“I had a great weekend with you, Carl. You are such a fucking sexy man!” He loves hearing this. “If you want me to call Jo and Joe for some fun sometime, I think I can work something out with them.”
“Please do!” he answers through his mouthful. “They’ll come here, right?”
“Oh, definitely. I don’t think my apartment would be all that great.”
“Ok,” he says.
“See you tomorrow night?”
“I’ll be here,” he nods, still chewing.
I give him an affectionate kiss on the top of his scalp and head to the front door. My romper is on the floor where I dropped it as soon as we walked in yesterday evening. I should have washed it overnight. It’s not the freshest it’s ever been. Oh, well, at least we’ll be outdoors. I pull it on and step into the beach sandals. “Bye, Carl!” I call as I step out the door, close it behind me, and walk out into the morning heat to my little car.
A warm satisfied contentment envelops me as I drive. It’s not love, but so what? Carl and I have a very comfortable relationship. It’s respectful, pleasant, trusting, fun, and very exciting. It’s Friends With Benefits as it should be. It can never be a full partnership, Carl has little interest in art, in history, in science, philosophy, or most other things that fascinate me. I’ve tried to enlarge his world, but I don’t need to invest too much emotional energy into it. He’s happy, for the most part, the way he is, and the way we are. What we both agree he could use is more sexual experience with women other than me. What I think is that more women need sexual experience with Carl. He’s too good to keep on a shelf.
It’s a Sunday morning drive across town. I can’t call any drive in Austin “pleasant”, but the traffic is slightly less insane than usual on Sunday mornings. I’m heading to the west side of town, to one of those long, narrow, meandering parks nestled into the floodplains of creeks that wind down towards the Colorado River. For much of the route the road takes up most of the available space, leaving only enough room for a row of trees, a running/biking path, and pullouts for the city buses. Occasionally the landscape widens out into playgrounds and picnic areas. I pull into a parking area at one of the larger spots, where the creek abuts the grounds of a local high school. There’s a soccer field, baseball diamond, children’s playground, picnic spots, even an outdoor fitness track with various bars and rings for the energetic. This is Austin. There are a lot of energetic young people here.
I open the car door and immediately I’m beset by a group of yelling, laughing children. “Aunt Tethys! Yeaaa! Uncle Taylor said you’d be here! Do you want a drink? Come play with us! Chase me! Did you bring a Kite? Hold me!”
It comes all at once. Taylor has two sisters and a brother, they all live nearby, and they all have small children. They’re great kids, loads of fun, I adore them, and I’m so glad I’m not a parent! I lift up Krista, the youngest girl, forgetting for a moment who she belongs to. It doesn’t matter, they’re all essentially one gang. Taylor’s the only unmarried member of the family, but they’ve adopted me as his honorary wife. They are certain we’ll be married sooner or later.
Taylor scoops the little crowd out of the way, and stands before me, bending down to kiss me. He also kisses Krista in my arms, because she expects it. I put her down, and she runs off with her sister and younger cousins, while some of the other kids still swarm Taylor and I as we head to an occupied picnic kiosk. I greet Kathy, Jenny, and Blake, Taylor’s siblings. Tom, Dennis, and Brit are the respective spouses. They’re all attractive, fit, and prosperous-looking in that upper middle class, generously conservative way. None have struggled financially that I know of, they’re well educated, and take their happiness and good fortune for granted. I certainly can’t hold it against them, they’ve never really experienced that other life, and they mean no one any harm. I don’t get the impression that they think they’re superior to anyone – they’re lucky, they know it, they accept it, and they’re happy with it. Not that they haven’t known sadness. Taylor’s dad passed away two years ago, although it was not unexpected. He’d been fighting cancer for several years before. His mother is now the world-traveling widow, touring the Hobbit country in New Zealand at the moment, I’m told.
“Hi, Tethys, you look fantastic! What a great summer outfit!” Kathy chirps in greeting, looking at my simple hemp romper. It’s obvious I’m wearing nothing underneath it, I just hope that the dried residue on the crotch isn’t too noticeable. I wish I had thought to bring a change of clothes to Carl’s. “Thanks, it’s comfortable,” I answer. “I just hope it’s not soaking wet in an hour.”
Brit smirks a little. “We’ll have to keep Taylor away from you, then.” She follows with a wink.
Three women giggle, I smile, and sit beside them at the table. Taylor, Tom and Blake are already off on the lawn, chasing the kids, chasing frisbees, chasing footballs. Dennis is at the charcoal grill in his apron
“With these guys, y’all don’t need a puppy,” I point out to the wives.
“Oh, we just got a puppy!” squeals Jenny. “He’s so cute!”
We spend a half an hour discussing puppies, breeds, housetraining, dogs, children and dogs, children, and more children. Fortunately, Taylor rescues me. He‘s dripping with sweat, wetter than I’d feared I would be in my outfit. He looks grand. The kids all come running up looking for snacks and drinks, and Taylor, after a deep drink of water himself, hustles me away for a walk across the park.
“How’d it go yesterday?” he asks casually.
I smile and nod. “There’s a video record of events if you want to see it.”
“You know I do, you slutty siren you.”
“Flattery will get you just about anywhere,” I purr. It was a good workout, a good fuck, a good time at the lake, a good fuck, a good time back at the house, and a good fuck. I slept well.
“Oh, and by the way,” I remember. “There’s another couple that we were talking to, a little older but still good looking. I think we’re going to meet up with them and do some swinging soon.”
“Wow, now I’m starting to feel left out,” Taylor pouts.
“Well, you know I feel a little guilty about getting all the side action while you sit at home all lonely and helpless. God knows you could never find a girl on your own!”
“Not like you I couldn’t.”
“I don’t think you would want a second girl like me,” I laugh. But, if the load’s going to be on my shoulders, and if you can’t find your own friend, I guess I’ll have to find you one myself.”
“Will you, now?”
“I have some ideas.”
Taylor shakes his head. “I don’t think any other girls like you exist, so I don’t have to worry. But anyway, if I fuck anybody else, I’d want you to be part of it.”
“I was just thinking the same thing,” I answer. “Carl’s grandfathered in, you know that. We’ll always do our own thing. And you know he’s been good for me, and I’ve been good for him, and that’s not going to end. But in everything else, you take priority.”
“Has it occurred to you,” Taylor asks softly, “that we have a very unusual relationship?”
I nod, feeling suddenly serious. There’s a bench nearby, and I pull him to it.
“Taylor, there are just a few guys who accept me as I am, and maybe one or two who somewhat understand me. But nobody understands me, accepts me, and embraces me like you do. I know I’m not the archetype of the loyal partner, and most men would be horrified at the thought of being in a relationship with somebody like me. I don’t blame them, either. But you don’t think twice about it. You know who I am, you know what I am, and I never get anything from you but love, affection, and respect. And, well, a lot of lust and kinkiness too. I guess you’re a bit unusual yourself.”
“We both are,” Taylor sighs. You remember, I’ve had some women who made fun of me and laughed at my cock when they saw it. That was pretty traumatizing when I was young.”
“It’s a beautiful cock,” I reach for his pants and feel the growing bulge. “And I’ll show you my appreciation again tonight. I just want you to remember that no matter who I’m with, no matter who else I might want to fuck – and you know I can’t fuck just one person – it’s you I really love. I know that sounds trite, but I can’t say it better. I wish I could.”
“I believe you. And you’re the one I really love too.”
“Well then, trust me. You need to get over this fear of women rejecting your ‘flight deck’. Or, ‘flight dick’, I should say. I’m not the only woman who would think it’s beautiful, and we’re going to prove that.”
Taylor looks doubtful. “How?”
“Trust me,” I tell him.
I give his cock one more quick squeeze, then we head back together to the family. It’s gotten to be lunch time, and Dennis has, in his uniquely organized way, separated the brisket, burgers, and chicken thighs into separate packages and layouts. The pinto beans are hot and ready, and the cole slaw and potato salad have their individual spoons inserted for scooping. The paper plates are distributed, and everyone has their choice of soda, tea, or water. It’s about as typical as a Texas picnic can be.
Also as is traditional, the adults sit at one table while the kids sit at another. I understand why we want to do it that way, but it never really works out. Somebody is always leaving our table to deal with squabbles, hurt feelings, spilled food, spilled drinks, and the general mayhem that goes along with the joy of parenting. When they aren’t squabbling at their table, they’re squabbling at ours. Taylor and I smile at each other, and eat in relative peace. We may someday have to experience this joy firsthand, but not for quite some time yet.
Lunch over, the children and men are back on the lawn roughing and tumbling, while we women, as we seem to continue to do no matter how liberated our society claims to be, stay behind to clean up. The task is not too challenging, with four of us to pitch in, and most of the settings disposable. As we finish up, Jenny catches my attention. She’s the oldest of Taylor’s siblings, and has the reputation as the responsible one.
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