerk it; much like what men do with their penises.

With her other hand, she took Rudy’s fingers and helped them to better grip and pull on her nipples. She knew she was close, and when her glans escaped its hood and she rubbed against it, she knew it was over. She arched her neck back, and opened her mouth to allow deep breathing.

Rudy sensed her imminent release and firmly gripped her hard nipples and rolled them hard between his thumb and finger. A firm tuck sent a shock wave through her body, and Lisa gave herself over in an ethereal release.

“Oh, yes… Fuuuck!” Her hips spasmed twice while she hyperventilated through her wide-open mouth. A shiver ripped through her body. She slowly started to relax, and rolled off Rudy onto her back as the last waves subsided.

Rudy didn’t wait to get between her legs, planning to work his stiff member into her honey pot, but Lisa had another surprise for him. She combed her fingers into his hair and took hold. With her other hand she pulled her skirt over her tummy. Then she guided his head down to where he could see her vulva, shaved clean except for a triangular patch on her mons pubis. Then he saw it, her clitoral shaft which stood proudly upright, at the apex of her darkened labia majora, with the hood draped over it like a sheet over a tent pole.

Then she jerked it and smiled, when Rudy gasped surprised. With one hand still on Rudy’s head, she reached down and pulled the hood off the glans. “She is in desperate need of some TLC.”

Rudy got the message and leaned in, to lick over the glans. A shiver ran down Lisa’s spine when his hot breath tickled her, followed by a jolt, when his tongue made contact. The shaft gave an unplanned tuck.

Rudy’s curiosity got the better of him and he lifted his head to replace his tongue with his hands. He never thought a clitoris could act like a miniature penis. In all of his previous times in the past when he had had sex, he battled to locate the clit—that is, if he actually could find it.

Lisa didn’t mind Rudy inspecting and playing with her clitoris, she was used to it. Her only, and regular, sex partner demanded playtime with her clit, every time they were intimate. She enjoyed both the attention and the stimulation.

Rudy, too, enjoyed playing with Lisa’s little ‘penis’, he was fascinated when it jerked on his stimulation, but soon his urges pushed him to focus and he slipped a finger into Lisa’s vagina while his tongue swirled in loving circles around her elongated appendage. His lips closed around it and tucked on the hood.

He must have hit the right spot because Lisa’s grip on his hair tightened to ensure his ministrations didn’t stray.

“Ohhh, fuuuck. Yes, yes, fuuuck!”

Rudy battled to breathe as Lisa pulled his mouth into her pussy before her legs clamped it in position. After an intense moment, the lock on his head released, and Lisa lowered her hips back onto the mattress. Lisa looked Rudy in the eyes and beckoned him closer with her finger. “You ready to start our ‘breeding program’?”

Rudy hesitated. “I didn’t think we… I don’t have a…” Lisa smiled, she knew what he was hinting at. Rudy continued to stutter. “Is it… safe? You… no condom.”

Lisa took his member and guided it towards her vagina. “Any final-year female student, who isn’t on birth control is either pregnant, or a dedicated nun.” As his member cleft into her nether lips and slid into her vagina, she pulled his head closer until his lips locked onto hers.

Rudy knew he wouldn’t last long; he hadn’t had sex for quite some time, and Lisa did a marvelous job to prepare him for a monster attack on her pussy. He had the noble intention to draw it out as long as possible, but once he started to drive into Lisa’s vagina, there was no stopping him, not even when he started to blast his sperm into her tight love-hole. He pushed through in spite of Lisa warning him that she was leaking, and even when he stopped, he could still feel how his baby batter continued to stream out of his penis.

Lisa, who eventually managed to push him off her, was planning on getting up with the minimum of spillage. She could feel she was lying in a puddle of cum, trapped on the inside of her skirt. She realized that Rudy had to help to clean the mess he created. She ordered him to get the spare roll of toilet paper and hand her a bundle, with which she plugged her pussy to stop further leaking.

Next, Lisa unbuttoned the last button and flipped the skirt off her. She slowly rolled over onto the opened part and got up onto her knees. From there she could finally get off the bed, and set off to the bathroom. There, she used bundles of toilet paper to clean up most of the mess.

Rudy carefully folded the skirt to contain the semen and dumped it in the basin and opened the cold water tap. He returned to wipe some semen which had spilled onto the duvet. He discarded the paper through Lisa’s opened legs while she relieved her bladder.

When Lisa returned to the bed, a naked Rudy was laying on one side on his back and an outstretched arm where she would lay. His flaccid penis lying at an angle.

She made herself comfortable next to him lying on her side, facing him. She couldn’t miss the grin on his face. “Happy with the results of your breeding program?”

Rudy turned his head and pecked a kiss on her lips before he responded. “Yes, but that is not why I am smiling. The tradition does not involve the bride kissing the groom as he carries her over the threshold. That tradition has a much darker history.”

Lisa was curious. “Well, tell me about it.”

Rudy bit his lip and took a deep breath. “It comes from one of the oldest legends of Rome, commonly referred to as the ‘Rape of the Sabine Women’.”

A gasp from Lisa distracted him. “Does the groom carry the bride over the threshold to rape her?”

A finger on her lips silenced Lisa, and allowed Rudy to continue. “Some Roman historians say the word translated as ‘rape’ should actually be translated as ‘abduction’. Right at the beginning of Rome, the population was mainly men, mostly made up of soldiers and bandits. It wasn’t a nice place for decent women. Rome’s leader, Romulus, realized that the city would perish if there weren’t women who could bear children and increase the population. He tried to negotiate with the leaders from the nearby villages, one of them being ‘Sabine’, to supply young women as wives for Rome’s men, but none agreed to it, afraid that the people of Rome would attack them once they grew strong.

“So Romulus devised a plan. He arranged a festival and invited the people from the nearby villages to attend. All were curious about the new city and lots of people attended. Then…” Rudy gave a dramatic pause. “… when Romulus gave the signal, his men overpowered the visiting men and abducted the young women, carrying them into their homes where they started a breeding program by having sex with the women.

“The men from the neighboring towns and villages fled from Rome and gathered other men to organize a revenge attack. The young women, who all became pregnant in the meantime, grew attached to their husbands, who were very randy and fertile because they consumed lots of garlic. So, when their families eventually attacked Rome, they positioned themselves between the warring parties and negotiated a truce. They wanted neither their fathers and brothers, nor their amorous husbands to be killed. Romulus eventually agreed to include the king of the Sabine people in Rome’s council. It was such a big occasion that the Romans of the time minted money, depicting these women being abducted by the men.

“In modern days, the practice symbolizes the reluctance of the bride to leave her father’s home.”

“Wow, what a story, but I’ll bet that you lied about the garlic!” Lisa looked at Rudy and pecked a kiss on his cheek. “I always thought that the tradition symbolizes the pair entering a new era in their lives as one. And that the groom carrying the bride shows that he will carry her through all the challenges of life. And the bride kissing the groom, showed that he can always reckon on her unconditional love!”

Rudy turned on his side to face Lisa and reached with his free hand for her breast. “I think I prefer your explanation.” He pecked her lips at the same time that he squeezed and twist her nipple.

A pleasant wave radiated out through her body. “She and her twin sister are also in need of some TLC, think you can manage that?”

****

Rudy woke up to the sound of running water in the shower. The bed sheet was wet under his hip. He must have fallen asleep after injecting another load of baby batter into Lisa. The last thing that he remembered was that their legs were still intertwined and his softening cock was still plugging her vagina.

He looked at the bedside clock, it was eleven past three. He guessed Lisa also woke up from the wet sheets, decided to shower and managed to untangle their pretzeled legs without waking him up.

Rudy opened the duvet and sat upright. He was surprised at the extent of the mess, it must have been another mega-eruption. Semi-dried jizz covered his thigh and hip, and he realized that he, too, needed to shower. He got up and went into the bathroom for a much-needed pee.

From the toilet seat, he had a blurry view of the action in the shower. Lisa was lathering soap onto a shower sponge and started washing her breasts. Memories of him sucking them flashed through his mind. Then he noticed her other hand working at her pussy and memories of her interesting clit started to work his penis into the beginning of an erection. “Fuck, I need to join her…” his voice softly whispered to himself.

Lisa was in an aroused state from trying to work Rudy’s spunk out of her pussy. The rubbing of the coarse sponge over her breasts must also have contributed to her arousal, albeit unintentional, thinking that she wouldn’t mind another round of intimacy.

Then she heard the shower door open, and felt how strong hands had turned her around so that she faced the shower head with her back towards the door, and the new arrival. Lips pressed into her neck and a hand claimed the sponge to take over the cleaning responsibilities of her tits. Another hand covered hers down under, and a contented moan escaped from her lips.

She removed her hand from her pussy to invite Rudy’s hand to take over the internal cleaning duties. She reached back and took hold of the beginnings of an erection, ensuring that it wouldn’t disappear without her sanction. She wanted to ensure that it ended up in the right spot.

Encouraged by Rudy’s deep growl from inside his tummy, she started to stroke his member, which rapidly grew larger and harder in response. She considered it good timing, as Rudy’s ministrations left her pussy in need to be filled with something more substantial than a finger or two.

Lisa raised herself onto her toes and guided Rudy’s mushroom-head to the entry of her honey pot. Rudy must have sensed her intention and bent his knees to ensure a good entry angle.

Rudy’s sigh of content, as his cock slid into Lisa’s tight pussy, was echoed by an equally-contented sigh from Lisa, who bent forward and leaned against the shower wall.

Rudy discarded the sponge and used his fingers instead to work Lisa’s responsive nipple. The fingers of his other hand played gently with the erect clit shaft and its sensitive tip. A shiver ran down Lisa’s body as he started to drive deep into her; loud, wet slaps filled the bathroom each time his wet body collided against her.

Lisa could feel how her vaginal muscles started to tense up in preparation for an orgasm, and leaned lower against the shower wall. She arched her neck and back to push her pussy out for deeper penetration.

She took a shallow breath every time Rudy drove into her, which came harder and faster as Rudy sensed the tightening on his dick. Then, with a grunt, Rudy drove hard and deep into Lisa as he exploded, momentarily lifting her off her feet.

It hit the right spot for Lisa and she, too, uttered a moan, as she succumbed to her orgasm. It left her knees weak and she might have collapsed to the tiled floor, if it wasn’t for Rudy’s hand which was still on her clit.

Banging on the wall from the neighboring room brought them back to the present. “You should be clean by now,” said the muffled voice of a man through the wall.

Lisa giggled as Rudy pulled out and a blob of jizz splattered on the wet tiles. More jizz seeped out of Lisa’s pussy and ran down her wet leg. She hastily probed her inside and douched the entrance to try and get as much of Rudy’s semen out of her.

Rudy left Lisa on her own, after giving his dick a quick rub under the falling water and a squeeze from the base to force out any jizz left in the barrel.

Lisa turned the water off when another round of banging urged her on. She dried herself with a towel and snuggled in next to Rudy, hoping to get a good rest before the break of day.

****

Three weeks later:

Rudy’s blue Ford Escort stopped in the almost empty parking lot at the same guesthouse outside Kimberley. “Are we going to do the right thing and stay in separate rooms?” Rudy looked at Lisa while secretly hoping she would suggest that they share a room. To make sure Lisa understood that what happened, at the same establishment almost three weeks earlier, was entirely beyond their control, he added, “On our way up we didn’t have a choice, it was either sharing a room, or sleeping in the car.”

Lisa, who woke up as the car’s wheels rolled over the gravel of the parking lot, righted the backrest. Playing for time, she lowered the visor and straightened her hair. She saw straight through Rudy’s pretenses, as she had already given the issue some thought. She, too, wanted to share a room, but didn’t want to say it outright. “It wouldn’t be so heavy on the pocket if we share.” She deliberately created the impression that if they shared, it would be about the money and not about the sex.

Lisa was wearing a bright-red dress of mid-thigh length with shoulder straps. It had a long zipper from the neck down to her navel. She pulled the zipper open during the late afternoon, as the sun was shining warmly on her. With a bit of her chest, and boobs, exposed, it was a bit cooler. Well, she also wanted to tease Rudy a bit.

“Let’s flip a coin, heads we share, tails we sleep in separate rooms.” It was Rudy’s attempt to show that he was neutral. He got out of the car and took a coin from his wallet and waited for Lisa to join him. Rudy was wearing cargo pants and a golf shirt and slip-ons, his favorite attire when he traveled.

Lisa worked her dress’s runner right to the top when she got out, and joined Rudy at the trunk. With Lisa next to him, Rudy flipped the coin. Both anxiously watched the coin rise and tumble down onto the ground. The coin came to rest on ‘tails’. They looked at each other, as if in disbelief, before they responded in unison. “Best out of three!”

After a best-out-of-five outcome to share, they headed towards ‘Reception’. They had to ring a bell at the reception desk to draw attention, and the same dear old lady shuffled in after a while. Rudy took it upon him to ask for a room.

The old lady looked at him, then at Lisa, and a smile grew on her face. “You’re the couple who stayed in 203 three weeks ago. I should charge you extra for the mess you made on my bed sheets and duvet cover.”

Both Rudy and a blushing Lisa attempted unintelligible apologies, which made the old lady chuckle. “And I received a complaint about you having noisy sex in the shower, thinking that the running water would disguise what you were doing.” It was the old lady’s own conclusion when she saw the soiled linen after she received a complaint about the running water. The way Lisa looked away told her she was right.

Rudy chuckled, as he saw the glint in the old lady’s eyes as she looked in Lisa’s direction who was blushing profusely, while mumbling an inaudible apology without looking at the landlady.

“Tell you what, Lovies, no hard feelings. I can see you’re deeply in love, made for each other. You can have the honeymoon suite tonight at no extra charge. It is isolated, so you won’t disturb anybody with your… activities.” She gave a knowing smile, while she retrieved her receipt book to take Rudy’s payment.

Rudy paid for the accommodation and Lisa took the key from the old lady. “You’ll find the footpath to your suite on the other side of the parking terrain.”

The old lady called them back halfway to the door. “There is a complimentary bottle of MCC in the refrigerator and two champagne glasses, enjoy.” She winked at them and chuckled. “I know what it is like to be young and in love.”

Rudy had his hands full with their overnight bags when Lisa opened the door and stepped inside. Rudy objected. “Hey, this is a honeymoon suite, the groom is supposed to carry the bride over the threshold.”

Lisa silenced him with a finger on his lips. “Maybe the ‘bride’ has her period, so no need for persuasion… or abduction!” She could swear she saw Rudy’s heart sink into his shoes.

Rudy placed their overnight bags on the special luggage rack at the entrance, and inspected the suite. A wall blocked the view from the door into the suite. As the pair rounded the wall they made out four areas. Immediately behind the wall was the sleeping area. Across the sleeping area was a lounge. Neighboring the lounge was the ablution and opposite it, an outdoor area.

Lisa had to pee, and set off to inspect the ablution area. As she sat down and started to relieve herself, she scanned the area. Right in front of her, the large corner-bath made a statement. It was wider than the standard bath and she could just imagine her sitting on Rudy’s lap. Next to the bath was a double basin and a mirror which covered the entire height to the ceiling. Against the third wall was a spacious walk-in shower. The two removable shower heads were on flexible hoses. A shiver ran down Lisa’s spine, as she imagined herself douching her pussy to wash cum out of her pussy. A wooden bench, which was tucked into a corner, perplexed Lisa. It seemed out of place, except…

An image appeared in her mind, she saw Rudy sitting on the bench, straddling it and she skewered on his lap with her legs wrapped around his waist. The image transformed into herself laying on her back on the bench with her legs spread out, and Rudy hammering into her from above. The image morphed into the same pose, but now Rudy held her legs vertical against her chest, his smiling face looking at her from between her ankles. More possibilities played off in her mind. It is just a pity… She removed her tampon, which showed trace amounts of blood. She slipped it into the paper bag provided and discarded it into the dustbin. She smiled, thinking that she didn’t lie about her period. It was time to move on.

Rudy used his time to inspect the bedroom. A large, round bed dominated the sleep area. On the wall above the headboard was an artistic black-and-white photo of a naked model. Her pert C-cup breasts showed sensual curves and her nipples seemed to follow one through the room. It reminded him of drawings of a hand where the index finger always seemed to point straight at you. There was a stud in her bellybutton with a jewel where it pierced through the flesh and a thin chain dangling from it. Lower down, the hair on her pubis mons was shaved into a heart. Even lower down, her puffy nether lips were slightly apart with the tip of her clit showing. His penis stirred in his briefs.

To the left of the bed was a bedside drawer unit, and next to it, a dressing table with an ottoman as a seat. They definitely intended the bride to sleep on the left. Next to the right of the bed was another bedside drawer with the refrigerator, with two crystal champagne glasses on top, next to it. It seemed to him as if they expected the groom to be the bartender.

Tucked next to the glasses, almost inconspicuously, Rudy spotted a small bottle. Intrigued, he picked it up and inspected it for clues. He opened it and sniffed, but it had a flowery scent. ‘Massage oil?’ The thought flashed through his mind until he realized that only a small patch could be massaged. Curious, he closed the opening with his index finger and flipped the bottle. Ignoring the wisdom not to taste unknown substances, he licked part of the wetted spot on his finger. It was sweet. Next, he rubbed his thumb over his index finger, and then the realization hit him, ‘Lube, edible lube!’.

He closed the bottle and tucked it against the glasses. Looking back at the dressing table, he spotted another bottle of lube. Captivated by the lube’s presence, he continued to scan the bedroom.

Opposite the bed was a sturdy bureau with a stately chair. In the corner was a compact stationary stand, housing a pen and letter opener. And sure enough, inconspicuously next to it was yet another bottle of lube. In his mind, he saw Lisa laying on her back on the bureau while he rammed his cock deep into her lubed pussy. He had seen it on a porn video and always wanted to try it out. He figured he would have a good view at Lisa’s swaying boobs. It was somewhere near the top of his bucket list. Two comfort chairs bordered the bureau, facing the bed. A big, flat screen was mounted above the bureau.

He saw Lisa going into the lounge and decided to open the MCC. He went back to the refrigerator and retrieved the MCC and opened it. After the cork popped, he filled the two glasses both halfway and went to the lounge. There, he saw an upholstered three-seater couch and two chairs with a matching coffee table. He smiled when he saw the bottle of lube next to the vase with fresh flowers. There was a cabinet against the wall which he assumed housed another TV.

Lisa was outside on an expedition to look at the outdoor facilities available. She smiled when she heard the distinct pop of a bottle of bubbly being opened and returned to the lounge when she heard Rudy approaching. “We must try the Jacuzzi sometime after lunch.”

Rudy handed her the glass with bubbling MCC. She took it from him and, while looking straight into his eyes, clinked her glass against his. Their toast came in unison as the crystal clear – ting – of the glasses filled the room. “To good sex!” They raised the glasses in recognition of the toast.

“Stop.” Rudy smiled at Lisa, whose glass was almost touching her lips. He pretzeled his arm through the loop her arm created, and brought the glass to his lips. “Now you can continue.”

****

Ellen recognized the pair as they entered the restaurant, the handsome tip they left her three weeks earlier was still fresh in her mind. She rushed to intercept the pair before any of the other waitresses could approach them. She led them to a quiet corner.

Rudy immediately picked up that the top two of Ellen’s blouse’s buttons were undone. Again, he used the opportunity to get a good down-blouse view when Ellen worked in his direction. He didn’t mind that Ellen fumbled with the pepper shaker and prolonged his viewing time.

Ellen finished and looked at Lisa, and then addressed Rudy. “Can I arrange a focaccia with lots of garlic and chili while you look at the menu?”

Rudy was impressed with Ellen’s memory, and looked at Lisa. “Are you in?”

Lisa bit her lip as she wasn’t entirely sure. The thought of burping garlic like the previous time wasn’t what she had in mind.

Rudy saw her hesitation. “One last time, we can have other sauces with the main meal.”

She saw the anticipation and excitement in Rudy’s eyes, recalling that the sex was good afterwards. It may be her last opportunity to still enjoy garlic. She gave in to the temptation and smiled. “I’m in.”

As Rudy gave Ellen a thumbs-up, he added. “And two glasses of water with ice and a slice of lemon please.”

The pair had no difficulty to agree on a bottle of merlot to share, there were lots of toasts they could think of. Lisa opted for a lady-size sirloin with a cheesy, mushroom sauce and baby potatoes, while Rudy decided on a man-size rump steak with a creamy black pepper sauce and fries.

When finished, Rudy wanted to skip dessert, but Lisa objected. “I still need to powder my nose.”

Rudy smiled when he recalled what Lisa did when she ‘powdered her nose’ three weeks ago in the same establishment.

Lisa ordered ‘Italian kisses’ while Rudy decided to try the ‘sticky toffee pudding’ and as before, Lisa left the last kiss for Rudy to enjoy while she went to the restroom to ‘powder her nose’.

Rudy asked Ellen for the bill and again left a handsome tip with his payment. His mind drifted to the possibilities of the honeymoon suite, and he missed Lisa peeping out to see if it was safe to execute her plan. Then her fist emerged out of the door of the women’s restroom. It opened and a panty dangled from the thumb. After a second, all disappeared, only for a dangling bra to appear for a few seconds. Lisa came walking out shortly afterwards and passed him on her way to the car. Rudy had to rush to catch up.

Back at the guesthouse, Rudy opened the door for Lisa. She got out and waited for Rudy at the start of the pathway. Rudy almost bumped into her, as he expected her to walk down the garden path when he approached.

Lisa smiled, as Rudy hesitated and held the suite’s key out to Rudy. “If you want to ‘rape’ your bride once we cross the threshold, you’d better abduct me now.”

Rudy hesitated. “What about your… period?”

Lisa smiled shyly. “It’s over, well, almost. Did you miss my signals?”

“What signals?”

Lisa took a few steps along the pathway, until she rounded the first bend. She scanned the area to make sure she was out of view from the parking area and the street and pulled her dress up to show her naked pussy, albeit with a blue tagline hanging out, for Rudy. Then she pulled the zipper’s runner down right to the bottom and pulled the collars apart to expose her naked breasts for Rudy.

Rudy got the message and took the key, which was the cue for Lisa to slip the straps off her shoulders. She stepped out of the dress and picked it up. The move caught Rudy off-guard and while he hesitated, she pulled on the tagline and dangled a blood-free tampon before Rudy’s eyes.

Rudy got over his shock, and as soon as he picked her up, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I like my version better than the legend. The one where we enter a new era as one entity.” She leaned in and placed her lips onto Rudy’s. She momentarily broke the kiss. “This is the way I want to be abducted. Now go inside and start doing to me what a groom is supposed to do to his bride in their honeymoon suite! But take it slow, it will be dry down there.” She leaned in and continued to kiss him.

Rudy somehow managed to unlock and open the door, while a giggling Lisa was hanging onto his neck for dear life. He stepped inside and closed the door with the heel of his foot, this time without losing his balance. He surprised Lisa when he headed towards the bureau and not for the bed. After he lowered Lisa onto the desk, he pushed her torso back. He took her dress and folded it before slipping it under Lisa’s head as a crude pillow.

Lisa leaned back onto her elbows while Rudy hastily removed all his clothes. Then he walked towards the side where Lisa’s legs were hanging over the edge. He lifted her legs and spread them just enough to get his head between them and bent forward, again fascinated by her large clit, as her outer lips slowly pulled apart. “You okay with the blood?”

Rudy hesitated, and worked a finger carefully into her vagina. Lisa’s clit gave a subtle twitch. When Rudy pulled his finger out, he couldn’t see any blood. “It seems clear, and I wouldn’t go deep. I just want to play with your clit again.”

As Lisa lowered her head back onto her dress; she involuntarily reached for her breasts and started to work her nipples while waiting anxiously for the moment Rudy’s tongue would make contact. She lowered her feet onto Rudy’s back and closed her eyes to relax.

She stiffened when a cold liquid unexpectedly dripped onto her clit. She opened her eyes to see Rudy dripping stuff from a small bottle. Her clit twitched while the cold liquid seeped down her pussy and onto her perineal raphe. As it ran over her anus, Rudy started to spread it around. By now, her clit was standing at half mast, twitching every time Rudy’s finger pressed or rubbed over her anus and stretching the sphincter.

Satisfied that his fingers were suitably lubricated, Rudy started to push against Lisa’s rectal sphincter with his middle finger and her clit responded excitedly.

Lisa never had something up her arse, maybe except for a doctor’s finger. “Stop it!” She wondered whether she meant it after she had uttered it. She pushed to work it out, but it only slid in easier and deeper. Satisfied with the result, Rudy ignored Lisa, and reinserted his index finger into her vagina.

“Ohh, fuck, stoppit!” Lisa tried to escape the intensity of the stimulation, but simultaneously wishing it to go on forever.

Rudy wasn’t done, he bent over and flicked his tongue into the hood and over her clit. An intense pleasurable wave radiated from her pussy into the far reaches of Lisa’s body. Lisa could have sworn that it reached right into her fingertips, even lingering in her nipples.

With her tingling fingers no longer needed at her nipples, Lisa reached for Rudy’s head with the intention of ending his ministrations, but only managed to center his actions where she needed it most.

Rudy gripped his cock with his free hand, satisfied that it responded well, growing into a good boner, getting harder with every wave which went through Lisa’s body. He gave her clit another lick, which caused her whole body to shake, and a low moan, from out of her tummy, started to grow louder.

Trying to push Lisa over the edge, Rudy took her clit between his lips and moved his tongue onto it. Then he sucked onto it.

It was too much for Lisa; her back tightened into an arch, her head pressing hard into her dress on one side, her heels digging into Rudy’s shoulder blades at the other end. Her knees spread wide, as she pushed her pussy onto Rudy’s lips whilst her hands ensured that his head went nowhere.

Her whole body shook in an orgasmic release. Convulsions pulsed through her, causing her knees to clamp onto Rudy’s head, just to flare wide open again when a new wave swept through her body.

She lowered her buttocks back onto the table, as the waves started to lose their intensity. It took Lisa almost a minute to regain enough control over her breathing that she dared to speak. “Fuck!” She had to take a breath before she could continue. “That was intense.” She took a few more breaths and exhaled sharply. When she managed to take a deep breath, she finished her thoughts. “Don’t you ever do that to me again.” Lisa bit her lip, not sure if she was serious.

Rudy rammed his fingers one final time into Lisa’s anus and pussy, before he slowly pulled them out of Lisa. His index finger was, to his surprise, covered in streaks of a white slime. Then he noticed that Lisa’s pussy was lined with the same white mucus which slowly trickled down and collected into a blob.

Intrigued, he smelled it and licked some off his finger, the sweet tangy taste wasn’t what he expected. He nonetheless bent over and licked the blob from Lisa’s pussy. Only then, did he show his finger to Lisa. “Girly jizz.”

Lisa was equally surprised. “No way, that’s a first for me!” She took his hand and pulled it towards her nose. After smelling it, she, too, licked some of Rudy’s finger before she inserted his finger into her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue.

When Lisa was finally done, he lifted her legs and spread them just enough for his head to fit between her ankles. He recalled his visions of Lisa’s swaying boobs and was not disappointed at what he saw. He would have a ‘front-seat’ view thereof once the action started.

Keeping her legs in position with one hand, he guided his member towards her opening. He helped his member to part her netherlips and, once his purple helmet was fully embedded in her vagina, wrapped his second hand around her legs.

He looked at Lisa, who sent him an air kiss, before she softly whispered, “Go for it.”

He rammed his cock deep into her pussy. Whilst holding the position, he returned Lisa’s air kiss. “I always wanted to try this one out.” He pulled back and drove hard back, his eyes now glued to Lisa’s swaying breasts.

Lisa smiled as she noticed that Rudy’s view was focused on her breasts. She could feel how they doodled through the air under his ministrations, every time he drove into her. Lisa’s pussy soon overflowed with his man jizz.

****

It was already past midnight when the two pulled back the bed covers for a well-deserved rest. They tried to count the number of sex positions they tried out, but had to frequently start anew when they recalled a position that they forgot. They finally decided that they tried a number of positions in the shower, and even in the bath. Then the Jacuzzi saw a fair amount of action, and they tried out the garden bench. Even the dressing table’s ottoman saw some action. The pair agreed that the entire honeymoon suite was cleverly thought out, to allow a groom to get deeply acquainted with his bride’s body.

Next, they tried to figure out the number of times they orgasmed and settled on definitely more than seven times for Lisa, and at least four times for Rudy. Lisa snuggled into Rudy’s arms. “What’s up with this big-screen TV?”

“Beats me, guess there may be something in the TV cabinet. We can check tomorrow before we leave.”

Lisa turned around and switched on the bed-light. “Do you think they have a mask in the bedside drawer? I’m so worked up that I need help to keep my eyes closed.” She started to giggle when she not only found what she was looking for, but also a small collection of masks women would wear to a masquerade ball. She took one and showed it to Rudy. “Do you think this is for a suspicious bride to see if the groom would fuck her, if she was dressed in her maid-of-honor’s dress?”

“Don’t know.” Rudy rolled over and inspected his drawer, where he found a similar collection of ballroom masks. He also spotted a few ‘Zorro’-style masks and fitted one on for the fun of it. “Or maybe the groom dresses as the best man to see if his bride is eager to cheat on him and fuck who she thinks is the best man?” He switched off his bedside light and snugged in for his sleep, the mask still on his face.

Lisa decided that a blackout mask would be essential to prevent her from giggling uncontrollably throughout the night.

****

Early morning birdsong woke Rudy. He looked at the bedside clock which showed that it was just past five o’clock. Lisa was sleeping peacefully, so he removed the mask, and, since he consumed the bulk of the MCC the previous night, slipped out for a much-needed pee. He didn’t want to disturb Lisa by getting back into the bed, so he headed for the lounge area.

The TV cabinet caught his eye and he recalled his undertaking to see if he could watch something on the large TV screen. On the top shelf, he saw a folder with a number of sheets in it, which read ‘TV and Video instructions’. A secondary line read ‘Viewing, monitor and recording’.

Page two of the instructions was a disclaimer in large bold print, stating that the establishment did not have any access to the monitoring and recording functions of the installed system.

Intrigued, he started to read. First was the instruction to use the big screen as a normal television, like watching the news, or live sports broadcasts. He soon skipped to the next part dealing with watching movies. He skipped that as well, only noticing that one could either view ‘Movies’ or ‘Albums’. He didn’t give it much thought, he was eager to see something on ‘recording’.

Two pages further down he saw the heading ‘Monitoring’. The first part concerned ‘Cameras’. A plan of the suite which showed all camera locations was given. Rudy looked around and soon spotted the cleverly disguised cameras in the lounge. Eager to learn more, he saw that there was a ‘movable controller’. There were a number of positions throughout the suite where the controller could be connected.

Rudy located the controller and followed the instructions.

The remote-controlled controller had a screen about the size of an A4 paper and was divided into four A6 sized sections. Feeds from four cameras were then routed to the controller, and the operator could select which feed is shown on the big screen. Using the diagrams, he soon had three cameras focused on the bed routed to the controller, showing a sleeping Lisa. He selected one of them to show on the big screen and went to the sleep area to see if it worked. Rudy had to switch the screen on, and soon a large image of a sleeping Lisa emerged from the cloudy background while the screen heated up.

The instructions next covered camera control, describing how to zoom and to pan. Trying out these features, he soon managed to zoom in on Lisa’s face, and pan over to her breast. He was impressed with the high-definition detail visible of her nipple when he zoomed in to the extremes of the camera.

After he played around for a few more minutes, and ended up with a nice head and bust image of Lisa, before he moved onto the recording section. It reiterated that the establishment does not have access to the installed system. There wasn’t much more to the system, except that the system had a recording function that could be remotely started or stopped. The feed, which was going to the big screen, was recorded when recording was enabled.

The instruction lastly dealt with the recording itself. It turned out that the controller had a special drawer where an SD memory card could be fitted. You could use your own SD Card, or buy one at reception. It concluded with a note that recordings were done in MP4 format.

Rudy flipped the last page, expecting to find the back cover. Instead of only the back cover, he saw an A5 sheet, with ‘Selling your recording’ in large, bold print on top. Intrigued, he continued to read. He smiled when he realized that the masks were for lovebirds who were interested in selling, but who wanted to disguise their identity. It also required that there were ample material covering lovemaking and close-up shots. The establishment would give a discount based on the quality of the ‘action’, the clarity of the recording, and the duration of scenes, up to fifty percent of the couple’s bill.

It ended with a short note that recordings of previous couples could be found under the ‘Albums’ section on the system’s memory.

Interested in what was available, Rudy paged back to the ‘viewing section’ and started experimenting. He soon figured out how it worked, and noticed a scoring system. He picked a scene with a high rating and started to play it. Next, he moved the controller to connect it at the point at the bureau and got back into the bed. He had a boner to take care of.

Lisa woke from Rudy’s movement and stretched herself out. She heard a woman’s giggle nearby and removed the blindfold. An unknown man spoke nearby and she instinctively covered her breasts and blinked to dampen the sudden glare of the early morning light in her eyes. “What is going on?”

Rudy chuckled. “I sorted the big screen out.”

Lisa started to make out what was going on. A man and woman, both unmasked, were laying in a large round bed while the man kissed the woman’s breasts. It was a wide-angle shot and Rudy, knowing what was going on, noticed the dressing table and ottoman on the one side and the refrigerator on the other. “Anything familiar?”

“No… Why?” It dawned on her after a few seconds. “Wait… wait, the video was taken in this room. Rudy aimed the remote in the direction of the controller and selected the monitor mode. Lisa saw herself on the big screen and wanted to protest. Slowly, the camera zoomed in on her face and after a while panned down onto her breasts. “Are they recording us?” Lisa subconsciously covered her breasts with her hands.

Rudy put her at ease. “No, the honeymoon couple records the video on their own memory card, and there isn’t a card in the device, see.”

Lisa wasn’t looking, if she was, she would have seen ‘Recording started’ flashing on the big screen and a counter counting down from 34:37.

Rudy saw it, thinking that it was enough time for his own short porn video…

****

Friday, late November

Rudy had to rearrange his smaller stuff, to fit all of Lisa’s stuff into the car. “I’m done with Stellenbosch, it’s time to get all my stuff back home. I cannot believe that I gathered so much stuff over the years.”

Lisa wore a red sundress of a length which was bordering risqué. Rudy was in his usual cargo pants and golf shirt, ready for the warm drive through the Karoo.

Lisa smiled, thinking that she had left quite a lot of her stuff behind, she still had another year ahead. Yet, her stuff was somewhat more than Rudy’s. Glad that he projected the bulk of the luggage onto him, she stepped closer and kissed him on the cheek.

Lisa’s thoughts were in turmoil, as she contemplated the status of their relationship, which increasingly occupied her thoughts over the past few days. Could she call it a relationship? There was nothing between them beyond sex during their overnight stops at both ends of the university’s quarterly breaks. Was she selfish to hope for more, to cling onto him? Would this trip be the end of the road for the two of them? The topic of a relationship never surfaced, and she decided to think of something else.

It was Rudy who diverted her thoughts. “So, was garlic helping those poor infertile males? Were your results worth giving up garlic for the rest of your life.”

Relieved for the distraction, she sighed while thinking about a suitable introduction. She took a deep breath and decided to be guided by the conclusion of her project paper.

“The females were good, all of them. Those who were paired with the good males, had large litters, seven-plus, without exception. One litter totaled twelve. And the good males were also good. I recorded three instances where one male impregnated three different females on three consecutive days. I would put in a female, and the next day, she would have a copulatory plug. I exchanged the female with another one in estrus, and she would have a copulatory plug the next day, and again. I ran out of neighboring females who would be used to his presence, but I’m sure that those males could go on indefinitely. And to top it all, all of these females had large litters, with no statistical deviation from the norm.

“But for the low-fertility males, it was totally a different story. The poor guys who didn’t get garlic did the worst. Small litters, or no litters at all, were common. Among them, the lucky polygamists did the worst. Their libido was low, and they only copulated around fifty percent of the time, even if they shared the cage for three to four days. And when they fucked, the females only got pregnant thirty percent of the time. They were most successful following a good rest after their previous mating attempt. Litter sizes were small when they were successful, one in some cases, two or three most of the time, not much more.

“Next were the lazy monogamists, the guys not on the fitness program with one wife. They had a sixty-percent breeding success. That was mostly because they got about a month’s rest between pairings or matings, while the polygamists were expected to mate or pair with different females, sometimes with only one or two days for recovery in between. Their litter sizes were much the same as the polygamists. Single pinkies which I can count off on my hand. Mostly twins or triplets, and a single case of quadruplets.

“The best performers in the group were the bodybuilders. They were all monogamists. Ninety percent or more of their matings were successful. Their libido were up. When I consolidated the results, I realized that I should have included a few polygamist bodybuilders.”

Dirk chuckled, he loved the way she identified the groups as lazy or bodybuilders, as monogamists and polygamists.

Lisa continued. “That brings us to the French collection. Again, the lazy polygamists were the worst performers. They missed one or two opportunities with their ladies, but all-in-all, around ninety-five percent of all pairings were successful. Solo pinkies were the exception, even twins. Triplets and quadruplets were the norm and I got a single outlier of quintuplets.

“Next up came the polygamist bodybuilders, and only because all their pairings produced litters. The results of the lazy monogamists and the bodybuilding monogamists were almost exact copies of each other. I recorded only one missed pregnancy, but no solo pinkie, and only a handful of twins. A lot of triplets, but mostly quadruplets. A few quintuplets and two sextuplets.

“What I also noticed was that the libido of the guys on the garlic diet was markedly up, so the French, and the husbands of Professor Carlson’s sisters-in-law, may have it right. I could tell which females were in estrus, just by looking at the males. They would frequent near the female’s cage.

“Lastly, we had a group of lazy monogamists which for the first two months didn’t get any garlic, and their results were similar to the other lazy bastards. Low sex drive, small litters if any. Then we turned them French, and soon their performance picked up, both in their libido and litter sizes, and at the end of the experiment, these late bloomers were as good as their French counterparts.”

Rudy summarized the observations. “If I understand you right, then a virile male can fuck a number of hot girls into pregnancy in short succession without having garlic. If the guy hates garlic, and has a low sperm count, then he better gets his butt off the couch and abstain for a while, and only breed when the hot girl is in her fertile window. But for the best results, he can go French and fuck his hot girl into pregnancy.”

Lisa interjected. “But only if the hot girl doesn’t mind his garlic breath, so forget about garlic with your focaccia tonight!” She blushed, as she realized that she actually wanted Rudy to fuck her, hoping that he’d realize that they’re in love.

Rudy smiled. “Depends on how desperate the hot girl wants a baby with her husband.”

Lisa smiled. “Well, there may be another way for the hot girl to get pregnant with her infertile lover.”

Just then, ‘Substitute’ of Clout started to play in the background. Rudy chuckled and turned the radio’s volume up. Then he started to sing along with an impromptu improvisation as he went along

Lisa, you’ve been trying much too long now

To have a baby of your own

Lisa, you’ve been willing, good and fertile

Every time you’re ready to conceive

If I would give in to your persuasion

I’d give you a good insemination

If he’s firing bla-nks (If he doesn’t come back echoed on the radio while Rudy kept his note on ‘blanks’)

“I’ll be a substitute

Whenever you want me, (‘ooh!’ continued on the radio while Rudy kept his note)

Don’t you know I’ll be a sperm donor

Whenever you need me, (‘ooh!’ faded on the radio as Lisa turned the volume down and Rudy kept his note)

Rudy, who stuttered and lagged behind the music at times, looked questioningly at Lisa. His heart beat warmly in his chest at the image of him being the father of Lisa’s children. Then he remembered his resolve not to express his feelings for Lisa.

Lisa was impressed by his musicality and improvisation, but cringed at the idea of Rudy being a ‘substitute’, and not her husband. “No, I meant getting pregnant with my own husband, not with a substitute of my husband or a sperm donor.”

She secretly wished Rudy would connect the dots and realize that he should be her husband, be the one who should inseminate her. “While writing my final report, I came across literature claiming that honey also boosts male fertility. Apparently, the glucose and fructose in honey improves the sperm’s motility, so they become faster swimmers and more of them are able to reach the ovum. Almonds were also flagged to improve sperm quality and motility.”

Rudy also had some wisdom to add. “I’ve read somewhere that the popular low-fat and fat-free dairy products are actually bad for fertility. But full cream or double cream varieties of yoghurt, such as double-cream Greek Yoghurt, can improve male fertility.”

Lisa sighed. “I’ll miss my garlic steaks, maybe someday I’ll try it again. I just wish Prof. Carlson’s sister married into a family where the anecdotal cure was a dessert of roasted almonds in Greek Yoghurt with a honey topping.”

An uneasy silence followed and Rudy reached for the radio, where ‘Substitute’ had finished playing. He turned up the volume until the music and talks between songs could be heard without being too distracting.

Lisa welcomed this move, it gave her the time to think about their situation, their relationship. Was she in love? Rudy made no move to broach the topic. Should she tell him, tell him that she’d wait? One year, then she’s done with her studies, and she could move to Pretoria to be with him – her bursary conditions would allow it. She could support him. But what if he doesn’t love her? They had good sex, but only on their overnight stops in Kimberley, the guesthouse of the dear old lady became their de-facto overnight stop. Always playful, adventurous, special, the only change was that they no longer took garlic with their focaccia and meals. But when they were on campus, they still had regular contact and socialized, but the intimacy wasn’t there – it was gone, missing. She was sure there was something eating him, health, low fertility? Not willing to support her with her ailing father? He never asked her for her home number. Was she merely a fuck buddy during these trips?

Rudy’s mind was swirling in circles around the same questions. The idea that someone else, Lisa’s husband, would one day impregnate her, bothered him. He wanted to be the one. But, were they a couple – even though they had no agreement about it? He tried to avoid the subject, in spite of the wonderful sex they had during their overnight stops outside Kimberley. Would he be selfish to claim her love? They’d be separated for a full year and she’d have to start working; in Hoedspruit, if she’s lucky. He knew her father had health issues and she felt compelled to help. His studies would keep them apart for another two years, maybe three or four, if he decided to do a Ph.D after his master’s. It would be selfish to lock her up for all that time. He’d set her free, if their paths crossed again and she came back, then she was his. If not, she never was his and he’d have to live with his wonderful memories of these quarterly trips.

He looked lovingly at Lisa. On other trips, she reclined the chair and took a much-needed sleep. On this trip, the car was too full to recline the seat, but she fell asleep nonetheless. Was this the end of the road for them, their last trip together for the rest of their lives?

Lisa woke as the car swerved and went onto a dirt road. Clouds to the west were still glowing red from the sun, which had dipped below the horizon about twenty minutes ago. “What happened? Where are we?” She relaxed, as she looked at Rudy who seemed unconcerned and in full control of the vehicle.

“We’re about twenty kilometers outside Kimberley. They’re busy with roadworks and diverted us onto a temporary detour.” Rudy wanted to look at Lisa, but the narrow detour demanded his full attention.

When they finally returned to the main road, Rudy took Lisa’s hand. He waited until she looked at him. “I booked the honeymoon suite for tonight.”

Lisa’s heart raced, the idea gave her hope for a future of the two of them together. “That’s sweet.”

Rudy then reached for the ashtray in the front panel. He doesn’t smoke and used the ashtray to keep small change. He retrieved an SD Card. “To record some action, if you don’t mind.”

Lisa was shocked, she wasn’t a porn star, why should she be recorded? Then it dawned on her – he wanted to have something to remember her by if their paths never crossed again. She bit her lip, determined to give him the best performance that she could muster. She decided to play ‘hard to get’. “Maybe…”

The dear old lady had the key ready for them when they arrived. As was their custom by now, Lisa crossed the door’s threshold on her own when they arrived. Their more-creative crossing would be when they returned from supper at their usual restaurant.

Although Rudy tried to keep their overnight bags easily accessible, his earlier re-arrangement of the luggage semi-buried them and he arrived in the suite minutes after Lisa entered.

There wasn’t much to do, they only had a change of clothes packed in overnight bags, for the last leg of the trip. Sleepwear was optional – they never used before, and the guesthouse had complimentary gowns, which they had also never used before.

While Lisa was busy relieving herself on the toilet, Rudy got the video setup ready with one feed each on the bed, the shower, the front door and the bureau, setting the feed that would be recorded on the front door.

Ellen spotted the pair as they entered the restaurant’s door and hurried to take them to a secluded table in her serving area.

Rudy looked at Ellen as he got seated. “We thought that you resigned or something, we haven’t seen you during neither the winter break, nor the spring break?”

Ellen blushed, flattered that she was missed. “I’m not a full-time waitress, I’m actually a student at Kovsies (University of the Free State in Bloemfontein) and can only work over breaks. I play netball and got selected for the Free State under-twenty-one team to play at the SA intervarsity during the winter break. I got selected to represent the South African University team in a triangular tournament, against Australia’s and New Zealand’s university teams during the spring break. The netball season is over, and that is why I’m back.”

“Well, congratulations. What’s your position?” Lisa was impressed, she could now see with Ellen’s well-toned body, that she was very fit and in good shape. She secretly wanted to feel Ellen’s body against her own, laying a hand on her large boobs.

Ellen wanted to get going. “Focaccia with lots of garlic and chili?” She leaned over the table to rearrange the condiments, making sure that Rudy could get a good down-blouse view.

Rudy and Lisa looked at each other. It was Lisa who took the lead. “Only lots of chili, with no garlic on the focaccia, and no garlic on the side.” She saw that Rudy’s attention was elsewhere.

Ellen smiled and couldn’t help wondering why garlic was a problem. “And a bottle of merlot with two glasses, with water, ice, and a slice of lemon?” By now, she faced Lisa with her leg rubbing Rudy’s hand which was resting on the side of the seat.

Rudy’s mind was dreaming a fantasy where he was kissing Ellen’s nice tits, while his hand was working its way up her inner leg towards her pussy when he realized that all went quiet. He saw Lisa’s stare. “What?”

Lisa looked at Rudy in a daring expression and then smiled, as she looked at Ellen. “Your most expensive bottle of merlot please, and you can bring us some water, as well.” She looked at Rudy who seemed to be in a trance.

Rudy was in a trance as his hand had discovered Ellen’s leg. He was initially touching her leg, as if accidentally. When Ellen showed no reaction, his hand explored her inner thigh more deliberately, and he was now trying to explore the area high up, without Lisa noticing something strange.

His hand dropped to the seat as Ellen walked away, and his mind returned to the present, only when Ellen disappeared into the kitchen.

Lisa guessed what was going on. “A penny for your thoughts.”

Rudy looked her directly in the eyes. “You want the full truth?” She could see in his eyes that he was serious.

“I want nothing else.”

Rudy looked at her, expressionless. “Ever thought of a threesome?”

Lisa’s heart was racing. Lesbian action, yes. She even tried it out once before and thought that she would do it again. And Ellen seemed like a girl she would like to get a taste of. But a threesome, assuming two women and one man—that had never crossed her mind. In her mind, sex should always involve two persons only. She tried to imagine herself impaled on Rudy’s dick while Ellen was kissing her breasts. Or she kissing Ellen’s big boobs while Rudy worked his dick into Ellen’s pussy. The idea grew on her. “It can get interesting, I guess.”

Rudy seized the opportunities to explore Ellen’s inside leg with every order she took, delivery she made, and enquiries to make sure everything was good.

While Rudy was groping Ellen, and Lisa innocently thought that Ellen avoided down-blouse opportunities, Lisa started to enjoy the down-blouse views offered in her direction, especially when she realized that Ellen had removed her bra at some stage.

After Ellen left with their dessert order, Rudy had to go to the change room, he just had to reposition his growing cock. The dessert was served shortly after he returned.

Lisa, on cue, excused herself when Rudy’s dessert was finished and she was halfway through her dessert. Ellen stood closer, just as Lisa left the table, to find out if she could bring the bill; this time, however, she hunched down next to Rudy with her knees wide apart.

Rudy seized the opportunity to continue his explorations of Ellen’s leg, while keeping an eye on the restroom’s door. Ellen was looking at him in anticipation, spreading her legs even wider, as his hand approached her pussy.

Rudy sighed deeply, as his hand reached her naked, shaved pussy and his finger slid into her wet folds. He knew his time was limited and he eagerly probed deeper, sliding his index finger as deep as he could get it into her wet vagina. As his middle finger joined in, he could feel how his hardening cock strained against the confines of his briefs.

He saw Lisa’s hand, first with her bra, and then her panties, as per her usual routine. “You can bring the bill please.” He reluctantly slipped his fingers from Ellen’s pussy.

“Now go and fuck her senseless, while you think about me…” Ellen stood up to prepare the bill.

As Rudy and Lisa got to Rudy’s blue Escort, Lisa stopped him. “I forgot our room’s key in the restaurant.” She rushed back, and found Ellen who had seen the key on the table, and rushed out. The two women’s hands touched and lingered longer than what was required to hand the key over. Their eyes locked, both momentarily thinking how it would be to share Rudy. Ellen turned around, while Lisa watched her disappear into the restaurant, knowing that the opportunity was lost forever.

****

Rudy opened the Escort’s door for Lisa. “Wait for me when you are happy that no one can see you from the road or from the parking area. I’ll be with you in a minute, I just want to check if there is something loose in the engine. I have been hearing a rattle since we went onto the detour.”

Lisa went onto the pathway to the honeymoon suite, while Rudy opened the hood and fiddled around. Satisfied, he closed the hood and went after Lisa. After making sure that they were private, he undressed. His cock sprang to freedom, still stiff from playing with Ellen’s pussy. Lisa, unsure what was going on, waited for him to finish.

He carefully folded his clothes and put them on the pathway. Then he slid the shoulders of Lisa’s dress off her shoulders. Lisa stepped out of the dress and Rudy picked it up and folded it. He added the dress on top of his clothes, removed his flip-flops and added it to the pile. He finally asked Lisa for her sandals, handbag and the suite’s key, telling her to ‘wait here’, while he sat off to the door.

Once inside, he stowed the clothes and shoes in the cupboard, got himself the black Zorro mask and the glittery green masquerade mask for Lisa. He switched the big screen on and made sure the view on the door was active. Next, he took the remote, stepped outside and closed the door. Lisa was curious about what Rudy had planned. Then she noticed the glittering mask and smiled. Rudy helped her hand onto his dick, telling her to work it hard, while he fit the mask over her eyes so she could see. When done, he fitted the Zorro mask onto his face. He was back at full strength when he was done, but Lisa crouched and worked his member for another minute ‘just to make sure’. Rudy helped Lisa onto a nearby garden bench and told her that she should impale herself onto him.

Lisa realized what he wanted, and lowered herself onto his erection. Then she wrapped her hands around his neck and leaned in to kiss him. When she was sure that his hands were firmly holding her buttocks, she slowly lifted her legs off the bench, hanging onto Rudy.

“You always liked the idea of crossing the threshold as a unit. This will be the closest to a single unit that we can be while crossing the threshold, that I could think of.” Rudy took a deep breath and started to walk towards the door. The feeling was better than he thought it would be, Lisa was bouncing up with every step. Only to fall deep down onto his hardening cock which twitched excitedly inside her.

Although Lisa also appreciated the unity idea, and she enjoyed the way she fell back deep onto Rudy’s cock with every step, the whole experience left her with an empty feeling. The crossing of the threshold should have symbolized them entering a new era in their lives, yet it was the end of the road for them.

Rudy paused and almost lost his balance when he pressed the ‘Record’ button on the remote. He offered his lips to Lisa. “I will always reckon on your unconditional love!” He waited until Lisa’s lips were on his, to open the door.

Lisa was relieved when Rudy had it easier to open the door and to close it behind them. Then, as Rudy walked past the bed towards the bureau, she saw their image on the big screen. She remembered Rudy’s words that he would record their lovemaking and her resolve to give him her best performance, to show him how much she loved him.

The image changed to the view of the bureau where Rudy lowered her and pushed her back. The image zoomed onto her face and she gave a brave smile. The view panned to her breasts and momentarily zoomed in onto a nipple. She saw how Rudy’s head leaned in and blocked the view while he kissed her nipple. When he got upright, her nipple glinted with his saliva and the nipple being notably harder, darker, and larger.

Lisa watched as the view zoomed out and panned towards her pussy. Once there, it zoomed back in until only a small border around her vulva was left. Fingers came into view and pulled her lips apart, exposing her large clitoris. Lisa looked fascinated at the screen, she had never before seen her own clitoris in so much detail.

A shimmering stream of liquid dripped onto her clitoris, and it twitched in response. Fingers pulled the hood away which caused more twitching. Intrigued, Lisa made a voluntary twitch and was impressed with what she saw, and did it again. Rudy was clearly fascinated by her large clit, and she wanted to leave him with a good show on the recording.

The view zoomed out again, until Lisa’s hips were fully visible, the glimmering lube running down her bum crack. Fingers pulled her labia apart and she saw lube running into her darkened vagina. Then Rudy’s fingers started to spread the lube over her rosebud. She could see how she tensed up, by the way her clit shaft jerked. She growled contentedly, as fingers slid simultaneously into her anus and vagina.

The view panned out again, showing her whole body, except for her lower legs. Only when she saw it, did she realize that she had played with her breasts all along. She saw Rudy’s head leaning in to administer love treatments onto her pussy, and she purred softly as his lips started to administer their love treatment.

She watched how the buildup of her orgasm slowly unfolded, how her own ministrations on her nipples became increasingly erratic. She noticed her legs widened and closed without her thinking about it. Her eyes were transfixed on the screen, as she fell off into her orgasm. She didn’t miss how it looked when her back tensed into an arch, how her thighs clamped Rudy’s head between them, and the inevitable, uncontrollable shaking of her body.

When all was over, with her back flat on the table and gasping for air, she realized that her mouth was wide open. She looked at Rudy, his cheeks glittering from the lube. “Fuck, this was hot!”

Rudy stepped out of the picture. On screen, Lisa saw how her ejaculate seeped out of her vagina and flowed down her butt-crack. Rudy stopped the recording. “Your turn to set up the next scene…”

****

Saturday:

It was shortly before ten, when Rudy closed the door of his blue Escort. “Ready to go home?”

Lisa now wore a blue sundress which went down to her knees, while Rudy’s change of attire was in the color of his outfit only, he now wore black cargo pants and a white shirt with a black-and-white pattern consisting of a large bird sitting on tropical plants.

Lisa had to swallow twice. “I guess.” Secretly, she wanted to stay longer, hoping that some magic may happen and the two of them would start a relationship.

Rudy turned the ignition, but the starter motor cranking was the only reaction. He tried again, but without success. “I didn’t see anything last night, let me have another look.”

Lisa’s heart skipped a beat. Her sister in Pietersburg was expecting her in the late afternoon. What if they’re stuck for the day? Then the possibilities struck! What if they were stuck for the day, and another night!! It would be another night with Rudy, another chance to see Ellen.

The thought caught her off-guard, was she really considering a meetup with Ellen, a threesome, or the two of them alone?

“I can’t see anything, let me go inside and check if they can recommend a mechanic.” Lisa also got out and tagged along, she had to contact her sister to notify her of the possible delay.

The dear old lady recommended Paul, the owner of the workshop some one-hundred meters (110 yards) down the road. She called Paul and he arrived fifteen minutes later.

Lisa was still on the phone with her sister, so the two men stepped outside where Paul asked for the keys.

“Can you have it ready by ten on Monday?” Rudy winked at the mechanic, as he handed him the keys. “Please play along.”

Paul looked confused at him, how could he make sure that the car was ready by ten. The car would be ready when the car was ready. He looked at the car keys, and proud on top of the keys was the rotor, which Rudy had removed from the distributor the previous night.

Paul got into the car just as Lisa emerged through the door and ‘tried’ to start the engine. Making a show of it, he got out, opened the hood, and fiddled a bit. “Nothing obvious.” He got back into the car for a ‘final attempt’.

Paul looked at Rudy. “Sorry, this may take a while to fix, and the workshop is closed for the weekend.” He looked at the baggage inside before he continued. “I think it is safer if the car stays here for the weekend, at least here will be movement. I’ll send someone over with the necessary tools and some spares Monday morning.” Then he looked at Lisa and winked knowingly. “And leave the keys at reception if you don’t want to be…” He continued in a soft, suggestive intonation. “Disturbed.”

Lisa blushed.

Paul continued. “And if he can’t fix it, then I’ll have to tow it to the workshop, and who knows how long that can take.”

Rudy faked urgency. “Aren’t there any other mechanics around? We need to be in Pietersburg by tonight.”

Paul started to enjoy his acting. “Lots of them, but they’re all in town, not a lot of businesses this far out. All are closed for the weekend in any case. I’m just here because Eleonore asked me for a favour.”

Rudy took the key from Paul, who winked at him. He looked at Lisa. “Let me find out if there is a spare room for us. Should I ask for one of the cheaper rooms, or… would you like to go back?” Rudy’s eyes pointed in the direction of the honeymoon suite.

Lisa blushed, she secretly wanted to go back to the honeymoon suite, but she didn’t want to say it. She wouldn’t admit it, but being recorded while they had sex, turned her on tremendously, especially after Rudy mentioned that they could ‘sell’ their material for a discounted lodging price. She never realized that she had this voyeuristic side.

“Seems as if we’ll be here for the weekend, so which one will it be? The choice is yours.”

Lisa’s blush intensified. “The honeymoon suite would be nice.” Then she thought of a distractor reason why. “We’ll be stuck in the room for two days, at least there will be more room to move around.” Then it struck her, they wouldn’t be able to go to the restaurant without a car. She wouldn’t see Ellen again.

****

Sunday:

Rudy and Lisa were sitting in the lounge, still in their ‘Saturday drive home’ attire after returning from breakfast. They were reviewing their latest episode. They were in the shower, and did it without masks, hoping that the water and steam would conceal their identities. Rudy mostly selected the angle through the shower glass where the water running down the glass was effective, and Lisa loved the part where Rudy forced her against the glass and rammed his cock in from behind. Her breasts were clear where they pressed against the glass, and they moved seductively every time Rudy rammed into her. Rudy liked the scene, where he straddled the shower bench and Lisa straddled him, the most. The feed was from Lisa’s back and she blocked the view of his face. The wet slapping sounds of their bodies above the running water added to the erotic scene.

“Any plans for lunch?” Rudy was the main instigator for meals.

“We’ll have to order something, but I’m in no mood for another pizza or other take away.” Lisa wasn’t enthusiastic about any food right now.

“Let me call reception and hear what they suggest.” Rudy was concerned that he would miss out on a decent Sunday lunch. He walked to the entrance where the phone was mounted to the wall.

The voice of a young woman answered. “Hallo, how can I assist?”

Rudy was confused, he expected the old lady’s voice. “Am I at reception? Where is the old lady?”

Rudy heard a short chuckle. “Oh, Mom took Granny to church.”

Rudy was still startled. “I was wondering if you have ideas for lunch. You know, something more balanced than take away.”

After a while, the voice on the line came back. “Our kitchen prepares a carvery special every Sunday, very popular. I recommend room service, pre-cut of course.”

Rudy looked at Lisa. “Carvery, room service?”

Lisa nodded in agreement. “Sounds good.”

Rudy returned to the call. “Perfect, carvery for two, and room service. What time can we expect it?

The young lady at reception went silent for a while. “It is now quarter to twelve, let’s make it around one. And what about a bottle of wine, we have a nice merlot which goes well with the meat.”

“Sounds great, and we love merlot, please add it to the order.” Rudy returned the handset and looked at Lisa. “Lunch in an hour. Any ideas for passing the time? A movie?”

Lisa smiled. “Sounds like an idea, I can do with a bit of a rest. I don’t think my clit would give another twitch for a week.” She realized that Rudy’s fascination with her large clit was bordering on obsession.

“We’ll be pressed for time in any case to work another episode and clean up in time for lunch. Let’s watch something on the big screen.”

Lisa followed him to the bedroom and got down on the bed, while Rudy scanned the movies for something interesting. Lisa saw a title which she had heard some classmates talk about. “Emmanuelle?”

Rudy selected the movie and pressed ‘Play’. They watched the intro and within the first few minutes, a woman, probably Emmanuelle, flipped through a pile of nude studio photos of herself. Rudy was disappointed when the scene moved on to a departing passenger plane.

Lisa, too, was disappointed, as it was her suggestion. She was relieved to see the next scene when two men walked into a massaging room with two masseuses, sure that this would lead to some hot action. But one man stood up and left, and the scene closed without the action she anticipated.

It also seemed as if the movie was in French with English subtitles. She got uneasy about the lack of action. “Shall we look for something else?”

Rudy pondered a bit; he, too, had expected erotic action, but hoped that it would start soon. “Let’s give it a few more minutes.”

By now, the scene moved onto Emmanuelle and her husband driving into his place of residence and the butler lining maids up to welcome Emmanuelle. And sure enough, the movie progressed to a scene where the butler voyeured the couple having sex. Rudy was disappointed by the scene being filmed through the mosquito net tent over the bed.

The butler called a maid closer, to spy with him on their master and his wife. He kissed her, but she broke free and ran into the woods and he chased after her. The maid seemed playful at times, sometimes fearful, and Rudy couldn’t work out if she was trying to seduce the butler – lead him to a private place, or if she was about to be raped.

The butler caught up with her in a shed and they soon wrestled on the ground and the same conflicting thoughts went through Rudy’s mind. At least there were flashes of the maid’s breasts and nipples, and in the end, she seemed content. Rudy looked at Lisa. “Shall we try something else?”

The movie switched to a scene with a group of ladies in bikinis next to a pool, some of them, notably, had their tops removed, but their arms mostly blocked detail of their breasts. Lisa stopped him. “Wait, maybe the action is about to start.”

Some of the women walked around displaying their tits, but no real action followed. Rudy stopped the playback. “This is going nowhere slowly, let’s look for another movie.”

“What about albums?” Lisa wondered if her voyeuristic streak was stronger than she thought.

Rudy selected ‘Albums’ and started looking for categories. ‘Defloration’ caught his eye, as he had never had sex with a virgin before and always wanted to know more. Lisa knew what it was like losing her virginity. “Pick a short one, most of it will be foreplay. You just want to see the main event.”

There weren’t a lot to pick from and Rudy selected a five-minute episode. The recording started with an image of a masked woman standing in a sundress. A naked, masked man came into view from the side and slipped the dress’s shoulders off, leaving the woman naked. Next, the scene changed to a wide field wide-field view of the woman lying on the bed. The image zoomed in, while the center of the image moved towards the woman’s pussy. Soon her entire pussy showed on the screen. Fingers pried the puffy labia apart; showing the white hymen.

Rudy paused the video. “Is that the hymen?” He looked at Lisa.

Lisa’s attention was focused on the small clit, which was barely visible, and she took a while to realize that Rudy was expecting an answer. “Yes, that wafer-thin tissue is what makes a woman a virgin.”

Rudy continued the playback and soon the image split into two. On the left half, the pussy was displayed, and on the right, the virgin’s face was shown. Rudy saw a jump in the clock time and soon thereafter, the purple helmet of a penis appeared and was lined up with the hymen. The vulva slowly started to be pressed back, as the penis started to apply pressure on the hymen. Simultaneously, the woman shut her eyes and pressed her lips together. The pressure on her hymen increased and she uttered a soft cry. Then, the hymen gave way and the helmet disappeared into her vagina. Her hips stiffened and she gave a sob, a tear ran down her temple.

Her lips slowly started to relax, as more and more shaft disappeared into her pussy. The man’s lips met hers when he was fully in. When they parted, she smiled. Then he pulled out, a streak of blood clung to the shaft. Her smile got more relaxed, as he started to drive his cock back into her pussy. She started to move pleasurably as his cock continued to slide in and out of her pussy. There was another jump in the time and Rudy could see how the pelvic muscles of the man contracted. He pulled out after two more thrusts, and soon his semen started to seep out of her pussy as the image faded out of focus.

“Wow, maybe someday I’ll have my turn.” Rudy looked at Lisa. “Any category striking your fancy?”

Lisa scanned the screen, ‘Standing, Cowboy, Reverse Cowboy, there were too many to choose from. Then one caught her eye, ‘MFF’. “What would that be?’

Rudy selected the album, and unlike the other albums which had only two names, these albums had three names. “I got it, it’s threesomes, one man for the single ‘M’ and two women for the two ‘F’s. See the names are all of one man and two women, like ‘Martin, Susan and Judy’, and ‘Will, Nancy and Stacey’.” He scrolled down to read the next one, “‘Josh, Francine and… Ellen'” He looked at Lisa. “Do you think…?”

Lisa was curious. “Let’s see.”

Rudy selected the album which expanded into about ten episodes. Rudy looked at the time, if lunch was on-time, then they had just over half an hour. “What about this one, twenty-six minutes, we’ll have about five minutes to spare.” He pressed the ‘Play’ button on the remote.

The episode opened with a red-headed woman lying on the bed, leaning on an elbow and facing the camera. She wore a black-lace teddy and her thick, curly hair was draped over her breasts. Her face was obscured by a glittering black theatre mask. She beckoned someone closer with her finger. Lisa glanced in Rudy’s direction. “This can’t be Ellen, she’s a blonde.” She realized that Rudy would know very well that Ellen was blonde and continued softer. “But you know that, I guess.”

A blonde stepped into view from the camera’s side, wearing a red babydoll set. “Pity she has her back to us, but judging by her well-toned body, it could well be Ellen.” It was Rudy’s turn to state the obvious.

The blonde got on the bed and started to kiss the redhead. Although the blonde’s facial angle changed, her face eluded them, they could only make out that she was wearing a similar red mask. The redhead’s D-cup sized breast suddenly popped into view.

“How did that happen?” Rudy rewound the recording a few seconds to watch it again. The blonde’s hand had slipped over the redhead’s breast, but hidden under the fiery tresses, and onto the redhead’s shoulder. Next, the redhead cleared her breast of hair by shaking her head. A simple pull of the blonde’s hand on the shoulder band of the teddy had exposed the redhead’s luscious breast. Rudy let the playback continue – the blonde leaned in and kissed the redhead’s bare bosom.

The view switched to the other side of the bed, showing the blonde licking the nipple, swirling her tongue around the berry and pulling it with her lips. Rudy was fascinated by the darkening of her areola, from a light, almost invisible, pink to a deeper rose hue.

“It’s her, the blonde – it’s Ellen.” Lisa couldn’t hide her excitement. “Then the redhead must be Francine!”