“I have an addendum to their Rule Three. You know the one where they only swing with a couple if they both find their potential dance partner to be desirable?”
“No one takes one for the team. Right,” responded Erika, waiting to see where I was going.
“We need to be friends with our opposite number as well. Real friends. I like Peter. A lot. I was getting a real kick out of being generous to HIM.”
“Oh, so you were handing out samples of my ass to your buddy?” retorted Erika, but with no heat in her voice. She knew what I meant. She also seemed to think it was hot.
“Kind of,” I grinned. “The important point is, we could have an opportunity to swing with Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively, but if I thought Ryan was a douchebag, I’d have to say we should pass.”
Erika bit her lip for a second, then said, “Hey! On a not-so side note, can we think of calling, um… all this sort of thing something besides ‘swinging’? It sounds like we are coked-up people from the seventies.”
“Sure,” I replied. “But what do we call it? And why is it a ‘not-so side’ issue?”
“How about ‘horsing around’, until we come up with something better?” mused Erika. “And as for the not a side issue, I’m wondering if we should consider making our ‘horsing around’ activities go in some different directions from what Peter and Sara focus on…”
“Oh ho!” I laughed, focusing intently on her face. “So tell me, Erika my perfect woman, what kinks from last night do you want to bend a bit more?” She blushed. I took a guess. “Let’s see. You want to show off that bod of yours a bit more than in so private a setting.”
Erika blushed more, but nodded. “Remember back to Jamaica and St. Martaan, and their clothing-optional beaches? I didn’t want to admit it much back then, but I really thought I had a little exhibitionist streak. Maybe that’s why I never had much enthusiasm for going back gain. I was a little scared of what I might do next. After last night, I am downright sure I get off on showing off. AND…” she said to my grinning face, holding up a finger, “I kind of want to exhibit YOU a little bit, too. Especially after last night. It was so hot watching Sara see you drop your shorts and wave that magnificent dick around.”
“I guess my real point is,” Erika said through my somewhat embarrassed (and unsure) laughter, “Let’s not settle just yet on how we are going to define ‘horsing around’, okay? Let’s make Rule One: Ask first, but it is always okay to ask. And it is always okay to say no.”
“I like that,” I agreed. “Does my freaky-leaky wife have any initial things to ask?”
“Maybe,” she drawled. “Our mom and dad vacation is in 34 days, right?”
Mom and dad vacation was our one week a year where we let Merry stay with her grandparents and we went off to be husband and wife. In early days, we went to places like tropical islands. This year, we were going to Napa and San Francisco to drink wine, sleep in a quaint BnB, and visit museums in the city.
“We can still cancel the Bay Area thing,” she said. “How about we go to the resort next door to where we went in the Caribbean?”
“The nudist colony in St. Martaan?” I asked, not sure if I was ready for 24/7 nudity. At least not for me.
“No, the place in Jamaica! The one with the high walls around the perimeter! The nudist colony doesn’t send me either. People go there to be naked and do normal things. The one I’m talking about, people go there to do crazy things and get nekkid while they do it!”
“I’d like to give that idea some probing, judicious thought for a while,” I said, “then agree to it whole-heartedly.”
“Let’s look it up,” giggled Erika, grabbing her laptop off the kitchen counter.
Just then, Erika’s phone rang. “It’s Sara!” she exclaimed.
She set the phone down on the table in front of us and answered. “Hey Sara! I’m in the kitchen and you are on speaker with me and George.”
“Oh, both of you,” said Sara with a lilt in her voice. “Cool. Peter and I just wanted to call you and see what’s up with you guys after yesterday. You are on speaker on our end too. Peter will join us if he ever gets out of the bathroom.”
“Men love to hide in there, don’t they?” laughed Erika.
“Peter sure does. Even after the titanic sex we had this morning in the aftermath of last night’s festivities,” Sara drawled. I could tell she was trying to wind up Erika, and maybe me.
Erika looked at me and arched her eyebrows. I laughed silently. Suddenly we both were definitely getting competitive about sexy time. “Wow, Sara,” gasped Erika as if scandalized. “We didn’t make it two feet inside our front door last night before the titanic sex began. We collapsed cold afterward and spent the night sleeping in the nude and covered in cum on the floor of our foyer.”
Erika sat like a cat with a canary, sipping her coffee smugly in the silence that greeted that. I don’t think that silence lasted as long as Erika had hoped though.
“Ha! You go, guys!” laughed Sara after her not long-enough pause. “That, and the fact that you just told me about it, reassures me a lot. I take it I need not worry about where the two of you are with each other?”
“We’ve spent the morning taking about it,” I saids simply. “It’s been pretty confusing and pretty incredible over the last 24 hours, I for one am convinced that we are on solid ground.”
“Yes,” added Erika. “We still have a lot of questions to explore with each other, but I think they are all good ones.”
“Excellent. I’m glad. And I’m interested to hear what you too surprisingly crazy people come up with,” said Sara, adopting a Voice of Experience.