This story is pure fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. (wink)
Reading the previous part will make the following easier to understand. The last few paragraphs of part 4 are included.
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While Dorothy showered Matt asked John how he felt about it.
"It was really weird, I felt jealous, very very jealous, I almost stopped you several times, but each time I looked at Dor and saw how much she was enjoying herself, and I just couldn't." There was another long pause, then he added, "and the more I watched the more I liked watching."
Another long pause was followed by another out of the blue question just as Dorothy stepped back into the room, back in her dress of course. John asked, "How long are you going to be staying and can we do this again... soon?"
Dorothy chimed in, "Yes, very soon."
Matt, who was sitting on the bed naked waiting for the shower, looked down at his cock and pretended to ask it, "Well old buddy, you want to play with Dorothy again tomorrow? What?"
Matt looked up and said, "He said he'd be happy to play with you again, anytime."
Dorothy kissed Matt on the cheek, winked and said, "Tomorrow then."
John shook his hand and they left.
Matt downed another shot of his single malt. He sat for awhile almost overwhelmed by the turn of events. He'd never imagined... then thought to himself, "and I thought the reunion was going to be fun."
To say that Matt was getting a bit overwhelmed by the attention he was getting would have been an understatement. When he'd seen Dorothy walking by in her bathing suit that one afternoon his little brain took over and he wanted fuck her. Now that he'd actually done it, and with the approval of her impotent husband, he was getting afraid he may have created a monster.
Their first "encounter" was on Wednesday, they'd returned for a proper fucking on Thursday and today was Friday, the day before the big family reunion at the Soaring Honker RV Park. Matt was looking forward to a relaxing day.
He finished his morning run and stepped into the park office to say his usual good morning hello to Dorothy and John. John wasn't there but Dorothy was behind the counter. She stepped out from around it. Matt expected the usual hug. She instead pulled him to her, pressed her hips tightly against his. It wasn't the open mouthed passion driven french kisses of last night. It was a light but firm closed lip kiss, a smooth. Matt grabbed her ass and kissed her back.
The playfully pushed him away, "Now stop that, someone might see." Dorothy said and then added, "But ,God, I can't wait until tonight," she giggled to herself, "and the night after, and the night after that."
Matt maneuvered her behind the counter so no one could see if looking through the windows. With his hands he pulled her dress up high enough to slip his hands under her panties and take a hand full of bare ass in each hand. He gently squeezed her ass cheeks, "Anything I can do to help."
She smiled, patted his chest and said, "Now go sit down, I'll get the coffee."
John was out working on the showers, someone had managed to break a valve. The empty part of the park Matt hadn't reserved for the reunion was filling up because Monday was a holiday. It was busy, the park was almost full, and they needed everything working.
They sat at the table sipping coffee, the office door was open and to the left behind Dorothy. She was sitting to Matt's left with her right hand on his thigh while gazing out the window. .
Matt caught her eye, she smiled and he winked, "So, how are your lady bits feeling this morning?" Recall, she had officially lost her virginity and had three orgasms less than 12 hours ago.
Dorothy blushed and then smiled and looked at her coffee. Then she coyly looked up and said, "Wonderful, although it's a distant warm kind of wonderful," then adding as she looked over her coffee cup, "not really sore, but I'm acutely aware of my lady parts this morning."
"Well I'm not surprised one little bit. They got a work out. Last night was really great, and I have to admit I was surprised you went on for as long as you did," he said ending with another wink.
Dorothy blushed again and looked out the window to watch a truck and trailer pull-up and said quietly, "I surprised myself, I never thought I could act like that, I wasn't raised to be a slut," and then whispered, "but if felt so damned good." She sipped her coffee lost in thought.
Matt saw her eyebrows furrow, "Hey," he said, "last night wasn't about sluttiness or fooling around. There was nothing slutty about it. It was about a loving couple wanting to get past a debilitating problem and experience sex as it's meant to be. Do you regret doing it?"
Dorothy looked down as if embarrassed, hesitated, and said, "Yes... but then again no. It makes me consider all we've missed over the years. I truly wished John could have..." she stopped deep in thought.
Matt really did feel for her.
Matt looked out the window with her then said, "He's a great guy" then, after a moment of thought, added, "What I never expected was that John is a cuckhold." He'd added that to suggest to her that John liked the experience.
Dorothy scrunched up her eye brows again and quizzically looked at him from over her coffee cup and asked, "A cuck what?"
"Cuckhold," he said louder, "It's a term used for men who like to watch their women, girlfriends, usually wives, have sex with other men."
Dorothy laughed and said, "Good God, it's so common there's a name for it?"
Just then a woman walked in the door behind Dorothy and paused. Her head was tilted to the side looking at Matt.
Matt winked at her and smiled.
The lady grinned back, Matt said, "Dorothy, you have a customer."
The woman stepped in as she said, "That's an interesting conversation to walk into the middle of. Am I in the right place to check in or should I come back a little later." She had a huge smile on her face as she stood waiting for a reply.
Matt smiled and quickly brought his coffee cup, raised it to her and said, "Oh no, you're in the right place. We were just making... um, conversation" he said in an intentionally unconvincing way, "ya, that's what it was, conversation."
Dorothy turned 1,000 shades of red as she got up and hurried behind the counter, stammering "I'm so sorry" and gestured to the counter "please."
The woman stepped to the counter and in a few moments was followed by a man and three children all under the age of 10 and running amok.
Then his little brain took over as Matt examined the wife. "Holy shit those are nice legs" he thought to himself.
Yes, Matt is a leg man, and an ass man, and a breast man, and a, well, I suppose you get the point.
It took Dorothy about 10 minutes to get them assigned a space and checked in.
Matt sat and watched. Every few moments the wife would glance his direction and his smile would grow each time. She obviously knew he was checking her out, and didn't care one damned bit.
He admired what he saw. She was tall, probably 5 ft 8 or 9 in, hair was a dirty blonde cut in a layered tinted way that looked a bit like one made popular by Jennifer Anniston a few years back. She was nicely shaped, strong shoulders, breasts were probably a C cup hidden under a pull over tank top, nice tan lines visible, sports bra underneath making her breasts appear smaller than they likely were, no nipples visible, nice waistline, no belly to speak of, motherly hips, sport shorts on, long shapely smooth legs, pink tennis shoes with bobbed socks, and designer sun glasses tipped back on her head.
This was a woman who took care of herself.
Matt was guessing she was about his age, "Older for a family with those young of children, probably a professional of some sort, started the family later, career first," he thought.
Matt saw that after a glance from the woman, a glance mind you not a word spoken, the man took off after the kids who had run outside screaming.
He chuckled to himself and thought of a comedian he liked to listen to on the road, "husband was well trained, her mother would be proud."
The woman asked to use the toilet and Dorothy showed her where it was.
Dorothy was still at the counter when the wife reappeared. She walked past and said, "Good bye" to Dorothy. Then, just before she stepped out the door she glanced at Matt, "Nice meeting you Mr. Cuckhold," winked and left laughing and saying, "I'll leave you to your conversation."
Dorothy looked at Matt.
Matt looked at Dorothy.
Then they both burst out laughing, Dorothy so much she had tears in her eyes.
It took a few moments before she was able to regain control of herself and return to the table. She sat fanning herself and said, "Thank God they're from Minneapolis, I'd have been mortified if someone around here learned about... " she let the sentence complete itself.
Matt let his curiosity change the subject, "So where did you put Ken and Barbie?"
Dorothy laughed and said, "It's Denise and Larry and they are on pad 22. They wanted 50 amp with full hook-ups and only made the reservation last night. It's not the best spot but it was the last we had. We are fully full full."
A few minutes passed by and Dorothy's hand was back on his thigh, she gently stroked it.
Matt noticed her nipples were showing, "Something has her interest," he said to himself.
Dorothy said, "So sex as the husband watches huh? And the husband supposedly likes it?"
"Oh, that's it." Matt thought and then nodded saying, "Oh yes, it's not at all uncommon. For whatever reason some men find it arousing to watch and women seem to like lit when their husband or significant other is watching. In fact the internet is loaded with videos husbands take of their wives having sex with other men."
"VIDEOS? They film it and then share it?!" Dorothy said in shock, "My God I can't imagine."
