Greetings beloved readers, this is the last of a five part series. I will post each chapter about a week apart. Many thanks to fellow authors and occasional collaborators Friskee_cpl who gave me notes on the story and whose stories served as a vital inspiration for this tale.
All characters are at least 18 years old
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In their remaining years together -- a little more than forty five, as it would turn out - Roy and Tuli would eventually compile a vast vocabulary of inside jokes and favored phrases constituting a kind of private slang. Among this repertoire, their favorite would always remain the one that prompted vivid memories of the watershed event in the sexual history of their marriage; it was a single word: "
caper
".
Caper: initially denoting a wild sexual adventure, it would evolve over the decades to eventually mean any sexual act. So ingrained would the slang become that their as yet undreamt-of children would pick it up too, using it ironically at first, but eventually as a handy code word when they sired impressionable children of their own. And so it would go for generations of Gilberts, all unknowingly referencing an off-hand comment that Roy made as noon rolled past on that fevered day and he looked down into the back seat of the car at the two, arguably stolen, shopping bags full of dildos, strap-ons, ball-gags and other assorted sex toys.
"That was a hell of a caper that you girls just pulled," he said, shaking his head in lingering shocked disbelief.
Tuli was sitting in the passenger's seat of the car with the door open and her legs stretched out. She was still wearing the thigh high leather boots she'd appropriated from the porno store along with the bags of sexual paraphernalia. She paused at dabbing her hair-line with a damp paper towel and smiled up at Roy. "A
caper,
huh? I like that."
They were sitting in an obscure park that had little to offer other than a picnic table, an alarmingly filthy latrine, a functional drinking fountain and a boat ramp leading into the salt marshes behind Blaire Island. Tuli, Wanda and Molly were using coarse paper towels from the latrine to clean the spunk off their skin. Molly, who was the filthiest, was being helped by Wanda as she tried to rinse her hair under the spigot attached to the side of the drinking fountain.
"Ow!" complained Molly. "That's cold... Watch your nails."
"Quit fucking fidgeting then. Don't they teach you anything at that college of yours?"
"They don't have any classes on how to wash cum out of our hair if that's what you mean!"
Roy had found the park by accident as they cruised back street to avoid the cops and stopped so the girls could wash off at the tap. He wished he had found a place that didn't smell of festering shit and rotting bait, but at least it was private. He was glad for that, especially when Molly and Wanda took their shirts off and started splashing each other with cold tap water in the hot sun.
Roy looked at Tuli, expecting her to tell the girls to settle down, but he could tell from her face that her mind was far, far away. It wasn't a dreamy look, it was pensive, brooding.
"Everything OK?" he asked.
"What?" she asked, pulling herself back from the deepest corners of her mind.
"You seem... upset."
"Oh. Sorry."
"Is something wrong?"
"No. Don't worry about it. It's stupid."
"Oh come on babe, I think I've earned a little honesty. I'm dealing with our experiment pretty well, aren't I? I think I'm even starting to like it."
"Oh really?" she asked.
"What? You think I'm not?"
"Well, you seem eager enough to share me with other girls, but..."
"I just let a dozen guys jack off on you!"
"Well," she paused to consider her words. "I had a great time, but I was kind of hoping you'd have those guys... I was hoping you'd take charge and have them - you know - do
more
."
"WHAT!?"
"See. It's stupid."
"You said 'no touching'. It was like rule number two or something!"
"That's the thing. I was hoping you'd... See, it's stupid and embarrassing, but I have this fantasy..."
"
Oh
?"
"No. Actually, let's drop it. I'm not comfortable discussing this."
"I've done a shitload of stuff I wasn't comfortable with in the last couple of days. Don't pull that crap on me."
Tuli didn't answer right away. Roy looked back and Wanda and Molly who were now sitting topless in the sun on the picnic table. Wanda was re-braiding Molly's wet hair and they were singing "Tik-Tok" together. Finally Tuli spoke up.
"You're right Bubbs. You're right. I owe you some honesty. Can I explain with a story? It's from my Wild Days and it's pretty goddamned slutty."
"Oh?"
"I know I've kept you in the dark about that part of my life... It's just that I've found out that guys
say
they want to hear about the dirty stuff I've done but they don't, not really. They get panicky and self-conscious and start acting like total pricks. Before long they're treating me like shit..." A tear escaped her eye and hung on her cheek.
"I would never..."
"I
know
Bubbs. I know. That's why I'm telling you this. I think you've earned it. Shit, after the last couple of days I feel pretty confident I married the coolest guy ever," she smiled at him as he squatted in the gravel next to her. She reached out and placed her finger on his lips. "So just shut up and let me talk... or I'm not going to be able to get through this."
Roy nodded silently. His stomach began to grow queasy.
"OK. This was at the end of my junior year of college. Classes were over and I was just hitting the parties and hooking up a lot."
Roy nodded silently.
"I met this one guy, his name was Fred or Frank or something, I don't remember. He went to Princeton, typical Ivy League prick trolling for tail at the state university. But I wasn't too picky back then and he was a pretty decent looking guy so I let him chat me up.
"He was pretty full of himself and seemed to think that if he kept casually mentioning all the cool crap his parents had bought him I'd eventually just throw my legs open and beg him to fuck me. I was playing along, but when he mentioned he had his own yacht I accused him of being full of shit. Before I knew it he was driving me down to a marina in Atlantic Highlands to show me. Sure enough, he had a sloop down there. It wasn't huge, but it was definitely cool: very swank."
Roy wanted to ask if she'd screwed the Princeton asshole on his boat, but he knew the answer. Tuli had an odd fascination with boats, ships and sea-craft. Of course she screwed him. He kept his mouth shut.
"So, the next morning this guy asks me if I want to go along when he sails up to Martha's Vineyard. He really was a complete prick but... how could I say no? He takes me back to my apartment at school so I can pack some stuff and he picks me up that evening but when we get back to the boat one of his buddies is waiting for us! The buddy's name was Dan or Don or something and I could tell by the look in his eye that he was expecting some action from me too. Now, ordinarily I didn't give it up if it seemed like some guy I hadn't slept with before was expecting it way too obviously, but I really wanted to sail up the coast so I went along with it. Besides, I was totally into a three-ways with two guys, even if they were both assholes...
"You doing OK with this Bubbs?"
Roy nodded his head even though the news that his wife had once whored herself out to two guys in exchange for a boat ride made him feel distinctly ill.
"Well, good... because here's the nasty part. The next night we anchored at some marina in the Hamptons. We were out in the bay and this launch full of identical trust-fund assholes comes up along side. Fred or Frank or whatever his name was introduces me and they're all leering at me like... well, I could tell what they were expecting to happen. They start making these comments like, wouldn't I be more comfortable without my bikini and would I like to move down to the cabin? I was feeling like I was in
waaaay
over my head. Plus none of those fuckers even asked me if I wanted to be gangbanged, they were just assuming the Turkish slut with the big tits would be willing to fuck them all."
She paused. Roy was finding it hard to breathe.
"So, we go down to the cabin and I'm freaking out. I tell them I need to get some fresh air before I make my entrance and suggest they should be naked when I come back. So I go up to the deck, slip quietly over the side and swim to shore. Never saw any of those assholes again and, after that, my Wild Phase just kind of petered out... well, after I got home anyway. I had to do a few 'favors' in the course of hitchhiking back home."
"So you escaped?" confirmed Roy as he exhaled with relief.
"Yeah, I escaped. But, the funny thing is that I still think about it all the time. What if I'd stayed? What would it be like fucking a bunch of guys at once? I fantasize about it all the time. I was hoping it was about to happen under the boardwalk last night before those cops showed up. I was kind of hoping you'd let it happen at the porno store.
"But you... you said no touching," repeated Roy.
"That's the sick part, Roy. I want it to be a little coercive. I want you to make me do something that I'm too chickenshit to try on my own."
"Um... holy shit Tuli. I... I didn't know."
"How
could
you know, Bubbs? It's not fair for me to expect a decent guy like you to guess the depths of my... depravity. But you asked..."
Just then the sound of truck tires on gravel came drifting to them through the cluster of pines that forced a bend in the road leading to the park. Tuli shouted "Someone's coming! Get your shirts on girls!"
Molly and Wanda pulled their tops on before the truck pulling a trailer with a flat-bottomed johnboat pulled into the parking lot. With confused faces, the two old men inspected the odd crowd of provocatively dressed women as they began to maneuver the trailer into the water.
"I'm hungry," said Wanda as she skipped up.
"I can't go back to the resort with this on!" complained Molly looking down at the shirt Roy had grabbed for her in their rush out of the porno shop. It read "I Luv..." with a detailed drawing of wide open vulva. "If my dad saw me in something like this they'd shit a brick."
Roy recalled Molly's father wandering in from the back of the store, peeking over the shoulders of the horny crowd, seeing his daughter sprawled on the floor and running off in shocked horror. Molly had no idea of course. Roy fought back the urge to vomit.
"We'll find someplace in town that sells tee-shirts and get something less alarming for Molly. Then we'll get some food, our treat," announced Tuli. "You OK with that Mr. Gilbert?"
But Roy didn't respond. Looking at the old men backing their boat into the marsh he felt a sudden wave of envy wash over him. An afternoon of tending crab traps and sipping tepid beer sounded mighty good right then. But when he looked into their crinkled, weathered faces he saw the envy returned: old men remembering a time when hot young, pussy was a possibility and a goal, not just a long expired fantasy.
"OK," said Roy as he got into the car and started the engine. "Let's go girls. We've got time for another caper."
Tuli laughed. "
Caper
," she repeated. "I like that a lot."
***
Half and hour later, from his spot at the rail of the amusement pier, Roy could look down the length of the crowded beach as it stretched away to the south. The crowds were at their early-afternoon peak: mostly vacationers and day trippers from Philadelphia and New York looking for some easy sun, sand and sea. They clustered in loose knots around coolers and umbrellas, all showing more skin than not, frequently to their disadvantage.
