"Yeah, tell me about it. Well, it sure made her blush, but what could she do? See, Claire was raised in a very traditional, conservative family, taught to respect men as leaders and how a woman's role is to serve and follow. Which I knew she would do, cause Franco was her man right then. So she spreads her legs and now I can see her pussy. It's kind of red there and the lips look puffy and swollen, but kind of in a nice, fun way if you follow my drift. I see a white streak, like a ribbon, between the lips, and I see the wet under her on the sheet and some streaks on her thighs."
"Jesus." But Roger doesn't catch this one or say anything. He's too busy remembering. I'm picturing it and it bursts out, "I can't believe they actually let you in there!"
"Yeah, that's the way it works Bill."
"You're saying all husbands go...you know... go in the room? To see it? I'm just wondering, like hypothetically if some guy...?" Hypothetically.
"Yeah, all of us. Yeah, that's the practice. But let me finish."
"Go," is all I say to hide the lump in my throat.
"Franco invites me to come in closer, get a better look, which I cannot believe to this day. I stumble forward like a zombie, my eyes fixed between her legs. I get a scent of the sweetest pussy in the world, same as always but sort of different too, I think because she'd been fucked, and it hit's me like sledgehammer."
"My God."
"Franco walks to the side of the bed and with his big hand cups her tit, the one with the hicky. He plays with her nipple while I stare into her pussy. Then he tells her with a little laugh, 'Raise your knees up Claire, I think Roger wants to see everything'. Claire blushes even deeper and makes this sexy little yip, yip, yip sound. Know what I mean? The yip? Funny! Does Anna do that? So cute, kind of like the hiccups but more like she's surprised and happy and turned on."
"Anna's is more..."
"Then Claire looks me straight in the eye, I guess so she could see me seeing everything Franco told her to do for us. Her knees go up and as they do she must have, I don't know to this day was it on purpose or not, must have flexed the muscles inside, like inside her pussy, and the white ribbon gets fatter and fatter..."
"Jesus!"
"...It's like this creamy stream, kinda like thick white honey dripping from a bottle..."
"God! His honey!"
"Yeah, like a honey waterfall in my wife's slit."
"My God! A waterfall..." I shut my eyes. I can almost see it myself.
"Yes, exactly!"
"...waterfall of his..." I say dreamily, picturing Claire's pussy. I'm panting now.
"Yes, you're a fan too? You and Anna both? Claire and I think that waterfalls are very, very cool. I remember we went to Glacier National P..."
"No Roger. No! Focus. Is this about Claire or is it a travelogue?"
He shakes himself. "Oh, right. Ummm...Claire smiles for me and mouths the words 'I love you' which is so amazing. Then she decides on her own to make it even better. What she does is she uses two fingers to gently open herself a little down there, you know, her private female place, and a fresh wave of honey flows out of her, even more and fatter and faster. Cum is rolling down between the lips of her pussy or cunt or whichever you prefer..."
"I prefer..."
"And then it plops on the sheet between her thighs. I'm looking fast from her man's cum to her fucked pussy to her tits to her face to his hand on her tit to the hicky to his shiny dick and then back to the cum still dripping from her. Then I see she's looking up at him smiling, with her hand out cupping his balls. And oh fuck it's all too much and I..."
"Fuck meeeee. You had to get out of there."
"Too late. I was cumming in my pants, cumming right in front of them."
"Jesus!" But he was into it now and didn't object.
"I must have made some noise, you know, orgasming sounds, because I could see their eyes grow big. They saw it and then I hear them both laughing. When I look down, my pants are tented and there's a big wet spot. I cover it up quick, but I knew they had already seen it. We stayed like that for, well it seemed like a long time what with my head about to explode and those two giggling to each other. Finally I snap out of it and ask if it's OK to leave. He says something like 'Sure, see you around Roger,' and I ran out to the sounds of their laughter."
"Jesus, I mean jeepers. That had to be..."
"Thank you Bill. It really was."
"Your sweet Claire displayed like that!"
"Yes, was wayyyy hot, and she enjoyed it, could tell from the way she was smiling."
I shake my head at that. "Where did you...?"
"Wait. The adventure wasn't over yet. Out in the hall I'm making a beeline for the stairs, trying to get down to the washroom. A door opens in front of me and out comes Julian and this woman, I didn't know her then, but it was Samantha, Samantha Friedlander. Sharp woman, very pretty too. Know her? No? Interior designer I think. No? Her husband is Arnie, he's a little older, a lawyer like me? No? Lives over to Putnam Place, close to the Groveland border? No?"
"Roger I'm pretty sure I don't know them."
"I thought you might."
"But I don't."
"You're sure?"
"I am."
"Gotcha! Anyway, they're both dressed very properly, I guess their business was over, not that their business was any of my business, it's just what I thought. She's behind him, still in the doorway touching at her hair to make sure it's right. When he turns back for her hand, he sees me, then she turns and sees me too. In my rush I must have uncovered the spot, which was pretty big by then. They see it immediately, and they both start laughing. I had to cover up again quick. He says to me, 'Don't be embarrassed son, happens a lot here,' even though he knows I'm not his actual son, would be super weird, and then she giggles out, 'God, I thought Arnie was going to have a heart attack when they let him in to see me that first time' I just stood there blushing like an idiot with my hands over the cum spot until they walked away hand in hand laughing."
He stops to catch his breath, slugs a sip of his drink. This Roger may be a doofus and a pervert, but just then I was spellbound.
He goes on. "I waited a full minute before I trusted myself to try for the stairs again. For a few seconds it was super quiet, like almost spooky, and it made me even more nervous. Then I heard these sounds, and you know that feeling, like you're a thief or burglar? You know? Just being where you're not supposed to be. They were nothing weird, just sounds, coming from some of the rooms but I didn't want to get caught up there again by one of the guys. So I take off and I'm just about at the staircase when this other husband, Bobby, comes rushing up right at me with a tray full of drinks. He looks at me and says, 'Hey, dude, help a brother out, wanna knock on that red room door?' and of course I do but when I reach to knock Bobby sees the wet spot and then he starts laughing."
"Embarrassing."
"Very."
"I'm sorry Roger that you had all this happen."
"Thank you Bill. Anyway, Bobby is laughing pretty hard, but he's trying to hold it in, trying not to be loud, cause of the guys I guess, in case any of them was still enjoying sexual intercourse or whatever. That's what made him lose balance on the tray and the glasses and bottles came crashing down on the hard wood floor. Sounded like one of those junk yard car crushers, EowwwCCCCHHHCCCHHHHHchHHHHWHAPChChWHAPWHAPWHAPCHHHH."
"I think I've got it."
"Bobby's cursing saying, 'Oh, crap!' From inside the red room we hear 'What the hell?' and then the door comes flying open, and there's Jevon standing there nude, kind of scowling, his dick kind semi-hard but it's not wet so he probably had finished his business a while ago, which is also not my business. For a second I see a flash of the naked woman behind him, turns out it was Alicia, Alicia Bell-Simpson. No? Over Port Arthur way? Still no? OK, got it. Anyway, she's retired now so you probably won't meet her, and she's pulling a sheet up over her tits, which I thought were pretty nice ones."
"Mmmmhh."
"Agree with that my friend. Jevon looks at the broken glass, then at Bobby and finally at me. That's when he sees the spot which is somehow still growing and I was like, in my head I mean, how much cum did I have stored in me to begin with? Will I ever have any left for my wife after this? Cause I'm pretty sure it was the biggest amount of orgasm I ever made. Then Jevon starts laughing louder than any of them. Doors start to open and I can see heads peeking out to see what's going on. Not Franco, thank God, I think he might have had Claire in the shower by then, but some others. We're all standing there looking at the glass and the liquid on the floor. Jevon smiles, slaps me on the shoulder, and says, 'Welcome aboard newbie'"
