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In Search of the Final Freedom - 14
An Erotic Socio-Political Novel
By Pat Thomason (pat_tomason@hotmail.com)

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The women tell erotic stories as they sun at the pool. 
(MF, swingers, rom)

***

Chapter FOURTEEN

By Wednesday the rain had gone and it was clear and 
hot, Trisha arrived at 10:30, followed shortly by 
Brandy, and Sherry. Bonnie busied herself with the 
duties of hostess. Bringing out towels, ice, lemonade 
and such; she was not at all surprised to find upon 
returning from the kitchen that her all her friends had 
removed their tops and bikini bottoms as they spread 
sunscreen on. She had to tell Brandy that her new boobs 
did look nice.

For the tenth time she told them about her trip to the 
doctor in St. Barts and how he did the implants using 
silicon, not saline, through her navel. This time she 
offered "Here feel'm they feel so real, just like 
before I had DJ"

Bonnie had no compunction about touching another 
woman's breasts. She cupped them and squeezed. "Nice, 
your right, not hard at all" 

Jo Ann, Beth Ann and several others arrived over the 
next hour. Marcy was last because she worked in the 
mornings. Like Misty's friends the only ones to wear 
their bottoms were those who declared they were on 
their period.

The conversation quickly turned to the web pictures 
which led to Bonnie bringing out Misty's lap top and 
the beach picture disk, which led to the cruise picture 
disk, which led to a whole afternoon of church women 
telling of past lovers and sexual indiscretions. About 
half of the stories took place years before, but some 
were much more recent. No one was surprised at Jo Ann 
and Beth Ann telling about lovers both past and 
present. 

Though Jo Ann had been living with her man for several 
years she blushingly told the group she had not been 
monogamous all that time. The most shocking was Marcy. 
Even Bonnie was taken aback when Marcy told then group 
she and her husband had shared the German student-
teacher who had lived in their guest bedroom while 
spending the past school year teaching at Jeff Davis 
High (where Marcy taught drama part-time).

"We simply had never come into contact with anyone with 
such a bohemian views. We had always considered 
ourselves very liberal and we had agreed before Gerta 
arrived that one of the main reasons to have her stay 
in or home was to open ourselves and Sarah, who is now 
a freshman at Jeff Davis, to new ideas. We had been 
thinking politics and culture."

Marcy told the group. "The second evening we suggested 
we all relax on the deck in the hot tub. Sarah took 
Gerta to the hot tub while Mike and I cleaned up 
dinner. When we finished I could tell something was up 
by the way Sarah was grinning like a Cheshire cat. I 
noticed Gerta had no straps showing above the water, 
but I just assumed she was wearing at strapless top. It 
wasn't until the bubbles stopped did I realize that she 
was completely naked. I know, I had read somewhere that 
Europeans didn't wear swim suits in saunas and such, 
but simply didn't think to tell her we wore swim suites 
in the hot tub. She sat next to me for a good 10 
minutes before I realized she was naked." 

Sherry asked "So did you take of f your suit?"

"Not then, once I realized what she was naked I decided 
it was time for Mike and I to go back inside before she 
got out of the tub, I wasn't' sure how Mike would 
react. A couple of weeks later though, when Sarah 
wasn't home Mike and I joined her a' natural, but I'm 
getting ahead in the story" Marcy said "A few nights 
later we were home watching a movie on Friday night, I 
was wearing a some old sweats and a tee shirt. She was 
still dressed for work and she very casually asked if 
we mined if we were formal at home, or could she 
changed into her night shirt. Again we should have 
asked more, because when she walked into the TV room 
and plopped down next to Sarah in nothing but a tee-
shirt and the tiniest sheer thong panty imaginable. 

"Virtually nothing was hidden her as she sat in full 
view of Mike and I. It was so sheer I could see she was 
clean shaven down there. We didn't want to act like 
some Bible thumper Baptists, so we said nothing. The 
next morning was sunny Saturday. I had made a full 
breakfast and we were eating on our deck. I knocked on 
her door and said breakfast was ready. She followed me 
wearing the same shirt, but sitting down at the table I 
could not help notice that she now wore no panties at 
all."

Then with a grin she added "But, I couldn't complain 
because as soon as we finished breakfast, Mike 
practically dragged me to the bedroom and did me good. 
The fact is that Mike and I had been in a rut, and 
Gerta's presence had jump started us pretty good."

"By October she sometimes didn't even bothering to wrap 
herself in a towel going to the hot tub, she would just 
toss it over her shoulder as she walked through the 
house. But, it was the week after Halloween when things 
got real weird. I remember it distinctly; She had been 
standing in the kitchen for the longest time, wearing a 
tank top and one of her many thongs, talking to her 
boyfriend in Germany on her cell. By this time that was 
not unusual for her. It had gotten late, and Mike and I 
had gone upstairs. We had just began making love and 
she just opened our door and walked in on us. 

"Gerta said she was lonely and wanted to know if she 
could join us. Without waiting for an answer she pulled 
that tank shirt and kicked off the thong before sliding 
in next to me. Well, I'd been curious to know what it 
would be like to make be with a woman for several 
years, and after several comments from Gerta over the 
past months I'd began to wonder if she was bisexual. 
That night Mike and I found out she goes both ways." 

Marcy paused then said, "and I guess I can too." Though 
they had been talking about sex for nearly two hours, 
this revelation was stunning to the church women. Their 
rather quiet school teacher friend just told the group 
she was bisexual and had been sharing their exchange 
student with her husband in bed. How has such news 
avoided the gossip chain?

"At first we felt bad about it, but by winter she was 
sleeping with us two or three nights a week. Our sex 
life had never been better, not even when we were 
newlyweds. I mean Mike and I made love five and six 
nights a week, And on the nights she was with us it 
rarely lasted less than an hour." 

Marcy then added in a low voice, "See, with three of us 
in the bed Mike could rest while Gerta and I kept 
going. And the best thing was that nearly every time 
Mike could get it back up before Gerta and I finished 
and the second time he could go on for the longest 
time."

She grinned wide at her incredulous friends "I didn't 
think it could get better but at Christmas time her 
boyfriend from Germany flew-in. By that time there was 
no question he would stay in her room. I, having 
convinced myself that Sarah knew nothing of our sexual 
activities with Gerta, sat Sarah down to explain why we 
would let Gerta's boyfriend stay in the same room with 
her. I pointed out, that Europeans simply had different 
cultural norms and this was part of our education about 
Europeans. 

"Up until this point we were simply couldn't imagine 
that our little 15 year old girl Sarah would even 
understand to what was happening. Parents can convince 
themselves of the most ridiculous things. It was clear 
Sarah enjoyed having a big sister and she obviously 
looked up to Gerta and admired her free spirit." 

"I didn't mention it before, but when Mike wasn't home 
Sarah had started joining Gerta in going hot tubing in 
the buff. One Saturday in late September, when Mike was 
out golfing, I couldn't help but notice that my little 
shy Sarah was sitting around talking to Gerta in a tee-
shirt with no panties underneath, and she had, like 
Gerta, removed all her pubic hair. With this going on 
we thought letting this woman, who was only four years 
older than Sarah, have her boyfriend openly sleep in 
her bed didn't seem a big deal."

She made a dramatic pause "...And ladies, he was the 
most sexy hunk of man I have ever seen in my life. 
Blond hair, blue eyes, square jaw and he gave a new 
definition to the word buff. That first night we 
listened to them make love through the wall for three 
solid hours. I never realized how our central air 
system brought sounds from the other rooms. The next 
day they hardly came out of their room, the third 
night, it was two days before Christmas; Gerta again 
walked into our room, with in tow Rolf. And asked if he 
could join the three of us."

"Until that night I hadn't had any penis in me but 
Mike's since before I got married. I wasn't sure how 
Mike would react. I've never told anyone, but before I 
met Mike, I was not exactly a virgin. Mike had known 
that for years and in the past few years, as kinda of a 
foreplay, he has been asking me to tell him details of 
my sexual activity before I met him. It always turns 
him on. But even in the months of us doing Gerta we had 
not talked about me doing it with a man. I wasn't sure 
how he'd react."

"So what did he do," Jo Ann asked.

"He just flipped back the covers and invited them in. 
It was the most amazing night in years and years. I 
simply can not tell you how he made me feel, it is just 
indescribable. The next morning I was so tired I could 
hardly move; and I got a second performance the 
afternoon before he went back to Hamburg, but that time 
Mike wasn't there; just Gerta, Rolf and me."

Trisha asked "Has Sarah ever gotten suspicious?"

Marcy grunted as bit of laughter "More than suspicious! 
I told you how she had started going nude to the hot 
tub when Mike wasn't' home. It was the days after 
Christmas, I had convinced Mike to go sale shopping 
with me. When we got back, I went out on the deck to 
find Sarah, Gerta and Rolf were all naked in the hot 
tub. I was shocked, mortified, embarrassed. I wanted to 
scream for her to get out, but how could I? 

"They invited Mike and I to join them but I made up an 
excuse, there was no way I was going to sit naked next 
to my fifteen year old daughter and my two lovers. It 
was later that week I drove Rolf and Gerta to the 
airport in Atlanta. On the way back, in the back seat, 
Sarah was talking to Gerta and, as calm as could be, 
said that she would miss Rolf, but at least their 
fucking wouldn't keep her up every night. Well I was 
shocked she would know about such things and I asked 
her to explain what she meant."

Beth Ann interrupted, "Bad Idea."

Marcy agreed "You telling me. I guess till that moment 
I was really in my own world. Sarah had begun talking 
to Gerta about things she had never come to me about. 
So with out blushing my little girl tells me 'When they 
have sex it's hard to sleep, especially when he gets 
aggressive.' this from my little girl." 

Bonnie agreed, "Yea, it's hard when they grow into 
women."

"Don't get me wrong. I'm glad Gerta came, it pushed us 
way out of our comfort zone; at least for Mike and me. 
I think it happened at the perfect time for Sarah." 
Marcy said "So Gerta was there to act as a role model 
for sexuality for a modern woman. So I'm driving down 
the hi-way and it occurs to me that if she had been so 
in tuned to what Gerta and Rolf were doing, how could 
she not know what Mike and I were doing? Doing with 
Gerta and Rolf."

"Since Gerta was from Germany, she thought it was 
plenty warm enough to lay out in the sun in April. And 
you can guess what she wore laying out on our back 
deck."

Several voices said, "Nothing."

"Exactly, and by the time it really did warmed up this 
month she has been spending most of the weekends out 
side in the buff. Unless I turned the air-conditioning 
way down, she sometimes just stayed that way indoors 
and out. And now you can also guess who followed suit."

Several voices said "Sarah," in unison.

"A year before she refused to wear a bikini, 
embarrassed by her new boobs, now she's asking me if we 
can go to the nude beach like the Campbell's did."

Bonnie said "Oh, I'm sorry."

Marcy waved it off, "No, it's not you who brought this 
on. It's not really even Gerta, It's Mike and I. We 
wanted to give our daughter a taste of a more the more 
liberal culture than we have here in Georgia. We could 
have stopped Sarah's progression as she adopted Gerta's 
ways, but we didn't, so it's our doing."

"She just wasn't ready to come to me, but she was ready 
to grow up. I thought just knowing about the birds and 
the bees was enough, well in today's world it isn't. 
Not only did they talk at length about the basics they 
even talked about things like giving good head."

Beth Ann asked, "How'd you find that out."

"Last Tuesday, Gerta left. That, coupled with the 
scandal you caused with the nude pictures, has gotten 
Sara and I talking about things we never did before. 
The day Gerta left, she told me she knew about Gerta 
and Mike and I. Like I said, our house offers little in 
the way of audio privacy. Sara told me has been listing 
to Mike and I make love for as long as she can 
remember. She said she knew the first time Gerta joined 
us. 

"The very next day she had asked Gerta directly if she 
had slept with us, Gerta didn't hesitate to confirm. 
Gerta had told her not to tell anyone knowing how dimly 
our school district would look on such a thing if 
anyone found out. I guess she also knew the nights 
Gerta and Rolf slept in our room as well, but she knew 
I would have been embarrassed if she said it directly. 
I'm sure there is more to the story, but that is as far 
as we got."

She paused but no one said a thing.

"Sunday afternoon she asked me if I wanted to lay out 
with her while Mike watched the NASCAR race. Though she 
and Gerta had been doing it for a month, it was my 
first time to join her sunbathing in my birthday suit. 
If I hadn't known we would all be doing this today, I'm 
not sure I would have gotten up the nerve. I must say 
on one hand I was very uncomfortable, but after an hour 
or so I began to see why Gerta likes it so much."

Bonnie offered "You can bring Sarah over her anytime 
you want. It's not a beach, but I think this year it 
will pretty much be like a nudist area."

Jo Ann, "Yea, and I for one love it."

Sherry agreed, "Doing this again after so long, my only 
regret is I was that afraid to start back on my own."

Jo Ann asked, "So you guys looking for a new live in?"

Marcy answered, "We don't know what we want. I think we 
agree that we don't want to go back to the way we were. 
We are talking about options and listening to you all 
today will give me more to think about."

Bonnie took this as a lead in to say, "This is what 
Cooper keeps saying. Most people are doing all sorts of 
stuff that is considered taboo, so no one tells which 
only reinforces the silly rules that few people 
actually abide by. Here in two hours we have shared 
more of our real lives than we had in the past ten 
years. Aren't we pretty typical, if so why are we all 
scared to admit we do the same things everyone else 
does."

She was getting some blank stares. Trisha looked like 
she wanted to say something but just couldn't. Jo Ann 
said, "So what does that mean?"

"It means that we act just like Margo LeCroix; publicly 
putting on one face while living a totally different 
life. Cooper and I have simply decided that we aren't 
going to live that way."

"But that's just the way life is. You pretend to be 
things your not and to believe things that you don't," 
Brandy said.

Bonnie was getting a little worked up. Trisha began to 
say, "I guess this is a good time to te..." Bonnie cut 
her off "But it doesn't have to be. If we as a culture 
reject the false Puritanism then it looses its power 
over all of us."

She could tell she was loosing them. "How about this, 
we talked last year about inviting the husbands and 
boyfriends. Let's do it, and make it into a discussion 
group after lunch."

"You mean we will invite the men AND go naked?" Brandy 
asked.

"If you guys want to," Bonnie answered.

"Good, that's what I hoped you meant." Brandy said.

"I'm game," Trisha said, "Even though I don't have a 
man."

"I'll bring Herb" Sherry said, "A month ago I wouldn't 
have considered it, but in the past few weeks I've seen 
a side of him I didn't know existed. I hope his heart 
can take it."

"I'm sure Cal won't mind being surrounded by beautiful 
naked women" Beth Ann said.

Marcy laughed, "That's us, beautiful naked women."

"But I'm due for my period" Jo Ann bemoaned.

"And of course we are including the men without asking" 
Bonnie said.

"What man doesn't want to see naked women?" Marcy 
mused.

Bonnie corrected, "But not all men are comfortable 
going naked. So let's just say it will be topless and 
bottomless for those who feel so inclined."

There were no dissenting voices, though one asked, 
"What about kids?"

Bonnie said, "Let's see if they can go to Grandma's or 
something that day. I think it will be less stressful 
on everyone if the kids are gone."

With that decided, Bonnie slipped into the water while 
Marcy and Sherry went in for more ice.

When they didn't return after a few minutes Beth Ann 
went in looking for them.

"Trish," Bonnie said. "I'm sorry, I cut you off a bit 
back. What were you going to say."

"No, no it's OK."

"No, I want to hear" Bonnie said, truly feeling bad for 
cutting her off.

Just then Beth Ann came back out and called for her 
sister, "You've got to see this."

That peaked other's interest and when Bonnie finished 
her four laps in the pool she realized she was alone.

"Where did everyone go?" she asked aloud. She climbed 
the ladder and grabbed a towel and headed around to the 
door to the family room. Opening the door she saw her 
friends, all with eyes glued to the big TV to her 
right. Stepping in she turned to see what was on.

It was a wide angel shot of their swimming pool area, 
in one corner, on a chase lounge was her image; her 
image on her hands and knees being penetrated by a 
young man behind while sucking the penis of an another 
man in front. It was a video from last week.

"But how?" she asked herself. The answer was obvious 
"Cooper" Sherry looked over to her "OK, you want to 
tell us about this?" 

"It was on when we came in" Marcy said

Bonnie tried her best to be calm. "I'm not sure how it 
got turned on, but this is near the end. If you want to 
see it all, let me start it over." She said as she 
walked to the DVD player. In her heart she was vowing 
to kill Cooper, but her mouth said "Cooper must have 
made this last week after I told him my naughty plan."

As she cued up the player she briefly told the girls 
what had happened with the roofers in the days leading 
up to the day the video was shot, then pressed "play".

***

By the time the Euro Club convened Thursday evening 
they had over 250 emails, this for a rising class of 
under 300. It was good that they had plenty of mail 
space. It had turned Cloudy and cold, so there was no 
sunning and they worked in the family room.

As they began to work through the emails they were 
surprised at how many people wrote to say they will not 
be able to attend, but not to forget them if there are 
latter get together this summer. The reasons for not 
coming were usually family commitments for the week 
after school ended. There were a fair number of obscene 
emails from Hotmail or Yahoo accounts. Usually telling 
one or several members how much they want to do them, 
often with faceless pics of their erect penises. The 
girls burst out laughing when Rebecca said "That's 
Samuel" when they opened an attachment of a well built 
guy with a blurred out head gripping an obscenely large 
and stiff tool. 

"Really, that's him, I'd recognize his dick anywhere". 
The email said "Only Rebecca is woman enough for this" 
Misty looked hard "Yep, that's Samuel. That's not a lay 
that a girl easily forgets."

The other girls heads swiveled to Rebecca and she, with 
pride, said "Yea, he's such a stud I've had to get 
Misty to lend a hand on a couple of occasions." 

Misty added jokingly, "I lent more than a hand, and 
ended up with a sore pussy for a week both times."

Other emails were questions, such as "Does it cost 
anything?" to which they referred them to the web page 
that said, "There is no fee, but a $5.00 donation would 
help offset our costs."

Or "What kinds of swim suites?" to which they replied 
"Take a look at our bikini's on the web site, we'd love 
to see some guys in something hotter than trunks"

And quite a few "What is the prize for the guy's 
swimsuit contest," to which they coyly replied "it's a 
Euro Club secret special prize."

It took two hours but they came up with a total of 123 
people (including dates) who said they were coming. 
That was nearly three times as many as last year. So 
they would have to go back to their parents for money 
for more cups, drinks, pizza, and paper plates. Bonnie 
said she would contact the church to borrow a few 
tables for food. Fortunately the Campbell's deck and 
yard were more than big enough for that many people. 
Bonnie also would notify the neighbors to head off any 
complaints about the noise.

At school, the party was the talk of the class. Several 
guys were pestering Club members for the prize and the 
judging rules. To which they referred them again to the 
web page. Others, who had heard what the Euro Club was 
really about asked if they were going topless, to which 
they consistently said no, but qualified it by saying 
things like "But I don't have to take it off to show 
it" which only built the excitement.

The new painting by Amy had a place of honor just 
inside the entryway. Bonnie bought a pair of hanging 
plants to go on each end and a picture light to light 
the canvas. She also bought four small plants to go in 
a planter underneath the painting to carry the tropical 
theme. As Cooper had found, anyone in the entryway was 
too close to see the painting for what it was; however 
by moving across the room and looking back, it 
magically transformed from a nature scene to an 
explicit scene of she and Cooper making love.

***

Trisha Simms and her son Byron lived right in town in 
the only modern apartment complex in the county. When 
her husband, Victor, had surprised her by moving out 
one fall day almost three years ago she had been 
devastated. For months she hardly left they house they 
had shared for ten years. She could not understand why. 
He repeatedly denied there was another woman and for 
over six months she believed him. Even when she began 
hearing rumors she refused to believe. It wasn't until 
her mother drove her to Victor's new place before 
church one Sunday morning she was willing to believe. 
Next to Victor's Saab was a white Mercedes that she 
knew full well belonged to Collette, her husband's 
newly law partner.

After that she agreed to let her mother hire an 
investigator which led to a huge cash settlement and 
substantial alimony and child support payments. She had 
planned to keep the four thousand square foot house, 
but she could not separate her dream home from her ex-
husband. During the previous winter the home had sold 
for far more than she had initially expected allowing 
her to have a new, smaller, dream home built on a 
thirty acre tract of land. Cooper had designed the home 
as a gift, and the contractor promised it would be 
ready by the end of summer.

During the past year she had been working on finishing 
her Bachelor's degree in Psychology using an on-line 
program. In the fall she would start classes on her 
Master's Program. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do 
with the degree, but with money as a non-issue, going 
to school was a good use of her time until she felt 
more sure of her future.

Trisha and Byron had always had a good relationship, 
but it wasn't until after the divorce when his dad 
married Collette and her three children moved in, that 
she had become much closer to her son. Byron had always 
been thin and shy and somewhat bookish. The split made 
him much more so. For both she and Byron their church 
involvement was the saving grace in this difficult 
time.

Last year when Bonnie shocked everyone by suggesting 
they tan topless, it hit Trisha as just the right 
moment. If she hadn't seconded it, the idea might have 
died; though it turned out that several had thought of 
it before but were unwilling to admit so until Trisha 
did.

In the past year and a half since her divorce, she had 
lost 30 pounds. This had not been a plan to get sexy, 
but rather the effects of depression. Her friends 
noticed how good she looked now. Early last summer, she 
had only come to tan once with the girls (before they 
went topless), because the second week of June she took 
a long vacation. She had rented a beach front house at 
Hilton Head for a full month. Her mother and Byron 
stayed the whole time, and her sister and her two kids 
stayed the first week. At a local shop she bought the 
first true bikini (not just a high rise two piece) she 
had worn in years. 

Compared to what Bonnie and Misty wore that summer at 
South Beach, it was very modest, but for a long 
depressed divorcée, it was very racy. In the dressing 
room she thought she looked pretty good in it. The 
thirty pounds off made a world of difference, but her 
hour long power walks she used to fight the depression 
had begun to toned her new leaner body. Even looking at 
herself in the house bedroom mirror she thought she 
looked sexy, but it took until her sister left and 
Byron and Grandma were out at a movie before she put it 
on and strolled up the beach.

The beach, by nature of the high cost of rentals was 
skewed away from young people to adults of means and 
their children. She walked on the board walk that led 
directly to the back door of the house, over the dune 
and onto the sand. It was near high tide so there was 
little room between the wet sand and the people 
sunning. As she walked she was very self conscious and 
imagined being watched. Even still it was quite a shock 
to see the first men's eyes that fixed on the large 
amount of décolletage that the suit presented.

The first time she wanted to hide from the dirty old 
man, but by the time she had passed two dozen men and 
everyone stared, she began to think that she was indeed 
might be attractive. She went much further down the 
beach than she'd intended. By the time she made it back 
to the house she was feeling rather good about herself, 
but not so good as to leave it one for her mother to 
see. The next morning she went out and bought two more 
bikinis. 

Again they were far larger than Bonnie's Rio's but 
these did show just a little ass cheek and lots of 
boob. Back at the house she grabbed a beach towel and a 
bottle of sunscreen and headed out to the sand. Day by 
day she felt the old self loathing disappear and a new 
confidence take hold. The fourth afternoon, when she 
came in for lunch, and began to change out of the sandy 
swim suit, she looked at her now tanned body with the 
distinct tan lines. She became so aroused that she 
locked her bedroom door and masturbated as she looked 
in the mirror. This was the first time she had 
masturbated during the day since she was in college. It 
was that day when she went to lay back out she noticed 
a man who she had seen several times over the past few 
days.

He was clearly middle aged, but very attractive in a 
distinguished way. His hair was solid white and blew in 
the wind as he walked by her, smiling as he went. She 
began to smile back as he went to and fro. She began to 
look forward to seeing and waving several times each 
day. She tried to covertly watch to see if he went into 
a nearby house, but could not tell if he crossed the 
dune on a public walk, or on a private boardwalk. 
Inside her, long dead feelings awoke: feelings of raw 
sexual desire. At night her fantasies became more and 
more explicit and her masturbation sessions longer and 
longer.

It took him almost a week to stop and chat. By then she 
could feel her nipples harden each time she saw him. 
The tide was coming in. Byron was boogie boarding in 
the surf. She watching him walking toward her, not past 
her but directly toward her. She sat up as he 
approached.

"It's been a beautiful week," he said as he approached.

"Yes, it has been," Trisha said her heart pounding.

"I couldn't help but noticing you here all week," He 
said. His accent was clearly Charleston.

"I noticed you too," she replied.

He extended his hand, "My name is Richard Ravenell, I'm 
from just up the beach in North Charleston."

She stood up and shook his hand. "I'm Trisha Simms from 
Sparta Georgia."

He held her hand longer than necessary. She found it 
hard to breathe.

He broke eye contact and looked out to where Byron was 
just being crashed to the sand by a wave, "You and your 
son here alone?"

"No, my mother is staying with us," she said.

He looked like he was pondering something then said 
"Good, so if I asked you over to my place for dinner it 
would be a possibility." Her throat constricted. He was 
asking her on a date. A man was asking her out for a 
date. She'd been twenty the last time she'd been asked 
out. She was at once thrilled, flattered and also 
terrified. How could she go on a date? She knew their 
must be a hundred reasons why to say no, but she 
couldn't grab one quickly enough. His eyes searched for 
an answer.

"Where is your place?" she said with out saying yes.

"From here you would take the first boardwalk over the 
dune. It is the green house across the street and on 
the left. How does seven sound?"

And so with out actually saying yes, she was dressing 
for a date. She told her mom she wanted to go out 
shopping to avoid questions as such she could not dress 
up to much. Searching through her stuff she realized 
that since she bought new clothes after loosing her 
weight, she had not one pretty bra or panty. She told 
her self that that didn't matter, he would never see 
them.

She remembered back, nearly twenty years, to before 
meeting her eventual husband, Vincent. She had sex on 
more first dates than not in college, and quite a few 
times in high school as well. That was a long, long 
time ago. This would not be like that. After trying on 
almost everything she had she opted for the royal blue 
silk sarong she had bought at the bikini shop. Solving 
the ugly bra problem, she just didn't wear one. She 
followed the attached directions to make it into a 
halter dress, twisting the two ends and tying them in a 
knot at back of her neck. It was thin and her taught 
nipples lifted the fabric. She moved in front of the 
mirror, her large breasts swayed with each move. "That 
will get his attention" she said aloud.

She had originally put on panties, but they clearly 
showed, showed they were "granny" panties, so they fell 
to the floor.

Worn as a halter dress the sarong was fairly short, she 
would have to keep her legs together or she would show 
everything. She slipped out while Byron was on the play 
station and her mother took a bath.

To keep up her deception she drove the six houses down 
and pulled into the sandy drive of the green house. A 
guest of wind caught her dress and hiked it up past her 
navel. Her hands shook uncontrollably as she knocked on 
the door.

She waited. The door opened. He wore a silk powder blue 
robe. His cologne wafted to her senses.

With out hesitating he said "I see you dressed light."

"I didn't know what was in the offing tonight, so I 
dressed simply" She immediately berated herself for 
revealing her inner desires.

Closing the door behind her, he stood close. He kissed 
her lightly on the lips. He drew her closer with one 
arm and kissed her a second time with a little more 
meaning.

She initiated the third passionate kiss, wrapping both 
arms around his shoulders, opening her mouth and 
offering her tongue. He responded in kind pulling her 
tightly against himself. She was overwhelmed. She had 
long ago decided no man would ever want to hold her 
this way again. The firmness that pressed on her 
stomach through the two thin layers of silk told he 
that he wanted her as much as she wanted him to want 
her. In turn she wanted him for wanting her.

Without further words, his deft hand picked the knot on 
the back of her neck loose. Shifting his body as he 
kissed deeply, he allowed the royal blue silk to 
flutter to the ground around her feet. Their mouths 
contused to devour one another's soul as his hands 
explored her body.

Somewhere in her semi conscious mind, a voice told her 
that this stranger was touching her in the most 
intimate places. The voice didn't exactly say to make 
him stop, but it did ask "Don't you care he is touching 
your breasts, your ass, your pussy?" The only time she 
even bothered to tell her self "no I don't care," is 
when the voice said "Trisha, don't you care his fingers 
are in you?" And she didn't care, a much louder vice 
kept saying, "More, MORE, MORE!"

The only fear she had was that this middle aged man 
would not be able to satisfy this all consuming sexual 
fever that gripped her. She found herself leaning back 
against what she assumed to be a coat closet, just feet 
inside the front door.

She was so grateful when his kisses moved from her 
breasts downward to where the flesh screamed for 
stimulation she actually said "Thank you. Please do 
that." out loud. The first words she had spoken since 
waking into the house. She couldn't imagine she could 
be more aroused without passing out, but she did. He 
lifted one leg up and over his shoulder. His tongue and 
lips danced on the and around the sensitive pink folds 
of moist flesh. She braced herself with both hands on 
the door frame to keep from falling. 

When after stimulating every other conceivable part of 
her genitals, he finally began to flutter his tongue on 
her clit the first climax began nearly immediately, 
followed by three others in such rapid succession it 
was almost like one endless stream. Eventually it was 
simply more than she could take and she reached down 
and pushed his face away from her.

He stood and she untied his robe. It fell open, and as 
expected nothing covered his full erection. She 
squatted down in front of him and was determined to 
give as much pleasure as she received. His penis was 
clearly smaller than Vincent's, but as she began to 
work on him she found there are distinct advantages of 
giving head to a smaller man. The most useful was that 
she could with out undue effort take him all in her 
mouth, nestling her lips in his thick hair. In her 
present mood that was exactly what she wanted, to 
swallow him whole. She gripped his ass cheeks tightly 
as she worked him with her cheeks and tongue. Then 
using this firmly leverage began to movie in and out of 
her tightly pursed lips. She sucked hard as she took 
him from base to head over and over again. She 
surprised her self when she agreed with the inner voice 
that now said "Make him cum. Taste him, Taste his cum 
now".

In college she had blown dozens of guys, but never, 
never would she keep It up till they came, she always 
finished with her hand. Gradually all other things 
faded from mind but pulling the semen out of this man; 
faster and harder she worked as she pulled on his ass 
with every building pressure. She pressured the 
underside of the shaft with her tongue as her sucked-in 
cheeks formed an artificial vagina as she mouth fucked 
his stony tool.

A groan from above told her she would soon have what 
she craved. She took it all in and held tight as he 
ejaculated in hr mouth three solid spurts and several 
smaller ones. It was thick and salty with a hint of 
garlic. She kept sucking until she had swallowed 
everything he had to give, then kept on.

He had to stop her with "Woe, woman. There isn't 
anymore," and lifted her to her feet and surprised her 
with another deep kiss when she knew full well she 
would taste of his semen. Letting go of the kiss he 
reached down and picked up her sarong. Handing it to 
her he said, "That was a fine appetizer, after dinner 
we can start on the main course."

She followed while putting her sarong back on. In the 
living room, on a coffee table was a large bowel of 
boiled shrimp on ice, a bottle of Sauvignon, glasses 
and looking out of place, a bowl of hushpuppies.

"I hope you are not offended I ordered out rather than 
cooking." He said "But these are from The Green Turtle. 
I don't think you will find better anywhere."

"No. No, this looks great," Trisha said still trying to 
catch her breath. Switching gears so fast, this was new 
to her. She couldn't decide it that was a result of her 
fifteen years out of commission, or of the fact that 
adults date different that college students. Either way 
it was strange and appealing at the same time.

The conversation through dinner was surprisingly 
routine. Short bios, jobs, children, hobbies, all 
normal things; yet this came after she had swallowed 
his semen. After dinner came more conversation and 
drinks then a walk on the beach as the sun set. When 
the main course sex came it was everything she had 
hoped it would be. Though his smaller size limited the 
dept of penetration, she gained full satisfaction all 
the same. His stamina was surprising. She found herself 
wondering if he used Viagra or one of the similar 
medicines, but thought it would be rude to ask.

All too soon the alarm on her phone went off and she 
had to go, but not before she made a promise to return 
as soon as possible. The next morning her morning power 
walk only made it as far as the green house, but she 
returned home just as sweaty and breathless as she did 
when she walked four miles. For the next three days she 
found a myriad of excuses why to leave Byron with her 
mother and whether she had ten minutes or two hours she 
left the green house with a smile on her face and 
spring in her step.

***

On the last Tuesday of her trip she had again stopped 
at the green house on her morning "walk" to have the 
fourth morning of sex before breakfast and once again 
she Richard Ravenel made love like their was no 
tomorrow. This morning it was first in the bed, then 
cunilngus on the breakfast table and a final furious 
fuck on the living room floor.

All this just made her look forward to stopping by for 
a quickie at lunch time even more. Each morning about 
ten Trisha and Byron went out to the beach. He would 
boogie board and she would sun and when possible do 
some flirting. Her multiple trips each day to the green 
house only made her feel more sexy and empowered as men 
would look at her in her new bikinis. After about two 
hours they would come in to escape the noon sun. Bryon 
would watch TV or play video games. She would read or 
go shopping. The last four days she got a second lay 
for the day at this time.

She put on a sun dress and a one of the thong panties 
she had bought yesterday, and headed out the door. She 
could see the car was gone even before she got to the 
house and was not surprised no one answered. She was 
disappointed, but could not be upset. She had been by 
eleven other times and he had always been there. He 
must have to go out some time.

She checked back every hour that day and the car never 
returned. He heart began to sink by night fall and the 
next day when a family unloaded at the green house she 
knew her affair was over. Her mother asked several 
times over the next few days why she was so down. 
Trisha never even hinted what it really was. Like a 
wildfire it had consumed her for five days and left a 
changed landscape in its path. In less than five full 
days she had gone to Richards place eleven times and 
had almost twenty separate sexual episodes. 

That was more than she and Vincent had done in their 
last year of marriage and she was sure she'd had more 
orgasms during sex with Richard than Vincent had given 
her in their entire fifteen years together. She had 
long forgotten (or suppressed), that prior to meeting 
her husband she had several lovers who could regularly 
give her orgasms through intercourse and quite a few 
did so through cunnilngus. Vincent rarely made her cum 
and thought going down on a woman was effeminate and 
had never once done it to her.

She was different now, in a fundamental way. It wasn't 
the sex itself, it was the freedom to be herself 
without apology. Even after divorcing Vincent, she had 
not reclaim that most basic right. Now, with this man's 
help she had done so.

Trisha had never told anyone this story. It seemed 
silly to keep it from Bonnie now that she had made love 
to her husband twice and even had allowed Bonnie to go 
down on her last Saturday.

Last summer was a long time ago, it was the activities 
last Saturday that now preoccupied her. Since the boy's 
joke about her wanting more sausage, Byron hadn't 
acknowledged what he had seen. She called Bonnie Friday 
night concerned she had given her son some 
inappropriate ideas.

"I don't think so Trish" Bonnie said "You know how hard 
it is for men to talk, imagine how hard it is for a 
fifteen year old boy." 

"I guess so. I'm just so worried I'm doing something 
wrong."

"Like what?"

"Like lowering boundaries that don't need to be 
lowered."

"Do you think he might get ideas, like about you?"

"Well, yea" Trisha said with resignation.

"I really don't think you have anything to worry about. 
He made it clear he preferred the teen girls. Right?"

"Yea, he did."

"So unless you say something that would lead him to 
think something like that, you're fine." Bonnie assured 
her. "But if your that concerned, at home just stick to 
your old habit of always being fully dressed around 
him. That should head of any untoward thoughts."

"But Wednesday night I was sitting in the living room 
watching TV. I could hear the shower running. When I 
heard the bathroom door open I turned that way and out 
came Byron stark naked"

"What did he do?" Bonnie asked.

"Well nothing, he just went to his room. But he was 
naked!"

Bonnie laughed.

"It's not funny, he did it again tonight, just a few 
minutes ago." Bonnie continued laughing.

"What's so funny?" Trisha demanded.

"It's Lamar, he's put Byron up to this."

"I don't understand, what does Lamar have to do with 
this?" Trisha said confused.

"He put Byron up to it. I'm sure of it" she answered as 
she continued to laugh. "Sunday morning I come out of 
my room to find Lamar eating a bowl of cereal in the 
kitchen, naked. It just happened that I was already 
dressed for church." she began to laugh again "If had 
been in the kitchen an hour earlier he would found both 
his parents naked, doing it right over the counter as 
we waited for the coffee to make."

Trisha broke in "You guys are bad."

"We try, but, I don't ever remember Lamar naked in the 
kitchen before. I just got another cup of coffee and 
didn't comment, what I could say." She went on "Last 
week when I went in to make sure he was getting ready 
for school; I found he is now skipping pj's or 
underwear in bed, just like his dad. The other day 
Misty told me he had stopped dressing when going from 
the shower to his room. And I guess all this is his way 
of saying he's all grown up. He must have convinced 
Bryon to go along."

"Yea, I guess so," Trisha agreed.

"They're just being boys, don't worry," Bonny tried to 
assure her. "I think he's also doing it to show he's as 
grown up as his sister, especially after finding Misty 
in bed with Rebecca and Samuel on Monday afternoon."

"You didn't tell me about that."

"It wasn't that big a deal since it's no secret that 
Misty is sexually active. But I had gone shopping with 
Cooper's mother on Monday and we didn't get back until 
about six. I had stopped by Taco Bell and brought 
supper home. Lamar was watching TV in the family room 
told me I should take Misty's up to her. I was 
suspicious of his motives, but I wasn't trying to be 
sneaky when I went up to Misty's room, the door was 
half open so I walked in Taco Bell bag in hand."

"What did you see?"

"Nothing really, I guess they had finished some time 
before and were just lying on the bed talking."

"Were they naked?"

"Oh, yea, completely." "What did you do?"

"I just tried to be calm and act like it was nothing 
unusual. I and made a point to tell Rebecca and Samuel 
hello and handed Misty the bag of tacos."

"What did they do?"

"Well Rebecca and Misty did nothing, but I think Samuel 
has a little thing for me so he strikes up a 
conversation by making a comment about being he and I 
being even now that I had seen him and stretches out to 
show off his dick."

"Typical man, thinks his dick will drive you wild."

"Well, Trisha, I gotta say, in his case he's got 
something to be proud of."

"Really?"

"Yea, I didn't give him the trill of me staring but 
even so, he is far bigger soft than Cooper is hard. But 
I just left and told them to have fun. I guess they did 
because it was another hour before they came down 
stairs. When they got down I acted as relaxed as I 
could and offered them all some iced tea and you'll 
love what I said."

"What?"

"I said 'now that you've spent several hours on 
biology, do you have any other homework?"

Trish said "I don't know if I could be that cool."

"I don't mean to freak you out, but you know that Misty 
and her friends learned about sex by doing it with each 
other a year before they did it with guys."

"What are you saying?"

"Are you so naive. Your so worried about Byron wanting 
to do his mom you are missing his much more probable 
next step."

"And what's that?"

"It's just a matter of time before they move from 
jacking of in front of each other to jacking each other 
off."

There was a pause, "Really? You think they would do 
that? You don't think they are gay."

"Yes, I'm sure they will and no that wouldn't make them 
gay. That would make them normal boys who don't have 
girls throwing themselves at them. It didn't say that 
to freak you out, just know if you don't want to catch 
them doing something like that don't barge in if Lamar 
spends the night. But enough about the kids, I am 
starting to worry about you. It's been almost two weeks 
since you and Cooper first did it. You have skirted the 
issue when it has come up. You are too embarrassed to 
tell our friends what you did, but you send them to me 
for all the gory details. 

"I had begun to think you had second thoughts about it, 
then last Saturday you practically raped him right in 
front of me, then once again tell everyone to ask me 
what happened. The final straw was on Wednesday you 
first begin to tell a story then won't. What is going 
on!?"

There was silence for some time then a timid voice 
said, "The Cooper isn't the first man I've had sex with 
since Victor left me."

Trisha couldn't see Bonnie's broad smile "Oh, so now we 
hear the big secret"

Trisha seemed not to breathe for the first ten minutes 
as she told her narrative. She would have got it out 
much faster if once she moved into the sex part had 
Bonnie not peppered her with explicit questions.

"How big was he? Was it straight or curved? Describe 
how he ate you?" and such questions.

"...and when you suggested we take our tops off I was 
all for it. I wanted to tell you all right then and 
there what a great time I had at the beach, but I just 
couldn't do it. After a while the secret took on it's 
own life and I just couldn't tell anyone, and then when 
I began to focus on Cooper when I felt I had to hide it 
all even further. I had really decided I was a depraved 
woman. Then in a few short weeks you and then my other 
friends shatter the delusions I had that everyone else 
was monogamous."

"You're not the only one who thought that nearly 
everyone was monogamous. When I did it with Adam I knew 
I was a fallen woman, never to be worthy of my church 
friends again."

Trisha agreed "Yea, like that."

"Now I'm wondering if everyone at church is not 
sleeping around." 

"You and me both girl." Trisha changed subjects and 
asked "How about how about we take the day to go summer 
cloths, sexy summer clothes, shopping tomorrow" 

Trisha countered "Let's do it."

"How about I pick you up at 10:00?"

And so the next day Bonnie drove to Trisha's 
apartments. They decided her new VW Bug convertible was 
more fun for a girl trip than Bonnie's car. So Trisha 
drove them to the big mall in Atlanta, over two hours 
drive, to go shopping. Sexy clothes shopping. Though 
both Trisha and Bonnie had each undergone a midlife 
sexual awakening over the past year or so, neither had 
a wardrobe to match. Though they both were now over 
forty, they had each found they could turn men's head 
at the beach, now they went shopping to turn heads at 
home. 

It was a similar to the shopping trip she had taken 
with Misty and Keli except she this mall was much 
larger and she was buying for herself as well. At The 
Gap they bought tie front halter tops. At Xpress they 
bought very thin, almost sheer, pastel tank tops and 
mini-skirts. At Abercrombie and Fitch they bought very 
short, low rise shorts in denim and bright colors. 

At The Body Shop the found cute sundresses, with high 
hem lines and low neck lines and very lowrise stretch 
jeans. At Victoria Secret they bought a dozen new 
thongs; some sheer and some in summer pastels. With the 
thongs came bras; sheer, push-up and half-cups that 
left their nipples exposed.

With all their shopping thay found that no one shop 
carried thong swimsuits, but they were told of a shop 
not far from the mall that did. That was just as well 
because they couldn't carry any more. So a short drive 
later they came to Chantilies. It was primarily a 
lingerie store, but had three racks of bikini's, mostly 
tongs, but some Rio cut bottoms as well. 

The clerk showed them a line of one and two piece suits 
that appeared modest, but the clerk said when they 
became wet, they went almost completely sheer. They 
both could see the use of those and picked one each 
from that set. After Trisha had picked out no less than 
four sets and Bonnie two, they looked at cover-ups, 
mostly fishnet or semisheer. Before they left the clerk 
offered to show them the "back room" which was where 
the dildos, vibrators, and other toys were kept. 
Giggling like school girls they looked over the 
inventory. "Where have I been" Trisha said grabbing a 
'life like' dildo from its hanger.

Bonnie picked out a double headed dildo. "We can freak 
Cooper out with this," she said.

Trisha ended up spending over three hundred dollars at 
Chandtillies, but she was thrilled. After spending so 
much money in the store they had not problem asking to 
use the dressing room to change into some of the 
clothes they had bought at the mall. Bonnie changed 
into a denim mini skirt over a lace thong and a light 
blue tank top that in the sun showed the dark circles 
of her nipples. Trisha went with shorts and a halter 
top and one the half cup bras. The bra pushed her up 
and in so much that she showed an enormous amount of 
cleavage, and when she bent to pick up her purse, her 
nipples were fully visible as soon as the top gapped 
even a little.

"Wow, that combination puts you on display all right," 
Bonnie quipped.

"I thought that was the idea?"

"Yea, but I didn't know you were going that far the 
first time." 

"Does it look bad?"

"No, no it looks hot. I just hope you don't take all 
the stares." Bonnie said as she slid behind the wheel.

The trip to Sticky Fingers, a new bar-be-queer joint 
just a few minutes. It was busy so they had to wait for 
a table. It didn't take long for both Bonnie and Trisha 
to realize they were getting looks from men. Bonne 
found her self a little annoyed as the eyes 
consistently settled on Trisha's chest. But she knew it 
was natural, Trisha was making the most of her assets 
and she did look hot.

The hostess gave them a choice of seats, Bonnie 
strategically asked to be seated near the window. 
Trisha realized immediately why her friend chose that 
seat, the direct sun cut right through the thin cotton. 
Though it was still mostly opaque, the tank nicely 
showed off her smaller but youthful and perky assets. 
She was not surprised when the young waiter's eyes 
lingered on Bonnie's chest.

"He's so cute" Bonnie whispered as their waiter left 
with their drink orders.

"He couldn't keep his eyes off your tits" Trisha 
whispered back "My, tits. He was doing his best to look 
down your shirt the whole time."

"OK, maybe he checked us both out."

He was back notably quickly and took his time to talk 
through the menu.

Bonnie almost laughed when Trisha leaned forward, 
knowing full well she was giving him a clear view of 
her entire left breast. When he finally left Bonnie 
with a grin said, "Why didn't you just take the shirt 
off, you showed him everything anyway."

"If I thought I wouldn't get arrested, I would."

For the next forty minutes they teased the often 
present waiter, and exchanged ideas of how to molest 
him when he was gone. They each dared the other to ask 
when he was going on break, but neither mustered the 
courage.

Walking back the car Bonnie asked "Let me drive home, 
with the top down. I've never driven a convertible."

"Sure, it will wreck our hair, but we're not going 
anywhere else." "And I'm sure we can get some looks 
from guys" Bonnie added. Trisha handed Bonnie the keys 
and showed her how to put down the top.

Once they were on the road Trish burst out "That was so 
fun. Did you see the way he looked at us? He could be 
our kid but he was about to blow right in his pants, 
over us!"

"Why didn't you ask when he went on break?"

"Why didn't you?"

Bonnie swerved around a slow car before answering, "I 
don't know. Afraid he would say no I guess."

"Would you really have let him fuck you if I'd asked? 
Or were you just playing?"

Bonnie, rather sheepishly said "I guess I've just 
become a real slut, because I wouldn't have hesitated 
to let him do me." as she brought the car to halt at a 
stop light.

Trisha looked over and said, "Glad I'm not the only 
one."

A nice looking man in a pickup pulled up beside them. 
He looked down and grinned. "Oh, he's a hottie," Bonnie 
said in a low voice. Both women smiled and waved just 
as the light changed.

"I feel like a college girl again," Trisha bubbled.

Just past the light was the ramp to the interstate. As 
they accelerated to highway speed the wind whistled and 
their hair began to fly.

Trisha reclined her seat slightly. She then looked down 
at her halter top. It was tied just under her bust and 
with the low rise shorts there was a large space of 
tanned skin showing in the middle. "I guess I'm lucky. 
No stretch marks from when I was heavier." She leaned 
her seat back slightly to stretch out "Not bad for an 
old woman"

"Your not old, your younger than me."

"Yea, but you're a freak of nature, looking like that 
at your age" They both laughed. Trisha went on with her 
musings "I think I should get a belly ring."

"Misty wants one, but when she found out she couldn't 
go swimming for six weeks, we decided to wait until 
fall."

"How about we all three get one?"

"I had been thinking about it, but fall's a long way 
off"

Trisha pulled at the halter's tie and fell loose. "I 
really like the way this bra feels, I should have 
gotten more than two."

"But they only had two styles."

"Yea, but maybe I should go looking on line, I'm sure I 
can find more." She pulled the halter apart and looked 
at her breasts. The bra's cup ran from the upper 
corner, under her nipples in an arc ending just at the 
bottom inner corner of her breasts.  Though they had 
always looked large to Bonnie, cradled like this, they 
appeared much bigger indeed. "Are my nipples to ugly, 
they're so big and not even round, they're oval."

It was true that the areola of her nipples was oblong 
and large enough that the bottom was covered by the 
lacey ending on the bra's cup. Bonnie answered 
truthfully "I think they are lovely, I'd love to have 
boobs that big, and big nipples tend to go with big 
boobs."

A loud "honk, honk", jarred them.

Jerking their head to the right a red big rig was 
easing past on the right, in the window a man flashed a 
thumbs up looking at Trisha.

Her hand instantly grabbed the two sides of the halter, 
but did not pull them together. Her hand's gripped the 
fabric tight and even shook a little, but she did not 
cover her breasts. Instead she looked up and waved at 
the trucker whose head swiveled rapidly from the road 
to Trisha and back again.

The truck had moved on.

"Oooh, Trish the highway flasher!" Bonnie exclaimed.

"That was an accident."

"I didn't see you cover yourself up, it looked more 
like an invite."

"Well, I was just being polite."

"Yea, right."

A few minutes latter she found a second trucker, to 
whom she chose to be "polite"

Bonnie didn't have the heart to pull off the interstate 
while her friend was having so much fun. She passed the 
normal exit and opted for the route that kept them on 
the interstate until they were only about ten minutes 
from home (even though it would take them 15 minutes 
longer).

Once out of the city, the interstate reduced to two 
lanes. With out Trisha asking Bonnie began creeping up 
on a truck in the left lane. Trisha's looked over and 
grinned at Bonnie. She loosened the halter's tie and 
reached behind to unhook her bra. Slipping it off under 
the shirt she tossed it in the back. Once she could see 
the man driving in his big side mirror, she untied the 
fabric between her breast and let the two sides of the 
top fall, fully exposing her breasts. It took a moment 
for the driver to see in his rearview what was behind 
him. He slowed a bit so the car was below his door. 

Trisha waved up at him before Bonnie sped up and left 
him behind. They laughed loudly as Trisha recovered her 
breasts. They had made the day of a half dozen truckers 
before they pulled off the interstate. Trisha was 
having the time of her life. It was almost five when 
Bonnie pulled into Trisha's the apartment complex. "I 
think me and Mr. Life Like are about to have a nice 
time," Trisha said gathering her bags.

Inside Trisha found her son, Byron, firmly ensconced in 
front of the TV playing a video game. Laying down her 
packages, she said "Well couch potato, have you been 
playing that game all day?" "No" came a defensive reply 
"I watched TV too."

"Well get yourself together, we're going for dinner in 
about an hour."

"OK, let me get to a good save point" he said as she 
went back to her room.

She made a conscious decision to put her new dildo on 
the end table rather than in her drawer. She took off 
the tags and put the other things away leaving only out 
two swim suits and a cover-up. She went back into the 
living room to find Byron putting away the game 
controller. He had not even looked at her when she had 
first come in. Now seeing her in her new outfit he said 
"Wow mom, that's new."

"Is that bad?"

"No. It looks really good. But you probably don't need 
to wear it to my school."

"OK, I won't wear it to your school."

Then holding up a hanger with her new Rio cut swim suit 
she asked "Which should I wear tomorrow at the 
Campbell's? This one?" Then holding the hanger with one 
of the new thongs "This one? Or this one?" finally 
holding up a hanger with nothing at all on it. 

"Which ever one you want," he replied.

"You won't be embarrassed if your mom wear this one in 
in front of a bunch of people?" she said holding up the 
empty hanger.

"It's not like you're an old hag, and I'm guessing for 
most of them it would be something new. Come on I saw 
you giving .." Byron abruptly ended.

Trisha thought she knew what he was going to say but 
thought this would be the time to get it out in the 
open "Saw me doing what?" she said in a quiet tone.

He looked down and said in a tentative voice "Saw you 
giving Mr. C a blow job." His voice gaining confidence 
he continued "In the pool, Lamar and I watched for a 
while before you saw us. He says you and his dad do it, 
all the way, together."

Trisha sat down in the easy chair. "Is that a 
question?"

"I don't know."

"And would an answer, either way, make any difference 
to you?" 

"Not really."

"So do you want to know if I had sex with Cooper and 
Bonnie?"

"I don't know, well yea kina. I don't like being 
treated like a child, hiding adult stuff from me."

"OK, fair enough. Yes, I did have sex with them. Any 
other questions?"

"No." She got up to leave then he said "Yes. If you 
wear the last swim suit when I'm there, and Lamar and 
his family do too, do you mind if I do it too?"

"If you want to" Trisha said as she went to try out Mr. 
Realistic before they went to dinner.

To be continued...

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