Ch 8: The Monday After
Author's notes:
1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.
2.All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental.
3.The chapters are numbered in a sequence for a reason. It is recommended that they be read in numerical order.
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Monday morning all was back to normal routine. The Dungeon had been cleaned and tidied on Sunday afternoon, with Dana washing and sterilizing all the equipment, changing the sheets and generally making the place look pristine and new. She lingered over the task, reliving the scenarios she had seen and experienced in the room and planning new scenarios for next time, hopefully soon after Todd returned. Her busy mind was already scheming and she had broached the subject of that scheming to her parents that evening at dinner.
"Mom, you know that Todd lives several hundred miles away and is staying at a hostel while he attends university, don't you. Do you think that if we changed the single bed in my room for a double or queen size that he could come and live with us? He'd pay board, of course, and help around the house, and you'd still have the two spare rooms as you have now, and it's not like he's taking up much space or anything," she said in a rush in case she lost her nerve part way through.
"Well," replied Marcie neutrally, "That is an idea. Have you spoken to Todd about it?"
"No, not yet and he's away this week. I only thought of it as I was cleaning the Dungeon. Obviously it's unrealistic for us to continue to live there because that limits the use that others can make of it, so I thought just maybe he could share my room."
"You know," contributes Greg, "Dana has a point. There really would not be any inconvenience, even the bathroom use wouldn't be affected because Dana has her own ensuite. The only thing I'm thinking is that Dana's room is quite small and by the time you fit a bigger bed and Todd's gear in there it would be very cramped." He gave Marcie a wink, unseen by Dana.
"Yes, you're right," agreed Marcie, playing along, "There just wouldn't be enough space in your room for the two of you plus all your stuff. No, I think that the situation will just have to stay as it is with you seeing Todd on Friday and Saturday nights, spending your sleeping time in your own separate beds."
For Dana, this was a huge blow. She had her hopes high that she and Todd could live together here and sleep together in her room in a nice large bed. She looked at her parents' faces, wondering what she would have to say to convince them. Next thing Greg bursts out laughing.
"You look the picture of abject misery," he said to Dana, "We're not serious, we're simply winding you up."
"Oh Mom, Dad, you mean you will let Todd come and stay in my room?" she asked excitedly.
"Absolutely not," replied Greg emphatically. He paused for a short time to let that sink in. Dana was totally perplexed and showed it, fists clenched, very tense, ready to do battle. "We will clean out the guest suite, which is bigger than your room and already has a queen size bed and an ensuite and you can both move into that."
Dana jumped up and threw her arms around Greg, hugging and kissing him. "Thank you so, so much, Daddy," she enthused.
She skipped over to Marcie, "Oh thank you Mom," she said, giving her hugs and kisses also. Marcie was pleased that Dana was so happy with that arrangement, even though she was slightly put out that she had not even been consulted about this option. However, she had to admit to herself that it seemed an excellent solution. So together they spent the evening sorting out Dana's new living quarters and moving all her stuff into the larger room.
That night Dana slept well in her new bed. She decided to keep the whole thing a secret from Todd until he returned from his trip, considering that this was one of those good secrets that lovers do not have to share immediately.
So Dana was in a very happy mood this morning. She felt healthy, relaxed, sexually fulfilled (for how long she wondered) and after her normal breakfast with her parents she and Greg dressed and went their separate ways, leaving Marcie home alone to manage the household chores.
About an hour elapsed when the doorbell rang. Marcie was still in her semi-transparent house coat, naked underneath, but gave this no thought as she opened the door to greet Pam, Gabby's mother, and invited her in.
"Come on in, Pam, it's good of you to call. We rarely get to see each other it seems. I'm just making a coffee, would you like one?"
Pam noted with a slight shock the state of dress, or undress, that Marcie exhibited and seemed quite happy with, but pressed on anyway. "You're right, we certainly don't spend a great deal of time together. Thank you, I'd love a cup of coffee."
Marcie seated Pam in the conversation pit of the lounge and hurried out to make the coffee. She caught a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror and her cheeks reddened at the thought of what Pam must think of her. Oh well, she thought, if she doesn't like it she can leave.
A few minutes later Marcie brought the coffee and some biscuits into the lounge and placed them on the table between the seats, sitting down opposite Pam and noticing as she did so that her short housecoat rode up and slipped sideways to reveal quite an extent of her inner thigh. She thought that Pam may almost have a view of her pussy.
For a while Pam and Marcie chatted about nothing important, nibbling biscuits and sipping their coffee. Marcie wondered what the visit was about and soon found out as Pam came to the point.
"Marcie, it sounds like Gabby had a great time yesterday but I have a few questions for you."
Uh, OK, thought Marcie, time for the inquisition and judgement. She prepared for the worst.
"Gabby seemed very happy indeed after she came home. She told us she had a great time and really enjoyed herself but wouldn't go into any detail. You know how teenagers are. She also said that she had been invited back again and was looking forward to returning. So David and I were just wondering what actually happened and what this so-called dungeon thing is that you have." Where do I start, thought Marcie. At the beginning, obviously.
"Pam, you and David have been married for about the same time Greg and I have. Do you find that your sex life has deteriorated during that time?"
Pam blushed and looked away, embarrassed at the turn of conversation. She did not know how to answer.
"Look, Pam," continued Marcie, "If I'm going to tell you about the Dungeon then we have to be completely frank and honest about things. Yes, it is about sex, but it is also about enjoying each other's love, caring and physicality in an adventurous and exciting way. People can choose to be prudes if they wish, but that is simply a choice. They can also choose to have open minds and release any obligation to judge. I hope that you're in the latter category."
She paused to let this sink in.
"Now, tell me, have you noticed that your sex life with David has diminished since those halcyon days just after you were married?"
To Marcie's surprise, Pam burst into tears. She went over to comfort the distraught woman.
