Amanda froze for a moment, stunned by the sudden turn of events. But she regrouped quickly, remembering where we were, and began ushering me back into the bedroom. As she pushed me along, she reached down and grabbed both of our shorts, using her own to quickly mop up what she could of the cum on the floor. When we got into our bedroom, I jumped onto the bed. Amanda quietly shut the bathroom door behind us and then stood at the edge of the bed, panting and using my boxers to wipe the cum off of her body. She had a frazzled grin on her face.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry,” I responded, “I wasn’t expecting you to pull away when you did.”
“Not that, you idiot. I don’t care about your cum,” she said as she climbed into bed, still naked from the waist down. “I mean watching our friends fuck each other. And then doing the same thing. Right there. Where they might have seen us. And holy shit! They had to have heard me when I came. That was loud, Jake!”
She was very worked up, talking a mile a minute. And the cursing. I couldn’t remember her ever having used the word “fuck” to describe sex. It just wasn’t like her. She was exhilarated, mainc, like someone who’d just had her first skydive and was still coming down from the high.
“Relax, Amanda, it doesn’t matter if they heard you. They wanted us to watch. They left their door open. They left the lamp on so we could see them. They did all of that on purpose. Just like they did earlier, by the window.”
By her silence, I knew she understood and agreed. She just wanted me to say it. Wanted the reassurance.
She finally spoke, “God, Jake, that was so hot. I’ve never felt like that before.”
“Yeah, I’m not gonna argue with that. It was hot. And the hottest part was how turned on you got. Who knew you were such a voyeur?” I grinned a little.
“I’m not a nun, Jake. I like sex.” She was indignant, but still smiling, “and I think even a nun would have touched herself watching that.”
I laughed out loud at that.
“Is it gonna be weird tomorrow, Jake?” She was now curled up beside me, her faced only a few inches from mine.
“Not if we don’t let it,” I said, as reassuringly as I could. But I was worried about that myself.
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The next day was relatively uneventful, at least for the first half. We made a big breakfast and the kids played together. It was a hot day, so by early afternoon, the kids were all eager to go for a dip in the lake. The seven year olds (Emily and Michael) were fine on their own, but the little ones (Sam and Haley) required supervision, so Eric and I volunteered to go in with them. As Sam and Haley waded in tentatively, Eric and I stood nearby and talked, the first real opportunity we’d had to do so since we arrived. We caught up on all the normal stuff, our jobs, our buddies from college, the pathetic state of Syracuse football. After a while there was a pause in the conversation. Eric broke the silence.
“You know, I got up to go to the bathroom last night and there was something sticky all over the floor. Right by our door. Did one of you guys spill something?” He said it so deadpan that I thought for a moment that he was genuinely curious. But then I looked over and saw the smirk creeping across his face.
“Dude…” was all I could manage, shaking my head. Then we looked at each other and started cracking up. Finally I gathered myself and spoke. “So what the hell is going on with you guys? Since when are you full on exhibitionists? You do know I saw you through the window earlier in the day too, right?”
“Holy shit. Really? I told her that was too much. Did your kids see?”
“No, just me. I came back before them.”
“God, I’m sorry, man. It’s Serena. She get’s off on it. And I’ve gotta admit, it keeps things interesting. But we’ll be more careful.”
“No, man, you don’t need to apologize. I didn’t mind.” I smiled a sheepishly. “And don’t tell her I told you this, but Amanda got off big time on your little show last night.”
“Ah, so that was your gizz all over the floor. How the hell did that happen anyway?”
I described the whole encounter, including Amanda’s moment of panic that led to my cum ending up all over the place. We laughed again.
“Oh man, that’s awesome. You know this means you guys owe us a show now, right?”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t hold your breath on that one. Amanda doesn’t even like to have sex with the light on. I think having an audience would give her an anxiety attack. But then again, I never knew she was such a voyeur.”
Just then, Sam slipped in the water and started crying, so I rushed to help, putting an end to the conversation. Sam wanted his mommy, so I walked him up to the edge of the lake, where Serana and Amanda looked to be engaged in a pretty intense conversation, which I had clearly interrupted.
Later, after Sam had calmed down, I tried to ask Amanda what she and Serena were talking about, but we were interrupted by the other kids. She mouthed to me, “I’ll tell you later.”
The rest of the afternoon was a blur of activity. Biking. Making dinner. Playing games with the kids. Making s’mores around the fire pit. When it was finally time for the kids to go to bed, I got stuck with story duty. They were all exhausted, though, so I didn’t have to read for long. By the time I got back downstairs, everyone else was gone. I soon discovered they were all out sitting around the fire pit again. As I was walking out to them, I saw Eric pass Amanda some kind green metallic stick, which she immediately put in her mouth. A moment later she blew something out of her mouth.
“Are you smoking?” I asked, incredulously. Amanda had literally never smoked a cigarette in her life. Or so she always said.
“I believe the technical term is vaping,” she said, giggling.
“So you’ve made it 35 years without nicotine and you suddenly decide you need a fix?”
“First, who died and made you my dad? Second, it’s not nicotine, smart guy.” She sounded strange.
Eric chimed in. “It’s not an e-cig, man, it’s an e-joint. I got it when I was out in Seattle. It uses cannabis oil. Pretty sweet, huh?”
“Really?” I replied, “Amanda’s getting high? I don’t think I’ve ever seen that. This should be fun.” Amanda gave me a smirk, as if to say, ‘there’s a lot you don’t know about me, buddy.’
“Come on, take a drag, Jake” Serena said.
“Don’t mind if I do.” I took the little green stick and took a big drag off it. It felt like nothing, but when I exhaled, a whole ton of water vapor came out. And sure enough, I could feel the buzz almost immediately. I’d smoked quite a bit of pot in college, but it had been at least 10 years since I’d been high. I’d forgotten what it felt like. It was nice. As we sat around the fire, laughing and giggling, it felt like we were back in college again.
Amanda eventually admitted that she had never really smoked pot, which was what I had thought. She’d tried to take a drag a few times in college and didn’t really know how to do it and had never succeeded in getting high. Until now. And she seemed to be really enjoying it. She was giggly and touchy-feely and just generally flirtatious, which was really refreshing. It reminded me of when we were dating.
Eventually we all tired of being outside and returned to the house. The munchies had struck, so Eric made some popcorn and we started watching TV. An episode of True Detective was on, from the first season. It was somewhere in the middle of the episode, but we all liked the show and didn’t know what else to watch, so we left it on. After a while, we’d all finished our bowls of popcorn, and Serena, evidently wanting more, got up and walked over behind the center island of the kitchen. At the same time, Eric got up to use the bathroom. I was about to go get some more popcorn myself when I noticed what was happening on the TV. It was that scene where Matthew McConaughey gets seduced by Woody Harrelson’s wife. Knowing where the scene was headed, I decided to wait and watch. Before long, they were fucking, McConaughey drilling her from behind. It was probably the pot, but for some reason, the scene had quite an effect on me. My blood was pumping and I had an instant erection.