The Fourth of July found a small party going on in Vic and Christine's backyard. Vic and Dale held forth over the barbecue and the bar while Hugo and Karl played with and lifeguarded an assortment of children in the pool. The women, on the other hand, were clustered around an umbrella-shaded table with their laptops out and intense expressions on their faces.
"See?" Twyla asked. "It's just as I said. The Morehouse group teaches male multiple orgasms on Kauai in Hawaii. They run seminars four times each year."
"Amazing!" Sonya stared open-mouthed at her screen. "Eight orgasms in an hour without losing his erection? Man, if Karl fucked me for an hour I'd walk bow-legged for the next two days."
"Oh, don't be silly." Twyla admonished "To make you walk funny he'd have to seriously pound you for an hour and I doubt his back could take it. Trust me on this. When you set out for marathon sex you go smooth and easy. Before the twins were born Dale used to spend all Saturday morning inside me and I never got sore. We still sneak off once a month or so and find a quiet B&B and do the same thing."
"An' any man can learn this?" Pilar looked skeptical. "'ugo is, how you say,
muy apasionado
but an hour? I 'ave a 'ard time to believe."
"Pilar," Christine responded, "you've got to trust me on this one. While Twyla was in Lucerne, Dale called Vic for a loan. He called a couple of times because it got to the point where it looked like Twyla was going to have to file for Swiss residency? The first time he was surprised and confused and unsure. But the second? Girl, he laid me down and did me for half an hour. I lost track of how many times I came. And he and Twyla took that course. Believe us, it works!"
"Oh, look. There are other places teaching the same technique. In fact, there's a woman right here in town." Sonya was excited. "'Gwendolyn Escher, MSW, offers fully clothed instruction in multiple orgasms for both men and women. Instruction for couples only. Courses start the second Monday of every month.' And there's a website with an email where you can sign up."
The other two women raised their eyes from the computers to look long and hard at their unsuspecting husbands. But shortly their eyes turned to Dale and narrowed appraisingly.
"So," Sonya began, "if we take some time off, turn the kids over to their grandparents and zoom over to Hawaii for a week or two we can end up with men who can fuck us senseless? Send us into those Energizer Bunny orgasms that just keep going and going and going?"
"No!" Pilar was emphatic. "There is no way we can all take off at once. That would leave poor Twyla to travel with no one to care for Dale. Impossible. 'owever, 'ugo and I could take the local class. See, it meets in the evenings after work. And it say new classes start every mont'."
Sonya nodded sagely in agreement. "Yeah, when we go on vacation we take the kids and I don't see ours being happy sitting around the hotel in Kauai while mommy and daddy take a class in advanced fucking. However, my niece would be happy to babysit in the evenings. She could put them to bed and then do her homework until we got home."
Pilar leered. "An' then
you
could do 'omework! Yes, that is the better plan."
Christine glowered. "You do whatever you think is right but Vic and I haven't had a decent vacation in years. The resort in Kauai says it offers skilled child care and age appropriate adventures while parents are—otherwise occupied.
We're
going to Hawaii. However, that isn't the real point for today. What I want to know is, do we want Dale and Twyla in our section of the Borrowers' Club?"
Once again Sonya and Pilar looked up at Dale, innocently mixing a pitcher of Tom Collins at the bar.
"Yes!"
Twyla wasn't quite that enthusiastic but Karl was tall, lanky, raw-boned and kind while Hugo was the epitome of a fiery Latin American gentleman. If either of them called Vic to ask for a loaner wife she certainly wouldn't hesitate. After all, how often would it happen?
"Thank-you, I accept."
About that time Pilar looked distantly across the yard, stroking the corner of her jaw reflexively. "I would not wan' to be a, 'ow you say, wet blanket? But if Twyla is gone for a long while an' Dale calls 'ugo for a loan an' I go comfort im an' 'e take an hour doing me? An' then I go 'ome and 'ugo do me another hour? 'ow do I get to work the nex' morning?"
All four women were quiet at the question. Pilar had raised a good point. Two hours of sex plus travel time and foreplay? That was a huge chunk of the evening. And that didn't even include showering and getting ready for bed. A night loaned out would probably stretch into the wee hours of the morning and, as she pointed out, they had to go to work the next morning.
Sonya was the first to speak. "Oh, come on. How often to we get loaned out, really? Two or three times a month, max? And a lot of them are Saturday night. I mean the guys work, too, and most weeknights they're as tired as we are. And even if we did drag into the office bleary-eyed but smiling once a month or so, wouldn't that be a small price to pay for rolling orgasms two or three times a week the rest of the month? I just don't see that there's any downside to this. Besides, if you're all that worried about how long it would take, just have the guy get a baby-sitter and come on over to your place. He and your husband could just share you for an hour or so and then he could go home."
Christine's eyes grew wide. "Shared? Like take turns? How would that improve things? You'd still be up to all hours."
"No," Twyla was emphatic, "Shared like double penetration. Two guys, one hour, everyone gets off and home he goes. Look at the time it saves."
"But," Chris protested, "I don't think I could give head for an hour."
The other three looked at her pityingly. "So?", Sonya replied, "Don't give head; give tail. I don't see the problem."
"Oh dear lord," Christine shook her head. "I've never let any guy go the backdoor route and now I'm gonna end up with one in front and one in back? Oh well, I suppose it's like you said, a small price to pay for ecstasy the rest of the week."
Just then Victor called out, "Hey ladies, the burgers are ready. I've already got the kids eating. You gonna spend the rest of the day yakking?"
*****
Halfway through August the four women met once again at Umberto's. Pilar and Sonya were smiling quietly to themselves, Twyla noticed with a mischievous grin. It seems that Ms. Escher's classes were a great success. Christine, on the other hand, had a smile of a different sort and since she'd called them all together the other three waited for some sort of announcement. When the waiter took orders for four different salads, three white wines and one ice tea. Twyla folded her hands on the table and asked, "Chris, do you have something to tell us?"
"Yes, I do. My OB/Gyn confirmed it yesterday. I'm pregnant."
"What? Really?" Sonya was amazed. "You got pregnant again in your position? Won't that put a real crimp on your career advancement?"
