The ringing of the phone jolted the images of Jolene from my mind. I fumbled for the remote and pressed the mute button silencing the buzzing fuzz noise of the snowy screen.
“It’s 12:30, where are you?” my wife inquired.
“I was just on my way out the door baby,” I lied.
“Well hurry up. I’m at the Sea Cow on the board walk. I’ve been here for a half an hour already,” Kelley said.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I replied.
I jumped off the bed and stopped the tape I had recorded of Jolene’s second episode. I rewound the original tape and quickly showered. I stroked my dick in the shower and came to the image of Kelley’s girlfriend fucking like a whore. I brushed my teeth, slipped on my bathing suit and sandals and went back into the bedroom of the detached beach cottage. My thoughts were scattered on questions I needed answers to as I replaced Jo’s tape and stored mine inside my suitcase. All my paradigms had shifted of Ray, Lisa, and Kelley’s friends. How Ray and Lisa had managed this, what type of kinky ass stuff were they into, who else was on the tapes, and what knowledge Kel had of the situation were just a few of the thoughts bouncing through my head.
I headed out the door and past the main beach house owned by Ray and Lisa. Prior to Kel calling, I had wanted to look through their bedroom and see what else might pop up. I hurried past the house and made the short two block walk to the Sea Cow Eatery. I slowed my pace the last block attempting to formulate the questions I wanted to ask Kelley. What was blowing my mind was that all the girls that I hoped were on the tapes, including Jolene, were all still very good friends with each other including Ray and Lisa. What the fuck was this all about and what the fuck did Kelley know? I knew I would have to ask the right questions without looking like a drooling idiot.
I walked into the restaurant stopping to let my eyes adjust to the light. I saw my wife on the porch area of the eatery. Her back was to me and the sea breeze fluffed her blonde hair as I ordered two beers, fish and chips, from the bar and told the barmaid to bring them out to the patio. Kelley looked great in her bikini; her tanned legs were stretched out onto another chair, reading her book. I kissed the top of her head and sat in the chair beside her.
“It’s about time. I can only imagine what kept you,” Kelley said with a knowing look on her face.
“I sorry. It was hard to leave,” I mocked in a silly voice.
“I can imagine,” she said as her eyes peeked over her sunglasses down to my crotch.
The barmaid approached bringing the two Mich Ultras and said our lunch would be up shortly. Her breasts bounced uninhibited in the logo t-shirt bringing a sharp kick from Kelley into my shin. She removed the two empty beer bottles my wife had drank and made her way to the half dozen other patrons on the patio. The sun was warm, the sound of the breakers soothing, as I drank down half of my beer.
“Well? Did you get your jollies off watching Mary Beth?” Kelley asked.
“Didn’t get that far. I watched Jolene two,” I replied.
“Jolene two? There was another tape of Jolene?” Kelley asked.
“Uhmmm, actually there’s a Jolene two and a Jolene three. Haven’t seen number three yet, but two was amazing” I said to an opened mouth Kelley.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. I guess she must have liked what she got,” Kelley said.
“No pun intended, but it’s a little deeper than that. So, what’s up with your friend Mary Beth? Is that going to be her on the tapes marked Mary?” I asked diverting the conversation.
This was one part of our relationship that I truly admired. It was both our second marriages and one of the things we enjoyed was the ability to talk about anything and everything. We are a very sexual couple and sharing fantasies coupled with uninhibited sex was fantastic. God how I wanted to know about little Mary Beth. Just the thought of her innocent looking little self naked and fucking Ray and Lisa had my cock twitching.
“Come on Kelley, you know I’m dying to hear it? How much do you know about her and our kinky friend's escapades? How many of you girls have they fucked?” I mockingly pleaded.
I drained the rest of my beer and ordered two more when our food arrived. I cursed myself for doing what I knew I shouldn’t. Asking too many questions too soon. Slow down boy I thought to myself.
“This is what I know about Mary Beth,” Kelley began. “About a year ago we went out after work for drinks. She was hitting the screw drivers pretty quick and wanted to talk. Mary Beth said she knew her husband was fucking around with his secretary and even took her with him on some his business trips. She told me what was good for the goose was good for the gander and she had found herself an F.B.”
The waitress brought our beers interrupting Kelley’s story. My dick was already hard and straining against my nylon shorts. This was at least Kel’s fourth beer and I knew I could get the down and dirty scoop.
“What’s an F.B.?” I asked.
“A fuck buddy,” Kelley said, laughing at me.
“Anyhow she wouldn’t say who it was. She did say it was some of the best sex she’d ever had and was glad her husband ‘gave’ her the chance.
I almost choked on my swallow of beer when Kelley told me that Mary had said Kelley should try some.
“You seemed to have known it was Ray and or Lisa by your comments last night. How did you find out?” I prompted.
My heart thumped and my stomach knotted as Kelley continued. To make a long story short she told me of the night that Mary Beth and she had gone down to the cottage for a weekend with Ray and Lisa while I was on a trip. She said the four of them had done the beach thing all day and had come back to the main house to continue partying. Later that night, Mary Beth and Kelley had made their way back to the cottage. The thought of my wife and Mary Beth in panties and night shirts sleeping together crossed my mind. Anyhow, Kelley said Mary Beth made an excuse to go back to the main house. Kelley said she thought nothing of it and went to bed leaving the night lamp on. Kelley then told me Mary came back about two hours later weaving through the door and plopped down on the bed sans panties and obviously well fucked. My cock was throbbing as Mary then told Kelley that she guessed she knew now who her fuck buddies were.
“Jesah resah. Little Mary Beth,” I grinned.
“Yep, little Mary Beth isn’t quite what people think of her,” Kelley replied.
“And your other girlfriends if that’s them on the tapes? What do you know about them?” I asked.
