Bill and Charmaine chatted on the way back to their motel; as though they'd been lifelong swingers. The pleasure of being with another man wasn't new for her but it was an experience he'd never forget. Both of them were cautious with their conversation though she fumed inwardly since he'd been with another woman.
Funny how she could excuse or overlook her own behavior but for him to be with someone else was an outrage. She knew there was no point bringing it up since she had no right to do so. Nonetheless it was there, like a pimple on her ass. She felt confident her involvements were controllable but was unsure about him since she knew he had a great untapped capacity to love.
"Lois and Carl wanted to know where we were staying, so I told them," she said.
He was preoccupied with thoughts of Claudia and could think of little else. He began to miss her. Wondering what the rest of the night would be for her. When he didn't answer Charmaine she feared his preoccupation had to do with his experience at the club; when he was upstairs. She looked at him as he drove wondering if she knew him as well as she thought she did.
When they got in bed she asked how his night had been. He didn't want to talk about it and had no interest in her experience with Carl or any other man for that matter. He wasn't one of those men that cared about his wife's sexual exploits, nor did he find any vicarious thrill in it. It was her reality; she owned it and she was entitled to have it. Yet her silence was insistent demanding he say something.
"It was nice..."
"Was she good?"
"Yes, but I really prefer not to talk about it."
"Don't you want to know about me and Carl?"
He didn't want to but thought he was going to anyway. She thought the details would excite him and maybe even turn him on sexually. She explained once they were in their room they moved against each other to the music coming from the orchestra as they undressed each other. She was pleased with his "full-sized" cock which pleased her immensely. He asked,
"Did you use protection?"
She wanted to tell him the truth and say they hadn't but thought he might worry, so she told him they did. There was no way she was ever going to make a man use a rubber unless there were unforeseen circumstances making it necessary. Besides, if she thought a man was unscrupulous needing one, she'd simply reject him. A large part of her excitement was in knowing the man could feel her juices bubbling up and around his cock. She knew they liked the sensation of ejaculating inside her exposed inner depths as much as she liked the sensation of having them do so.
One of her favorite visuals during sex was in seeing the head of a man's cock as it moved in and out of her preparing to let loose its milky seed inside her. The idea of a "dry-fuck" had no appeal for her. Afterwards when the act was over she liked feeling his sperm seeping from her as though it was testament of what they'd done. Somehow it just made her feel more fulfilled. She believed there was some nutritious benefit associated with a man's semen.
"Maybe they'll prove it someday," she once quipped to one of her girlfriends, as it always made her feel rejuvenated afterwards.
She hoped her telling him the details would make him want to volunteer more information about his experience but before she'd finished, she heard his gentle snoring...
Bill's Dream (Part One)
Neither of them saw the bright light outside their room that night as it washed the motel with an eerie glow. Strangely he remembered walking out the door in his sleep-state, as though he was being beckoned.
When he awoke he recalled one of the most fascinating vivid dreams he ever had. It was so real; it seemed he actually lived through it. In the dream he thought he had died and was in heaven or in some other holding area:
He walked into a room where the walls were white curtains blown by the breeze outside. At times he could see beyond the curtains where there was nothing but an abyss, a few stars and an occasional cloud floating by. The room seemed suspended and was more ethereal than anything else. There was a four-poster bed in the middle of the room which had the same curtains hanging from the top of each of the posts matching the walls as they moved with the same movement.
On some of the walls there were strange hieroglyphic symbols of some sort. He thought he heard humming sounds coming from somewhere outside, also feeling slight vertical movements of the room.
In the bed was the most angelic looking androgynous creature anyone could imagine. He had to study the face in an attempt in determining its gender, finally giving up in doing so. The angel-like creature smiled at him holding out a hand indicating he wanted him to join him on the bed. When he sat down the angel removed the light blanket covering his naked body almost to answer what Bill was trying to determine regarding its gender.
He was amazed in seeing his physical makeup in that it was both female and male. Around his neck he wore a chain with a crystal bell that sparkled endlessly with his every movement. His small breasts were like a young woman's.
There was a vertical slit between its legs that resembled a woman. Unexpectedly the angel reached inside the vertical opening and pulled forth his male genatalia as though it was kept in the pouch for whatever the occasion might call for.
His male anatomy was portrayed by items found in nature rather than on the human body. His penis looked more like a mushroom at first. Beneath it he saw acorns which were obviously his testicles. The skin on his sack resembled the rough textured pips we observe on the cap of an acorn and his pubic hair was like a fine sage-grass.
The angelic looking young man knew Bill's questions without his need to ask, as though mental-telepathy was the norm in this place. The "angel's" speech made him think of how Claudia sounded when she talked.
"Where I'm from there's no judgment with regards to sexual preferences. The divine plan includes all variations and is a part of a grand scheme. In the future mankind will evolve as one sex, as the passing on of genetic information will be done in the laboratory.
Bill looked surprised and the entity knew what he was thinking when he added,
"Don't be surprised. It will be a long time before your scientists will understand why males have evolved with nipples. I believe in your time they believe they were simply a vestige from the past, never knowing they're there to enable the ultimate emergence of a unisex being like myself.
