Barstow - "no Suits"

Steve's girlfriend Debbie steps through the sliding glass door and onto the patio. "

Steven!

" she scolds. "You've got to be fuckin' kidding!"

"What? You don't like the joke?"

She huffs and shakes her head in disapproval at him.

"Well, for one thing, it's redundant.

Everyone within 100 miles of this place

knows the rules here!"

"But it's funny!"

"According to

you!

"

Emily steps onto the patio, glances at the new sign Steve just put on the wall above the hot tub, and chuckles appropriately.

"

She

gets it!"

Debbie slumps into a sigh, "You guys."

The "new sign" is a custom-made warning message in the style of a traffic sign, showing a silhouette of a man's dress suit halfway immersed in symbolic water, with a big, red, circle-slash "

prohibited

" symbol superimposed over it. The confirming text beneath declares "NO SUITS".

The Albertson household has been a "no clothing" zone for nearly two decades, reinforced when Emily and Jackson Foster joined Steve and Cyan in spiritual matrimony nearly four years ago, forming a "fourple." Nudity around the house is the rule in practically all situations, save for their comings and goings in and out of the outside world.

"Saves on laundry" and "smaller closets" are more of Steve's jokes, but the reality is comfort in their own skin, and no interference or awkward moments shedding clothing when the mood strikes for intimacy. Even just passing in the hallway doing chores is a frequent opportunity for standing intercourse or an affectionate hug-and-fondle. It's how they live.

Guests are also expected to be naked on premises. But that's not a problem either, as "guests" are typically their swinger friends, or other lovers who know that the first rule of this house is, "

If you're going to be here, you are going to be nude.

" No ifs, ands, or butts.

Well, yeah, "butts." There is a convenient pile of sitting towels in each room with chairs or upholstered furniture.

"Tub, or me?" Steve propositions, with a straight face.

"Both," Debbie answers.

Emily side-eyes to Debbie, "Both. We good on lube?"

"There's a little left in the tube," Steve confirms. "Need to run by Patricia's store sometime today to get more."

"I guess," Deb grumbles. "We gonna save you for her?"

"No. It'll be later this afternoon, maybe even after dinner. Plenty of time to recharge."

Steve gives both a gentle helping hand as they descend into the built-in spa tub. He's turned on the stronger jets, but not the blower on account of its noise.

"Steven?" Emily inquires, "Is there ever going to be a time when you are done with Patricia's therapy?"

"Yes. When she's confident enough in her sexuality to attract and keep a boyfriend, and tone it down with the kinky stuff."

Debbie fondles his penis, fingering the head ridge to help his erection along. "Your glans ring. That's certainly kinky. She keeps asking for it."

"Well

I

don't think it's kinky, though I understand that somebody who doesn't know me would think so. But you know why she likes it, don't you?"

"Filling, I suppose."

"Yes. Mostly the extra stimulation. It's taken a while for her to regain vaginal sensitivity since her second kid. Who's first and how do you want me?"

"I am, and doggie. Shouldn't need the lube just yet." Emily nods her assent.

Steve assists in Deb's leaning over the edge of the tub, closes his eyes enjoying the fondling of her breasts, and aims his now-hardened cock, hitting the target with no hands. These are two very practiced lovers. She purrs into the intimate contact.

Emily leans into Steve. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Turning on the jets like that."

"So you can ride one."

"Uh huh." Em kneels on the bench seat to direct the nearby tub jet to her valley and clit. She reaches to caress Steve's butt cheek as he thrusts. "Ooooooh gawwwwwd," she moans.

"You know I don't like cum in the tub," Steve gently reminds Deb.

"Fuck that rule, Stevie. Let it go

in me

this time. Please?"

"As you wish. Don't tell Jackson."

Both ladies softly chuckle. Then Deb sharply inhales, on the verge of her first orgasm. Emily isn't far behind. Steve's doing his very best to contain his.

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Patio door cracks open again. This time it's Jackson and Cyan, having just returned from the grocery store. They're finding three of their lovers in the hot tub, leaning into each other and softly fondling fun bits, but obviously relaxed into virtual piles of goo.

Speaking of "goo", Jackson complains, "Fuck, Steve. I see you jizzed in the tub. You're constantly giving

me

shit about doing it!"

"It was the moment, Jax." Steve leans to Debbie for a tonguing kiss.

"Well

you

can just skim it all out. Sorry, ladies."

"We don't mind." Emily affectionately fingers Steve's pecks. She glances down. A glob of semen is stuck to her breast. "Badge of honor around here."

Jackson grumbles, "We need to put the groceries away, Cy. Your ice cream."

"Oh, yeah! Stevie, can I have some of

that

later?"

"Didn't you have Jackson before you left?"

"Uh. Steve. Sort of. Don't know quite how to say this..."

"Oh no. What did you guys do?"

"Jax and I are banned from Kroger now. You and Em will have to do the shopping from now on."

"Like I said,

what did you guys do?

Damn."

Jax let's out a deep sigh, "She got a wild hair about 'test driving' cucumbers in the produce section."

Debbie and Emily totally crack-up. It takes a couple of minutes for them to calm down. Oh, never mind. They glanced at Cy, then at each other, and the guffawing starts all over again.

Cy admits, "Well, at least they let us pay for the cart full of stuff before escorting us out."

"Yeah," Jax confirms. "The only reason they didn't call the cops was because they knew us as regular customers, and there were no other customers who saw us. They told us you'd have to do the shopping from here on out, Steven."

Debbie is grinning when she asks, "You find one?" She and Emily start to laughing hard again. Steve can't hold it back, either, then Jax joins in.

Steve moans, "As if we don't have enough of a reputation around here as it is. Go deal with the groceries and get out of your clothes. Oh. And about 'later.' I have to see Patricia."

"You

absolutely have

to cum in

her

, Steven?"

"I do, unfortunately. She considers it a gauge of her progress."

"But you can't cum with the ring on."

"I take it off when I'm ready to."

Cyan sighs as she directs Jackson back into the house.

Emily asks, "You going to pop in on Keri?"

"Could. What's your thinking?"

"You and I catch a late dinner there."

"Late enough to..."

Em says, "Yes. Get a room for the three of us. Debbie? You mind?"

"Go ahead, sweetheart. I'm waffling about heading back home. Caroline's out screwing some visiting golf pro and it would be just Ellie, me, and Toby."

Steve is puzzled. "I thought she was dialing that stuff down."

"Oh, she has. She loves

you

, Stevie. She certainly doesn't do the local club members like she used to. Visiting pros, though, she feels a little obligated."

"Or has a reputation to uphold."

"That, too," Debbie chuckles.

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"Ohgosh! Hi! What a surprise!" the adorable bar/café host greets. "You didn't call first!" Keri is struggling in refraining from leaping into a hug with her man.

"No time, sweetheart. This was an off-the-cuff idea Emily had."

"Yeah! He had an errand and I wanted cuddle time with you, so here we are! You going to be able to spend the night with us?"

"Just the two of you? And yes! Of course! Ohgosh!"

Steve asks, "You want to invite Cat?"

Keri pauses. "No. Not this time. Just the three of us would be awesome."

"We can do that, but you know I'll owe Catherine."

"That's okay. We may be BFFs, but we both love you for

you

."

"Thank you, sweetie. I'll make a date with her when we see 'er in the morning."

"Bar or table?"

"Table. Steve doesn't know it yet, but this is my craving romantic time for the three of us."

"Wow." Keri escorts them to a table in a quiet corner.

Steve ponders, "Em? I had figured that out. I heard it in your voice."

"Nothing loving gets past you, does it?"

"Nope. And thank you for this. It

does

get a little intense around the house sometimes."

Keri chuckles, "No kidding, you guys. I'm going to be your server tonight, so the usual?"

Steve looks affectionately to Emily, and then to Keri. "Not this time, sweetheart. That top-shelf bourbon Ted hides behind everything. For both of us."

"Do I tell him it's for you guys?"

"You'd better. Otherwise he'll moan about 'which customer knows about

that?

'"

The three softly laugh, and Keri takes off to put in their bar order. Steve and Emily are holding hands across the table when she returns.

Keri smiles at this. "Aw. You guys are so cute. Em? Ted says you owe him big for this." She sets two glasses of very fine, very aged bourbon on the table.

Emily snickers, "He make any mention of what he wants from me?"

"Oh, yeah he did! You and him in the public hot tub at quarter after midnight."

Em looks to Steve, then glances to Keri. "You guys gonna be okay with that?"

Steve smiles to Emily, "Oh, Ker and I will figure out something to do."

Keri giggles, "He also said there's going to be a challenge in it, too."

"Oh?" Em is amused.

"You guys catch up with him at the bar sometime this evening for details. You ready to order?"

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Stepping through the lobby on the way back up to their room to freshen after dinner, Em asks Steve, "Do you want to wait for Keri to end her shift so she can join us for our dash to Sinful?"

"Haven't decided. Don't forget, it's not a 'dash'. There's a therapy session in this, too, if the store isn't too busy."

"Oh, yeah." They're waiting for the elevator, so she fondles his cock through his pants to verify that he is in fact wearing his heavy glans ring. "I'm sorry for us that I am just not comfortable with it."

"That's okay, sweetie. There have been plenty of mishaps to make it more bother than it's worth."

"But it sure

looks

good. You gonna show it off while we're here?"

"Don't know. We'll just see what the evening has for us."

"Stevie? Are you

really

okay with my fucking Ted tonight? This date was for us and Keri."

"

Where

in our operating manual does it say we are to turn down free nookie when it's offered?"

"You're a nut."

"At your service. Seriously, he's one of your regular side guys and he's done you in front of me countless times. So if he's available and interested, and manages to get it up with me there, I'm certainly not going to kick."

"What do you mean 'manages to get it up?'"

"The ring intimidates him. Don't know why. I've offered to let him try it on."

"That you have. Still. We gonna wait for Keri?"

"Hmm. May as well. Linger in the bar?"

"That would be okay. I can tease Ted. He started it."

"Uh oh. How?"

"I brought my hooker outfit."

"

Emily! That's practically naked!

"

"Oh, I know. And

naked

would be less obscene. Just at the bar. I have one of your button-downs to wear over it as we come and go."

"Now that's sexy as hell, Em."

"I know. 'Boyfriend shirt' is such a trope, but a

really good

trope!"

"And that you're with

me

, it keeps the other women in check. Ownership."

Emily grins in her guilt, leaning her head into his shoulder as they take the remaining steps to their room.

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Freshly freshened, Steve and Emily softly shut the door and stroll down the corridor to the elevator lobby, fingers intertwined like lovers do. Em decided that just the shirt by itself should be sufficient for messing with Ted.

Steve summons the elevator, "You aren't?"

Emily and a couple of their other ladies

very

frequently tease hard by stripping off for elevator rides with their men.

"No. I'm keeping it on. This may be a sexy date, but it's a romantic one, too. Loving nudity when and where it's appropriate."

Steve suppresses a laugh. "Oh, we'll see about

that

. I

know

you!"

She leans into him for a kiss, and reaches down to squeeze his testicles through his shorts. "I love you, Steven."

"You have a funny way of showing it sometimes."

"And you appreciate every bit of it."

"Granted."

Elevator doors open and the pair briskly step into the lobby and around the corner.

They are met with muffled laughter from Keri. "Back for

more

, huh? Oo. Boyfriend shirt. Anything under it?"

Emily chuckles, "You know the answer to that!"

"Oh, I do. You guys are down here to mess with Ted, aren't you?"

"Oh, he fired the first volley!"

"Gotta work here, but I'll watch when I can. Your objective, I guess, is to make him so horny for you he'll be walking funny."

Em grins a shit-eatin' grin. Steve just rolls his eyes. They both give Keri a subtle touch and find seats at the bar. It's not crowded for a change, just four guys nursing their drinks and not chatting much.

They're surprised by a big paper sign taped-up to the glass door from the bar out to the courtyard garden area. "Private party, entry by invitation only." The sign nearly covers the entire door.

Steve's curiosity gets the best of him, and greets the bartender with, "Hey, Ted? What's that about?"

"Hi, guys! Em, are you really okay about tonight? Ker said you guys were out on a date, just you guys. That's sort of unusual."

"We're fine, Ted. You're a friend and that certainly was a playful offer. The opportunity for fun with friends is always on our dance card."

"Well thank you, sweetie. Steve, that's a swinger group. I'm surprised you didn't know about it."

"Not always up on the other groups in the area. You know we have a unique style."

"Not from here. Somewhere in... Arkansas, I overheard?"

"Oh, that's different! Arkansas is sort of a difficult place for adult-to-adult activities."

"I wouldn't know. You want me to ask for an invitation for you and Emily?"

"Sure. We're always game for something out of the ordinary."

"Hang on. Let me see if anyone here needs a refill, and I'll go talk to them."

"Thanks."

Ted asks the other bar patrons if they're good, and disappears to use the staff door into the courtyard.

"What are you thinking, sweetie?" Em asks.

"Don't know what to think. We don't crash parties, for one thing."

"You know, it's entirely possible that somebody in there knows us. Arkansas. Next to Memphis."

"Oh shit. Not Susan, you think?"

"No. If

she

were up here she'd be all over your ass."

"Yeah. Then whom?"

She giggles at his anally proper grammar.

"Those couples we played with at that downstate park for Susan's filming. Three years ago, maybe?"

"Possible!"

Ted has returned. "Steve? I told their main person about you guys and he was intrigued, but he's coming out here to talk to you in person first."

"Thanks, Ted. That makes sense. We'd do the same thing."

The courtyard door can be heard unlatching, and a young man wearing just shorts steps out into the bar area. He scans the room.

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"Oh fuck. It's

you guys!

"

"(Told you!)" a giddy Emily chuckles in Steve's ear.

Ted is shaking his head at this, muttering to himself, "You clowns sure do get around."

"Hi, Justin," Steve greets. "A little far from home, are we? How's Tammy?"

"You remember our names? You are..."

"Good memory. Steve. The one who

didn't

fuck your wife. She here?"

"She is."

"How about Crissy and Chad?"

"They're here, too."

"Are we okay to join your party?"

"You are. Most of us know about you guys. You're friends of Susan's. What am I saying? You're the closest thing Susan has to a boyfriend. Follow me."

Halfway down the short corridor Justin stops. "This is a nude party, so you will need to remove your clothes. You okay with that?"

Both Steve and Emily are working

very

hard at not bursting out in laughter.

"Yeah, we're okay," Steve tries to deadpan. Emily is failing holding it in and lets out a couple of squeaks.

The three step into the courtyard, and a crowd of about two dozen naked bodies turn around to gawk. "Clothes!" several shout. Emily hastily unbuttons her shirt and tosses it on a patio table, Steve takes all of five seconds to drop his shorts and pitch it and his shirt on top of Emily's.

Somebody can be heard, "Gawd guys! Check out the cock bling! Justin?

Who are they?

"

Another male in the back sort of moans, "I forget their names, but I fucked

her

a couple of years ago for Susan's video in the woods."

"Hi, Chad!" Emily calls back to answer. "I'm Emily, this is Steven."

One of the ladies seems surprised, but knows something. "Guys? Steve. He's gotta be Susan's boyfriend! He does exist!"

Chad's voice is moving closer to where Steve and Em are standing. "Yeah, that's him. He was fuckin' Susan nearly the entire time we were filming."

"You are correct. To be clear to your friends here, Chad was fuckin' my wife for the video, and Justin here was doing Emily."

Emily nods. "I might have a story to tell on Justin."

"Oooooo," from several in the crowd.

Emily leans toward Justin, "(Juss? Do I tell them that my husband had to suck you up so you could do me?)"

"(

NO! I'm straight!

)

"Never mind." Em snickers at her being in the driver's seat. Steve gives her a smirking side-eye acknowledging that bit of evil.

Steve ups the ante. "Justin? Chad? Where are your ladies?"

Crissy steps out of the shadows and is behind Steve. "Right here. You going to fuck me with that ring?"

"I can."

Emily is chuckling to herself. Steve suggests she work the crowd.

He asks Crissy, "Before we do this, why are you guys all the way up here?"

"To get away from the heat. Both kinds."

"Oh, dear. What happened?"

"We used to party at Juss and Tammy's place in Jonesboro. Somebody invited the wrong person thinking it was a bar pickup situation. It wasn't. It was a state cop."

"Anybody arrested?"

"Not that stuck. Justin was booked and spent a few hours in jail. Magistrate kicked him loose saying that particular anti-nudity law could be easily challenged and not worth the court's time."

"Yeah, I know about the law. How'd you know about this hotel, though?"

"They ran an ad in a FKK newsletter."

"Okay. I know they've been trying to appeal to European tourists for a while. It's why they tolerate nudity in the pool atrium after 11:00."

"Oh? We didn't know about

that!

"

"Now you do. Just try to keep any sexual contact low-key. I and my friends play down there frequently, so don't bugger it up for us."

"Between that deal with Susan and now this, you seem to be quite the experienced swinger."

"Over twenty years."

"Really? Here you go." She bends over the patio table to take it doggie. Steve obliges.

"Try not to clench. It pulls the ring off."

"Oh. OH!

OH MY FUCKING GAWD!

" as Steve pushes in.

"Cris? You okay?" Chad calls.

"

Ohgawd YES! You're getting one of these! Ohmygawdfuckingfuck!

"

Steve warns, "

Take it easy, Crissy

. Oo. Try not to clench! You don't want to lose it in there!"

They're drawing a small crowd, watching this stranger's taking of one of their own.

"He sure seems like he knows what he's doing," somebody says.

Another, "Yeah. I've never heard Crissy that excited about just a fuck."

"Magic ring. Gotta be," one of the women surmise.

"No. Has to be more than that. Angle of the dangle, maybe."

Crissy lets out with a loud gasp and collapses into the table, almost tipping it over. Two of the men grab the table while Steve reaches around to hold her up.