(Things sure have changed around our little corner of the world.
The beautiful little black nurse friend of ours named Rwanda moved in with us, something I did not expect and was surprised when my wife Debra suggested it one evening.
Does the community know? Not really, although I am reasonably sure that most suspect. We do see the odd glances. Hell, they see us together all the time, out to dinner, shopping, going about our normal days.
If anyone had even suggested things would end up like this I would have had a good laugh.
To the outside world, Rwanda rents a room. It sure as hell is more than that, though. I wake up with a black woman on one side and a white one on the other.
I have watched both of them masturbate for me, and watched them lick each other. At least half a dozen times I have managed to fuck both of them the same night, for some reason that seems to only happen when we are having private sessions?
They both know about that, too.
Both Debra and Rwanda are highly sexed females, I deal with that as best as I can. Why it took almost 8 years for me to discover that Debra had tendencies towards being bi-sexual I just do not know.
Not that long ago, I would have said I knew my Debra completely. So that was a surprise.
But she is, so is Rwanda. It's fine with me now.)
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"Let's go, honey. We could use a few days off, have some fun and see what is going on." Debs suggested over dinner.
I glanced at Rwanda, she grinned so I knew the two of them had already made plans.
"Sure, why not." I grinned at them.
Which is how we found ourselves loaded into my wife's late model Camaro, headed for the annual country fair. Debs was driving, and it's good thing Rwanda is tiny because the back seat in that machine isn't much.
I try to sleep when Debra is driving, she tends to try and crowd people out of the way and often is running well in the high 80 MPH range. My 60 MPH average drives her nuts.
We found a place to park, near as I could tell it was maybe 15 miles from where everything was going on. Seemed like it anyway as we began the long walk to the festival.
The country fair is held every year here in Oregon and if you haven't been there, it is worth the trip. I have looked at the photos they post online, and it is people everywhere doing about everything one can imagine, having fun. If you can see just 10% of it all you are doing way better than us.
Even before we got to the main area where everything is set up, we looked up to see some lady and a guy coming. She was in the 250 pound range and had what looked like a strap with grass dangling from it around her waist, and that was it. Her breasts were enormous, pointed nearly straight down, with nipples as big around as a beer can.
Someone had painted what looked like flowers on them, and whoever it was, was not very good at it.
The guy with her had on the same outfit which was not exactly doing it's job since his dick was dangling partially exposed while he walked. Both of them looked to be in their 50's, and both of them were clearly stoned to the gills.
We got a giggle out of that once we were past earshot.
Not much farther, we came to an area with tents, people everywhere. Almost all of them were clothed, we did see one thin younger lady topless with no one paying any attention at all.
I guess I had expected more of that, but it was just people all running around doing things. Some dancers were putting on a show, fun to watch as they were pretty good.
Our entire first day went like that, wandering around looking at stuff. I half expected a lot of people to be drunk, but surprisingly, they really weren't. Lots of smiles and hello's, a very few bits of nudity here and there, no big deal.
By nightfall, we found a place to roll out our bedrolls as I was getting tired fairly early. I still get around pretty good but I was not used to that much walking, and my gals picked up on that.
The weather was bone dry so we hadn't brought a tent, thank God. The back packs were enough of a load to carry. We had three sleeping bags, three small blow up air mattresses and a little battery powered air pump which worked great. Other than a change of clothing for each of us, that was it.
The spot we picked was not very far from where a large water tank and pump sat, clearly there to deal with any fires that might crop up. We had seen several of those around, comforting the way the weather has been.
Sleep can only be described as not very comfortable, as a kid I have camped out many times but at my age, even with the light air mattresses we had packed, I would describe it as torture.
So, the next morning, Rwanda began to rub out my back, she sure is good at that and soon Debra joined right in. It wasn't long before I began to feel human again.
Then a guy came over and introduced himself as Todd, claiming to be a massage therapist. He told my Debs that he was watching and was impressed with their obvious skills.
I was thinking, "Yeah, sure." figuring the guy was trying to get his hands on one or both of them.
Next thing I know they were chattering away and it was clear the guy was either a real masseur or he spent a lot of time reading because he knew all of the terms and names of the muscle groups.
Then somehow he was sitting there working on MY shoulders, showing the women a few techniques?
Not a big deal, I had on a pair of Dockers and a T-shirt, but still? Kind of forward in my opinion. The surprise was the guy did seem to know what he was doing.
But nothing happened, and it wasn't long before everyone shook hands and we were off doing the looking at stuff thing again.
We lost track of Rwanda for a few minutes, but then she was back with a cotton candy that was half as big as she is. I got a couple of bites myself.
"Oh, look! There is Todd over there." Debra said, I looked and he was standing there watching something.
We wandered over, as soon as we got close I saw a middle aged woman standing with her arms held high as a burly guy with a full beard sprayed paint on her?
She was naked except for a small black bikini bottom.
The woman's breasts sagged nicely, the fact that they were bare was gone fast as the man sprayed the paint. I could tell that she was nude only barely, the top he painted on her seemed to just appear.
"Hi, guys!" Todd said as we stepped up beside him.
"Wow, that is neat!" Rwanda said, looking at the woman. She was standing on one side of me holding my elbow while Debra did the same on the other side.
We don't do that in public back home, too many people we know and there are already rumors going around about us.
Some of them are true, too, but it's nobody's business.
Of course, not much chance in running into anyone we knew since we were a long ways from home.
"Do you want to get painted?" I teased Rwanda.
"Oh, God. Get naked in front of all of these people?" She giggled.
"Since when did you get bashful, honey?" Debs snickered.
