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23rd Floor

By: magmaman



This is a continuation of my "Part of the Procedure" series, I got bored with the title and category.

So back to "Loving Wives" since I have one.

I think. Well, I guess I know now.

Things were getting out of hand around our place, and the guy looking back at me from my mirror knew very well who was at fault.

Debs had that affair back at college, and I have to admit it rankled me. So I did some revenge things, which really does not work to get even or even create any peace.

Debra's nurse on staff and friend Rwanda?

I gave in and had sex with her. That really was Debra's idea, like she was letting me get even?

Then Rachel, our friend from next door that we knew a few years back showed up.

And I did it again. I realized that while Debra did not say anything, she was showing the signs of not being happy about all of that.

A good part of that was because sex between Debra and I fell off, by quite a bit. Doing sexy things together, that is one thing.

It was all getting out of hand, and now I was the one beginning to feel guilty.

Time to get away, just us. Back to the way things used to be.

+++

My wife Debra and I headed off to Reno, we like to go down there for a week at least twice a year. Spend money, eat food with ridiculous prices, (at least the fancy places are expensive) sleep in an oversized suite complete with a glass enclosed shower and a circular well stocked bar.

Silly on the bar part, neither one of us drink enough to ever matter, maybe a glass of wine when friends are over, once in a long while we might mix something.

Things really were getting out of hand and I was seeing that we could end up with our names in the local paper if we kept it up.

Let's face it, everyone has sex in some form or another, but when well known and caught? That is front page news stuff! Hell, I managed to engage in sex with two females half my age? While married to the local well known Doctor that runs the area clinic? Our area a small town with nearly everyone on a first name basis?

Yep, time to cool things off.

+++

This time when we arrived was different, the hotel and casino had some kind of convention going on, and since we are regulars there, they upgraded us to one of the double door corner suites which are a bit bigger than our house is.

Probably because Debra has been known to sit down at a $10 slot machine, two credits to the push? She even won a few pretty nice jackpots, so they want their money back, of course.

Well, more of it is closer to the truth.

Yep, they treat us pretty nice.

It's a 600 mile drive down there, we used to fly but the airlines eliminated all the direct flights. With having to fly back and forth over half the planet to make connections, instead of an hour and change like it used to be, it is now nearly 8 hours, sometimes 10 or more.

Hell, the drive is only 12 hours, 10 if Debra is driving. Same time to arrive, a bit tougher on my old body though.

So, by the time we got there, my poor old ass and legs were sore. The late model Camaro Debs has rides a bit like a hay wagon. It does handle wonderfully and all of that, but it sure was not built for long trips in comfort.

Instead of heading downstairs to lose a few hundred bucks, I told Debs to go ahead and I was going to take a nap.

Off she went, I laid down on the bed and was asleep in a few seconds.

It was perhaps an hour later, a knock woke me up. That turned out to be a maid wanting to do something, usually they will not come in when someone is in the room but I told the 30 something looking Hispanic lady it was OK.

She went into the bathroom with an armful of towels, and hung the two robes Debs had requested in the walk in closet, then left after giving me a bright smile.

We know most of the maids but since the hotel normally puts us on the 11th floor because that one has a view of the pool down below which I like, this maid I did not know.

But we tip the maids fairly well and of course they in short order know who is who also, odds are high she had been told about us.

That gets us the little Chocolates on our pillows, and about anything we might want.

Anyway, after she had left, I opened the safe and got a fistful of cash, planning on going to look for Debra and see if I could manage to keep from losing my ass.

+++

I walked out of my room, headed down the long hall. It's a long hallway, and sometime in the past they built onto the hotel, so there is a corner and another hallway that leads to the elevators.

I turned the corner and there sat a woman, she had her back pressed to the door to that room, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, curled up in a ball.

She was clearly quite naked! I came to a dead stop, not knowing what to say or do.

She looked up at me, a frightened look in her eyes, I could see she had been crying.

"Do you need help, lady?" I asked. Her mouth worked but no sound came out. Sitting next to her was one of those ice buckets, it was tipped over. Directly across from her was the big ice machine, so I knew what had happened.

She had darted out to get some ice, the door closed and locked.

Now why in the hell she would try and dash across the hallway stark naked is beyond me, but nothing else made sense.

"Here." I took off my shirt and handed it to her.

She looked up at me with big eyes, looked at the shirt and grabbed it, muttering a "Thank you" and quickly covering herself.

"Want me to call down to the front desk and get someone up here with a key?" I asked.

"No!" She said instantly, standing up. 

She looked right at me, almost an inspection.

She seemed to relax, let's face it, I appear as a rather harmless looking Grandpa type with my now mostly gray hair and mildly lined face from years sitting out on the Jetty in the Sun trying to catch a fish.

At my nearly age 72, she likely figured I was not going to take advantage of the situation.

So there we stood, looking at each other. I would have guessed her to be in her late 20's, hard to tell at that age though. Slender, in the 5' 4" range, with rather long legs as women go.

Pretty in a way is how I would describe her.

I was standing there bare chested since I don't wear T-shirts, and she had on one of my rather thin dress shirts which was not doing a hell of a lot to cover her. She hadn't buttoned it, she was holding it closed with one hand.

Probably she didn't realize that standing there like that the shirt gaped open and I could see her wisp of pubic hair. I made a point of looking her in the eyes.

"What can I do to help you?" I asked her.

"Can we go to your room, get out of this hallway? Then call my husband, he has a key card." She asked.

"OK." I nodded, led her down the hall to our room. We didn't see another soul but I also know that management has cameras everywhere.

"Oh, my God!" She exclaimed the moment I opened the door. I suppose the oversize room was a bit impressive. No way would I rent one of them, not at $490 a night, but the upgrade was free and since the regular room we get is usually paid for out of our comps anyway, the big room was actually completely free.

I figured Debra was down there paying for it, that is more normal than not. Debra does love to gamble, but what with the salary she makes as a Doctor, she can afford to.

I turned just in time to see the woman pull the front of my shirt back together.

"Let me get you one of our robes." I told her, walking into the closet and grabbing one of them.

They are one size fits all robes, slightly big even for me, on this woman they were sort of like a tent, the bottom of it actually reached the floor.

I turned my back as she slipped off the shirt and tugged on the robe.

"Thank you, sir." She said. I looked back, she had the robe tightly belted.

"Dan. My name is Dan. Yours?"

"Susie. Susie Miller."

"I will call the desk and get your room unlocked." I told her.

"No. Please wait." She was smiling now?

I have to concede that confused me.

"I don't get it."

"You seem nice, you will do." One hand came up and nervously brushed back her hair.

"OK. Now I really don't get it."

"It's a game." She smiled.

"A game? What kind of a game?"

"My husband and I.. we play silly games." She told me.

"OK. Can you explain that?" I asked.

"He writes up a list of things for me to do, and I write up a list of things for him to do."

"Oh? You mean, like fantasies?" I was now beginning to wonder what I let myself in for. Hell, I didn't know anything about this woman, and I was halfway expecting someone to suddenly burst in and rob me or something.

Me standing there with about a grand in cash in my pocket, maybe seven or eight grand in the safe?

As I said, Debs does like to gamble.

"One of his ideas was for me to get some ice, and do it naked. But the damn door locked on me." For a moment I thought she was going to laugh.

"Really?" It popped into my head for a second that it might be fun to try and convince Debra to do something like that.

"We meet together after and tell each other what happened. Part of the fun is wondering what is going on while we wait."

"We?" I asked.

"Yes, Jerry is down in the bar, waiting for me to complete the task."

"Well, it appears you managed to do that." I smiled.

"Yeah. I guess I did!" At that she burst out laughing.

"Why don't you want me to help you get your room unlocked?" I asked her.

"There is more on the list." She said.

"Oh." Now I was confused again.

"I have to let someone, a total stranger, see me completely naked and show... everything." She added, without my asking the obvious next question.

"I see."

"That's why I said you will do, you don't look very dangerous to me." She giggled.

"I see. OK. I don't mind but I need to call my wife." I said.

"What? Why?"

"We don't keep secrets from each other." I told her. That was not quite true, Debra had just kept a huge one from me for nearly six months and that was not yet completely settled.

"Oh. God. I didn't expect that." 

"It's OK. She is a Doctor and she won't be upset." I was now beginning to have fun with what was the craziest situation I had ever seen in my life.

Susie blushed furiously when I picked up the room phone. Now she was the one appearing to be not quite understanding.

I don't own a cell phone, so all I had was the room phone. I dialed "9" for an outside line, made the (long distance) call to Debs who was downstairs someplace.

Ten bucks to make the call to her and she is maybe a couple hundred yards away downstairs? That thought popped into my head, but oh well.

"Hi, honey. What's up?" She asked. Her voice sounded a little off, that made me wonder if she had been sipping those White Russians like she very rarely does.

"Well, I found this very pretty naked lady in the hallway, can I keep her?" I wisecracked. I glanced over at Susie, she had a funny look on her face.

"What? Where are you, Danny?" She asked.

"In our room. Her name is Susie and she is kind of cute, can I?" I asked again.

"Why are you being so silly?" She asked.

"I'm not. Her name really is Susie and she is naked." I was trying to tease, but then I am a bit of a wiseass sometimes.

"Danny, what are you up to?" Debra demanded.

"I'm not up to anything, I found this naked woman and she is wearing your robe and she wants me to see her completely naked!" I glanced back at Susie who now had a look of disbelief.

"Well, hell. Go ahead. I am waiting for staff to bring me my hand pay, I just hit for $1500.00."

"That's nice." I said. I figured she probably spent twice that hitting one but of course she never remembers that part.

"So, it's OK?" I pressed.

"Sure, honey whatever you want to do is fine." She hung up.

I turned to the woman, grinned.

"Debra said sure." I told her with a grin.

Susie stood up, slipped the robe off. She was most certainly naked!

She went and sat on the edge of the bed, then leaned back and opened her legs!

Damn! I looked over and saw the nearby chair, pulled it out and sat there and watched.

"Do you like this?" She was holding her knees apart, looking right at me.

"Yes, you are very pretty." I told her.

Man, this was just plain crazy, I was sitting there looking at a pretty gal displaying herself, getting a woody at doing that. As I watched, I saw a bead of moisture form on her vagina, it kept growing until it finally dribbled down.

Then she sat up with a smirk. Her eyes made it clear that doing that excited her. She didn't reach for the robe, instead she just sat there on the bed.

"OK. Can you call and get my room unlocked?" She asked.

"How about I just call your husband to come up? Since he has a key card." I was kind of wanting to know what he was like.

"OK." She gave me the number, another long distance call.

It took me a bit to convince the guy that his wife was in my room, but finally he said he would come up.

Then I heard the key in the lock, the door opened and Debra walked in. She spotted Susie sitting on the bed, now back in the robe. Debra looked at me, puzzled.

Susie had quickly grabbed the robe and managed to put it on when we heard Debs at the door.

"I see you weren't kidding." She set her purse down, walked over to Susie and held out her hand.

They shook hands, Debs sat down and looked over at me.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"Susie got locked out of her room, so I helped her is all."

"She got locked out of her room, like that?" She asked.

"Uh huh."

Just then someone knocked at the door, I got up to answer.

"I will explain later, babe." I told my wife.

+++

Jerry turned out to be quite a bit older than Susie, shorter than me and balding. Not like I expected at all.

He looked over at Susie who was sitting there blushing, then told her to come on, holding out his hand.

I don't think the guy said more than three words. Then they were out the door and gone.

Weird, is what that was.

+++

"Crap, she took my robe." Debra said. She sounded a bit displeased.

"We can call and get another one." I told her.

"Do you want to tell me what that was all about?" She asked.

"She was in the hall. She got locked out of her room, is all. I was coming to find you when I saw her, she was so embarrassed at being stuck like that with no clothes on that I think she was crying."

"You are kidding me? Why would she be outside in the hall like that?"

"Husband, her too I guess, getting their jollies taking some naughty risks."

"Oh." Debs thought about that, then she started laughing.

"Oh well. Want to go back downstairs and help me lose my Social Security check?" I laughed.

"Sure, why not?" Off we went, holding hands.

Things were working OK, I was first down a few hundred, then I was up a few hundred, ending up about even. Debs hit a baby jackpot on a red 7's machine, still managing to lose maybe $200 all told.

Just as we were getting ready to go up and soak in the hot tub we had in our room, I looked over and here came Susie.

"Hi, you guys!" Man did she sound like she was in a good mood. I realized the shorts and top she had on could not possibly be tighter, enough so that I wondered how she got into them.

No bra either, that much was clear but then I already saw her naked so no big deal there.

"Where is your husband?" Debra asked her.

"Oh, he is around someplace." She giggled.

"It's my turn, he has to do what I told him to this time." She said, lowering her voice to speak to me.

"Oh? And what is that?" I asked.

"He has to wander around down here with his pants unzipped until a woman tells him about it, then he can zip up!" She giggled.

"No underwear, either!" Now she was laughing, she seemed to enjoy sharing the joke with us.

Debs and I managed to get loose and headed for our room.

"Wow, there is a pair whose elevator doesn't go all the way to the top!" She laughed. She was holding my elbow now.

"Kind of like us, right?" I grinned.

She just grinned back.

+++

The hot tub was great, we helped Nevada lose some ground with their lack of water problem. Of course, they now capture that and reuse it to water plants and things like that, I guess.

So we were sitting there flicking the channels on the TV, I looked over at Debra and asked her to go get me some ice.

"Sure, honey." She started to get up.

"Not like that. How about you do it like Susie did?" I teased her.

"The ice machine is clear down the hall?" She said.

"Oh, well!" I gave her my best evil grin. I knew she wouldn't do it, no way in hell.

Debra stripped off her slacks, peeled her blouse over her head and was naked, just like that.

"Be right back, you better be ready to let me in when I get here!" Then she was out the door, as I sat there with my mouth open.

I managed to catch the door before it closed, peered out in time to see Debra's bare ass wiggling down the hallway, ice bucket in hand. She was moving at a pretty fast clip.

I flipped the deadbolt so that it held the door ajar, sat down to wait. She was back in probably less than two minutes, the door opened and she walked in, Susie and her husband right behind her!

OK. That was a surprise.

"We found your wife in the hallway, we see she forgot her robe!" Susie had the biggest grin on her face I ever saw.

"We were trying out your game." I laughed.

"We see that. It sure is fun, isn't it? But nobody saw her except for us."

"They have cameras out there, you know." I said.

Debra slipped on the other robe, sat down in one of the chairs.

This was amazing, Debra was out there maybe two minutes all told and she came back with another couple?

I can't make this stuff up.

"It's harmless, Susie and I like to do naughty things like that, it's just for kicks." Jerry stuck that in there. Those were about the first words I had heard him say.

"Hey, did someone tell you to zip up your pants?" I told him with a smirk.

He looked at me, then at Susie and Debra, then back at me.

"You know about that, huh? Yeah, some old lady saw me and told me." He just smiled, not appearing to be even the slightest bit embarrassed about that.

This was one strange couple, I was thinking.

+++

Ever meet someone and just sort of click? That is what happened with Debra and Susie, just like that.

Jerry and I were there, of course, but it clearly was the two wives that were suddenly fast friends.

I found Jerry to be on the quiet side, at first I was thinking that the silly little games they had been playing was his idea, helping get him excited at showing off his wife? But the truth is, she loved doing it, when it was an "accident" and not her fault. Or even privately, like the display she put on for me in our room.

But other than that, she seemed to be bashful, shy?

That didn't make much sense to me, I had found her upset, embarrassed to the point of tears in her eyes at being stuck naked in the hotel hallway.

But, privately, there was nothing shy or bashful about her at all.

We ended up going out to dinner together, later was visited in our room and had some drinks. I don't drink much so just a couple were hitting me, big steak and Lobster dinner be damned.

Then Susie and Debs wanted to get in the hot tub, Jerry and I watched as they peeled off and climbed in, that was fun to watch.

Neither one of them were showing any signs of being shy, in fact it was clear they were both having fun with their display.

Susie was very slim, small breasts with pretty pink nipples. Her tummy was flat as a board, and her skin was lightly tanned, no marks so she sunbathed nude.

Debs has much larger breasts with big nipples, so it was quite a contrast.

The two girls were trying to convince us to get in with them, finally I shrugged and said, Why not?"

I peeled down, started to climb in when I realized Jerry was still just sitting there?


23rd Floor Ch. 02



(Crazy stuff down there in Reno. Hell, I find some woman naked in the hallway? Now I have seen the videos of people playing games like this, you probably have also.

The common scenario is doing something like ordering room service, the wife opens the door and loses control of the towel to flash whoever arrives?

Then there is the pizza delivery boy scenario.

Or the do the dash to the ice machine, nude.

Risky because it's rather easy to get caught? Silly stuff, teasing, so they can get turned on, end up having great sex. Part of being out of town, no one knows them so it's not too embarrassing.

This trip, it happened to me? The lady named Susie was trapped in the hallway, naked, with the ice bucket and nothing else? Those hotel doors do close and lock if one does not block them somehow.

This was something new, nothing quite like that ever happened before.

My response? I gave her my shirt, tried to help. I even cleaned up the ice cubes that she had spilled all over the hallway carpet.

Yes, I looked. Susie had a very nice body, I couldn't help myself.

I like to think that any real man would do the same. Then, yeah. I handed her my shirt to cover up with.)

***

It was probably our most memorable trip to Reno. We have been there many times, enough so that the staff knows us, or at least pretends to. 

My picture is there on the wall, too, the results of hitting one of those lucky moments. Usually that doesn't happen, though. It wasn't millions, but it was thousands. My wife Debra and I were playing a machine, $2 a push when my hand bumped the button and changed it to $20 a push.

That was one of those lucky accidents. Heehee.

On the last trip the place was full of some kind of convention or something, and we got upgraded to a much fancier room than they normally give us.

Which was neat, the room was easily as big as our house down on the Oregon coast. I joked to Debra that if I wanted to talk to her, I would need to send an email.

Then tired, exhausted would be the correct word, I lay down to take a nap, Debs took off to lose some money in the slot machines. That is actually a lot easier to do in today's world, in the old days a $100 bill would last perhaps a half hour or so, not any more.

Stingy bastards. 85% return used to be the bare minimum and that is a lousy game. But now? It's 75% and you might as well drop your money into one of their wastebaskets.

But what the heck. It's just money and there IS always that chance. (I think so, anyway.)

I woke up about 2 hours later, grabbed some cash and headed downstairs.

That was when I found Susie, naked in the hallway and stuck there. She was rolled up into a ball, backed up against their room door which had locked behind her since she forgot to set the deadbolt out as a doorstop.

She and her husband were playing sexy games, but it was clear from her reaction that getting herself trapped out in the hallway nude was not part of the plan.

I mentioned all of that in the first chapter, but not everyone reads the first chapter first, so this is just to bring them up to date.

Debra showed up, surprised to find Susie in one of the hotel's bathrobes that I gave her. 

In OUR room. I had called and told her about it but I think she figured I was teasing.

Oddly, they became friends and kind of quickly.

Susie's husband Jerry showed up also, I think the situation embarrassed him at first because he sure was quiet and clearly wanted to get back to their own room.

Still later Susie called so we all went to dinner, things got relaxed, and fun, we ended up in the hot tub in our room.

Naked.

The guy was one of those men that are...well.. endowed? I am just normal in that department, this Jerry guy was certainly blessed. I mean, he wasn't erect or anything like that, but the thing was fat and hung down further that I have ever seen outside of a porno film.

Things evolved, Susie was checking me out, I was checking out Susie. We sipped some nice red wine, Jerry was checking out my Debra, and she was looking too. Can't blame her, the guy really did have quite a weapon there, it sure put my barely average stuff to shame.

Intimidating, is what that is.

But when Susie came over to me, straddling my knees and preparing to do what comes naturally, then Debra did the same with Jerry after giving me a questioning look?

I called out to her, barely in time. One more second and it all would have been too late!

We did not know these people, not really. And Debra and I have never done a partner swap, although we sure as hell have done lots of other kinky things.

Yes, I called out to her and she stopped, I was actually sitting there with the end of my unit about one inch from sliding into Susie?

Only my grasp of both of her hips stopped that, clearly Susie had no qualms at all and made it obvious what she intended. My grip stopped her, she did thrust a couple of times, then gave me an odd look over her shoulder. 

Debra was almost in the same position, I could see right between her legs over Susie's shoulder, all she would have needed to do was drop down six inches and the deed would have been done.

That was about as obscene a view as I have ever seen in my long life. But Debs heard me, glanced back and realized, and hopped off of Jerry.

I think she was waiting for me to stop things.

So, we didn't swing, but damn did we get close to doing that.

Hell, I like sex, clear since I really was as hard as I can get, but I just did not want that thing Jerry had inside of my wife!

Selfish that way I suppose. I knew very well that if I did, Debra would, so I stopped that.

The next day, Jerry and Susie were gone, back to wherever home is. It might sound strange to say it, but the idea of that thing inside my wife wasn't doing it for me, and of course this couple were clearly a bit loose, so we had no idea where they had been before.

There were no condoms, Debs and I don't even have any, although the spare trash can bag might have worked for Jerry.

+++

We did have Jack and Terry up to our room for massages later on. And yes, the naughty kind with the happy ending just like we have on other trips.

It costs us $300 for about 90 minutes and it's fun, what the hell.

Oddly, to me at least, that was kind of... anticlimactic. Not quite the right word, but let's say, the edge of the excitement of having that done was somehow gone.

That was just once, also different. Usually we have them up two or three times during a trip.

Terry did manage to work a climax out of me, more difficult than usual. We talked, Debra didn't reach orgasm, somehow the fun was gone in having that done.

"It's OK, it still felt nice, honey." Debs told me as we snuggled later. I had managed to take care of her with my fingers and my tongue. Sometimes, I think my Debra likes that the most of all.

I am pretty good at tickling and teasing if I do say so myself.

+++

The long drive home was agony, Debra's Camaro is simply not designed for comfort, it's a sports car. Just over 700 miles in what rides a bit like a hay wagon is rough on an old body like mine.

I made her stop several times so I could get out and walk around, get some blood back into my feet. We spent an hour in one of the rest stops about 90 or 100 miles North of Susanville. Debs was impatient to get back on the road but at my age, I don't like to get in any hurry.

So we sat there and watched the Chipmunks scurry back and forth, coming right up to us and begging. Big fat ones, not like the little ones we have back home, but still Chipmunks.

Debs fidgeted around, wanting to get going.

I drive at 55-60 MPH, she is seldom below 80 and in that high speed stretch just before entering Oregon I glanced over and the speedometer was hovering at just under 100 MPH.

I closed my eyes and went to sleep, I have lived a nice long life so if we didn't survive, no big deal.

Why she never gets any tickets is beyond me, but so far she hasn't.

+++

Home. Lord did that feel good, I climbed into our bed and was asleep in seconds. We did get the suitcases inside, that was it.

I guess the truth is that my age is showing now? Just the way life is. Things have been slowing down for me, I feel it. Debra is wonderful in that respect, and she does love sex so she tries.

I think it is easier for females, at least some of them. She has told me many times now that we might as well have all the fun we can, because the day will come when perhaps we can't.

That did help me some, and perhaps helped me understand more about what happened back at her grad school. An entire month without sex?

When she is home, we never go past a week. I know, hard to believe, bit it's the truth.

It kept popping into my old head, the part that bothered me was not the fact that she slipped and allowed some guy half her age to have carnal knowledge of her. 

What was bothering me was the damn near six months it took for her to finally tell me about it.

I tend to analyze myself, my feelings. Just the way I am. Even after all that had happened since, it was in my head when I fell asleep. Hell, I had no idea at all what the guy looked like, acted like, no idea of how good he was in bed.

Was he bigger than me, harder perhaps? Men think about things like that, sure, everyone claims that size doesn't matter but none of us really believe that.

I do know I had one of those vivid dreams, the kind a person remembers. I was having sex, wonderful sex, as it went on the face appeared.

My Debra, smiling down at me, something I have seen countless times.

I woke up to voices, realizing I had an erection.

It's been some time since that even happened, Debra tends to keep me fairly well drained. I got up, threw on a robe and went into the kitchen to see what was going on.

There sat Todd, Rwanda, Rachel and Debs chatting away. We had been back less than a dozen hours and it was like we never left.

"Hi, sleepy head. Do you feel better?" Debs flashed me a bright smile. How she could look fresh as a daisy after driving most of the 700 mile trip home almost straight through is beyond me. She must have also slept some, but I wasn't sure.

I drove maybe 100 miles, but my 50-55 MPH pace drives Debra completely crazy. If I come up on a slower car she keeps urging me to pass them, so usually I give up and move to the shotgun seat.

"Yes, I do. What's going on?" I spotted the Coffee cup and got some, sat down.

"I was telling everyone about our trip." She grinned.

"I bet that was a kick, finding a naked woman in the hallway." Todd slipped that in there with a smirk.

Todd smirks quite a bit, I manage to get along with him all right but I can't say I really like the guy all that much.

"It was different, I have to say. I gave her my shirt, she was pretty embarrassed."

"Heck, why bother? If she wanted to be looked at, you might as well." Todd said.

I didn't say anything, but there is a difference in men, isn't there? I would never take advantage of a situation like that, it was pretty clear that Todd might.

We all talked for a couple of hours, I did notice that it was raining lightly and kind of cool outside, a nice change. This past Summer has been hot and crazily dry for Oregon, it was beginning to look like it would never rain again.

Of course, rain meant no one would be out sunbathing like seemed to be a regular thing when they came over.

Finally they left, the three of them together? I looked out, they all got into Todd's car?

Now what?

"Hey, they all came over in the same car?" I asked Debs.

"Yes, honey." She looked at me and I knew right then.

"I suppose Todd is now fucking both of them?" I asked.

"Yes, honey. I think so. They are kids, you know how it is." She patted my arm, for God's sakes.

OK. I had been having sex with Rwanda, then Todd got into the picture and that stopped. Then, a bit of a surprise, I also had sex with Rachel? And now Todd intercepted that, too?

OK. I say I am faithful, but I did do that, and with both of them. It didn't seem to upset Debra one bit, I do know she has an entirely different was of thinking about life and sex and relationships.

She seemed to encourage me, I think in retrospect she was feeling guilty about what happened when she was back at school?

Maybe that was it, maybe.

I should not have been upset about what was going on with the girls and Todd, not one bit, because I had already made up my mind that things were going to change. Sex was going to be limited to just Debra and I, things were going to go right back to the way they were before.

I am fairly sure Debs was feeling guilty about what she had done is why. I went along with that though, so I guess I am just as guilty as Debra is.

This stuff had to end, it was getting out of control. I had my mind made up already after that trip to Reno. We damn near did a wife swap and that just is not me.

But, the guy beat me to Rachel, before I could tell her this stuff was too much?

OK. I am human. That pissed me off!

Debra reads me very well, she picked right up on that.

"Relax, honey, you are way better in bed than Todd is." She laughed.

"How in the hell would you know?" I demanded.

"Rachel told me. We came in to check on you, you were out like a log, but you sounded like a fog horn. She whispered and confided to me that she let Todd have sex with her, she was curious is all. She said that you were way better."

I suppose that should have made me feel good?

It didn't.

"Todd really is a nice guy, and he is a very good looking young man, with well trained and talented hands, so you can't really blame the girls for being interested, honey. And what with Rwanda being so open about things, it was almost certain to happen. " Debra told me.

Yeah. I suppose that is true. I am an old man, things are just the way they are, I suppose. Two nice and attractive females, one barely 30 and the other only 36. At my age?

With the wife knowing, and showing no sign at all of being upset? But then Debra is the most different women I have ever known, I have to say that.

Still, me having sex with what are just kids...it's kind of ridiculous. After all, I do have a wife that can put both of them to shame in the bedroom.

+++

My life over the last few years has been long periods of normal. I go fishing, go to the little café down by the waterfront, I am sort of a fixture down there. I tend my garden, vegetables and yeah, OK. I grow flowers, too.

The mayhem portions come all at once, in bits and pieces.

Snicker if you want to, but I like flowers, and they bring in bees to pollinate my vegetables. I also have some prize Roses, still trying to win the "Best Yard" contest they hold in our little town every year.

It used to be the Mayor won every year, once I got second place. But we have a new Mayor now, some old lady named Clara, who beat out the guy last time by 12 votes, one of which was mine.

So who knows? Maybe now I have a chance?

That was where my old head was at for several weeks, nothing happened at all out of the ordinary.

+++

Then we got a call from Rachel, she wanted to know if Debra and I could give her a nice massage, and she would be happy to return the favor?

Todd, who is or at least claims to be a masseur had been teaching her it seems.

By then, I have to say I was up for that. I like Rachel, we both do, but she had been involved elsewhere lately so she wasn't around.

Rachel on our table was pretty cool, of course having sunbathed topless in our back yard, and been in my bed at least a half dozen times, all inhibitions were lost.

Yes, Debra and I both were massaging her, and yes, we were getting naughty and Rachel was clearly enjoying the hell out of it.

Someone knocked on our front door, talk about bad timing.

I answered, there stood Todd and Rwanda.

"Hey, guy. What's up?" Todd held out his hand for the usual high five stuff, then breezed by me.

"Where is Debra?" He asked.

"She is giving Rachel a rubdown." I told him.

"Oh, cool! Maybe I should go in and help?" He did that smirk thing again.

"Oh, that's all right. They are just about done." I told him, just then Debra came out.

Rachel was maybe 5 minutes behind her, she came out with a sheepish smile.

"Massages are sure great, aren't they?" Todd said.

"Maybe one of these days Debra here will give me a try, I am pretty good at giving them." He added.

"Maybe." Debs said. Now that surprised me. I hadn't really said anything about how I felt about Todd, not wanting to appear jealous or anything stupid like that.

I had been going with the impression that everything was hunky dory, being polite. I figured Debs knew me well enough to realize, I guess.

I wanted to say, "Over my dead body!" and perhaps I should have, but instead I said nothing.

But the rest of the evening we sat around and shot the breeze, just like always, then the kids took off.

"That might be nice." Debs told me right after they left.

"What might be nice?" I asked.

"Letting Todd give me a massage."

"I can give you one if you want." I said.

"I know, honey, and you are really good at it. But Todd is a professional, it's just.. different, I guess."

I am sure I pouted at that, but if Debra noticed, she didn't say anything. We went to bed, and we just slept.

+++

"Todd is coming over this evening, honey." Debs told me over dinner a few days later.

"He is? Is Rwanda and Rachel coming also?" I asked through a mouthful of the Turkey I had baked.

"No, just Todd. We are going to swap massages, you can help if you want to."

I felt an almost instant flash of irritation. Debs and I don't really try and tell each other what to do, except she gripes about me fishing off the jetty and stuff like that.

Getting massages at home is really sort of normal stuff, although it has been one of the Nurses that she works with at the clinic usually.

"Naw. Survivor is on, I want to watch it." I told her, with probably a bit of snap in my voice.

"You can record that." She told me.

"No, I want to watch it, plus I do have "Mysteries of Laura" recorded, I am three episodes behind."

"OK. I didn't ask him to work on you, I know how you are." She giggled at that.

Yeah, the idea of some guy rubbing me down does nothing for me, I have made that clear over the years.

The opening to tell her I did not want Todd touching her never came. I could have just opened my mouth and said it, but with all that had happened up to this point, I was thinking I would sound like a stupid jealous old man. Hell, it was a massage, not a sex session.

That is what I thought, anyway, so I just steeled myself to not reacting at all. Debs had said nothing, nothing at all when Rwanda and I were in our spare bedroom, and she never reacted at all when Rachel and I did that also.

Like I said before, I think my Debs was feeling guilty about what she did with that Professor, and she actually encouraged what happened between me and the girls.

But now? It had been literally weeks, in all that time the only thing that happened was when Rachel came over and Debra and I both worked on her.

"Hey, Todd." Was all I said when he arrived. He was 15 minutes early and Debra was still in the shower when I let him in. He sat down and watched me do the man thing of flipping through the channels.

"Are you going to help tonight?" He asked, finally.

"No, Survivor is on, I want to watch it." I told him.

"Oh. OK. Say, who did they kick off last week? I missed that one."

"One of the women, Petri or something like that. Not smart in my opinion."

"Yeah, I would love to get on that show." He said.

I was thinking he would die out there in 48 hours if he tried it, but just then Debra came out. Her hair was damp and all she had was a big white bath towel wrapped around herself.




23rd Floor Ch. 02



"I just need a couple of minutes to finish drying my hair, then I will be ready." She told him with a big smile.

"Ok. Just yell when you are on the table." Todd told her, that damn smirk on his face again.

"Do you want me to get you a sheet?" I asked her. 

"Oh, this should be fine." She looked at me oddly, then went into the bathroom. I heard the blow dryer start up.

She called out that she was ready before the TV show could finish bringing us up to date, Todd got up and went into our spare room.

I was having a bit of trouble concentrating on the show. I mean, why couldn't she see that I didn't like this idea? I almost got up several times to go barge in there, but I didn't.

I was halfway through the 2nd recording of "Mysteries of Laura" when he came out. Since those were recordings and I could fast forward though the commercials, that meant at least two hours.

That was when it registered on me that Debra had mentioned they were going to "swap" massages?

I had been listening, I even turned the sound down low but I heard nothing at all. No moans, no talking, nothing.

Todd and I chatted for a little bit after he came out, nothing in particular, then he grabbed his carry bag and left. I did take a quick look at him, he did seem a bit flushed and I could see a bit of oil on his arms, since he had on a T-shirt.

The shirt he had been wearing over it was over his other arm. I managed a straight face.

Debra went into the bathroom, I saw she was getting ready to shower to take the oil off.

"So, how was he?" I asked.

"Todd is damn good, he sure does know his work. But then I knew that, since I saw him work on the girls." She gave me a grin, then slid the glass door aside and stepped in.

Like it was all nothing, no big deal?

I was feeling pissed off, I know I really should not have been but damn it! I did not want that Todd guy anywhere near my Debra. It was just his damned attitude, he didn't DO anything, not really.

Yes, I should have told Debra right off the bat, none of this beating around the bush, expecting her to just know and understand.

Lots of things had happened, I seemed to have no control over anything. Now I was wondering, had I ever had any control over anything in our relationship?

But then, I suppose I never have been a controlling type person, I never was in the two decades I was with my former wife Dotty. But then, that was a sharing, boring, simple yet completely content relationship. I was happy back then, perfectly happy.

As I sat there listening to Debs, singing in the shower, it struck me that at the moment, I really was not happy.

"So. Tell me all about it." I said to Debra the moment she came out of the bathroom.

"What? There is nothing to tell, it was just a nice massage." She appeared startled at my question.

"Like what did he do, did he use a drape, a towel, I want to know."

"Hell, Danny. If you wanted to know, all you had to do was get up and come in there. In fact, I am surprised you didn't!" She sounded mildly irritated now.

"I guess.. I just don't like that Todd guy much, and I really don't want him touching you!"

"He is just a nice guy, I don't get it. All of a sudden you don't like him? What brought that on? You didn't say anything."

"God Damn it! I do not want him putting his hands on you while you are naked!" I raised my voice.

"Don't you yell at me, it was just a massage. I had a towel over my bottom the whole time!"

"I suppose your tits were bare, though?"

She looked at me oddly.

"So what? He has seen them dozens of times, it's no big deal!" 

"You gave him a massage too, did you jack him off?" I demanded.

Debra didn't answer, instead she just gave me a dirty look. In a huff, she went into the bedroom and closed the door.

Not exactly gently, either.

I got that. She had, now I was sure of it, otherwise she would have denied it. Debra has never lied to me that I know of, what she does instead is just not answer.

Which meant he did her also, I was now sure of that, too.

+++

There comes a time, there really does. I do understand that I am just as guilty as she is, maybe even more so, that didn't matter.

I grabbed my wallet out of the Coffee table drawer, my money clip, my laptop, my keys..

And left.

+++

That was fifteen days ago as I sit here and write this. Probably be even longer before I finish and post this.

Now IF I owned a cell phone, I suppose Debra would have been calling, but I don't. The screen is too small, they always seemed silly to me.

I called a friend I know, which one doesn't matter to this story. He has a farm not far from the one I used to own some dozen years back, and he keeps up a 60 foot long mobile home for when he has guests.

I wrote a couple of short tales about him and his on the strange side lady friend, posted on here somewhere.

I like the guy, we are buds.

No problem there, I moved in. No way in hell she would ever find me, of that I am sure.

It really irritated my hide that Debra had that brief affair while back at college. But what really got to me was the fact that it took six damn MONTHS for her to admit it!

I do know that I am sure I was letting that show, and Debs noticed it.

Then all of the little games she was playing, until finally I ended up having sex with Rwanda. I should not have done that. I found myself giving Rwanda a massage, Debs nowhere around. Things became obvious and.. well, you know the rest.

The deal with Rachel, that just... happened. I am not sure why that did, either. The situation was similar to the one with Rwanda, Debra and I were both giving her a rubdown and for some reason Debra had somewhere she needed to be?

After that, Debra was acting a bit different, like that made us somehow even? That is what has been in my mind, anyway.

Then when I was going to explain to the two girls that this stuff had to stop, I find out that Todd was fucking BOTH of them.

The final straw was that Todd guy, she went into the bedroom that doubles as our massage room at home with him. 

Right in front of me, like this was all right somehow? No discussion, no nothing. Had she just asked me, I like to think I would have told her no way in hell.

That is what I think I would have said, anyway, but she didn't ask.

Did he climb on her and fuck her? I doubt that, in fact, I am sure they didn't. But what did they do? What did she allow?

I don't know.

In my mind's eye, I see that guy rubbing her breasts, touching her everywhere. Now THAT I have seen before on those silly Reno trips we take. Getting massages is big portion of it, and that never bothered me one bit. Perhaps because I was always involved?

OK. So I am being an unreasonable asshole. Fine.

In fact, pissed off enough that I even wrote and posted a couple of short tales, just made up shit. The idea being to perhaps piss some of you readers off, seems to have worked, too.

I even let it slip into my mind that maybe, just maybe Debra didn't realize that I didn't like the idea of Todd touching her? That maybe, just maybe I was still upset over that affair back at college?

Nope. That didn't help, I have so far stayed pissed off. In fifteen days, I have been outside twice. My bud leaves me alone, he knows me and he knows what is going on.

Yes, Me. Being an unreasonable asshole.

Write that down!

What I want is for everything to be right back to the way it was before, and that can't be done.

(For you new readers that might find this by accident? Go read my "Part of the Procedure" series, then "23rd Floor". Or don't.)

I think I will go dig some worms and go Catfishing in the pond nearby tomorrow. It finally rained last night, that always sets the Catfish off.

It's time to go back to being alive, I guess.

Maybe there is more to write about, right now, I simply don't know.



23rd Floor Ch. 03



{There is this guy I know, his name is Bud Wilson and I think of him like that.. a bud.

His farm is not far from where my place was back before government more or less shoved me out and then let someone turn the beautiful 5 acres into a fucking trailer park.

But has this woman, best described as strange, but he likes her and she likes him. They aren't married, I doubt either one of them gives a crap about that.

Long story shortened up some, he has a 60 foot trailer home, and he let me use it. Now his place is kind of out of the way, if you aren't at his house you would never know it was even there.

At the bottom of his driveway which is about as close to straight up as it can be and still get a rig up there sits an old Studebaker pickup. I think it was green once but now it is rust red.

He uses that to get home when it rains, it sits down there with the rear tires chained up and he has the rear end locked so both wheels drive.

Anyway, I moved into the mobile home.}

+++

I did tell Bud that I had left my wife Debra, and I had no idea about what would happen. I also told him why. Part of it was her having a brief affair while she was back at college finishing her degree.

The big part was that it took her six fucking MONTHS to finally tell me about it?

Then. That Todd guy, who I simply do not like for no reason at all, I just don't, came over at my Debra's invitation and they did a massage swap.

OK, I know. That sounds weird, but if you have read very many of my stories, you know that Debra and I both love massages. That all started way back when one of the Nurses she works with at the clinic was coming over. Then down in Reno we got them in our room. By then the touch was naughty and the word is we not only got used to that but sort of.. expected it?

No jealousy at all, just an older couple having naughty fun.

Debra is a Doctor now, she runs the local medical clinic. Back when I met her, she was one of those Registered Nurse Practitioners.

She was, or I should say is, likely the MOST uninhibited female I ever met in my life. She loves sex, and spends one heck of a lot of time getting everything I have to give out of me, and she is damned good at it.

So with her being that way, somehow I found myself getting caught up in it all.

+++

But some things are just too much. I am sure that if I had just said something, been blunt about it, everything would have turned out completely different.

My pride maybe, stubbornness perhaps? Just being stupid, hell, I don't know. I hid my feelings, kept it all bottled up. I managed to keep a straight face, laughed at some of it like it didn't bother me.

I didn't want to appear to be a silly and jealous old man, I guess.

Things were irritating the hell out of me and damn it, Debra should have been able to see that!

+++

That deal with Todd was the final straw. Bad enough he just kind of pushed his way in to giving Debra a massage at our house, she did one back for him.

Now at that point, Debra and I were swapping massages with Rwanda and Rachel, and those were getting downright naughty.

There was sunbathing out in our back yard, all three of the women topless and of course Todd and I were both right there.

So, things became sort of... normal?

But Todd up until that one evening had never worked on Debra, and now he had? All I would have needed to do was say something and that would have been the end of it, but I didn't.

I could have gotten up off my dead ass and went in there, that would have been it. Instead I sat out in the living room watching TV and getting more pissed off by the minute.

After they were done and Todd had left, we had a sort of fight. A few words back and forth, she went into our bedroom, we have a bath there, and she took a shower.

I left.

+++

Fifteen days I spent out at Bud's place, he left me alone. The only person I saw was his woman Billy, she came over and brought me food when they had extra. The mobile home was fairly well stocked to boot, so I was fine.

I was sitting in the place typing when Bud came over and knocked on the door.

"Someone wants to talk to you, I made him stay up at the house while I came down here." Bud said when I opened the door. Bud had one of his rifles in his hand, nothing abnormal there, he nearly always does.

"Yeah? Who is it?" I asked.

"Some young guy, name is Todd. Want me to just go up and shoot him, dump his car in the river?" He gave me a lopsided grin.

"How in the hell did he find me out here?"

"Beats me, but yer wife knows ya come out here to help do the hay and shit, so that's probably it."

"Yeah, probably. I have been half expecting Debra to show up. I will talk to him."

"OK." Bud turned and headed back up the road.

+++

"Hello, Dan." Todd said as he reached the porch. He looked to be a little bit nervous.

"What's up?" I asked, already figuring what he was going to say.

"Debs asked me to come up and talk to you, she is pretty upset."

Another of those flashes of irritation poured over me, he called my wife "Debs" which is a familiar term I call her. I never heard anyone else ever call her that.

"Why didn't DEBRA come herself?" I asked in what was likely a snarly tone.

Todd flushed slightly, he appeared to be a bit frightened.

"She asked me to, plus I wanted to tell you I am sorry. I never wanted to upset you or anything like that. I mean, I.. we both.. thought it was all right."

Which to me meant he had been around, and that meant I was the subject of some conversations between Todd and Debra and probably Rwanda and Rachel.

"Dan, nothing happened, not really. All we did was massages, that's it."

"There is more to it than just that, guy." I said. I knew damn good and well way more than just a massage had happened.

He flushed some, gulped, which just confirmed what I thought.

"Hey, I am sorry as hell if I got out of line, it won't ever happen again. You really should go talk to her, she loves you, you know."

"Maybe I will. Now, is that all of it?" I asked.

"I guess so." He was still standing there when I closed the door. I looked up and saw Bud sitting on the porch, his rifle over his knees. I gave him a wave, he got up and went inside. That was a bit much but to understand, you would need to know Bud. He is very protective of his place, his friends, just the way he is.

Billy came over about an hour later with some meat loaf sandwiches, one thing that woman can do is cook. I think the truth is that is why he keeps her around, well, that and he told me with a snicker that she could suck the Chrome off a trailer hitch.

He also told me while we were out Catfishing that if I was a mind to, he would have Billy come over and tend to my needs.

That might have been why Billy was wearing a thin T-shirt and no bra, her big round boobs were obvious under the cloth.

I declined Bud's suggestion with a smile, thanking him. Billy simply didn't do a thing for me, but no point in insulting Bud, he liked her.

+++

Over the last couple of weeks I wrote and posted some flash stories, just something I do when my old mind is whirling. That may sound strange but wrapping my thoughts around someone else's situation helps me to relax when I am upset, even made up ones.

It takes my mind off of what is happening to me at the time.

I even wrote about what is going on lately, how it has all been bugging me.

Debra and I had allowed naughty things to progress to way past just being naughty and half of that was my own damn fault.

So Todd ending up in our spare room rubbing Debra was a natural progression of things.

Did he massage her breasts? Of course he did, the way things were going, stuff like that was simply expected. Did he have his hands down there? Did she return the favor, did they actually have sex?

I was thinking that probably they did.

Hell, I had my own hands all over Todd's now girl friend Rwanda, and also Rachel. That stuff is pretty damn close to swapping, isn't it?

Plus I also bedded both of them, not just once but several times.

Then after what I had done, Todd would have simply thought that it would be all right.

Can't really blame him for that, now can I?

Just one thing to do. And I did it.

+++

"Hello, Danny." Debra said when she came out to the waiting room.

I had driven directly to her medical clinic, knowing she would be there at work.

"Ready to go to lunch?" I asked.

"OK. Give me moment, I need to get my purse." She was back in seconds, we headed out the door.

Downtown is a Mexican place, we drove there in my truck. We ordered, barely doing more than that. It was clear we both wanted to talk, but some things are difficult to get started. The place was close to deserted, it was coming up on two in the afternoon.

"So? What are we doing, Danny?" She finally asked me.

"We need to get the air cleared, I guess."

"I don't know what you want, honey." She said after a moment.

I told her how I was feeling, how I felt when we were in Reno, how I was upset about her not telling me straight out about what happened back at her college. She blushed a couple of times when I didn't pull any punches.

I also told her that I was upset, jealous about the idea of her letting Todd touch her, although after all that had happened, I wasn't sure why.

"You mean because he is younger and good looking and more virile?" She told me.

That was a bit of an ouch but it was also truth, what could I say?

"I guess so, it makes me feel.. inadequate?" I managed.

"You don't need to feel that way, honey. You are better off than probably 90% of men your age, and you are a wonderful lover. Most men have a struggle to even get going when they are in their 70's, you almost never have that concern." She told me with a smile.

"Better than...Todd?" I asked her pointedly, looking right at her.

Her face flushed, then I saw her jaw set. There was what seemed to be a very long moment.

"Yes. You are. Larger and way better." Her gaze didn't waver, and now I knew for sure.

So, I had stupidly sat out there in our living room, allowing what happened when Todd was over to happen.

Debra had also allowed it to happen, thinking I was sitting out there because I expected it to? Plus she had done exactly the same thing when I was with Rwanda, then Rachel.

Expected it to happen.

So just who gets blamed?

+++

We finished our meal in silence, Debra reached into her purse and dug out her cell phone. She called her office and asked them to cover her patients for the rest of the afternoon, and to call her if anything came up that was serious.

"So, where are we, Danny?" She asked as she put her phone away.

"I would like it if we went back to how it was before, keeping some things to just between us." I told her.

"Just some things?" She asked me as she got up.

"Yes, some things. We can talk, make sure we both know where the limits are."

"OK. I would like that, too. Let's go home." She smiled up at me as she stood there. I watched as a tear formed and trickled down her cheek, that was the first time I had ever seen that with her.

+++

I will say here that Debs and I had one hell of an afternoon. Actually, part of that started up again later and went on into the evening.

No one knocked on our door, we wouldn't have answered it anyway.

The next morning, I called my friend Bud and explained what all was going on, and that I would be out in the afternoon to clean up the trailer.

"Naw, don't ya worry about it, I will have Billy go take care of it. Just remember, you are welcome any time, and if ya ever need fixed up, I can have Billy handle that for ya, too." He cackled.

I laughed and thanked him, shook my head. Those two sure made quite a pair.

+++

Friday came, and with it some good old Oregon rain. Nice, we needed some, my hide was drying out.

But Saturday it stopped, Sunday was bright and things warmed right up. Strange for Oregon, usually by this time of year everything is wet and stays wet until Spring.

Then in the early afternoon, who should show up but Todd, Rwanda, Rachel? Just like always, as if nothing had happened.

We all went out into the back yard, I filled a cooler with some Sam Adams beers I had picked up.

Both of the girls had their tops off in the warm Sun in about 30 seconds. I glanced over at Debra, saw her questioning look.

I just grinned at her, shrugged. She grinned back, slipped her top off, too. Then she leaned back to let the Sun warm her.

I half way expected Todd to say something, maybe do that smirk bit again, but he didn't.

Normal. Everything was normal. I relaxed, enjoying the Sun myself. Nothing to worry about or be concerned about.

Everything is forgiven, no one to blame. Yet way back, deep in my mind? I think the truth is, some things will always be there, no matter what anyone says or does.

Still. No one to blame.



23rd Floor Ch. 04



{OK. Shit happens in life, sometimes it piles up so deep the only way to make things better is to try and climb up out of it.

 Flesh is weak, anyone who claims they are pure as snow and even comes in here is lying through their teeth.

 I am no different, I can be as naughty as anyone, so thinking about that, I know very well my wife can be also.

 Hell, by now I know that for a fact! Being a Registered Nurse for so many years, and now a full fledged Doctor, my wife Debra has seen and done a lot of things that the rest of us can only imagine.

 Her outlook on life, sex, relationships is completely different than most other people's, mine too, in fact.

 She and I have done a lot of naughty things, for titillation, excitement, I suppose for just plain fun. She likes it, enjoys it, and I can claim all day long that I just go along with it. But the truth is, I liked some of it also.

 There are those things in life that we are all "supposed" to do, but I happen to know that the vast majority of people are like looking at the cover of a book. What we see on the outside is often nothing like what is going on inside.

 Then when we find out the truth, the inside part conflicts with the outside part, and it is all trouble.

 Think about it for a moment. Your wife, the one you are with right now. The odds are astronomical that someone in the past has been with her.

 Intimately, with her willing and joining right in.

 The same is true of you. So that was where I did my very best to put my mind. Is it really all that different, having happened in the past than now?

 I am not sure, there are still mixed emotions although I would say that things are lots better at home.}

 +++



Keeping secrets like letting her college professor into her panties during a moment of mildly drunken weakness was bad enough, but then holding that inside for six long months was a bit much.

 It might sound odd but that six long months with my not having a single clue just got to me. Now some folks will go nuts and shoot people, others might do some hands on type of stuff, others will file for divorce instantly.

 Me? I left, to get myself some time to think, do some in depth soul searching. I even went fishing with Bud Wilson, he is odd as hell but a pretty good guy. We caught some Catfish out of his pond that would make any fisherman blink, things that were in the two foot long range. Those are powerful critters, lots of fun.

 It's tough to think about the wife and any hanky panky when something like that is on the line.

 I drank some of his beer, smoked a few cigars, he even had a huge sack of those Corn Curl things, I ate some knowing Debra would have a fit if she knew.

 Bud's girl friend Billy came out to brings us a thermos of coffee and some sandwiches since we were sitting out there in the rain. It wasn't raining very hard, barely enough to get a person damp.

 You would need to see Billy to understand, she is close to as homely as a female can be and still be a female. I doubt that she owns a bra, I have never seen her in one, and she has nice big breasts that sag way down and move around.

 I know, I have seen all of her, like the time I was driving her somewhere and she had me stop, jumped out of the car and was doing jumping jacks in the middle of the highway, my headlights right on her.

 Yes, odd woman, and crazy as a loon.

 Bud likes her, man can she cook. He told me she also does blow jobs that cannot be believed, maybe that is it. He also suggested that if I wanted, he would have Billy do me, but I turned that down.

 Married, and all of course.

 +++

 Then that Todd guy showed up the next day. The guy I don't like all that much for absolutely no reason. The chat was short, but to the point. He was right, it was time to go home, talk to my wife. The surprise was that since she figured out where I was, she didn't show up herself.

 That I admit I had been waiting for, expecting.

 But then, aside from being a different female, my wife Debs is also as stubborn as a Jackass sometimes.

 +++

 We finally had the long talk that should have been right off the bat. My fault there, I tend to try and escape conflicts, just the way I am.

 Debra told me she tried many times to tell me about her short affair with the professor, feeling guilty, ashamed of herself. 

 Frightened, she already sensed that there were things that could upset me, although I was doing my very best to appear unconcerned after she had revealed her indiscretion.

 Smart, huh? Pretending to be one way when inside was exactly the opposite. Going along with things, hoping against hope they would settle down and we could be normal. Assuming we were ever normal in the first place.

 Then Debra was manipulating things to get hubby to do something out of character, that probably is also wrong in the viewpoint of many.

 But she felt guilty, so that was her idea of me getting some kind of revenge to make me feel better. Sex being the revenge she had in mind.

 But that is what happened. My going along with all of that made me every bit as guilty as she was. Somewhere in there, I accepted all of that, it was almost like stumbling around in the dark, then the lights came on when we finally did what we should have done in the first place, which was talk.

 People are people, the flesh is weak. So what? If they still love you, want you, then nothing is really changed.

 I do know I am in love with my wife, and she with me. Anything else is just that, something else and meaningless.

 If it happens to you, tell yourself that. Keep right on telling yourself that. What that does is help you keep emotions under control.

 +++

 That day when the whole gang was over, after my Debra and I had our long talk was interesting.

 Here was Todd, the guy that gave Debs her massage at our house which turned out to be quite a bit more than that, sitting there in our back yard like everything was normal.

 I see the comments on that story, talking about if Debra really let Todd fuck her. 

 Yes. She did. There. That is blunt. Let's face it, there was all sorts of BS going on at about that time, and it wasn't getting under any semblance of control.

 So with all that had happened, here sat the five of us out in our back yard. One would expect discomfort, perhaps expectant glances, some kind of comments. There were none.

 Rwanda, the cute and tiny little black Nurse was sitting there, getting some Sun with her tits bare, like she had many times before. Not the least bit bashful.

 Normal.

 Rachel, the cute gal that used to live next door, the one I got manipulated a few years back into teaching her that yes, her body can too climax was sitting there, topless.

 Normal.

 Then my wife Debra cast a glance at me to check my reaction, seeing me shrug and grin she doffed her top also.

 Normal. At least normal in the way things had been going around our house.

 Think about it just a moment. Todd is perhaps 35 or so, I am not sure, Rwanda is 36, Rachel is 30, Debs just turned 60 and me..72.

 I had made love to all three of the women. Now, so had Todd.

 Normal? Uh huh. Some 72 year old in the sack with what were really just kids? Kind of not normal there, is it.

 So I kept a perfectly straight face all afternoon. Debra and I had earlier had a very long discussion which went a long ways towards clearing the air between us, then a very long makeup sex session. We had agreed that things like this, sunbathing, enjoying, laughing were just fine, but actual sex was going to be between just her and I.

 Now could I do that? I happen to know for a fact I could and be perfectly content.

 Could Debra? I will have to say that I "think" so.

 I don't give a damn what anyone says, holding inside the fact that she had slept with her professor back at college burned deep inside of me, I tend to think it would with most men.

 Our relationship up to that point was relaxed, we always had great fun with each other, and some things, like the massages and sitting around half naked were OK.

 But then things slipped, like I said, the flesh is weak. It's tough to take the high road when the mirror suggests one is no better than those around.

 But we talked, we let it all out, the feelings, the pain, what we wanted and what we intended to do about it. And we both let the other know that we were deeply in love.

 My Debra and I came to a meeting of the minds, about time I suppose. The idea was to reset, restore our complete trust in each other.

 I do know that I felt much better about everything after that. Still, way deep in the back of my mind is the thought that my Debra could cheat, and she also could hide it from me.

 I do know for sure that it just does not completely go away.

 +++

 So, the five of us all talked, cracked jokes, teased each other. Three attractive topless females are just fine to have around, any male that wouldn't like that is probably dead or gay.

 We sipped some booze, got mildly sunburned which is neat to manage this late in the year. The kids produced some of that now legal "medical" Marijuana, just them because Debs and I don't indulge. Then Todd and the two girls finally left.

 Not a single peep about any of the other stuff that had happened, somehow we just accepted that and let it be.

 +++ 

 Back inside, Debs made a huge plate of Tacos, damn those are good and she finally tried that Srirachi sauce that everyone seems to be talking about.

 We sat down and watched some TV.

 "Today was OK, wasn't it?" Debs finally popped up with.

 "Yes, I think so." I answered.

 "I assumed there would be.. you know.. some tension, but there didn't seem to be any."

 "Not that I saw. Todd didn't do any of his smirking, that was good."

 "He really is a nice guy, he is just young and full of himself." She giggled at that.

 "Do the girls know about....?" I let my voice trail off. Of course she knew exactly what I was saying.

 "Yes, I am sure of it. Neither one of them are jealous of each other so I can't imagine them being jealous of me, I am just an old lady now." She giggled softly at that.

 "You are the youngest looking sixty year old I have ever seen in my life." I told her, which is completely true. Why Debra has no wrinkles I can see is beyond me. Her hair is a pretty mixed color now, lighter than she used to wear it. Of course she colors it, but I have never seen any sign of gray at all. But then she redoes the color every Sunday, I have never seen even her roots. Her breasts do sag some, but nothing like anyone would expect. For her age, she is in incredible shape, probably the gym we go to a couple of times each week is a good part of that.

 My own hair is a mix of black and silver, except in the spots where there isn't any. I hang right around 180 pounds, which is a far cry from the 240 pounds I was that day in Debra's office years ago. My arms are nice and snug, my stomach flat. Not quite a six pack there but there really is no longer any fat on me to speak of.

 That, of course, I owe to Debra who does her best to see that I get exercise and fed well. There is a saying that exercise of the body perks up the love muscle, I think there is a lot of truth in that.

 But still, age is coming relentlessly, and I do feel that some days. I mentioned that to her.

 "Well, honey, you are the youngest looking and acting 70 year old I have ever seen!" She laughed. We were cuddling on the couch, just enjoying being together.

 We finally got up and headed for bed, I put my arm around her as we went, then reached down and patted her snug fanny.

 "Keep that up and you might get lucky!" She teased.

 In the bedroom, I watched as she made one of her usual productions out of getting ready for bed. I could film that and put it online, it would go viral for certain.

 Maybe start my very own pay per view porn site, videos of my Debs getting ready for bed.

 She manages to undress, moving in a natural way while teasing and exposing herself somehow that is pure delight.

 Probably 50% of the time that alone is enough to get my old root right up and raring to go, but since she had spent the last couple of nights draining me, that part of me wasn't quite ready.

 Which was fine, it was still fun to watch, I lay there with my head on a pillow, my fingers clasped behind my head.

 "Tomorrow?" She asked as she slipped under the covers.

 "Maybe." I grinned at her.

 "Hey, we need to go in and see Charlene, it's time to get waxed again." Debra told me as she lay there with one hand lightly brushing my chest, then she dropped it down to stroke my five O'clock shadow down there.

 It had been awhile, we both were getting a bit scratchy. But Charlene is one of those naughty women we have in our lives, she does hair removal, and yeah, she does what are called hand finishes.

 Good for business, I am sure.

 "I guess so. But, what about...?" I asked.



Charlene yanked my hairs out by the roots, I will never forget that first time. I even wrote that story, titled "Ouch." Then she reached out and I suppose the term is she made me feel better about the situation. She told me that my wife Debra had said that it would be all right.

 "It's OK with me if it's OK with you." Debs grinned when I asked her.

 "Ok, then, I guess." I told her with a smile.

 "Honey? Can I watch this time?" Debs asked me with the biggest grin I ever saw.

 I looked at her and started laughing, I couldn't help myself.

 "We really are going to be OK, aren't we?" I managed.

 "Uh huh." She said.

 "I think you are a pervert!" I told her with a smirk.

 "Uh huh." She grinned right back.

 "Hey, I bet it would be lots better if we could talk Charlene into getting her tits out." I said.

 "Want me to ask her?" Debra was busy working my softie, not much success there but it still felt nice.

 That was worth a good laugh, we both ended up giggling and snickering, along with some touchie feelie stuff.

 I have to say I slept very well that night.



23rd Floor



"You coming in?" I asked.

"I.. I can't, I...?" He blushed bright red.

"Oh, honey, we have all seen an erection before." Susie teased her husband.

Finally he stood up, turned his back and took off his clothes. Then he turned around.

Wow!

Now I know some men are built large in that department but the thing Jerry had was like a damned weapon! I manage a tad over six inches, not bad as most men go, but the thing Jerry had was half again bigger and stood out, looking like a rather large Banana.

I saw Debra's eyes get big, but she didn't say anything.

"Jerry has a kind of big wienie, doesn't he?" Susie giggled. I could tell she was getting a bit loose from the drinks herself.

"I have seen some like that, since I am a Doctor." Debra slipped that in there, giving me a sideways glance.

Jerry mercifully slipped under the water, hell, he was making me feel inadequate.

We all sat there enjoying the hot water and bubbles, plus those water jets they have that really move the water around.

One would think that in a situation like that, there would be some touching and feeling but we didn't. Debra kept glancing at me so I was trying to not stare at Susie but of course that is impossible.

But the tub was hot and there are limits, Debs was the first to get out. Jerry I noticed took a good long look, Debra keeps her vagina waxed so she is bare down there. She has very large lower lips, also, no way to hide that so she doesn't even try.

The way she got out, climbing up on the edge, then reaching down with one leg to find the floor kind of exposed her since her behind was facing Jerry.

She did look at me when she did that, I could see she was getting off on her exposure.

Susie got out next, reversing the process and pointing her stuff my way. Hell, I took a good long look myself, since Jerry made no effort to hide his interest.

The two women were toweling off when I got out, I had long since lost my erection but I didn't care.

Next Jerry got out, I almost didn't believe it, he was still hard as a rock, that thing curving up and back, actually reaching to just above his navel.

"Damn, honey? You want me to help you with that?" Susie asked.

He sat down on the couch, Susie went over and at first began to jack Jerry off, right in front of us. Then she was licking and sucking on him?

Debra and I sat there surprised watching this. 

But the scene was also pretty hot and Debs scooted over close to me and soon had her own hand working on me.

"This is fun, isn't it?" Susie looked over her shoulder at us, then went back to work.

I glanced at Debra, she had that familiar look on her face I have seen many times. I had my fingers between her legs, and she was most certainly nice and wet.

"Want to help me here, Debbie?" Susie asked, again looking over her shoulder. Debs looked at me with a questioning look, I shrugged.

I probably should not have done that, but I did.

I was thinking she might rub the guy a little with her hands or something like that, it might be hot to watch that.

Which she did. I never saw Debra with anyone's cock in her hand before, I felt myself spring right up.

After a few seconds Susie got up, came over and straddled me on the couch. She reached down with both hands and grabbed me. I knew exactly what she was going to do.

I saw Debra turn her head to watch.

I hesitated, this was a bit much and way faster than what I expected. Reaching out to grasp her hips, I managed to stop her just as her pussy touched the end of my erection. It didn't go in, but it damn near did.

From Debra's point of view, it had to look like we were getting ready to fuck.

Debra's eyes opened wide at that, she turned back to face Jerry, then she hiked up her own leg and straddled his lap?

"Debra!" I said, as I used both hands to hold Susie off of me.

I was almost too late to protest. 

Debra turned and looked back at me again. The pose was almost obscene, she was on her knees on the couch, her behind in the air, frozen in that pose as she looked at me. Barely inches below her was that weapon, the thing was aimed right at her. With her legs wide open, one knee on each side of him, that was as almost at one can get.

Just a couple of seconds more and we would all have been fucking?

Debra pushed away from him and hopped up, walked over to the couch and picked up the robe. Susie was looking down at me, then she got up also.

There were some very long and uncomfortable moments, finally Jerry got up and walked across the room, his over sized thing still sticking up and out.

He pulled on his pants, no underwear of course. Susie found her clothes and began to dress also. I reached for a pillow, pulled it over my lap, I really didn't want to stand up naked right then.

"Hey, you guys? I guess you aren't into swapping?" He asked.

"No. Not really. Looking at stuff is OK, but Debra and I...?" My voice trailed off.

"Hey, no problem, it's cool." He looked at Susie who had finished dressing, held out his hand.

She meekly put her hand in his and they left.

"See you guys later?" Susie called out as the door was closing.

+++

"I'm sorry, honey? I just thought...?" Debs said a couple of minutes later. I was still sitting there with a pillow over my lap.

"Don't be sorry, I was here too. Susie just surprised me is all."

"God, we almost were swingers, huh?" She asked me.

"Almost, but it was clear that they do this a lot and lord knows what they might have." I said.

"Was that the only reason, honey?" Debs was snuggling up to me now.

"No. I didn't want.. Jerry was...?" I couldn't find the words.

"Big?" Debra giggled.

"Yeah, I was afraid he might break you!" I started laughing, it was infectious and she was laughing also.

Her hand slid under the pillow, and she began to fondle me.

"Come on, honey. You try and break me!" She shrugged off the robe and climbed into my lap.

I did try my best, but she didn't break.

+++

We later cuddled up on the bed, talking until nearly 3 in the morning.

One of those open and honest kind of talks that married people can have when the mood gets just right?

I admitted that the scene where she was momentarily poised over Jerry was hot, but I just could not allow that and I had stopped Susie for the same reason. Debs wanted to know if his size made me feel inadequate, I admitted that while it was intimidating, I really didn't feel that way.

Then I asked her the questions that had been nagging at me.

"Honey, when you.. and that Scott guy? Did you go down on him?"

"No, but he did on me.. the second time." She admitted.

"Was he...?" That one hung in the air, but she knew what I was asking.

"About the same size, I guess.?"

We were both quiet for awhile.

"OK. My turn. Is Rwanda tighter than me?" Debs was grinning when she asked that, her left hand was idly stroking me.

"No." That was true, she wasn't.

"OK. How about Rachel, then?"

"Yes. Quite a bit, but then she is young and..."

"Which one is better?" Her hand hesitated.

"You are, babe. No doubt about that at all!" I told her.

"Oh, you are so sweet! Maybe I will let you fuck me again after all." She laughed.

"How about we head down to the casino and see if we can lose some more of my Social Security check, while I try and recuperate?" I laughed.

"It's four in the morning?"

"I don't care."

"Just us?" She asked.

"Yes, just us." I leaned down and kissed her.

We were holding hands waiting for the elevator when Debra turned to me with a smile.

"Can we still have Jack and Terry come up, get some massages?" She grinned.

"Just touching?" I asked.

"Yes, just touching." She held my arm a little snugger.

"OK."