Sitting in my parked car behind some bushes, I reviewed recent events in my head. I was visiting my friend Timothy at his trailer park when I met... Cordelia, no Mary-Elizabeth.
Mary-Elizabeth and I snuck off for a quickie on a patch of fine Kentucky bluegrass. Later I realized that she was both married and had given me a fake name.
I didn't stick around to see how the rest of the night was going to go down, I changed clothes and disappeared to where I was now.
I wasn't angry... well maybe a little. There were rednecks, and hillbillies out searching in the dark for me. Retreat wasn't my style. I looked at my reflection in the rear-view mirror of my car trying to decide what to do next?
I could easily drive out of state and forget about it all; however there was no fun in that. Back in my time with the Dutch Army, we had something called Tegenaanval, which was to always follow every withdrawal with an attack!
I used Tegenaanval when I was in Afghanistan pinned down by a sniper to good effect; I was determined to use it again tonight!
Climbing out of my Lexus, I popped the trunk for my third costume change of the day. I put on an old pair of glasses, with the frames removed, a grey wig, and a fresh set of clothes. Once dressed, I took an airline pillow out and shoved it up my shirt.
Strolling back into the trailer park at a very leisurely pace I enjoyed the warm Kentucky summer night. The mosquitoes were gone and the moon was out briefly, it was very nice. In the low light I looked like a different person, however if the sun were up, I'd certainly look like a bad Halloween costume.
A man in his thirties with a can of beer in each hand ran up to me, he tried to catch his breath as he spoke.
"Excuse me sir." He tried to say.
I put on my best southern drawl as I spoke. "Yes?"
"Did you see a man around forty, with short hair and white clothes go by?" He said.
"No, I can't rightly say I have." I replied carefully.
"Ok, thank-you!" He said running off, "Have a good night!"
I stood there in the dark confused; that conversation made no sense at all. Shaking my head, I started walking, I had a mission to accomplish.
When I found the trailer, I looked around before climbing on top. It had been years since I shimmied up a building, but it all came back easily to me. Finding the opening on the roof, I stuffed the wig and glasses inside the pillow before setting it aside.
I stuck my head in listening carefully; it sounded unoccupied, which worked with my plan. Turning around, I slipped my feet in then lowered myself in.
I quietly adopted a crouch, I knew it'd be hours before he returned, but when he did, I'd be ready to pounce!
"My lord," a woman's voice said from the darkness of the trailer. "I see that you've returned?"
I froze, I hadn't heard any breathing when I did my listening check. This complicated things greatly. I turned around to face the voice, if they were armed, I was sunk!
"You didn't come here to see little old me did you honey?" I recognized the voice, it was Mary-Elizabeth!
"Uh..." I was at a complete loss for words.
"You were here for my dear husband weren't you?" She said casually.
Her calm frank demeanor left me off balance. I couldn't think of a lie, so I decide to go with the truth.
"Sort of..." I said quietly.
"Sweet-heart, did you know what he had planned for you?" She asked.
I shrugged, then remembered that she couldn't see me.
"I'm guessing it involved some rope and a tree?" I said with a smile.
"Heavens no! We're not Democrats!" She said with what sounded like dry humour.
I knew enough about the US to know that I didn't understand that statement. I decided to stay quiet.
"Sweet-heart, let me tell you. We both love the south, and the Confederacy, but we are God-fearing folks, there is absolutely no hate in our hearts!" She sounded dead serious.
"So if he wasn't going to hang or burn me at the stake, what was his plan?" I said sternly.
Mary-Elizabeth started laughing. I didn't know what was so funny, but I hoped that if she had a rifle, she had the safety on.
"Honey! He was going to initiate you!" She said amid her laughter.
I was confused.
"The last time I was initiated I had to stand on a table with my pants down, a beer in one hand and a rifle in the other." I said. "I had to drink the beer before I could put out the burning toilette paper!"
She couldn't stop laughing at that. I didn't mean to make her giggle, but until I could verify the presence of a weapon, humour wouldn't hurt.
"Honey, that's the funniest thing I've ever done heard!" She said finally catching her breath. "That's why you have such a hot ass!"
I couldn't help but laugh as well. I knew how to drink, so it wasn't a problem, but the other recruits weren't as swift that night.
"So what did he have in mind?" I asked.
"He was going to shake a can of beer and spray it all over you!" She said bursting into laughter all over again.
I was bamboozled, none of what she said had made any sense. I knew that Americans were unique amongst the English speaking world, but this truly took the cake.
"Mary-Elizabeth, if that is your real name..." I started to say. "What was the point of it?"
"We're a group of swingers! We wanted to initiate you into the group!" She said emphatically.
I once was blind, but now I could see what was going on. It all made sense now! The beer cans, the polite dude in the dark. I felt so stupid.
When I didn't respond Mary-Elizabeth kept speaking. "Your friend Timothy, and his wife belong to the group."
Snapping out of my fog of confusion, I couldn't help but laugh. He tried to tell me not to leave. Mary-Elizabeth joined into the laughter.
"So how do I join?" I asked whipping my eyes.
"Tomorrow act surprised when they surround you." She said smiling, "They'll shake their beers, and then spray you! After that you're in!"
I shook my head, I was felt so embarrassed. I looked up through the roof vent, the stars above twinkled.
"I shall do my best to act surprised." I said. "I'll see you tomorrow perhaps?"
I bent at the knees, I was going to leap straight up, grab the sides of the vent and pull myself out.
"Where are you going?" Mary-Elizabeth said. "My husband is out chasing you, and I want some lovin!"
I noticed that she didn't call me sugar, or something like that, it was time for lovin indeed! I took a deep breath before removing all my clothes and piling them on the floor. If these odd people wanted to bath me in beer, then share their wives with me, I was more than willing to join!
I followed Mary-Elizabeth's voice to her, she explained how their swinger club worked, no sex in public, and most importantly always respect a no. After the applause I got during my run that morning, I had a feeling I'd get very few women declining to be with me.
I bumped into her bed; although I had been in that very room eighteen hours before, it was so dark, I had to grope around.
"I'm over here." She said.
Climbing on top of her, I noticed that she was naked with her legs wide open. As we kissed, I felt around for that gun I suspected she had. If she was setting me up, I wanted to be ready.
"What on earth are you reaching for?" She asked me. "We don't need condoms, and unless you're going down on me, I'm already well lubricated."
"I like to make the creampies, not to eat them." I said rubbing my cock against her.
"Oh! I do declare that someone is very glad to see me!" Mary-Elizabeth said grasping my rod and lining it up with her pussy.
Like a hot knife in butter, I sank into her. She was incredibly wet! She must have gotten very aroused talking to me in the dark.
Like a greyhound in a race, I took off as soon as I was inside her. I pumped my pelvis in and out of her repeatedly. She held me by the shoulders and moaned loudly; Mary-Elizabeth had no fear of attracting attention to her trailer.
I slowed my pace, as I tried to find her face, I wanted to kiss her on the lips, and more importantly I wanted those tits of hers. Her lips were soft, and her breath smelled good, as if she brushed.
Placing a hand on each breast, I squeezed them roughly, then leaning forward I put my face on the top of her shoulder. If I was to join a swinging club, it was time for me to do some advertising. My lips ducked deeply upon her flesh, and my teeth nibbled as my tongue flicked across her reddening skin.
While I was doing this, I started fucking her with greater speed than before. My plan was to distract her with sex while I marked her, it succeeded very well! She placed one hand on my bicep, and the other on the back of my head.
I thrusted with the power of a rocket ship each time I plowed into her; the slaps of our bodies rang in our ears as I left my mark on her. When I felt satisfied, I pulled my head up, then placed her large legs on my shoulders.
"I'm not a monkey!" She said laughing. "I don't think my body will bend that way!"
