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Sitting, as usual with her legs crossed, “Wait a second!” Sandy said. “You’re telling us that you two haven’t seen each other in, um…? Thirty-three years, in Chicago, for Christ sake, and you just, accidentally, run into each other, bare ass naked, here in Elysium?”

Knowing she’d sense it, not feeling as though she were being ogled, in a perverse sense Marsha was feeling slightly let down because neither Morgan or Kenneth were looking at her. “Bare ass naked!” She had been standing, now sitting alongside Sandy with her knees cocked upward, “Yup, that’s about the way it happened,”

“Holy shit!”

“Yeah, ‘holy shit’! That’s exactly what I said,” Mitchell said.

Becoming fast friends, the six looked from person to person…

And uncontrolled laughter began anew.

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Elysium Fields 16: Wine

Topanga Canyon, California

 Saturday, May 17, 1986

 2:52 PM

Backgammon over, at least temporarily,  “Hey, how’s about some wine.”

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The three couples sitting and lying on the butted side by side blankets, Morgan and Ken were into their third game of Backgammon.

Between bites of sandwiches and munching on potato chips, Sandy, Evie and Marsha were sitting in a semi-circle talking, facing him… or rather, sitting cross legged, Mitchell had placed himself in a position to be facing the women watching – as they gesticulated with their hands – Mitchell watched the movement of the breasts of his wife and Sandy and, if Evie had anything to jiggle, he’d be watching her, too. However, Evie was a woman, after all, and though her breasts, at least to Mitchell, were not in the least exciting, she did have the hairiest thatch of pubic hair he’d ever seen and this certainly did add to the stirring beneath the towel he’d lain over his crotch ostensibly to catch bread and potato chip crumbs  

Being mere feet away, the thought of the close proximity of three naked women, that he was able to focus and concentrate on were certainly adding to the swiftly upstanding movement beneath the towel.

Minimally twenty-seven years younger, Sandy’s breasts, obviously, were firmer but, in this sitting position, having a bit more than a bit of a tummy, her moderately sized, sloping breasts lay upon the upper swell of her stomach. Looking into the hairy tri-section of Sandy’s crotch he could and certainly did see the pink, furled outer lips of her vagina.  Whereas his wife, at age fifty, sitting hunched slightly forward, Marsha’s, to say the least, moderately sized breasts actually rested upon her stomach.  Having no outer vaginal lips, all to be seen within the crotch of his wife was the tightened fissure…  But, surprisingly, primarily it was the sight of his nude wife in this idyllic setting that caused his erection.

Glancing in his direction, their eyes touching, each quickly looked away, however, slightly changing positions, Sandy purposely opened a little more of herself to Mitchell’s view.

Looking at her husband and the towel on his lap, smiling, Marsha made a flicking motion with her forefinger and thumb reminding him of her, joking?, admonishment:  “Better not concentrate too much, ‘cause,” flicking his limp penis with the tip of her finger, “I’ll know when you do.”

As for Marsha; coming to the conclusion that, though cute in a chubby way, Sandy was too young and completely ‘not her husband’s type’ and she actually enjoyed the conversation and company of both Evie and Sandy. 

Rationalizing this day as a ‘Learning experience’, and comparing penis sizes as a ‘learning experience’, curious about her reaction to the sight of other men’s sex organ… Marsha’s reaction to Kenneth was that  – retracted and hiding within his pubic hair  –  Ken’s penis was smaller than her husbands, and though Morgan had, in Marsha’s estimation, a ‘large’ penis, Morgan was one of those extremely hairy men, consequently Morgan and his, in Marsha’s opinion, large penis, were – as a learning experience – of no interest to Marsha… Although, thinking: Should good girls even be interested in seeing men, other than their husbands, naked?

Well, yeah...Maybe, if that ‘good girl’ is still horny as hell,  

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Backgammon over, at least temporarily, “Hey, how’s about some wine.”

Looking over her shoulder, “Thought you’d never ask, Morgan….Yeah,” Evie said,” I’d love some wine.”

Pulling a gallon jug of white wine from the huge ice chest, rummaging through a brown paper shopping bag, Morgan came away with a stack of ten ounce plastic glasses.

They allow alcohol in here?” Marsha inquired.

“Hard liquor, no.” Ken said, “but wine is okay,” Pointing, “See those two guys?”

Marsha looked to see two rather burly, older men strolling about the field.

“Those are ‘monitors.’ ”

“ ‘Monitors’?”

“Yeah. They make rounds ever now and then to check for the ‘hard stuff’ and to see if anyone’s getting, uh, just a bit too friendly.”

In the years of their marriage, Mitchell had seen his wife drunk only once, and that was on moonshine liquor in Peoria, Illinois on the  twenty-third of May in nineteen, fifty-nine, when she was cajoled into taking the first drink of the clear, tasteless liquid – until it hit bottom – from a Mason Jar, handed her by a… Okay, let’s call it as it was and who it was.  The Mason Jar was handed, actually forced upon Marsha by Hugh Ivy, a ‘hillbilly’ neighbor. The second, third and fourth drinks of ‘Pappy Yoakum’s Kickapoo Joy Juice’ were all Marsha’s idea.

The clear, yellowish fluid in the ice dripping gallon jar did look good so, “Okay, Marsha said, “but just a little.

‘A little’ being about half of the ten ounce plastic glass.  

©August 25, 2011 / Mark M. Lichterman