That evening, Bob and Lori got to the hot tub first.� That's
because Bob knew that if he didn't get the woman out of his bed, she'd
get ANOTHER helping of Bob's patented baby makers in here womb.�
While she seemed to completely disregard the danger of being fucked in
every position in the book, he didn't.� Once he'd gotten to know
this girl/woman, he found a unique and fascinating person inside her
young looking body.� She could think clearly and concisely, which
was one reason he knew she was aware of the risks they were taking,
having unprotected sex.�� That she did so anyway, he had
chalked up to virgin passion overriding common sense.� Lori,
though, was now as far removed from being a virgin as it's possible to
be.� The only orifice she hadn't taken his prick into was her
anus, and she liked having his finger there, depending on what they
were doing.
Sitting in the hot tub, right now, was a good example.�� Her
new swim suit wasn't so tight that Bob's hand wouldn't fit into it,
and, since they were alone, in the place she had felt her first orgasm,
she wanted to feel another one.� She'd floated over to sit on his
lap as soon as they were both in, even though they were the only people
in the tub.� Then, she calmly took his hand and put it in her
bikini bottoms, spreading her legs and leaning back against his
chest.�� He had plugged a finger into her and was slowly
bringing her to the orgasm she had politely asked him for.
"Tickle my back hole," she said, moaning into his ear.� "I wish I
was naked.� We could fuck right here in the water, couldn't we?"
Bob sighed.
"You know, there's more to me than just my fingers and prick."
"I know that," she said, wiggling her bottom against his finger, which
was pushing at her anus.� It popped inside, with difficulty,
because the water didn't really provide much lubrication.
"Do women really let a man put his penis in there?" she asked, arching her back.�
"Some women do," he said.
"I like your finger there," she said.� "But I don't think I'd like
anything bigger than that.� It feels ... I don't know ... I can't
describe it."
"It mimics the feeling of when you have to go to the bathroom really
bad," he explained.� "You know how good it feels to finally be
able to go?"
"Yes," she said, wiggling some more.� "That's really gross to think about, though."
"Well, just like something feels really good coming out of that hole, some women like the feeling of something going in."
"That's OK," she said, pulling his hand out.� She surged forward,
turned around, pulled his buttocks away from the wall, and straddled
him, rubbing her mons against the front of his suit.�� "I
like your penis going in my vagina best."
"Not here, please," he said.
"Oh, come on, nobody's around."
"Think about this for a second," he said, reasonably.� "Look at
the difference between how you acted when you got here, and ... now."
She stopped rubbing, and actually thought about that.
"I like now better than then," she said, simply.� "I'm not scared any more.� Not with you, anyway."
"Well, there's a time and place for everything, and right now this is
not the time or place to make love," he said.� "I am glad, though,
that you're not so frightened of sex any more."
"Not with you," she said, leaning forward to kiss his chin.� She
started rubbing again, as if she hadn't heard the first part of his
comment.�� "The thing that used to scare me the most was
getting pregnant.� My mother said I'd get pregnant if I ever had
sex, and that having a baby took hours and hours, and was the most
horrible pain in the world."
"Based on the fact that you wouldn't let me use a condom, it appears
you're not so scared of that any more," said Bob, his voice wry.
"I can't wait to be pregnant," she said, rubbing harder.� "My
mother was so wrong about so many things, she must have been wrong
about that too.� Everything else she said to never do has been so
much fun, and felt so good, that having a baby just HAS to be a
wonderful thing."
"Being pregnant is the last thing you need right now," said Bob seriously.
"I know," she said, her eyes beginning to go out of focus.� He
realized she was about to have an orgasm, just from rubbing on him, and
talking about being pregnant.� "But I can't help wanting
it.�� Would you kiss me please?"
He did, and she shuddered through her orgasm.�� Bob pulled
back to see Roger and Jane standing by the tub.� They had
apparently been watching.
"Mmmm that one was good," sighed Lori.
She saw Bob's eyes looking past her, and turned her upper body.
"Jane!� Roger!" she squealed.�� "Come on in.� We've
been waiting for you!"� There wasn't the slightest trace of shame
in her voice, even though Bob knew she was probably aware that these
two had watched her have an orgasm.
They climbed in, and arranged themselves across the tub from Bob and Lori, who stayed on Bob's lap, but sat sideways.
"Can I ask you a question?" Lori said, looking at Jane.
"Sure," said Jane, who was looking at Lori with an odd expression.
"If I wanted to find out what it was like to make love with a different
man ... could I borrow Roger?"� Her voice was earnest, and her
face made it clear she was as serious as the day is long.� "Just
once, of course," she added, like it was protocol, when asking to
borrow one's lover.
Jane's mouth dropped open, and then closed, only to drop open
again.� Her eyes were wide.� She looked like she was trying
to impersonate a fish.�� Roger seemed to have something
caught in his throat, suddenly, because he coughed and cleared his
throat several times.� Bob let his head fall back on the edge of
the tub, and stared up at the ceiling of the overhang that protected
the tub from the elements.� He groaned.
Lori looked at Bob, and then at the other two.�
"What?�� Did I say something wrong?"
"People don't borrow each other's lovers, sweetheart," said Bob, lifting his head.
"They did on TV.� You even talked about it in the seminar," said Lori, frowning.
"OK," he said, "but you don't just ask about it like that."
"Why not?" she asked.� Again, it was clear she was quite
serious.� "Didn't you say we're supposed to communicate
clearly?� You know ... about whatever is on our mind?"
"He did," said Roger, smiling.�� "And, in this particular
group, that's probably fine.� You just surprised us, that's all,
Lori.�� I wouldn't recommend being quite that frank and
honest back home, though.� Some people might be offended."
"I'm sorry," said Lori, her frown deepening.� "Did I offend you?"
"No," said Roger.�� Jane's head snapped around to look at
him.�� "You surprised me, and I'm flattered, but it really
wouldn�t be fair to Jane."
"Why not?" asked Lori.� "I'm sure Bob would be happy to have sex
with her too.� He's really good at it too."� She blinked and
looked at Bob.� "At least I think so.� I'm not very
experienced at all this."
"Do tell," said Jane, finally able to say something without either raging, or laughing.
"Sweetie, you can't just trade men without at least having a discussion about it," said Bob.
"Isn't that what we're doing?" asked Lori, looking confused.
"I feel pretty monogamous about being with Jane," said Roger, who saw
Jeff and Roberta heading their way.� "Oh look," he said, trying to
change the subject.� "Here come Jeff and Roberta."
The other couple came to the tub, smiling, and began to climb in.� They got the same greeting Jane and Roger had.
"What�s up?" asked Roberta.
"You don�t want to know," said Jane, the odd look on her face punctuating her comment.
Bob knew that Lori hadn�t been trying to be perverse, or
tease.� She was, at this point in her life, like a girl from a
small village, that subsists only on rice, who has been exposed to a
complete buffet that she�d heard about, but could only
imagine.� It wasn�t odd that she wondered if everything,
including the table decorations, were edible.� He also knew that
Jane was upset, and he didn�t want that to spread.
"Lori was just discussing the possibility of sharing partners," he
said, his voice even.� "I think she�s just curious."
"Sharing partners," said Jeff, thinking immediately about Jane�s
plan.� "We�ve been talking about that too," he said, without
thinking that through first.
"Oh really!" said Jane, weakly.
Roberta�s shock at his comment was clear, though, and that caused
everyone in the tub, except Lori, to realize that there was a LOT more
to that comment than it looked like on the surface.
"I wasn�t aware that we were going to discuss that with the others," said Roberta, frostily.
"I�m sorry," said Jeff, looking at her beseechingly.� "It just popped out."
Lori was ... Lori.� "But how could you do that, if you
didn�t talk about it with any of us?" she asked, clearly seeking
a real answer.
"Not here!" said Jeff, trying to get out of trouble.� "Not with any of you, I mean," he said, digging himself deeper.
"I don�t understand," said Lori.� "There�s so much I
still don�t understand," she said sadly.� "If you
don�t want to trade partners here, who would you want to trade
with?"
Roberta was looking daggers at Jeff, who actually separated himself
from her by a foot.� He finally decided to just stop talking,
realizing he couldn�t win in this situation, no matter what he
said.
Jane was looking at the two of them with less anger on her face,
though.� Her instincts told her these two were not just horny
adults who would settle for sex anywhere they could get it.� Like
most of the others, she knew there was a story behind his blurted
comments, and she was curious.
Roberta looked from face to face, around here.� Since Jeff had
stopped talking, everyone was looking at her.� She felt alone, and
inched toward the man who had, most recently, made her feel safe.
"We fell in love," she said softly.� "We didn�t mean to ... it just happened."
No one said anything.�� The silence was so profound that Roberta couldn�t stand it.
"We want to stay together," she went on.� "but of course, we�re both married."
Even Lori had nothing to say.
Roberta sagged and got it over with.� "We thought that our spouses
... being like they are ... might be interested in each other ... if we
got them together."
"Oh my word!" said Jane, her mouth beginning to do the fish impression again.
Bob, though, had to laugh.�� His chuckle made all eyes turn to him.
"Now THAT, is creative thinking," he said.� "Do you think it might actually work?"
Roberta, who had thought the idea was insanity incarnate, had felt a
lot better when Jeff had climbed on board.� She wasn�t a
stupid woman, of course, and, in the back of her mind, knew that
Jeff�s agreement might be based on something less reliable than
rational thought, but she felt better about it anyway, because she
wanted to believe it was a good idea.� Now Bob, who she had a
great deal of respect for, for a variety of reasons, had entertained
the idea without saying it was stupid.� That, despite her
embarrassment about the idea becoming public, made her feel a lot
better.
"Maybe," she said, her voice high.� "It�s all I could think of."
Bob put on his psychologist hat for a moment.� "Well, while
I�m sad about the breakup of two marriages, I hope things work
out well for all of you."�� He grinned then.� "If it
does, I�d really like to know about it.� That�s an
option even I never thought of, and it might come in handy in some
future seminar."
Roberta had calmed down enough to expend some wrath on Jeff.� She
turned to him.� "You have a big mouth!" she said.�� "If
this IS going to work, you�re going to have to be a WHOLE lot
more in control of yourself than you just were!"
"I know," he moaned.� "Like I said, it just popped out.� Things are so open here ... you know?"
"Wait!" said Lori, who had processed everything she had heard, and
finally understood what was going on.� "You mean you�re
going to actually trade spouses?� For real, I mean?�
Permanently?"� Her voice climbed about as high as it could
go.� She looked at Bob.� "People actually DO that?"
"Not often," he said, smiling.� "In fact, I�d say it�s
probably very unusual, but I bet it�s happened before."
"I don�t want to do THAT," said Lori.� "I just wondered if
making love with Roger would be different than making love with
you.�� I don�t want to trade permanently!"
"Don�t worry," said Bob, soothingly.� "We�re just
talking about things.� All we�re doing is being honest with
each other about what we�re thinking."�
Bob looked at Jane as he said that, and her eyes went wide as she
finally understood that Lori was doing exactly that, and nothing
more.� Her assumption that Lori was a conniving little bitch made
her feel horrible.� She knew the girl didn�t have a mean
bone in her body, but had made the assumption anyway.
"Lori?" said Jane.� Lori turned to look at the woman.� "I
didn�t mean to be rude to you.� It�s just that ...
well ... something happened today that made me realize that Roger and I
might be able to have a very happy life together, and I got a little
jealous when you asked if you could just borrow him, like that."
What had happened was that she had taken him to a mall, that was
overflowing with nubile young girls, in scanty outfits, who were quite
intentionally putting themselves on display for the men around them,
almost like they were for sale, and competing to see who got bought
first.�� The effect on Roger had, at first, made her very
unhappy, because he was obviously interested in those girls.�
Before� long, it was clear that he didn�t really have
control over his reaction.� They didn�t talk about it, as
they walked slowly through the mall, but he could see her
disappointment.� He was a little disappointed in himself
too.� But, as he looked at the woman walking beside him, he also
realized something else too.
At one point, he�d stopped, faced her, and said "You know, they
turn me on something fierce."� Her face hadn�t changed, but
he knew she was unhappy.� "But the funny thing is," he went on,
"I'm looking at it like Bob described it.� I check them out, and
classify them as potential mates.� I have to admit that lots of
them go on the 'approved' list."� he saw her face tighten.�
"But," he went on, "the funny thing is that, when I think about bed ...
the only one I can think about being there with ... is you."
"Really?" she asked, hope seeping into her eyes.� "You�re not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?"
"Jane, sweetheart, I�ll probably always look at other women, but I only want you.� Can you live with that?"
"You only want me?" she asked.
"Only you, in reality ... in bed with me."� He frowned.� "I
guess I have two lists.� There's the list of ones that might be
interesting in my fantasy ... and the list of those I'd really actually
think about taking to bed.� The first list is long.� The
second only has one on it."
"I�ll think about it," she said, being honest.
Later, as they were walking by a jewelry store, Roger felt her hand in
his, and realized she wasn�t wearing her engagement ring.�
"Where�s Jed�s ring?" he asked.
"I told you, there is no Jed, any more," she said.� "Even if it
turns out I can't live with you wanting only me, but looking at girls
... there still isn�t Jed any more."
Now, as Jane thought about what had just happened, and that a patently
young looking girl had asked to �borrow� Roger, she
remembered his last response, just before they were interrupted by Jeff
and Roberta.� He had told the girl he was monogamous.� She
turned to him now.
"Roger, I really shouldn�t be jealous like that.�
We�re not married.� If you�d like to satisfy
Lori�s curiosity, I shouldn�t mind."
Roger stared at her.� His eyebrows flickered to a slight frown,
and them smoothed out.�� He turned to Lori.�
"Tell you what, Lori," he said, his voice amiable.� "I�ll
give you my address when we leave here.� In a year, if
you�re still curious, give us a call, and we�ll talk about
it again."
"Us?" asked Roberta, feminine curiosity leaping out of her voice.
"Jane and I," said Roger.� "I hope we�re still together in a year from now ... married, if at all possible."
"You asked her to MARRY YOU?" squealed Roberta.
"No, he did NOT!" said Jane, standing up in the tub.
"We haven�t quite gotten that far, yet," said Roger.� He
smiled around the tub, ignoring the woman standing over him.�
"I�m waiting until she�s a little calmer to bring that up."
Now it was Jane who was doing the fish impression.� Roger reached
for her hand and pulled her onto his lap.� He held her against
him, as she began to struggle, and cupped both breasts to hold her to
him.� Everyone could see what he was doing.� Jane pushed at
his hands, and yelled "ROGER!".� His hands flashed downwards and
she squealed, leaning forwards, trying to escape.� Finally her
hands came up out of the water, holding his.� She folded them
under her breasts, and kept her hands on his.� She was blushing
furiously.
"Men!" snorted Roberta.� "They only have one thing on their minds."
That led to Jeff attacking her, and she had to defend herself in much
the same way Jane had, as he groped her body and she wiggled and
splashed.� When they had finally settled down, and everyone looked
around, just about all of them laughed.� Lori had pulled
Bob�s hands to her breasts, and was leaning back, enjoying it as
he squeezed them.� His crooked grin announced that he wasn�t
going to try to be polite.
Within ten minutes, even though the conversation went on to light chat,
nobody seemed to care where hands were, or what they were doing.
That's when Tiffany and Chuck arrived.� After she finally escaped
from bed, Tiffany had picked up the brush, to brush her hair.�
Chuck had come up from behind her, reaching around to fondle her
breasts, and pushed his, again, hard prick between her buttocks.�
In the process of trying to manage him, and get him into a swim suit,
and get herself in her bikini, all without ending up in bed again,
she'd forgotten all about her hair.� She looked like what she was
... a woman who just got out of bed, after a wild time.
She took in a deep breath as she walked up to the tub and saw Bob's
hands playing with Lori's breasts ... under her swim suit.� She
looked over at Roberta, and saw Jeff's hands doing the same
thing.�� When she looked at Jane, sitting on Roger's lap, she
sighed as she saw Jane's securely covered breasts, with no hands on
them.�� Jane's eyes looked glazed, though, and, in a freak
moment where the swirling water cleared, she saw Roger's hand, busy in
the bottom of Jane's swim suit.� Then the water roiled again.
"Ohhhh nooooo," she moaned.
"Hi!" said Roberta, pushing at Jeff's hands.� "What's wrong?"
"I just escaped being ravished, to drag him out here," moaned Tiffany, "and here you are all playing grab and feel!"
"Join the club," said Bob, slipping his hands out of Lori's top.� She promptly captured them and tried to put them back.
"This is all your fault!" said Tiffany, in mock anger, to Bob.
"I just give the seminars," said Bob.� "I don't usually join
in.�� All it is, is information.� All I did was give you
information."
"No you didn't!" said Tiffany, climbing over the edge of the tub.�
Chuck helped her by grabbing her ass, and she slapped at him.� She
turned to find Roger staring at her cleavage.
"And you!" she said to Roger.� "You have your hand in a woman's pants, and you're still staring at my boobs!"
"Don't make her jealous," said Roger, rolling his eyes.� "I just
got her over being mad at me for almost trading her for Lori."
"What?!"� Tiffany stood up, hands on her hips, and glared at
Roger.� Jane wasn't paying any attention.� Her body jerked
and a low moan escaped her mouth.
"Sit down," said Bob.� "Things seem to have gotten a little out of control."
"A LITTLE?!" gasped Tiffany.� "If you think I'm trading partners now, you're crazy!�� I just got him to propose!"
That penetrated to Jane's lust-fogged mind, and her eyes cleared.�
"Congratulations," she sighed.� "Roger wants to marry me
too.� I'm just not sure what to do about it.� I can't think
too clearly when his hand is in my pants."
Then her eyes cleared even more and she realized what she'd just
said.� She moaned, and her hands came out of the water to cover
her face.
"Stop it, Roger!" she moaned.� "Look what you made me do!"
Roger grinned, and his hands came up out of the water.� He looked at Tiffany.
"I didn't want to trade either.� I think she's a little miffed,
because if she agreed to loan me to Lori, she was going to get Bob in
return.� I said no, and the deal fell through."
"I will NOT marry you if you tell whoppers like that to everyone we meet!" yelled Jane, her face flaming red.
Tiffany raised her hands.
"Can't we just be plain, ordinary, NORMAL adults?� Just for once?� Wouldn't that be fun to try?"
Bob grinned.� "This seminar hasn't been normal since you all
walked through the door.�� I had no idea things would turn
out like they have.� There's a doctoral thesis in the events
surrounding this seminar.� I couldn't have dreamed of planning
something like this.� I'm having the best time of my life."
"That's because you got to conquer a poor, innocent girl, who until she
met you, had her feet on the ground, even if she was a little
innocent.� Now you've debauched her completely, you letch!" fumed
Tiffany.
"Is that what this is?" asked Lori.� "I just thought I was in love."
"You've debauched us ALL!" Tiffany moaned.
"Are you unhappy about this, Tiffany?" asked Bob, grinning.� "Come on, tell us how you really feel."
Tiffany waded over to Bob, and leaned down, with her face an inch from his.
"I'm going to get pregnant, because of your seminar," she growled. "And
I'm going to give up my job, and move to Hampton-fucking-Idaho, to
marry the man who will probably make me pregnant four or five more
times before I have the sense to get my tubes tied.� I'll probably
have fifteen grandchildren, and grow old so deliriously happy that they
won't be able to get the smile off my face when they bury me!� Do
YOU think I should be HAPPY about THAT?"
She stood back up, a triumphant look on her face, which faded as she saw Bob's confused look.�
"Wait," she said.� "What did I just say?� She went over it in
her mind.� "That's not what I meant to say!" she said
hurriedly.�� "That's not it at all."
Bob was grinning again.
"Nice try, Tiffany.� You can backpedal all you want, but we know
how you really feel now.�� Congratulations.�� I
don't suppose, if the first one's a boy, you'd consider naming him
Robert?"
"OOOOOOOOO!" fumed Tiffany, hitting the water with her
fists.�� "I hate men!"� She charged over to Chuck, who
was sitting there, minding his own business.� Water splashed and
surged from her forceful passage, and her shoulder strap fell off her
shoulder.� As she plopped down on Chuck's lap, the water,
returning to the other side of the tub, flipped her bikini top down,
baring her left breast.
"I'll help you," said Chuck, his voice impersonating the hero in an old
time movie.� He put his hand over her breast and pressed it
against her.
Tiffany looked down at his hand, and then around at the people in the tub, all of whom were about to laugh.
"Who wants to swap me for Chuck?" she asked, suddenly.
It took another twenty minutes for things to settle down.� Part of
that was because, when Tiffany and Chuck were brought up to date on
everything that had happened, it got them all going again.�
Eventually, though, they calmed down and actually became the adults
that Tiffany had wanted them to be.
"Where are Crystal and Woody?" asked Lori, suddenly.
"Why, you want to try him out too?" asked Jane, who was sitting
sideways on Roger's lap.�� She was smiling, though, and her
voice was light.
"Maybe," said Lori, making her first-ever sexually oriented joke.�
She stuck her tongue out at Jane, who stuck hers out in return.
"Oh, look!" said Roger.� "Lesbian foreplay!"
"I'll save you!" yelled Chuck, instantly, and promptly pulled Tiffany's
face around to kiss her firmly. His hand went to her now-covered breast.
Lori, astounding them all by getting that joke, turned to Bob and squealed "Save me, save me," and kissed him too.
Roger put his hand back in Jane's lap and stroked her.� All he said was "Hussy!"
"I can see this was a waste of time," said Bob, when Lori pulled
back.� "We're not going to get anything done here.� You all
may as well go back to what you were doing before.� I don't think
it would be a good idea to do that here."
"We could all go back to your house," said Lori, her voice perky.�
"Your hot tub is private, and we can do whatever we want to there."
"You have a house?" asked Roberta.� "No wonder we never saw you and Lori around."
Bob sighed.� "Well, what the hell.� Things can't get any more
messed up than they already are.� Anybody want to move the party
to my house?"
"No swapping partners!" said Tiffany darkly.
"Nobody will bother either Tiffany or Chuck, is that clear?" said Bob.
"Why didn't you say anything about us?" asked Jane.
"Roger already said he's not available for another year," said Bob.
"What?" asked Tiffany.� "Nobody told me that part!"
"We'll tell you all about it at the house.� Go get dressed.�
Bring your swim suits ... or not ... I don't care.� I'm not going
to make any rules.� You guys can make your own, if you want any."
"What about Crystal and Woody?" asked Roberta.
Bob grinned.� "I suspect they're busy getting better
acquainted.� If you all are any guide to go by, he's probably
either getting her pregnant, or asking her to marry him."��
He stood up.� "Be back in ten minutes, if you're going.� The
bus leaves then."
