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“ ‘Yeah, ‘big’is right!” Feeling the wine, “What’a big prick.”
“When he made that… uh, motion with his dick I was really pissed off but didn’t know what I was going to do when Marsha jumped down his throat, then ‘Basketball Boobs’ bounced off me again.”
Coming to her husband’s defense, “Then the Elysium guys came… You should have seen this one guy; he grabbed Clyde by his pony tail and, literally, dragged him out of the pool…
What should I have done? The nagging thought back: What did Marsha expect me to do? Feeling cowardly: Did she want me to hit him?
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Elysium Fields 25: Orgy 1
Topanga Canyon, California
Saturday, May 17, 1986
5:33 PM
“On top of Old Smoky,
All covered with snow,
I lost my true lover,
‘Cause courting’s so slow.”
Strumming again, those on and about the blankets were singing along with Morgan.
“Marcy,” his hand cupping her ear, “I want to ask you something.”
Turning to him, Marsha kissed him lightly on the lips.
“Marcy, back there, in the pool, when Clyde did that to you… What did you want me to do?”
Maybe Marsh’s blood sugar had been monitored properly on this day. Maybe having taken the proper amount of insulin mix – although her consumption of wine will definitely throw her off later in the evening. – Maybe her, as of yet, undiagnosed syndrome known as ‘bipolar’ not at play on this day... on this wonderfully beautiful day…
Remembering their conversation way back in 1958; in retrospect sometimes feeling guilty for the horrible things she’d say to her husband: “Mitchie, I really thought that you were going to hit Clyde, and I thought if you did he’d kill you, so that’s when I came between you. You did just great, honey.”
Quiet a long moment, breathing a sigh of relief, “Thanks’, baby.” A satisfied look on his face…
“‘Cause courting’s a pleasure,
and parting is grief,”
Mitchell sang along.
“and a false hearted lover
is worse than a thief.”
****
Standing, “Know what?” stretching her arms upward, Evie’s small breasts flattened onto her chest as, in profile, her sharply protruding nipples, thick brush of pubic hair and shapely buttocks stood out in sharp contrast to her near shapeless body, “We haven’t been in the Jacuzzi all day.” Grabbing Morgan by an arm, pulling him up, “Come on, anyone want’a come along?”
Remembering the Jacuzzi from his last visit, thinking that being in, in truth, a hot tub with a dozen other naked people, maybe, a bit too much for Marsha, looking at his watch, “Maybe we should be heading home.”
Acclimating to Elysium. Absolutely shocking her husband, really acclimating to Elysium! “Mitchie, we’ve no-one we have to make dinner for, so what’s your hurry?”
“Kenny and me, we’re planning on Tony Roma’s for ribs and you’n’Mitch… And you, too,” looking at Evie and Morgan, “are more than welcome to join us.”
“Yeah, Sure,” Evie said, “Morg’n’me…” looking at Morgan for approval, which, affirmatively nodding his head, Morgan gave, “…we’ll go along for dinner.”
Vaguely wondering if, after dinner, there would be an invitation to someone’s home and what do friendly nudists do after a day of romping naked in the sun while drinking—glancing at the now empty gallon wine bottle – possibly too much wine.
“Yes, I’d really like to sit in the spa for a while and,” looking at Mitchell, “he loves barbeque ‘baby-backs’ ! Don’t you, honey?”
Also remembering: Hidden by the foaming, bubbling water, Sandy holding his penis as – wondering if his semen would dissolve in the hot water or float to the top – it was only by sheer will power that he was able to keep from ejaculation.
“Yes, that's true , I do love barbequed ribs and Tony Roma’s in particular. So if you want to hang around for a while then go to dinner, it’s fine with me, Marcie.”
“Okay, good!” Stranding, “Come on!” urging Mitchell to his feet they followed Ken and Sandy, Evie and Morgan across the field to a narrow, flagstone upgrade.
Within moments hearing the mummer of mixed voices, the flagstone path opened to a wide, tree lined concrete terrace with a steaming, twelve by sixteen foot bubbling Jacuzzi containing, minimally, two dozen naked men and women; some sitting upon the coping with legs dangling in the water. But – no monitors here – most of the men and women in the water were in varying degrees of…? camaraderie.
Stranding stock still, Marsha’s eyes traversed the huge Jacuzzi, along with the men and woman: some standing apart, most standing closely together… some standing very closely together… some standing very closely together in…? not too discrete positions. A man and woman in a corner were standing front to back with her head resting upon her arm with her arm resting upon the corner coping as the man, very closely behind her… unable to see beneath the water, the man behind her was…?
Watching…
Becoming impassioned…
Marsha Lipensky, a ‘voyeur’?
Des Plaines, Illinois
December 31, 1961
A Really Happy New Year!
“No, Mitchie, don’t move!”
earlier
Running across the sidewalk every half hour or so to check on their sleeping children, Marsha and Mitchell had been invited to attend the New Year’s Eve party at the home of neighbors, Ray and Martha Neumann along with Dave and Jennifer Forman, plus friends of the Neumann’s: Hal and Shirley Steinway.
As the night wore on and liquor bottles emptied, Dave suggested, if no one objected, to welcoming in the New Year by watching some of Ray’s 8mm stag films.
And as no-one there was feeling any pain, the suggestion was heartily approved by the Neumann’s, Steinways and Jennifer Forman.
Having had one more than his usual three drinks, Mitchell, of course, well knew what stag films were and, never objecting to getting horny, although having no idea what Marsha’s reaction might be to pornography, Mitchell also, very heartily agreed.
Marsha Lipensky—having two more than her usual quota of no drinks—whispered into Mitchell’s ear, “Dirty movies?”
“Yeah,” Mitchell whispered back. “Very dirty movies.”
And pleasantly, very pleasantly surprising him…
“Yeah,” Marsha said aloud, actually surprising the Neumanns, Formans and Steinways, “I wann’a watch dirty movies!”
©September 10, 2011 / Mark M. Lichterman
