Chapter 16
Gwen and Jamie leaves. Freddie's alone with his bad self.
"Yes, of course, I'd love for you to come and stay for a visit. When? Next weekend? Okay. Sure. I'd love to finally meet you. Hotel? No, don't be silly. I won't hear of it. I have plenty of room to put you two up here at my house. Oh, you're coming alone and without your husband? I'm sorry to hear that. I would have liked to meet him. I hope he feels better. Give him my best regards. Yes, of course, I'll e-mail you directions to my house. Just let me grab a pen and paper. What's your e-mail address? Okay, I have it. I'll see you Friday evening. Good-bye."
When I hung up the telephone, I thought better of saying anything to Jamie about the identity of the caller or about the details of the telephone call. I don't know why, but I for some reason I kept it from her. Besides, I took the call in the den and she was in the kitchen unable to hear anything.
Now, I was suddenly preoccupied with the thoughts of my surprise visitor making an unexpected visit next weekend. Well, if nothing else, it will give me reason to pickup and clean up the house. I grabbed a couple cups of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table with Jamie. We drank our coffee while chatting like old friends who haven't seen one another for a while. We enjoyed one another's company without any of the uncomfortable pauses in our conversation that happens sometimes when you haven't seen someone in a while and begin to grow apart.
I've made an observation over the years, which is, once you've seen someone naked, experienced the pleasure of their body, and given them the pleasure of your body, there's nothing left to hide. A bond of friendship is formed where, even if years pass without seeing this person, I still hold the deep rooted fondness that I held for them, when I first got together with them. All the pretenses, along with the false barriers of inhibitions, are gone. At that point, more like old lovers reuniting, I'm more than friends with them.
There's a freeing openness after having had sex with someone, someone you ordinarily felt close to begin with, and now you're linked together in a bond of lust and in some cases love that will last the rest of your lives. Being that I was their lover, having entwined our naked bodies for sex and for love, it's as if we're one person. That, I think, is the biggest thing that I like about the swinging lifestyle. When I swapped partners with another, I instantly connected and became close friends, at least, that's how it was for me, when I was in the swinging lifestyle so many years ago and that's how I feel about Gwen and Jamie now.
Of course, there are exceptions to every rule. The exception to this is when the person who you've seen naked, experienced the pleasure of their body, and given them the pleasure of your body is an ex-husband or an ex-wife or a psycho, stalking boyfriend or girlfriend. At that point the bond of trust is broken and the pretences and inhibitions are replaced by fear, disgust, betrayal, and/or anger.
We made some small talk while waiting for Gwen to emerge from the bathroom naked. It seemed as if she was taking a long time in there but women are like that. As if peeing against a tree or in an open trough in the men's room of a baseball game, guys just stand, pee, and give it a quick shake, rinse their hands and they're out. Women look at their hair, stare at any imagined new wrinkles, check for lumps on their breasts, and turn one way and the other looking at their body to see if they are suddenly fat or are still fat. Once guys reach a certain age, the age of the baseball cap, as a daily fashion accessory, guys just don't care that much about their appearance other than to make sure there are no boogers hanging from their nose.
'Okay, just a quick check of my nose, there no boogers, I'm good to go.'
The sound of the shower interrupted our conversation. As soon as we heard the shower, we looked at one another and laughed at the fact that we had the same sexy idea at the same time. There's something erotic about sharing personal time with someone, such as taking a shower together. I put down my coffee and removed my bathrobe while watching Jamie as she put down her coffee and quickly stripped naked.
Damn, it was hot watching her strip off her clothes, skirt, blouse, bra, and panty. I love watching women, especially women who have a body like Jamie's body, get undressed and get naked. She has a fabulous body, even if she does have fake tits. Still, with her flat stomach, shapely legs, and round ass, she looks good. Only, her tits don't move in the way that natural tits move about and sway like Gwen's tits. Also, her nipples appeared unusually higher making her tits appear a bit too perky. Still, tits are tits and I love her tits equally as much as I love Gwen's tits.
Gwen was just soaping up when we walked in on her. She didn't immediately notice us enter the shower. She had her eyes closed and was softly singing to herself, while washing her hair. She was using the master bedroom shower, a space that was certainly big enough for the three of us. Matter of fact, three more could easily fit, if there ever was the cause for having six people showering and/or playing together. Hey, you never know, there could be a plane crash on my street with the female survivors needing to take an emergency shower.