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Day 9...
Monday morning broke with the threat of yet, another rainstorm, flashes of lightning bright in the dark clouds still over the Gulf, heavy grey clouds over the island that is Gulf Shores.
Marni and I figured we could get our run in and get back to the duplex before the rains came. We did, but just barely. Marni had no sooner closed the sliding screen door behind her when the skies dumped it's cargo on us.
"Now, that's cutting it close," Marni remarked, her voice louder than normal in order to be heard over the pounding of the large raindrops on the metal roofing of the duplex.
"Yep, we could've been caught out in this downpour had we started a couple of minutes later," I opined, handing her a fresh mug of coffee to take with her to the couch.
Most people would be bummed about losing vacation days to the weather, to the rains, but we weren't, not in the least. Neither of us were shopaholics, both being more 'buyers' than 'shoppers'. But, outside of beach fun, the attraction along the coast was pretty much shopping or golfing, and while we're both golfers, space cadets that we are, it didn't cross our minds to load our clubs when we packed for the trip.
At the end of the day, if rains kept us indoors, we were okay with that, no problem with that at all.
"The shop clerk that wanted our review of 'Thick-Dick?," Marni said after she booted up her email program on her IPad, "looks like she sent a note of thanks for the review."
"That's sweet," I commented while fixing my own mug.
"Damn...really?" She muttered, her eyes on the screen, sipping coffee on a corner of the couch.
"Really what?" I naturally asked.
"Seems as if Ms.digschicks69 was smittened by us the other night," Marni said as she continued to read the email, "and, in a nutshell, she's off tomorrow night, Tuesday night, and would like to get together with the two of us for a little girly-play."
"She actually said that?" I asked of my travel-mate.
"No," Marni replied, "What she actually said was, and I quote,'I'd love to give you both the best pussy-eating you've ever had', that's what she actually said."
I spit the mouthful of coffee out of my mouth and nose, splattering the front of the refrigerator, that remark catching me completely off-guard.
"Damn girl, does the thought of a threesome get you that excited?" Marni teased but rising to help me clean up the mess.
"She serious?" I questioned further, while finishing with the cleanup.
"Apparently, she is...you know as much as I do at the moment, sweetie," Marni answered, her and I sharing a look of 'what-the-fuck' on our faces.
"While threesomes can be a lot of fun, they can also lead to the green-eyed monster rearing its ugly head...not many people can handle it," Marni commented, "especially when its all gals."
"I've seen it happen when its two guys with a gal, as well," I offered to the discussion, "So, its not just gals that can get threatened or jealous."
Marni just stared at me, her mouth opened in shock? Surprise?, her mug just below her lips, my remark stopping her intended sip.
"What?" I asked, aware that she was staring at me agape.
"You've had a threesome?" Her voice betraying her obvious shock and surprise.
"Not with women, I mean, you know that...you're my first, you know that," I answered honestly, "but, I've had a few with two guys and me, when I was in college, and I even had one with Prince-Fucking-Charming," the reference being my ex-fiance.
"You are pulling my fucking chain," She declared, not believing me for some reason.
"Marni...when I left the ranch in Wyoming to go to college, I had eighteen years of stored-up oats to sow, eighteen years of questions about life, life off the ranch. In short, if I was to be brutally honest about my first two years at college? I was a bit of a slut and tried to take advantage of being off the ranch and on my own," I explained.
"It took one of my professors who accidently overheard a couple of guys talking about me, about me being easy, to get my attention," I added, "He was a sweet old man, old-school manners and morals, and truly cared about his young charges. Thanks to him and his counsel, I got my libido under control and quit the party life."
"So, how did you feel about threesomes, how did you handle it?" She asked, her attention gotten, evidently.
"Probably easier when its one gal with two hard-legs, less emotion with guys that just want a piece of ass," I replied, "But, I think I'm able to separate the physical act of sex from any emotional connection to one or more of the partners."
She just chewed on my answer for a bit, like she was disecting every thing I had just said. After a few minutes of silence, she looked up, her face looking 'indicisive' to me, had anyone asked.
"I'm going to reply 'thanks but no thanks' to her," Marni said, "make up a bullshit excuse," her voice indicating that the subject matter was off the table, conversation ended.
"Okay," I offered in agreement, not that my opinion was asked for...
The rain stopped around ten that morning and by noon, the sun was back at work. We had just finished a thrown-together brunch of sorts, our cocktail of choice, naturally, Mimosas. Took a quick trip to the liquor store for the bubbly but, what the hell?
Around four that afternoon we decided to take one last swim before going in. We'd been on the beach since one'ish and had finished our first round of Mimosas and were now working on our second. The warm sun, the cocktails...you get the picture, we were fairly blitzed.
"My ex?," Marni said out of the blue, while she 'towed' me in slow circles in the waist-deep water. She had grabbed me when I came up from a shallow dive, putting her arms under my armpits, pulling me onto my back, my head resting against her body, against her boobs. Each of her hands had one of my titties in grasp, she walking backwards and pulling me.
Quite relaxing for me, I must say.
"My ex was into threesomes, really liked having two gals as sex partners," She said, continuing her thought, "and guys too, every once in a while he'd want another guy to join us in bed."
"That the reason for the divorce?" I asked.
"No, he fell in love with another woman and kicked me to the curb...but honestly, I had been thinking about divorcing him for about a year, he just beat me to the lawyer," She answered.
"Was that your first time with another woman, you know, when you had threesomes with another gal," I asked, curious about it, honestly.
"My first? No...no, my first would be the mother of my boyfriend when I was a junior in high school," she answered matter-of-factly.
"Really?"
"Really... she convinced my mom to let me stay with her 'for company', when her husband and son, my boyfriend, were off on a weekend hunting trip. Got me tipsy, well, drunk actually," She said casually.
"And?"
Oh no, you're not going to leave me hanging, I clearly remembered thinking.
"She 'helped' me to bed after I had trouble standing, 'helped' me undress to just my bra and panties...next thing I knew? My bra was off, and she was sucking on my tits with her hand down my panties, playing with my pussy," Marni said further.
"Whatd'ya do?" I asked with a voice full of what-the-fuck?
"I let her...shit, Jules, it felt good and when she went down on me, I just laid back and enjoyed the ride," She said in finality.
"Did you report her?"
"Report her? Oh, hell no...I had her show me how to eat pussy, that's what I did," She chuckled in reply, "we found lots of reasons to spend time together after that weekend."
"Well, you know my first, that would be you," My pitiful, by comparison, disclosure offered by me to the conversation.
"First dick?" She asked, her hands massaging my boobs the whole time, she, nor I, not caring that there were people on the beach sunbathing and walking, probably watching her fondle me.
"Joey, my first 'real' boyfriend," I replied, "He was a senior, I was a lowly sophmore."
"Yeah, me too, my first boyfriend gave me my first dick-fuck," She said, "and dick-suck too, now that I think about it." Laughing at saying it.
"Me too, Joey's was the first dick I sucked," I offered up.
"First threesome?" She asked.
"It was terrible...got drunk at a Frat party during rush week, went upstairs with two of the frat brothers and we wound up getting naked," I answered.
"Looking back on it, though," I said further, "I think they were more interested in getting naked with each other and just used me as an excuse to do so...they spent a lot more time playing around with each other than they did with me."
"Surprised that you tried it again," She mused.
"Yeah, me too...but I did," I said, "But you know what? You know what really has me puzzled?"
"What?"
"I don't know how, for the life of me, I missed out on sleeping with girls, can't figure that out for shit," I mused.
"Doesn't matter, baby," She said softly, kissing my ear afterwards, "You've caught up."
Well, couldn't argue that now, could I?...
We were laying in bed, well, propped up against the headboard, both of us working with our IPads, the sat-TV system providing soft background music. With the screened doors filtering the gentle breeze from the beach, it was an almost-perfect scene of bliss.
I had just finished with work emails and stuff and was catching up on Facebook stuff, she doing the same with emails and such.
"Son-of-a-bitch," Marni said softly, her tone one of awe, not of anger.
"What?" I asked while scanning newer posts on FB.
"The clerk, Ms.digschicks? Remember in the store when she rang us up, she had on an awful-looking smock of some sort?," She replied.
"Uh-huh," I replied casually.
"Well, she sent a reply to my 'thanks-but-no thanks' email and she attached three pics," Marni explained, her attention clearly on what she was seeing and not so much on what she was saying, "her email said, 'Sure I can't change your mind? Check out my pics', that message and the three jpg files."
