And The Continual Resurrection Of Lazarus
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That next morning was Saturday. I woke up alone, with Nancy nowhere in sight, a little before eight o’clock. As I lay there by myself in bed, I concisely summarized in my mind all that had taken place in the last some thirty-six hours. And I couldn’t help but feel stunned, and frankly awestricken; remembering again, all the events as they had transpired, since Laura and I arrived at the campground late Thursday afternoon, two days prior.
And I couldn’t help wondering what, at that particular time, was Laura doing next door, as she was most likely still naked and lying in Ray Turner’s bed. The sordid thought suddenly struck me…maybe, right at that moment, my wife might be thoroughly involved in performing oral sex on Ray. Getting ready to bring him another luxurious orgasm, with her making herself available to him orgasming in her mouth, and then her taking his salty-tasting jism straight down into her throat.
But then again, maybe, the two of them could be just as likely be sitting at his kitchen table, sharing a plate of scrambled eggs, some burnt toast, and two cups of lukewarm coffee. But, from what I’d witnessed so far that weekend, I was leaning more in the direction of believing that my wife was busily at work showing off one of her greatest talents…proficiently sucking cock.
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Donning my robe, even though I was alone, I went into the kitchen area and made myself a quickly scrounged-up breakfast, as well as a much-needed pot of coffee. After that, just because I didn’t have anything else to do, I turned on the TV and looked for a station, that hopefully would have a decent signal strength, hoping to catch up on the latest news.
Sitting there for a while, just letting my mind still rummage over the events, it was probably around nine-thirty, when I heard someone knocking at the door. I went to see who it was, and before I totally opened it, I could make out one sole figure, most likely a male, standing outside. At first, I wondered if it wasn’t Ray Turner, but from what I could tell from the size of the shadow, it didn’t appear big enough to be him. So, knowing the only way I’d be able to see exactly who it was, I opened it, and there stood…
“Hey, Robby, what the hell are you doing here so early?”
“I wasn’t sure if it was too soon to come by. But I figured I’d give it a try anyway, and hoped you and Nancy wouldn’t mind if I came by to talk to you. Is it okay if I come in? Or do the two of you want to be left alone, and maybe I should come back later, at a better time, or maybe not at all, ’cause I don’t want to be a bother at all, Kyle.”
“Hey buddy, it’s okay, it’s fine. C’mon on in. Nancy’s not here right now, anyway. But can I get you something? A beer, maybe? If not that, I think I’ve got some coffee left over.”
I asked that question a little sardonically, figuring as far as the beer was concerned, he’d most likely turn me down anyway.
“Kyle, are you kidding me? Do you really want me to drink a beer before noon?”
“Nah dude, I’m just funning with you. Please, please, come on in, Robby!”
As he stepped inside my RV, seeing the anxious expression on his face, I figured that he had something on his mind that he needed to tell me.
“Robby, is everything okay?”
“That’s what I came to talk to you about, Kyle. When Bonnie and I got back to her parents’ campsite last night, uh, this morning…Bonnie’s mom had a lot of questions for us. Questions that made it sound like there’s more than a few people who know about your ‘group’ that’s coming today.”
“Well, first of all, it’s not my group. It’s Nancy’s, and my wife’s, and the guy that owns that fifth-wheel next door…Ray Turner. It’s their shindig that’s happening. I’m just along, more or less, for the ride.”
“Well, Bonnie’s mom had a zillion questions for us about where we were, and who we were with, and what we were doing. But, I just want you to know that we didn’t tell her anything. We just played dumb. That’s until Bonnie’s sister, Abigail, ratted on us and told Claire where we were.”
“Claire? Who’s Claire, Robby?”
“She’s Bonnie’s mom. And I don’t know how she found out about it, but she knows something’s happening here today, and she’s been nosy as hell about it. Even went to asking other campers. But, as far as I can tell, nobody’s told her anything.”
“Hmmm, that’s interesting. I gotta believe there’s a few people here that are part of this group of exhibitionists, and they’re just playing like they don’t know anything. You haven’t happened to have seen a large forty-five-foot motorhome anywhere in the campground, have you, Robby?”
That’s when it was almost like his face just about exploded, and his mouth shot wide open, too.
“Oh shit, are you talking about that huge Prevost with the two slides on each side of the coach?”
“Umm, yeah, that’s most likely it. Could you see who was driving it?”
“Oh yeah, I couldn’t miss it. It was this kinda-big, muscular, good-looking Black guy.”
“Was it just him, or was there somebody else with him?” I wanted him to answer the way I was hoping he would.
“Most definitely there was somebody else with him. This super-sexy-looking blonde!! She was probably around-five-and-a-half-foot tall, and…oh my God, Kyle…she must’ve had the most gorgeous knockers I think I’ve ever seen in my life!! She really wasn’t wearing much for a top, just enough so her boobs wouldn’t spill out all over the freakin’ place!! Matter of fact, just before I came over here to talk to you, that’s where I was, watching them setting up their rig, they’re only about a few-hundred feet from here. Kind of parked in an open field.”
I could tell by his description, that they had to be the doctor and his hot wife that Nancy told me were also coming for the weekend. Just by Robby’s very vivid details of the gorgeousness of Mary Dumont, I thought I could feel my Lazarus trying to make a comeback right there, as he relayed those things to me.
“So tell me, Robby; what kind of things did Bonnie’s mom say to you guys about what’s happening here today?”
“Yeah, I’ll tell you. As best as I can remember. After all, my mind was kinda messed up after Bonnie started doing her thing on me last night. Oh my God, I still don’t think I’ve come down from that, yet!!”
“I don’t blame you. But, uh, let me ask you…that was the first time anybody’s ever did that for you, right?”
“Yep, and I sure as hell don’t want it to be the last, Kyle.”
“But hey, let’s not lose track here, I need to know what Bonnie’s mom knows about today?”
I could tell my question pulled Robby’s mind back from some faraway, imaginary world. Probably from him thinking about him having his cock sucked the night before, as well as getting his first dose of seeing Mary Dumont for the first time. But no matter what, the main thing, right then, was finding out as much as I could about what Bonnie’s mom knew, concerning Laura’s group of friends.
“Yeah, sure Kyle. When we got back…this morning, like I said, Claire was drilling us as to where we’d been, and what we’d been up to. And we didn’t say much to her…but then she started telling us about a rumor she’d heard, that there were some people here in the campground, who were going to be doing some things that she said were very immoral, and wanted us to make sure we weren’t involved with any of it.”
“That’s it? All Claire said was she didn’t want you and her daughter hanging around with the nasty group?”
“Well, there was one more thing.”
“What’s that, Robby?”
“She told us, if we found out who those people were, and where they were hanging out, to let her know.”
“That’s interesting. If you or Bonnie have any information about Laura’s group, she wants you to let her and Bonnie’s dad know about it?”
“Well, that’s the real interesting part, Kyle. She told us, if we found out anything to just tell her, not Bonnie’s dad.”
A red flag went up for me right away, when he’d said that. So I asked him again, just to make sure I heard him right.
“Wait, Robby. Are you telling me that Claire distinctly told you not to tell her husband about any of what she’d heard about? Or, maybe she just didn’t refer to him, when she was asking to get info about the group?”
“A big nope on that one, Kyle. From what I could tell, Claire doesn’t want Bill to know anything about this stuff.”
“Then, let me ask this. When Claire mentioned to you and Bonnie about all this, her husband, Bill, that’s his name, Robby?”
“Yep, his name’s Bill. Bill McCarver.”
“Where was he at, when she brought all that up about the group?”
“As far as I could tell, he was sleeping. ‘Cause I didn’t see him until this morning, when I woke up outside in the tent that I’m staying in this weekend. But anyway, he was at breakfast, eating. Actually one of his favorite things he likes to do. At least, that’s what Bonnie and Claire says about him.”
That comment from him piqued my curiosity, so I asked him…
“So tell me, is he a big guy?”
“Oh, I’d say he’s about two, maybe two-hundred-twenty to two-hundred-forty pounds.”
“Shit, he ain’t no small fry is he?”
“Yeah, from the time I met Bonnie and her family, her dad’s only gotten bigger. And like I said…he likes to eat!!”
“And her mother, Claire, how’s she?”
“What do you mean, ‘how’s she’?”
“Is she a big woman, like Bonnie’s dad?”
“Oh, hell no, I’d be willing to say, she’s kinda on the dainty side, maybe around one-hundred-twenty pounds, with beautiful, reddish-auburn hair; kind of in a pixie cut. Actually, if you take Bonnie and add an easy-lived twenty years to her, you’d come up with how her mother, Claire, looks. There’s friends of ours at church, that sometimes refer to her as a more-than-decent-looking MILF.”
When he told me that, I found it kind of astounding that what sounded to me like a good-looking woman was inexplicably attached to a guy, who sounded like he wasn’t taking very good care of himself.
“So, you’re saying she’s a looker; is that what I’m picking up here?”
“Uh yeah, she’s definitely not hard on the eyes, Kyle. I guess it isn’t a stretch to say that Bonnie gets her good looks from her mother’s side of the family.”
I wasn’t sure if it would sound offensive to him or not, but with the somewhat vulgar spectacle that Bonnie and Robby had given us the night before, I took a chance, going ahead and asking it, anyway.
“So…tell me…does Bonnie’s mom have a nice ass, like her daughter?”
He smiled, but then gave me what I was sure his honest answer.
“Nnn…yeah, I’d say if you’re behind her when she’s walking, you could be pulled into a type of hypnotic trance, if you’re not careful.”
“Has that happened to you? Has Bonnie caught you checking out her mother’s sweet ass a little more than usual this weekend, Robby? And tell me this…her breasts…would you say they’re nice, like Bonnie’s are?”
I could see a sly smile take over his demeanor, and his non-answer told me everything I needed to know about his attraction to Bonnie’s mom. So I figured…what would it hurt if I went full throttle in my next question to him? Either Robby would answer my question…or I’d piss him off and maybe never see him again.
“So, tell me, if you had the chance…would you fuck her?”
A look of shock appeared on his face, at my more-than-imposing, over-the-wall question about his girlfriend’s mother.
“Uhhh, I’m not sure if I’d…”
“C’mon Robby, I know we don’t know each other real well, but I know you’ve got a dick, cause Bonnie showed it to Nancy and me last night.”
He somewhat gushed when I reminded him of the show, that he and his girlfriend gave us the night before, as well as the goings-on in my RV.
“So let me ask you again…if you had the chance to fuck this Claire lady…would you?”
Even though his face continued showing that perplexed look, I could see the wheels in his head turning, trying to come up with an appropriate, as well as a safe, answer to me.
“Kyle, you’re talking about Bonnie’s mom here. Besides that, I haven’t even had a crack at going all the way with her daughter, yet. What makes you think I’d even have a chance to do something with her mother?”
“Robby, c’mon, isn’t this all conjecture anyway at this point? Don’t try and bullshit me man, since I’ve never seen her, give me something to go on here. Just tell me, dude, if you knew you had a one-hundred-percent chance of scoring with her, would you tap that MILF pussy of Bonnie’s mom…or not?”
At the time, I wondered how much sense it made attempting to conduct a conversation involving the concept of sexual intercourse with a twenty-one-year-old male virgin. But for some reason, I was still interested in getting his opinion. And that’s when he gave it to me, in Technicolor!!
“Kyle, I hope I can trust you, and you won’t tell Bonnie I said this…but if I knew that her mother would do it with me, I’d be happy to fuck that luscious lady any day of the week!! Now…does that answer your question?”
I thought to myself that pretty much told me a whole lot about how he felt about Bonnie’s mother. But I had to ask myself, why was I seemingly preoccupied with a woman I hadn’t even met? And the best answer I could come up with was that, I found myself somewhat attracted to her, as well.
And because I had found her daughter to be intriguingly beautiful, so I could only reason, why wouldn’t the mother be as well?
“Okaaay, thank you, Robby. I’m so glad we know that answer now.”
I couldn’t help but begin belly laughing out loud, as he somewhat helplessly looked on at my amused reaction to his finally informing me of how much he was attracted to his girlfriend’s mom.
But I still had more questions for him, concerning Claire’s wanting to know about the group getting together there at the campground.
“So, was that all there was to what Claire said to you and Bonnie about what was going on today?”
“Actually no, Kyle, there’s more. Definitely more.”
“How’s that?”
“Well, she kinda started lecturing us about stuff, like sexual things. Like she has in the past, when we’re back home. This morning, she told Bonnie and me, that we needed to be careful around strangers, and that we needed to not fall into temptations that we couldn’t walk away from. And then she said again, how important it was to make sure that we stayed far away from what she had heard was going to be happening here today.”
“I don’t blame any parent for saying that to their kids. That’s what we’re supposed to be doing, trying to keep our children from getting in trouble.”
“Yeah, I can see that, Kyle. But that’s when Claire told us again that if we found out any more info about your wife’s group, we should let her know right away…and to make sure that her husband, Bonnie’s dad, didn’t know anything about it. That’s the part that I still think’s kinda strange. Why’s she wanting to keep Bill from finding out about any of this?”
“Hmmm, yeah, that doesn’t sound like a married couple that are working together, does it?”
“Oh, about that. Since I’ve been going out with Bonnie and been at her house, I can tell you that her parents really don’t act much like they’re even married to each other. Bill does his thing, and Claire does hers. About the only time I see them together is when we’re at church, or like this weekend, when they’re camping together. And if you can believe this, Bonnie tells me they don’t even sleep in the same room together, at in their house.”
As soon as he’d said that, I wondered if it wasn’t because of their different physical sizes that made it difficult for them to lie together in the same bed. But it could also be likely that due to neither of them sounding like they had much in common, they also didn’t find it practical to be together when sexual urges were sometimes at their peak, as well as having those same urges taken care of while they would be alone in their bedroom together. But Robby wasn’t finished telling me about their bedroom habits.
“Because I’ve been sleeping in a tent outside their RV, I’m not sure what the sleeping arrangements are inside their camper. But the way I’ve seen the two of them, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s bunked out on the fold-into-a-bed couch they have.
“Or, maybe Claire’s the one who’s been sleeping on the couch? I mean, who knows, right?”
“Could be, but since I’m not in there at night, there’s really no way of finding out…oh wait, I guess I could ask Bonnie where her mom and dad sleep. I just never thought about it much.”
Not wanting to pursue that quandary any longer, I asked Robby if he and Bonnie were still planning on coming and seeing what Laura’s group was going to be up to, later that day.
“Yeah, about that. After Claire tried to do her best to keep us away from this group today, Bonnie kind of told her mom a whopper.”
“A whopper? You mean she lied to Claire about something?”
“A big-time lie, Kyle. She told her there’s a friend of hers that she went to high school with that she ran into here at the campground. And that this friend of hers was heading home today, this afternoon.”
“Yeah, so what’s that got to do with a lie that she told her mom?”
“You didn’t let me finish. This supposed friend of hers, who doesn’t even really exist, well, Bonnie told Claire that this friend of hers is going to give us a ride home with her today, back to where we live.”
“Oh shit, that is a whopper. What’s Bonnie’s plan going to be, once her mother finds out that the two of you are still here? Did she think that through enough to figure that one out?”
“Probably not. But I’ll tell you this, once Claire thought that Bonnie and me would be leaving today, a big smile came across her face. It was weird, like she was happy that we wouldn’t be here to see what would be happening later.
“And, I’ll tell you this, too. I do know Bonnie’s curiosity’s been piqued enough to want to find out what your wife’s group does when they get together.”
I knew exactly what it was their get-togethers were all about, due to me being with Laura and her friends the day before that. But with Robby only being twenty-one years old, and still a sexual virgin, I wasn’t sure how much I should tell him.
I didn’t know it then, but by the end of that day, there wasn’t going to be much that my young friend wasn’t going to be aware of sexually. And that soon in the offing for him, would be the fact that that day would be the last that he would spend as an inexperienced virgin.
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With it being around noon once Robby left my place, I decided I needed to go check on Laura. I hadn’t seen anything of her since the night before when I’d kissed her goodnight, as she lay naked in another man’s bed—I wondered what condition I might find her in.
Throughout our marriage, Laura had never been much of an early riser. And I found it again to be true, once I’d entered Ray’s unlocked RV, finding the two of them naked, still lying in that same bed, leisurely watching TV together.
Once Ray saw me standing there, he started talking to me like we were the oldest of friends.
“Hey Kyle, how’s it hanging? Did you have a good time with Nancy, once you guys left this morning?”
Pondering his reference to whether I could have an erection or not, and the intrusive nature of his question, I felt with all that the four of us had shared the night before, that it really wasn’t that much of a nosy question, after all.
“Your sister’s a wonderful woman, Ray. Yeah, we both had a good time getting to do our thing, alone like we were. Y’know Ray, someday your sister’s going to make a man a very happy camper if she decides to settle down. I know she made me very happy this morning.”
I said that to him just to try and gauge his reaction to my admitting as to how good of a lover his sister was. And that’s when I noticed a kind of mesmerized stare, as if he was thinking about what it would be like for him to have his sister. To have her the way she had admitted to me, that she finally wanted her brother. And by what he said next, it proved that what I was thinking, was indeed a fact.
“Nancy’s always been awesome, Kyle. Even though I’m her brother, I just wish she’d let me show her how much I really think of her, but maybe, it’s not meant to be…”
With what she’d confessed to me last night, about her wanting to give in to Ray’s intimate requests, and just in case Nancy might change her mind, I felt it best to not say anything. And the fact was, it wasn’t any of my business, if she ended up sleeping with her brother, or not. If it ended up happening, it needed to be them that sorted all of that out. They sure as hell didn’t need my help, or intrusion. But, not seeing Nancy there in the RV, I asked if she was okay or not.
“Yeah, Nancy’s fine. She came back earlier today, took a shower, and as far as I know, she’s out saying hello to the other people in our group that have their campers here, too.”
As Laura lay there silently, listening to Ray and I have our conversation, I could see her eyes searching mine, trying to get my attention. With her still occupying a spot in Ray Turner’s bed, the fact wasn’t lost on me that my wife didn’t seem to have any problem blatantly exposing her breasts and lower torso for Ray and I to look at, while the rest of her naked body was still under the sheets of the bed. And then she spoke her first words to me that day.
“Did you miss me last night, honey? Or was getting to be with Nancy enough for you?”
I thought to myself what a point-blank question from Laura that was. But as it’s always been with my wife, I found it safer in the long, and short run to just be honest with her. And so I was.
“Honey, I never would want to be without you. But truthfully, you seemed so intent on wanting to spend the night with Ray, that I didn’t put up a fuss about it. But yeah, I liked getting to have Nancy with me last night. And she took care of me, too. Unfortunately, something that neither of us have been doing for each other for a long time now.”
With what I’d just told my wife, I knew I was leaving the ball in her court, to do whatever she wanted to with it. And it wasn’t long when she answered back with what was on her mind.
“I just want to thank you, for letting me do what I wanted yesterday. For my chance to fly free and go wild for a bit. I guess you’re still wondering exactly what’s going on in my crazy brain, aren’t you? But, Kyle, please, if you’ll just give me today, and tonight to be with my friends…then tomorrow, on our way home…I’ll give you all the answers for the questions you’ve probably got for me. Okay?”
“Sure, Laura, I guess with what’s already happened, as far as Nancy and I are concerned, I can’t bark too much about anything else.”
That’s when I suddenly found myself inexplicably thinking about Robby and Bonnie, and her mother, Claire, too, and how things might work out for them there in the campground that day. So I asked Laura what she might know about the other people, her friends in the group, and what they might do, as well as how they usually interacted with each other while they were there.
“Honey, I need to ask this. These other…friends of yours…is them being here a big hush-hush kind of thing…or are they letting others know about what it is they like to do?”
“All I can tell you, Kyle, is since I started hanging with them, they just find a place to do what they like…and, of course, as quietly as they can without raising a bunch of red flags, so they don’t draw any unwanted attention that’ll get us more exposure than we want. Do you get what I’m trying to tell you?”
“Nancy told me about a doctor, Dennis Dumont, and his wife, Mary. Do you know anything about them?”
“Oh yeah, everybody knows about them. I mean, everybody in our group, that is. They’re real fun to be around, and they’ve got a killer motorhome. Most of the time, we’d meet wherever they’d park it, and have our party in their rig. But from what I understand, there’s a whole bunch of us here with our RVs today, so I’m thinking that the Dumonts might’ve brought along something that we can all meet in, while we’re here at the campground. We’ve just got to make sure we keep it low-key enough to not draw more attention than what’s good for us.”
When she said that, I went back and forth in my mind, if I should mention to Laura concerning Robby’s revelation pertaining to Bonnie’s mom knowing about the group? Mulling it over in my mind, I decided that it would be better if my wife and her friends knew about that, than if they didn’t.
“Well, I guess I’d better give you a heads up about something that I heard.”
“What’s that, what’ve you heard, Kyle?”
“There’s a lady, her name’s Claire McCarver and somehow she knows about your group, and I think she’s aware what you all are going to be doing later today. I don’t know how she came across her information. But I wanted to let you know. Let’s face it, the last thing you, me, or especially your group needs, is having someone call the Michigan State Police and them ending up arresting people, putting what I’m sure would be a big kibosh on your fun.”
“Yeah, quite true, husband dear. Every now and then, they tell me that word peculiarly gets out somehow, and we end up having…unplanned visitors to our events. But from what I’ve heard, every time that’s happened, we’ve also gained new people into the group. But if it’s possible, could you try and find out more about this woman, and get back with me, or Ray and Nancy? And just to let you know, you can also talk to Dr. Dumont if you want to. I’ve told him and his wife, Mary, about you, ever since I started hanging with them. So, they’re already familiar with who you are…and I’m happy to tell you this, both the doctor and his wife, have been anxiously looking forward to meeting you for a while now.”
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After talking with Laura, I left her and Ray to do whatever it was that the two of them would find to do while together that weekend. As I walked away from his rig, I self-consciously prided myself on my sudden open-mindedness regarding my wife’s letting me know about her blatant sexual practices with others.
That weekend was, indeed, a first for me. It was unlike any other time, or experience that I had had being married to Laura. In times past, when other men had shown more-than-a-normal interest in my wife, I considered it a rational thing for me to be protective of our relationship. But on that Friday, and that weekend as a whole, everything had literally changed. And more or less, I reasoned with myself that even though it was taking some getting used to; our new, somewhat-deviant arrangement, that I was no-worse-for-the-wear of the experiences that I had had with her two friends. But, my mind wondered—what adventures would that particular day bring, and how, if at all, good or bad, would it change my life, and the rest of my family?
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As I walked along in the campground, I suddenly, by chance, came across Bonnie and Robby standing outside of their RV. Taking up a conversation with them, that’s when Bonnie told me, firsthand, about her plan to lie to her parents about getting a ride back to their home outside of Detroit.
“Bonnie, do you think that’s a good thing to do. I mean, yeah, I guess you can fool them today with that story, but what do you plan on doing once they find out you’re still here and didn’t leave after all?”
“Kyle, at this point, I haven’t even thought it through enough to worry about that. And besides that, my mom and dad hardly talk to each other at all. Matter of fact, right now, they’re having another one of their many arguments that I’ve been getting sick of for way too long.
“But I gotta tell ya, what you and Nancy were doing last night, just made me super curious about your wife’s group, and…”
Suddenly, the door to Bonnie’s parents’ fifth-wheel opened, and out walked a very charming-looking, auburn-haired lady, who I could only assume was Bonnie’s mom, Claire McCarver.
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“And who might this gentleman be, that it seems my daughter’s whispering to?”
“C’mon mom, I’m not whispering. And this gentleman, is our friend, his name’s Kyle Dawson. He and his wife, Laura, are here, hanging out like the rest of us, just taking it easy on a gorgeous day. Right, Kyle?”
“Umm, yeah. I was just getting a walk in, trying to see how many people we’ve got in the campground this weekend. Tell me…what’s your name, ma’am?”
Even though I was finally happy to meet her, and already fairly familiar with who she was, I didn’t want to give myself away and act like I knew too much about her. After all, showing her that I knew who she was before being formally introduced, would’ve probably put me too much under her microscope. And the fact was, right then, that was about one of the last things that I needed.
“Oh gosh, I hope I don’t look old enough to be a ‘ma’am’, but my name’s Claire, Claire McCarver, and I’m happy to meet you.”
Right then, she courteously stuck out her hand to shake mine, and I happily obliged her. I had to admit, shaking Claire’s hand felt very nice, and I probably held onto it longer than I probably should have. And while our hands were touching, her eyes looked straight into mine, and I couldn’t help but sense a connection between us.
“But I hope you don’t mind if I sound nosy and ask you, is this your first time camping here? Because you don’t look familiar to me. My husband, Bill, the guy who’s taking his fourth nap of the day already; well, he and I come up here a few times during the year, and I don’t think that I’ve seen you before. Because if I had, I know I’d definitely remember you.
“Because, well, I hope this doesn’t sound too forward, Kyle is it? But I like that you’ve got a really nice face that I’d definitely remember.”
As she said that, I loved how Claire flashed her green eyes at me, and at the same time, smiled as her ravishing auburn hair flowed with the wind, lightly pushing it around her beautifully shaped, gorgeous face. Robby’s assessment of her, as far as I was concerned, wasn’t accurate enough in letting me know how alluring she actually looked.
And it wasn’t lost on me, in her giving me the compliment she had, as to how she found me. But at the time, I couldn’t be sure if, maybe, she was just trying to feel me out to see if I knew anything about Laura’s group, or not.
“Actually, Claire, this is our first foray here. Matter of fact, it’s our first time RVing with our travel trailer. We just bought it recently, and my wife made all the arrangements for us to show up here this weekend.”
And with the impromptu way I had just met her, I figured, ‘what the hell’ and went ahead, saying what was on my mind.
“Claire, I’m finding out more and more about how nice it is to be around RV people. But now, meeting you, it’s just another reminder to me of how great it is to be here and get to meet nice people like you. And, by the way, I don’t think it’s going to be too soon that I’ll forget seeing a nice face like yours, as well.”
Looking deep into my eyes, almost as if she was staring at me, and even with her daughter standing right there listening to our conversation, it seemed as if Claire McCarver spoke to me from her very soul.
“Kyle, that is so, so very sweet of you to tell me that. I have to confess, I haven’t met too many nice men like you, recently. But…what did you say your wife’s name is, Kyle…?”
“Laura, my wife…her name’s Laura.”
When I told her that, it was like right at that moment, my wife, the mother of my daughters, the woman I had spent many years with, was nothing more than a distant memory. Just the mentioning of her name was as if she and I, and the history we had made together, didn’t really matter much right at that moment. My complete attention, right then, was centered on communicating with the gorgeous woman standing before me, having what was called social intercourse with Claire.
“Your wife’s got a very beautiful name, Kyle…have the two of you been married long?”
I really wasn’t interested in talking about my wife, or giving any kind of an answer to what I considered her trivial question. What my mind concentrated on, in those few short seconds of time, was imagining Claire as my lover.
I thought about her and I in bed, our mouths coming together, tasting each other’s lips. And then, while passionately kissing, our tongues bridging the divide, forming to become one slithery piece of flesh between us, as our saliva bonded, forming one liquid substance.
And then as the fantasy took firmer shape, I imagined Claire positioned beneath me, her legs captivatingly bound snugly around my hips, while I drove my cock deeply into her. And her underneath me, twisting her naked body to and fro, frantically panting my name, urging me to sink my shaft even further into her…
“Yesss, fuck my cunt deeper, Kyle. Uh-huh, Bill doesn’t do this for me anymore, so it’s up to you. I’m needing you to take care of me now. Ohhh! FuuuucK meee…!! YESSS…fuck me, Kyle!!!”
Suddenly, the imaginary fog lifted, and I heard the real non-imaginary Claire speaking to me again…
“I said, have you and your wife…have the two of you been married a while, Kyle?”
It was if I’d suddenly been slapped, involuntarily been forced to return back to a reality that I didn’t want to exist. But, of course, there wasn’t any choice that I had, but to do my best to live in the world I was presently in, and answer the questions that had been posed to me.
“Uh, we’ve been together for a while now, Claire. Laura and I, we’ve got two daughters, Amber and Randi. They’re in their twenties, and they’re still single…and they live at home, still with us.”
“Yeah, kinda like my two daughters. This one here, Bonnie, you’ve already met her…and her younger sister, Abigail, she’s eighteen now. Wow, time travels fast, doesn’t it, Kyle?”
As she turned around to say something to Bonnie, I confess—I couldn’t resist the temptation to check out her backside. And all I could think at the time, was that Robby hadn’t been telling me anything that wasn’t true—Claire McCarver had one of the sweetest-looking asses and curvy hips, that I’d seen in a while. As she kept talking to her daughter and Robby, I continued spying her, as covertly as I knew how to do, without her detecting that I was perving her hot body right at that moment.
“So, what time is your friend going to give you guys a ride home today?”
“Uh, we haven’t really discussed that exactly just yet, mom. But I do know it’s going to be in the afternoon, sometime today. Yeah, probably around five o’clock or so.”
“Well, just make sure she drives safely. And we’ll meet you back at the house tomorrow, right?”
“Right, mom.”
“Oh, Robby, I hope I don’t have to say anything about you making sure you get back to your house, once Bonnie’s friend gets the both of you back home, right? Oh, and when you see her later, please tell your beautiful mother that I said hello, okay, honey?”
“Uh, yes, Mrs. McCarver. I’ll make sure I do that.”
I noted the look of culpability on Robby’s face, as he knew he was telling a bald-faced lie to his girlfriend’s mother.
But then, his expression changed to what I could only define as an elated ecstasy, when Claire’s hand caressed the side of his face, as she told him…
“Okay, Robby honey, since you’re nice and grown up now, if you want, you don’t have to worry if you call me by my first name. When you refer to me as Mrs. McCarver, that makes me feel like an old woman. And I’m just trying to remain as young as I can. Just like our handsome friend here, Kyle, right?”
Hearing her tell me that she thought I looked young and handsome didn’t hurt my feelings one bit. So I figured why not give her a compliment back. Just to keep the good vibes going between us.
“Claire, I’ll just tell you this, if I didn’t know any better, if someone were to introduce you as Bonnie’s older sister, I’d have no reason to think it wasn’t true. So, I just think you should realize, you shouldn’t have any worries about looking like an old woman for a very long time, as far as I’m concerned.”
Claire flashed me a gorgeous grin when I’d confessed that to her. But in my mind, I knew I was absolutely telling her the truth. At least, as far as I saw it. And with her most likely picking up on my candid sincerity, that’s what probably made her say the next thing that she did.
“Ohhh, where were you when they were passing out husbands? I’m afraid I’ve missed the boat on that one, and didn’t get the best one out there. I sure hope your wife knows how good of a man she’s got, and is keeping a close eye on you, so some other woman doesn’t come along and steal her handsome husband away from her.”
Giving her a half-smile while also slightly shaking my head back and forth…my next words could only wearily leave my mouth…
“Oh Claire, if you knew, if you really only knew.”
**********
By the time I’d left Robby, Bonnie and her mother, Claire, I had gone straight back to my own RV. Without still seeing any signs of my wife or even Nancy, it seemed like a good Saturday to laze around, listen to some music of my favorite band, The Strawbs, for a while, from one of their CDs that I had brought with me, and just hang out the best I knew how to by myself.
With the way the weather had turned out, as spectacularly as it had that day, with temperatures in the high sixties and lower seventies, thankfully there was hardly a cloud in the sky.
I figured that waiting for whatever was going to happen with Laura’s group of friends that evening, would be the most practical thing I could do.
That is, until I thought of finding where Dennis and Mary Dumont had parked their motorhome. After all, Laura had told me that they were aware of who I was, and if what she’d told me was true, they were looking forward to meeting me. So going on Robby’s information from earlier in the day as to where he said he had found them, I headed in the same general direction out of my travel trailer.
Walking what seemed to be maybe about five minutes from our camping spot, I eventually came across a luxurious, behemoth-sized, forty-five-foot Prevost motorhome, situated somewhat on its own in an open field, away from all of the other campsites. And just behind that very large RV, stood a pretty, decently sized…for lack of a better term, cabana. The walls of it didn’t seem too thin, but then again whatever it was, I could tell that it was set up there to have a party in it.
As I stood there, again taking in the view of both the motorhome and the cabana, a decently sized Black man came around the other end of it, and with a cordial laughing voice asked me…
“Well, do you think they’re big enough?”
Hearing what he said, and especially how he had mirthfully said it, I couldn’t help but begin laughing, too.
And with the way he had playfully greeted me, I didn’t think it would look too bad on me if I answered him back, with a spot of familiarity in my voice.
“Y’know Dr. Dennis, if you and Mary were to try and drive anything bigger in here, I think it’d have to be the USS Nimitz, or something like that. Dang!! This rig of yours is HUGE!!”
As he heard what I answered back to him, as well as him laughing along with me, I could tell that my casualness with him had caught him relatively off guard. But even though he didn’t know who I was, I appreciated the fact that he didn’t allow his unfamiliarity with me to get in his way of being kind to a stranger.
“You’re gonna have to forgive me, but if we’ve already met, for some reason, I can’t recall your name.”
“Ooh, where’s my manners? Uh, we haven’t met, but I believe you know my wife, Laura.
“My name’s Kyle, Kyle Dawson.”
Now that he and I were within a few feet of each other, it still took a second or two, until he recognized when I mentioned Laura’s name. He then stretched out his massively sized hand to shake mine.
“Yeah, ooh yeah we know your wife…Laura. Fine, fine lady she is. Oh yeah!!”
That’s when he took another look at me, and it was almost as if he was using another set of eyes, taking in the sight of me the second time. His smile had faded and then a look of sedateness came across his face.
“Oh, so…you’re that Kyle. Did Laura tell you we’ve been wanting to meet you for a while?”
“Yeah, she’s told me. Although I’m not quite sure that there’s anything really special about me?”
What he said next, helped me understand why Nancy had spoken well of him. He immediately seemed to me to be a man that others have no problem gravitating to.
“Kyle, there’s something special to everyone. Every one of us has an important role to play while we’re here, and you, my friend, don’t ever forget…you’ve got yours, too.”
Even though I appreciated his words of encouragement to me, for some reason I felt entitled to give him somewhat of a smart-ass reply back to him.
“Yeah, I found out what my role was yesterday. At least as far as my wife was concerned. But I guess you probably know about that, don’t you?”
He gave me that sedate look again, but the second time he did, I could see as well, the concern he had for my well-being, too.
“I hope that wasn’t too much of a shock for you. Laura had told us how nervous she was, planning all this for you. And I know Ray Turner can be a bit more than some people can stand for too long. Not that I’m trying to say anything bad about him.”
“I understand what you’re saying, Doctor…”
“Oh, hey, Kyle. During the week, when I’m at the office and I’m treating people’s pimple problems, you can call me doctor. But here, out away from all that shit…I’m simply Dennis. Or if we get along really well, or you buy me a drink or two…you might even find me answering to the name Denny, okay?”
“Yeah sure, Doc…uh, I mean Dennis.”
“But yeah, Kyle, I’m sorry you had to find out the way you did about Laura, and about us too. We’re really not that bad of a group of people, please don’t think too badly about us, okay?”
I gave him just a quick nod, letting him know I understood what he was trying to tell me.
And as Dennis and I stood there, I glanced away from the motorhome and took another long look at the giant tent-cabana setup, that was situated right next to his massive coach.
“I bet you’re wondering about that, aren’t you?”
“Well, I gotta say, it is rather huge, isn’t it?”
“And for good reason. Mary and I always bring it with us when we meet with the group. We like to think of it as our backup meeting place. You want to take a look inside?”
As he led me the short distance to where the entrance was, he pulled one side of it open and then we both entered.
“Sometimes there’s such an abundant number of our group that shows up, we don’t always have enough room inside our RVs to accommodate everyone. We actually have this around for overflow.”
As my eyes took in the substantial working area inside the tent, I couldn’t help but appreciate how prepared they wanted to be, when they were all there at their get-togethers. I noticed that over in one of the corners, there were makeshift shelves set up. And along next to the shelves, stood four poles with garment hooks, with what looked to be a few robes hanging from them.
With the way they had it set up, just about exactly in the middle of the giant tent, it was impossible to miss it—there was a very large bed. It resembled what I thought was like a pedestal of some sort, and it looked to be about three, to three-and-a-half feet up off the floor. And I found the overall size of it, interesting as well. It wasn’t shaped like most beds, in a rectangular fashion, but was square. And if I had to guess, I thought it was around eight-foot-by-eight-foot overall in size.
As Dennis noticed me almost staring at the bed, he could tell I was curious about it, and then he was very forthright in helping me understand what it was, I was looking at.
“We call it the ‘Love-Throne’, Kyle. If nothing else, when we get together, we want to be comfortable, and completely in full view of everyone when we’re…doing what we like to do. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be comfy and cozy when we’re doing our thing with each other?
“You never know, maybe someday if you decide to join up with us, you might find yourself on it, running your cock up inside someone that you’re wanting others to watch you doing it to.
“Do you think that’s something that you might ever want to do? Because I know Laura’s hoping that you’ll join the group. And if I’ve heard right, I think Nancy wouldn’t mind if you were there for our get-togethers, too. But I’m not trying to put any pressure on you, ’cause I know what it’s like to have something like this be introduced, all at once, to you. Once again, Kyle, I’m sorry you had to find out the way you did, okay?”
As Dennis continued showing me the inside of the tent, the main thing they had was the important source of illumination, and I wondered why I had missed seeing it when I’d first entered the tent.
In two of the opposing corners there were portable lights on the inside of the tent. And what I found interesting, was that from the outside, even if one was trying to see them, no one could tell that there were lights on inside the tent.
Dennis saw me looking at the auxiliary lighting that they had set on the two stands, spreading efficient light throughout the inside of the tent.
“Yeah, because the fabric material is so opaque and doesn’t let any light come in, we have to have these LED auxiliary ones always on while are in here. But that also helps because then, nobody can see what it is we’re doing when we have our fun with each other. But, we still gotta be careful that we don’t make too much of a display of what we’re doing inside of here.
“And just in case you’re curious as to what our nickname is for our tent here…we’ve started calling it the ‘Temple.'”
I couldn’t help but give a little of a laugh to what he had told me about the name of their tent. But since Dennis and I were having what seemed to me a very ‘open’ conversation, I hoped he’d not mind to answer some questions for me.
“So tell me, Dennis, because I really don’t know the answer to this…as of yet. But what is it that makes your group do the things you do? Please don’t take my question in the wrong way or anything. But dang, all this is still very new to me. You get what I’m saying?”
“Oh yes, I definitely do, Kyle. And I’m sorry to say, I may not have the exact answer that you’re looking for, but I’m more than happy to give you my take on it. Is that okay?”
“I guess it’ll have to be doc, er Dennis. I’m just still trying to wrap my head around all this. And to be totally honest if I may…I’m wondering if the lot of you aren’t just a bunch of crazy loons that need your heads thoroughly examined.”
“Ha-ha, I get it, I get it, Kyle. But all I can tell you is…my thing is…I like watching it. I like when I can see people who in their regular lives go to work everyday, take care of their kids and their families week in and week out. Maybe they have a business to run, or like some of our group, they’re CEOs of corporations, who many people depend on for their wages to live on. And then again, some of our group are hard working lower-middle-class workers. Maybe even a janitor, or some guy or gal working the assembly line for Ford, Chrysler, or maybe GM.
“Or there’s some of us who have started our own businesses and lived lives that haven’t brought them the satisfaction that they were hoping for. And then they find us, a bunch of ne’er-do-wells, that don’t mind putting themselves in the thick of getting one of the most erotic thrills that you can find. Doing something that society says we shouldn’t do.
“I can tell you there are many whose personal lives with their spouses have hit dead-ends. Maybe they don’t feel appreciated or loved like they want to be. Or their spouse has died or has left them for another for some god-awful reason. There just isn’t any other way that I know of, to tell you what we’re about.
“But, I can tell you that every person, man or woman, in our group has the desire to be enticed, to succumb to one of nature’s most basic instincts…SEX!! Everyone in our group loves to fuck, to be fucked, and to have someone else watch them get fucked, or they like to watch others get fucked!! I don’t think I can tell you what it is you’re wanting to know, in any simpler way than that.
“I can still feel the kick in the gonads I had, when Mary first tried dragging me into the exhibitionist-voyeur lifestyle. It took a few times, as well as meeting different friends of hers, until I started getting into it—getting turned on by it just as much…if not more, than she did.
“The first time I saw my wife getting fucked, it was with three of our members. And brother, I was super pissed off, even though she had given me advance notice that that was what she was going to be doing.
“But after two, maybe three times of watching her…I started getting into it. I started pushing her when we’d meet with the group to let herself go. And do you know why I did that? It was because I knew my wife was enjoying it. She was getting super turned on by exhibiting herself to me, as well as others, as she was having different men fuck her; trusting that her husband wouldn’t get stupid and go ape-shit, while they did it.
“And I’ll tell you this, there’s some women, too, that she likes to fuck around with, your wife for one. And Mary always wants me to watch her eat pussy when the time calls for it.”
As he gave me his opinions on that lifestyle, I had to admit to myself, Dennis Dumont was making some very good arguments, as to how somebody could get pulled into wanting that kind of thing in their life.
“And I’ll tell you this too, Kyle. Even though I love watching different people fucking, every now and then, I’m more than happy to get into the action myself. And thank God, my wife Mary doesn’t mind. In fact, she encourages me to find as much action as I can…inside the group, of course. But never, never anyone who isn’t in our inner circle of friends. You know what I mean?”
I nodded my head, understanding completely what the implications could be if there were diseases that might be brought into the group from outsiders, who hadn’t been properly vetted.
“So yeah, we gotta be careful. But I don’t mind saying that so far, those who’ve joined our group, have worked out fantastically. Just like your wife did, when she first began hanging out with us.
“And, Kyle, I hope it’s okay to tell you this, but your wife really knows how to get it on!! Is it safe for me to tell you that? You’re not mad at me or jealous for me admitting that to you, are you?”
“No, I guess not Dennis. If nothing else, Laura’s more than proven to me that she really enjoys what she does with you guys.”
The next thing he said, kind of caught me off guard, but I could tell he asked me the question in the right spirit.
“And I hope it’s not a bad thing to ask you this, but you don’t mind your wife letting a Black guy with a BBC do the dirty with her, right?”
I had heard the acronym used before on some of the porn sites that I had visited, and the thought of interracial sex between a Black man and a White woman, had always been something, for some reason, that kind of turned me on. But, right at that moment, it somewhat excited me, knowing that I was most likely going to have the opportunity for the first time of getting to watch a Black man have sex with my wife.
“Uh no, I’m cool with that. If it’s what she wants, then I’m not going to tell her she shouldn’t do it.”
“Now, it’s like I can’t wait ’til we have our get-togethers like we’re having this weekend. And hopefully, not draw the wrong kind of attention from some people who don’t understand us, and just want to shut us down, or worse, get the cops after us.”
It was when Dennis mentioned about some people wanting to shut them down, that I thought about Claire McCarver, and if I should mention her to him, or not. But taking into consideration what would be the best thing for the group over my concern at the time for Claire, I decided I’d better let him know about her.
“Uh yeah, I guess there’s something I’d better let you know about, Dennis.”
I tried to not say it with too much dread in my voice, but I probably wasn’t as successful at what I wanted to say, by how he reacted to my upcoming announcement.
“What’s going on, is there something you need to tell me before we get things rolling in a bit?”
“Well, there’s a woman that I know of that’s been asking a lot of questions about your group.”
“Yeah? Do you know who she is?”
“I know exactly who she is. And I’m guessing you’re better off finding out about her, than not knowing.”
“What’s her name, Kyle?”
“It’s Claire McCarver. Actually, it was her daughter’s boyfriend that let me know how curious she is about the group. But by my telling you about it, I hope I’m not getting anybody in trouble. I just don’t want there to be problems for you guys, or worse yet, see the state cops get called out to shut you down. And…if I can be so honest…I don’t want to have to pay bail to get my wife out of jail this weekend.”
“Hmmm, Claire McCarver…why does that name sound familiar to me? Let me think…”
That’s when Dennis’ eyes lit up a few seconds after him saying that to me.
“In the last few months there has been somebody named Claire that some of our group have been in contact with. I’d heard that she’s been inquiring about when and where we were meeting, and was curious if we’d be open to letting her be with us on any of our future get-togethers. Needless to say, we did our best to check out her story, and as far as any of our people could tell, none of them believed she wasn’t legitimately interested in us.
“So, as far as I know, Kyle, they took the next step and let her know that we’d be here this weekend. What we usually do with new recruits is we give them the info of where we’ll be meeting and leave it up to them to take the next steps.
“But, of course, there’s always the possibility that she isn’t legit. So we’ve always got backup plans in place for those rare instances when somebody’s trying to shut us down. But I want to thank you for giving me the heads up about her.”
“Yeah, that’s no problem, Dennis. You seem like a good guy, so I don’t mind helping you out.”
“Let me ask this, do you know which camping spot she’s located at? Because if you do, I’ll ask some of our lady members to go visit her in a few minutes, and check her out further. We can’t be too careful.”
I thought about the ramifications of being a stool pigeon. But my first priority was to not have to bail Laura out of a jail cell, or get all caught up with having to explain to people that knew us why my wife got arrested on our first camping trip, or why she was a member of some crazy exhibitionist group.
“Actually I do. I was there earlier, and her site number’s seventy-four.”
“Seventy-four. Okay, while you’re here why don’t you come inside and meet my wife. I’m sure by now you know her name already, but I know Mary would love to meet you. And while we’re in there, I’ll maybe ask Nancy, she’s in there too, to go check on whether it would be a good idea to invite Claire to be with us today.”
“Uh, Dennis. Before we go in, I’ve got a question for you.”
“Yeah, what is it, Kyle?”
“Somebody told me that my sister Diane Dawson, that she’s a part of your group. Is that true, does she hang out with you guys?”
“That would be a good question to ask your sister, don’t you think? I mean c’mon, I don’t want to be revealing things that aren’t mine to tell. You know what I mean?”
I figured I’d try another way to get him to tell me what it was I was wanting to know.
“So you’re saying she isn’t a member of your group?”
“I didn’t say that, Kyle. Tell you what, how ’bout we go inside, so I can introduce you to Mary? I know she’s waiting to meet you…and I know she’s got something she wants you to see, as well.”
It was the way he said it, about his wife wanting to show me something that got my curiosity piqued. I couldn’t wait to get inside. And it looked as if whatever I was trying to find out about Diane, would have to be answered by somebody else, or maybe my own sister…hopefully, sooner rather than later.
*****
As I followed Dennis into his and his wife’s spacious motorhome, I was bowled over by the opulence of it. I thought to myself ‘there’s definitely a hefty amount of moolah invested in this coach’.
But, once we were standing inside of it, he called out to his wife.
“Hey, we’re here. Come out, come out, wherever you are. I’ve got somebody I want you to meet.”
When we didn’t get an immediate response from Mary when Dennis called to her, he started walking towards the back of the coach. And I followed him.
“Well, she doesn’t seem to hear me. I know that she and Nancy were in here when I walked out to greet you a few minutes ago…where could they be?”
As we got closer to the back end of their motorhome, where I pretty much figured their main bedroom was, on the other side of the closed door, I could hear someone talking, speaking what seemed like indiscernible words. But even though I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, I could tell the voice oozed pleasure from just about every syllable that was said, by the mysterious utterances.
“Ohhhh, yessss!! Please don’t stop thaaaat!! Oh God yes, your tongue’s like a snake, fuck my cunt with your snake, Mary!!”
Dennis’ eyes twinkled, and then he smiled at me, at what we both heard happening in his bedroom, with his wife’s name being mentioned. Without even batting an eye, he not-so-quietly opened the door, so that he and I could be firsthand spectators to all that was taking place.
There before us, was Nancy totally in the nude, sprawled out on her back on the bed, legs spread apart with a very impassioned look on her face. The subject whose head was located, where her legs were splayed apart, had extremely blonde hair, with her knees firmly planted on the bedroom floor. As events continued, the also-naked blonde woman didn’t ease up at all, on her giving erotic attention to my raven-haired lady friend. And then, even though I knew she was experiencing the thrills of being gratified, Nancy, breathing heavily, softly shaking her head back and forth, spoke to us…
“Hey guys, she’s so fucking good at this…oh my lord… fuuuckK!! Dennis, your wife’s got to be one of the best pussy charmers that…I’ve…ever met…oh fuuuck!!”
As I could only, right then, examine the naked backside of Dennis’ wife, I found a very charming-looking woman whose female proportions seemed, to me, to be just-about perfect.
Nicely formed legs, running into an extremely well-shaped ass, and then contouring up into very favorably shaped hips, and then the symmetry of her back was quite alluring, as well. As yet, all I could make out of her head was the back of it, and that it was covered with long, beautiful blonde hair that looked to have perfect body to it, as well.
The blonde woman, who hadn’t even looked up at us entering the room yet, continued in her luxuriations, taking care of Nancy’s carnal need of the moment. And then, Dennis finally spoke to his wife.
“Honey, not to rush you, but I’ve got Kyle Dawson here. And if you remember, his wife, Laura; she’s been wanting him to come to one of our events. So, he’s here now….”
Not even looking up, as her husband spoke to her, she continued on with her performing cunnilingus on Nancy, and his wife’s face remaining fixed downward into Nancy’s sex. Not stopping her tonguing motions, Mary Dumont held up her right hand with the index finger sticking straight up, signaling to her husband, as well as me, that she would only be a few moments more, but her number one priority was to do her best to bring Nancy Turner to orgasm. And whatever else her husband was wanting, was going to have to wait, until she was done.