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Part 4
Charles’ comment elicited another big laugh from the drunken group. “Bet that’ll leave a mark” someone said. More boisterous guffaws. Arthur liked it. He was seriously thinking about sharing what he had “heard” with his wife. But not, of course what he had just participated in. But then he thought better of it. He didn’t think she would tell anyone, but if she did and people started talking, it might mess up his new playground. And he intended to play there again.
Part 3
Vicki and Bruce
School would be starting in about a week and a half. Thankfully the first week was a short one, giving the teachers a chance to make last minute preparations and adjustments. Vicki had everything ready in her classroom. Having gone through the ritual so many times she pretty much knew what to do, and how to get ready for the new class. She also knew Lisa would be at school, still working, making sure everything was perfect. Vicki wanted to see her and let her know she was back and okay. At least she would tell her she was okay.
The next day she stopped by and Lisa was in her room. She put on as cheery a face as she could, so she wouldn’t be frightened when she saw her. She told her she didn’t want to go into any details, maybe later she’d feel like it, but not now. She said she was ready to start back to school to take her mind off things. She then changed the subject, trying to make small talk with her friend. Lisa caught Vicki up with things going on in the school system, including the startling news that Bruce Wilson, the school system attorney had abruptly taken a leave of absence and may resign, citing mental and physical exhaustion. He had also closed, at least temporarily, his law office. Vicki said nothing, acting surprised. As she left the school that day, she determined she needed to talk to him.
Part 2
Vicki and Will
After a long bath and shower, Vicki felt much better. Again, since her bush had been shaved, she went ahead and removed the stubble till she gauged her husbands reaction. She was gonna try telling him she’d packed the wrong swimsuit for her trip, picking up one that was cut so high in the crotch nothing but a complete shave would prevent pubes from showing. She had two, one Earl had bought her on their first “getaway” and one her husband had bought after seeing her in the first. At first she thought she looked atrocious in both. Her preferred one piece looked similar color wise to the two piece her husband had got her. It was the best she could come up with. She wanted the explanation, as it was, delt with and over with tonight. Same with the all over tan. Looking at herself in the mirror, it was more noticeable than she first thought. Not a copper tone tan by any means, but Will would notice and she’d have to explain. She doubted she’d get away with either. After her bath, she intended to dress in a simple, short white camisole top and white boy shorts panties. It would show off her darker complexion and start the conversation. When it was over, it would be over, she hoped, but then she discovered she had left her phone in the car.
This is a continuation of a 16 part series, by the same name, that I had intended to end with the epilogue. However, several readers had questions at the end that they wanted answered. After re-reading the story myself, I’ve decided to continue the storyline. For anyone interested, in my profile are links to the other stories ( kinda hard to find the first few in order, but you can figure it out), along with a few pics of my wife for visual reference. That being said…
Part 1
After leaving the resort, as soon as they got back on the interstate Vicki reclined the car seat and pretended to take a nap. Earl was lost in his own thoughts, and didn’t disturb her. She had so many things churning in her mind concerning the past week. Chiefly among them, at the moment, was Bruce Wilson.
The next morning when Vicki woke up her tits felt sensitive, hot and engorged. She was still producing milk and now they were both swollen and needed emptying. Had her husband woke up horny and started sucking on them he would have gotten the surprise of his life. She was glad she didn’t have to try and come up with an explanation on the fly. But the problem at hand needed to be taken care of. She was pretty sure Billy would be glad to help her out since it was all his fault. She could tell her husband she was taking the car to him to get it cleaned up. As soon as he left for work Vicki gave Billy a call. He answered on the first ring. “Hi, this is Vicki”. “Oh yeah, I recognized your number, how’s it going?” She didn’t want to come right out and say the reason for her call, so she said, “Well, I um, kinda have a problem I thought maybe you could help me with”. Billy spoke with a bit of concern in his voice, “Is it something to do with yesterday?.” “Yes,I guess you could say that. I didn’t want to bother you, but its sorta pressing”. Billy hesitated before answering, then said, “well, ok…I’m out of town right now and won’t be back till this afternoon, I could see you then if that’s ok”. Vicki really needed relief, soon, but if he wasn’t available, she might have to wait or come up with something else. “Ah, ok, I’ll check with you later then”. As she hung up the phone, her bra irritated her sensitive nipples. She knew much more rubbing would have then leaking. She didn’t want to buy a breast pump, but she may not have a choice. Then she thought about Lisa. She may even have one laying around, but it was doubtful. She hadn’t talked to her in awhile since she herself had retired. Lisa was still teaching, but school wasn’t in session yet, so maybe she would be home. Before she left the house she took off her bra and put on a thin, loose fitting shirt. She wouldn’t go out that way normally, but Lisa wouldn’t mind.
Laying in bed that night, her husband asleep beside her, Vicki thought back on what she had done that morning. She couldn’t believe she had actually gone through with it, willingly, just to save money. Admittedly, it was a fair amount of cash to her, just for letting a guy fuck her. Still, she would have never even considered it had it not been for what had taken place in her life a couple of years or so ago. She had tried to put that all behind her. Mr. Earl was no longer in the picture, she had not shaved her bush, like he was so fond of making her do, she had hardly even trimmed it, since then. The wild sex with her husband, wild for them at least, had cooled. While they stilled fucked, it had become more like you would expect from someone their age. She still saw Lisa occasionally, but that affair had mellowed also. They had needed each other for awhile as they tried to make sense of what Earl had done to her and forced the two of them to do. In the end he didn’t have to force anything between them, but he never knew it. Their lives had all settled down and become blissfully mediocre. But the decision she made this morning was surprisingly easy. to let this younger guy down the street have sex with her, instead of paying him for his help.
Earl helped her into the cart. As they rode back to their room he could tell she was quietly sobbing, her chest heaving again and again. He wisely didn’t try to make conversation, but as soon as they were in the room, she turned to him and said “Where were you ? I wasn’t supposed to be left there that long !!”. “sorry”, he started. “there was a bit of an issue with Dani. She started freaking out and it took a long time to settle her down. As it turns out she isn’t cut out for this sorta thing.” It was her first time as a paid escort. I have no idea where Bruce found her, but she told me she couldn’t take it anymore. She’s a single mother, trying to put a kid through school. The whole sex, nudist resort thing kinda shocked her system. I had intended to spend a little time with her, maybe fuck her. I went to their room, first off, to retrieve something, and I started hitting on her. I figured Bruce was fucking her. Anyway she started acting real strange. I had to calm her down and she took the opportunity to pack her things and leave. I stayed with her till a cab came to pick her up. Whatever Bruce got from her, he got for free.
After breakfast Earl asked Vicki if she’d like to try the horseback riding. She loved to ride, and after a couple of days of not riding, or being ridden by Earls cock she felt pretty good about being able to take a pounding in the saddle of a horse. Bruce’s little weenie the night before had done no damage at all, still she asked if maybe she could at least wear the bottoms to her swimsuit, the bikini bottoms she’d worn to dinner. “Wouldn’t want to damage the goods”. She hated herself right after she said it, but Earl decided it might be a good idea. He had been enjoying his playground. They walked back to the room, so Vicki could “dress” then jumped in the cart for the ride to the stables. She had always wanted to ride naked, she and her friend form New Orleans that she went to camp with. Being at a girl scout camp with others around, that wasn’t possible. They had tried riding pantie less once, and discovered that was a big mistake.. There’s a seam in the crotch of jeans, that they discovered kinda rubbed them the “wrong way”. They both discovered their clit after that ride.
As they were leaving, Earl turned to the others and said “See you around”, and winked at Bruce. Dani had disappeared in the bathroom, probably to brush her teeth after giving Earl a mediocre Blow Job. He thought to himself, ” Vicki could teach her a thing or two, may have to look into that”. When they got to the cart he turned to her and said “looks like the two of you had a good time”. Without looking his way she said “I don’t want to talk about it”. “Hmm…well, I must say I’d have rather been with you myself, Dani is willing enough, but she could use a good mentor”. The look in Vicki’s eyes as she turned to him said “fuck you”. It made him laugh out loud.
Earl let Vicki steer the boat back to the landing. It had been years since she had been sailing, but she picked up on it quickly. She felt proud of herself. She had never handled a craft this size before . At scout camp, all they had were small “sunfish” sail boats, strictly beginner crafts. After tying up, they showered at the outside shower on the dock, drying each other off with the provided towels. In spite of the situation, she found it an exhilarating feeling, being outside nude, with other people around and no one really noticing, except for the occasional admiring male. When she considered her body, she wondered why, but she had decided the guys were not, in fact, looking her over in disgust. As they rode back toward the resort, they passed a group of people playing horseshoes. Earl brought the cart to a screeching stop. “What a perfect sport to play naked,” he excitedly said. He took her by the hand and led her over to the pit. After explaining the rules, he handed her the set of horse shoes and had her take a turn. She didn’t come close to a ringer. Close may count in horseshoes, but she wasn’t even in the ballpark. She quickly suggested Earl stay and find some better players to join. She wanted some time to herself. To her surprise, he agreed, telling her to take the cart. She declined having never driven one before and besides it wasn’t much further to their room .
She walked alone down the path, naked as the day she was born. She was surprised to discover she wasn’t afraid, or self conscious about her nudity. She knew this whole thing was wrong, and she had been forced into it. She rationalized the way she felt by telling herself that. How many more days was it before she could return to her life, to her husband. How many more, or how few ?