A light flush colored his cheeks. "No, nothing like that. Just like the feel of the jets on my back. I usually splurge on the upgrade before a major presentation, as it helps to relax. You know, I read somewhere that Pele used to take a bath before each match and after reading that several years ago..."
He droned on a bit more and Liz nodded her head at appropriate parts but her mind was miles away. Back when she and Mike had first started living in sin up until the birth of their second daughter, they had lived in a two-room condo in a then relatively new development off Henry Avenue. They used to joke that it was age-restricted in the sense that no one over forty lived there.
Surrounded by other couples who were mostly in their twenties as well, there was always something to do, from tennis, to the gym, volleyball to holiday parties at the clubhouse. She and Mike had become friendly with their neighbors on either side—Alison and Ty, Jonas and Stephanie. Since Mike and Liz had the hot tub installed they hosted their friends with a nightcap in the tub after the various other activities.
They didn't believe in "Clothing optional", as Mike and Liz would say—clothes just aren't an option. All involved felt uninhibited and comfortable in their lean, young, buff bodies—the men were relatively even below the belt and the women complemented each other's looks—Liz had the chest, Stephanie the legs, and Alison the tight ass and cutest face.
Their game of dare soon included their companions, aided by liberal amounts of alcohol, and the omnipresent flesh. Typically evening events included orgasms brought on by both hand and tongue. The women would inevitably be encouraged to make out with each other by the otherwise homophobic guys who balked at inadvertent male touch to their genitals or ass. While Alison was very bi, Stephanie was more into men. Liz didn't mind the kissing or suckling but felt disinclined to go down on another female—she didn't even tolerate tasting her own juices. As for Mike, despite his macho posturing, she did get him to try a snowball on a dare, kissing him full on the lips after filling her own mouth with Ty's cum. To Mike's credit, he hadn't gagged as expected.
While the other couples did full swap, Liz and Mike, newly in love, drew the line in the sand at actual intercourse. They did on occasion share the room with Alison and Ty, competing and matching rhythms, relishing their mutual lovemaking. Once, Alison had gone over to clean both of them off with her extraordinarily talented tongue. It wasn't until years later when Liz heard the term creampie and realized that Alison wasn't the only one who had that fetish.
The most enjoyable moment for Liz had been about six weeks after the birth of their first daughter when, with her breasts full of baby milk, Mike and each of her friends had taken turns suckling on her oversensitive nipples and engorging themselves on her milk. When her friends left, Liz took to Mike in frenzy—small wonder their second daughter arrived less than 13 months from her older sister. With the new pregnancy, they had outgrown their two bedroom and moved to the suburbs west of Philly—a boring, staid neighborhood, and the adventures of their condo life became fond memories.
"Liz, did I completely bore you with tales of Lexon Crystal?"
She snapped back from her reminiscing to comment, "No, sorry, lost my head in the clouds there for a minute. I'm back."
"Good—just in time, here comes our waitress."
