Halloween Ch. 02

There was going to be an epic Halloween party in Boulder, and we were all old enough that most of the party would be focused on young children and not so old that some of the party wouldn't be just for us. So we decided to go and bring the kids. Talking to my ex- about it, she replied "I miss those people! Can I come?" My wife Shelley looked at my ex-wife Emily and said "Why not?"

I was a little concerned, just because we'd had four years of great chemistry and friendship, and the kids were flourishing amid the lack of conflict. But we'd never spent that much time in such close association. I didn't want to screw up a good thing.

That turned out to be the furthest thing from what happened.

We loaded up the Suburban and headed east from Berkeley. With two of us driving, it's often a two-day trip, with an overnight in Wendover.

We decided we'd just rotate drivers until we were all too tired to proceed and see what happened.

I took the first leg, and drove all morning and into the afternoon. As long as we stopped about every two hours for a pee stop, the kids were OK - they were 7 and 5 and old enough to start to enjoy road trips. Emily and Shelley traded off sitting in the middle row with both the kids and we drove along listening to audiobooks and music.

We traded drivers and kept going. I finally decided to fall asleep and moved to the back row and curled up. I woke up to laughter.

We were still heading east on 80 in the dark but as Shelley drove, she and Emily were laughing and chatting.

Emily said "Sex? God no, sex was never a problem between us. We did it all the time everywhere. Don't you guys? You're such a babe, I can't imagine he's not all over you."

I was trapped between: wishing to go back to sleep and waking up knowing nothing about the conversation I'd woken up into, listening quietly and hearing some salacious dirt, and being honorable and sitting up and announcing myself.

I curled deeper into the blankets. I scrunched my eyes closed and my ears open.

Shelley laughed "Yeah, the sex is pretty darn good. And he's a good sport - pretty much up for anything."

"Really? Up for anything? Like what?"

I quietly started to pray in the back. For an instant I wondered if I needed to worry about custody. There was a silence from the front seat.

Shelly said "Oh, all kinds of stuff. What did you guys do?"

Emily replied. "All kinds of stuff too."

They both broke out in laughter.

Emily said "He used to love it when I masturbated in the passenger seat."

"Damn!" Shelley replied. "He's gotten me to do that a bunch of times. Those stains on your seat..." she paused. "Actually," Shelley confessed, "he's told me a lot of stories about the stuff you guys did. It's foreplay. We tell each other sexy stories."

Emily's voice got quiet. "He did?"

Shelly relied quickly. "Yeah. They're hot stories. I get off to them pretty hard. The one where you sucked him off in the back seat and the passenger in the front seat reached back and played with you with her hand until you came?"

"Did he tell you what happened after?"

"Oh yeah."

"What does he say about me?" Emily asked. "I mean about sex? Did he like it?"

"Oh yeah he did. He talks about how often and hard you come. He told me about the night you came a dozen times fucking him. Me - I've never once come vaginally."

"Never? Really?"

"No. Sigh. I manage though...I wish I was like you sometimes. It's unfair the way you come!"

"So it's unfair." Emily replied. "But unfair that you know all my stories, and I know none of yours. What's the hottest thing you've ever done with him?"

There was too much noise for me to get a sense of her tone of voice. I felt like the conversation was taking place on a high wire.

My eyes were closed in the back of the Suburban, so I wondered what was going on during the brief silence. I was kind of turned on by the conversation at the same time I had the feeling that things could turn south in a truly massive way if anyone's feelings got hurt.

But having played asleep, I really couldn't jump in.

I heard a rustle over the noise of the truck, and Emily said "The kids are asleep."

'Don't tell her about Jamaica. Don't tell her about Jamaica' ran through my mind.

"We were in Jamaica once..." Shelley began. "I took him to this resort in Negril. We kind of got picked up by these two women."

"Really? Picked up? Then again, you're pretty hot."

"Thank you! That's not the weird thing. [long pause] They were a mother and daughter."

"...what?"

"I know it was strange as heck. But they were - weird. They'd done this before. They were rich New Yorkers."

"I can't imagine..."

"We were stoned. But it was sexy somehow as much as it was weird. I think I was more aggressive about it than he was. I could see him stop as it all started and think about what to do. I'm always a kind of a go-for-it person." She laughed nervously.

"How old...?"

"The daughter, maybe 25 gaziantep bayan escort or so, the mom forty-five or fifty."

Silence for a moment, then Emily asked "Was it hot?"

"Fuuuuck yes. I think about it from time to time and just - sploosh!"

"You've always been bi?"

"Yeah. Look, I know you are too."

"We won't...this is awkward" Emily responded.

"No, no...not a chance. Don't worry. We're just chatting."

Then just road noise.

Then Emily. "I can imagine that was pretty hot."

And I made it across the tightrope and fell into a deep sleep.

Ten hours later, we stopped at Dan