Chapter 04: Beth's Late Fee
Beth misses a payment, I insist on a late fee.
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Funny thing, the week that Lisa had me over for fun, Beth and I never quite found the time to be alone.
I wasn't doing without; ever since my extracurricular activities had started up, my love life with Traci had slowly started to grow. She was often tired or worn-out from the days activities. So I found myself pampering her a bit more, and giving her late evening massages while in bed, which I really didn't feel the urge to pursue beyond the love and intimacy. And yet, about half the time it did end up with us doing something. We'd been in a bit of a rut, nothing terrible, but about 3 times a month were all we'd been doing it. Now it was closer to two to three times a week.
The fourth week of our "Pool Club" found Beth visiting with the kids, and I was on a ladder working on the back of the house.
"What's up?" She asked.
"I'm installing a camera here that I can watch from anywhere in the house, on any TV." I told her. I didn't have to explain, she immediately understood the implications.
Even though the kids were all good swimmers, we didn't like to leave them out there unattended. So unless there were other parents around, or unless our baby sitter Jill was over swimming/tanning, it was hard for us to get inside for some private moments.
Once we had it set up, we had to give it a try, so we left the kids on their own, and turned on the TV in the bedroom. "Try Channel 6," I told her. She switched to channel 6 and there they were, horse-playing in the pool. "Turn up the volume," I encouraged her, and we could hear the splashing, and giggling.
"Wow, that's cool! Could we get that?" She asked me, enthralled with the view of the kids playing.
"Sure, but this method is a bit pricey. If you don't mind connecting to a dedicated monitor or viewing only the security camera on channel 3, instead of a VCR or DVD, it's a lot more reasonable." I didn't go into the whole technology of single channel CATV digital elimination, but I priced it for her - about $200 for an inexpensive, base system, a little over a grand for the setup I had.
She was seated on the edge of the bed watching, and I sat behind her, wrapping my arms around her, and nuzzling her hair. She didn't have a bathing suit on; she was in shorts and a halter, and I could just barely look down her halter top, and see a hard little nipple waking up.
"I believe I owe you for two weeks worth." She said softly, caressing my leg where she could reach it.
"And a late fee, of course." I added.
"A late fee?"
"Of course. For every week you're late, you have to make an additional orifice available," I told her. "You've got to be careful not to be three weeks late."
"I don't remember that part of the deal." She laughed, turning around and pushing at me. "How does that work for Lisa, since she's already putting out for you?"
"Same. But if she's even one week late, there's only one opening left," I teased. It was the first time either Beth or Lisa had referred to the other since we'd first started.
"I don't think so, Alex. You know our deal." She was holding firm.
"C'mon Beth," I asked sweetly, undoing her top and the first button of her shorts, without too much resistance. "You are incredible, but I don't think I could survive 30 minutes of you going down on me. After 15 minutes, I'm so sensitive I could almost scream."