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Accidental Encounter
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As I filled the ice bucket from the Motel’s ice machine I noticed someone in slippers behind me. I felt a fleeting angst that might be someone who would recognize me. Frights like that go with the territory when you’re involved in an affair. I put on a smile as I turned to face her. “There’s plenty of.....Oh my God. Hazel!” Now it wasn’t just angst, it was pure abject horror. I was in that motel with Hazel’s husband, Lee. I just stood there too horrified to say or do anything. We just stood there staring at each other.

At first it didn’t occur to me to wonder what Hazel, my next door neighbor, was doing in a motel wearing the same kind of terycloth motel robe I had on. I was just alarmed that I had been caught sleeping around.

“Uh... Roberta.... Ahhh....” Hazel stammered with a horrified look on her face.

“What must she think of me?” I wondered to myself. By the look on her face she must be thinking terrible things about me.... Terrible true things. She mustn’t find out that it’s her husband I’m sleeping with.

There we stood, rooted to the floor unable to speak. All sorts of thoughts scurried in and out of my brain. It began to occur to me that Hazel couldn’t be there with Lee. I was there with Lee. She must be sleeping around too. I had just begun to wonder who she was with when things suddenly got really interesting. George, my husband, turned the corner from the hall into the ice machine alcove. “Hazel, let’s get....” When he saw me there he just about came unglued. I knew that look of consternation, of total fear. “Uh.... Roberta.... I..... Uhh..... We.....” The three of us just stood there in our hotel robes rooted to the floor.

My mind finally got moving. Hazel sleeping with George? Could I keep secret who I was sleeping with? Could I pretend that I was here just spying on them? How could I cover for myself? I can’t describe the feelings I went through in those few moments of staring at one-another.

Then, any hope I had of saving myself crashed. My room faced directly into the alcove and I saw its door open. Lee peered around the door showing only his head and naked shoulders. He was paralyzed with fear seeing us all standing there. My jaw dropped and the look on my face must have been something even more horrible than before. Hazel and George turned to see what was so bad. Lee didn’t have the presence of mind to duck back in. He just stood there just like us.

“Lee....” George stammered.
“Lee...” Hazel’s eyes got incredibly big.
“Uh.... Hi Hazel...” Lee mumbled, still in shock.

Just then, a woman and two kids walked past us in the hall, giving us a very unapproving look. “Let’s go in my room. We have to talk.” I had the presence of mind to say.

At the time we were all too much in shock to really figure out what we were feeling but certainly guilt, betrayal, indignation, and fear all played a part. At first we really didn’t say any more in the room than we’d said in the hallway. Lee was naked and those robes tended to fall open to show our nakedness whenever we let go of them to make hand gestures. It was what you would call a very awkward moment for all of us.

Hazel has always been very practical so she was the one who finally broke the ice. “OK. George and I have been sleeping together for about six months now. This is the only affair I’ve ever had and I’m at least glad that we don’t have to sneak around any more. George comforted me after that big fight we had over money last November and... well... we just kind of got together. I’ve suspected that you might be going out on me for a while, Lee, so I kind of justified it that way.

Lee looked a little hurt. “Well, we both said some hateful things in that argument. I took you at your word that you never wanted to see me again so when George and Roberta let me stay at their place Roberta listened to me and made me feel like more than an out of work bum. We got together about a week later. George was being a real jerk at the time and... well, it just happened. Then, after I got the job at Argo, and we saw the marriage counsellor we started communicating better. I knew we had to call it off. So I met with Roberta again to talk it out and... well we ended up in bed together again.

We sat around in that room talking things out for over three hours. All of us felt betrayed and guilty both. But we all felt a sincere affection for each other too. Slowly it came out that none of us really wanted to give up sleeping with the other’s spouse. It was a queer feeling. I didn’t want to give up being married to George but making love to Lee was so incredibly great. The two complemented each other so well. I wanted both.

We finally agreed to swap rooms to talk and make love to our own spouses that night, but that we would get together later to talk things over and decide what to do.

After Hazel and Lee left George and I talked for a while. He really talked and shared his feelings with me. He was like a different person, kind, soft, thoughtful. With all the lying and sneaking around over and everything out in the open we both were able to share ourselves better than we’d ever done before. I felt the irony that it took an affair... or two... to finally learn to be close. At one point he looked me straight in the eyes and told me he loves me. I wasn’t a: “I love you.... Me too.” Kind of thing. I think he meant it. I couldn’t resist hugging him to show him that I love him too and before I knew it we were making mad passionate love together, the best we’d ever had. It was about sharing, not about technique but it didn’t hurt that both of us had learned marvelous things from Hazel and Lee that contributed immeasurably to our pleasure. I have to smile thinking about how George had learned what a tongue is really for.

It was about nine that morning with gorgeous sunlight streaming through the window when we heard Lee’s characteristic knock on the door. George and I were engaging in a kind of soft 69, neither of us looking for an orgasm, just enjoying the playing. Something, incidentally, neither of us did before that time. It was nice not to just madly pursue our orgasms, but to enjoy the togetherness. Neither of us wanted to get up, we were so tired and mellow. Lee knocked again and I just yelled to him: “Come in, use your key.”

Hazel entered first, wearing that terry robe again, pausing in the door when she saw our naked 69 on the bed. Lee was saying from behind her: “All my clothes are here and....” He stammered when he saw us.

“Close the door before we get arrested.” called George with a chuckle.

By this time my mind was working very well and, seeing her in the robe, I decided to go with plan B that George and I had discussed. “Why don’t you two get out of those robes and join us here.” Hazel just stammered. I laughed. “Come on, Hazel, you’re just wearing that robe. If you didn’t want to fool around you would have gotten dressed... right?” I could tell by Lee’s smile that I’d hit the nail on the head. They paused a moment, looked quizically at each other then shucked their robes and climbed into that big king size bed beside us. George and I broke up our 69 and we all sat in a kind of a circle on our heels or cross legged on the bed facing one-another. We kind of looked at each other then spontaniously engaged in a long group hug.

Hazel grinned. “The sex was great together this morning. You sure taught Lee well, Roberta.” We all laughed. The guys had the good sense to leave opening the discussion to us.

I shivered and hugged George. “It was marvelous, wasn’t it George?” He nodded. “But it wasn’t just technique, the hiding and lying is over it’s all out in the open now and we can just... just... enjoy.” I couldn’t resist kissing Lee on the cheek. “Thank both of you... all three of you for being so understanding.”

Lee smiled that smile that melts me down. “I think the feeling’s mutual all around. I can’t tell you how good it feels not ever to have to lie again. They hugged too then we all hugged again. My two guys’ arms on my back felt very good. I shivered when George put his hand on my boob. I shivered more when Lee followed suit. Then I really shivered when I saw their other hands fondling Hazel’s boobs. We kissed our spouses then kissed our non-spouses for a while.

Lee then broke the mood: “Wait a minute here.” We all recoiled a bit. “We all know what’s happening here. But I for one am tired of being sneaky and I don’t want any second regrets. At the rate we’re going here we’re going to end up swapping mates again. I’d love to but I don’t want to do that unless everyone is OK with it.” He looked at Hazel. George and I looked at each other. George smiled then I smiled, then Hazel and Lee smiled. I gave George a big kiss. Then when Hazel and Lee finished kissing, Lee and I exchanged soft kisses which led to the very passionate kissing that he did so well. Suddenly the dam burst and we two odd couples were both making passionate love together in the same bed.

George looked over at me for approval before he entered Hazel. I hesitated about half a second, savoring my regrets. Then I grinned and nodded, noticing that Hazel and Lee were inquiring of each other too. It was with a strange combination of jealousy and desire that I watched them meld together in their lovemaking but my desires quickly became dominant and I opened my arms... and my legs to Lee and we all were consumating our newly found four-way trust.

It turned out not to be such an accident, our discovering each other there at the Alta-Vista Motel. George and I had stayed there a couple of years earlier for an anniversary outing. The view is incredible and there are lots of hiking trails into the deep woods. We spent some time in one of several sexy private hot tubs on the top floor that look out over the valley. So with George supposedly on a business trip and Hazel supposedly visiting her sister it was a natural for Lee and me to go there for our tryst. In fact, three weeks earlier we had been there together but hadn’t run across each other even going to and from the hot tubs and out hiking. We’ve celebrated the anniversary of that meeting by going back there each year together.

The path between our two condos has gotten very worn down over the last three years now. Hazel recruited her sister Yvonne and her marvelous husband Mark... with our permission, of course. Then I invited Dan, a very kind, very nice black man I’ve known for years at the library to join us with his wife Joan. They’re a bit older than we are but both are wonderful lovers. They enjoyed it so much that they brought Pablo and Jessica the following week. Just the other day a very good friend of mine who lives in the condo behind Hazel’s came to me to let me know that she’d watched Hazel and Lee and us making it in Hazel’s living room. We’d left the sliding doors open on a warm night and her living room looks directly onto Hazel’s. What we were doing was more interesting than Murder She Wrote. She felt very guilty for having watched and apologized profusely to me for it. After several long talks with her I do believe that when she talks to her husband we may have some new recruits.

What, you might ask, do I get out of sharing my spouse with others? It’s hard to put into words. Before that accidental meeting our marriage was the pits. George and I rarely talked. We just went through our separate lives, pasing on the way to or from someplace. We stayed together for the kids but it really wasn’t much of a marraige. Hazel and Lee felt the same way. During our affairs, we shared our inner thoughts with our ilicit lovers. Isn’t it strange how we can share things with others we’re afraid to say to our spouses? All of us learned things about communications from our lovers that we transferred to our spouses after that meeting at Alta Vista. George and I got very close to Hazel and Lee during our affairs and even transfering the ability to be close, to our own spouses, that closeness remained.

Before, none of us knew how to make love. I don’t mean “Touch this place or kiss this way.” I mean sharing intimate thoughts, saying special things, touching and kissing even when we aren’t going to have intercourse. I’ve realized that before Lee, I didn’t really like sex but now that I love it, I get so much from it that I can’t even conceive of how much I missed out on before. That Hazel went through the same process with George; George the engineer, George the silent one; amazes me. Neither of the guys were romantic with us, their wives but in their affairs they were just what we needed. Then suddenly after our accidental meeting, they were able to transfer that newly learned romance to us. Here’s an example from just this morning. I run a mail order business out of our home. Going through the invoices, I ran across several pieces of paper mixed in with the invoices. They were a kind of a Burma Shave add from George. “When I’m at work..... away from you..... I just can’t wait... to be together..... I love you.” So he’s not a poet but I spent a few moments daydreaming over it and those notes are in my scrapbook.

But why do we keep swapping? It’s the same kind of romancing, I think. Oh, the sex is great, of course, but that’s not all. The other day the kids came back in just after they’d left for school. Our car was completely wrapped in colorful ribbons with hearts all over it, courtesy of one of our sharing couples, we’re not sure which one. When Joan was in the hospital after that accident, we took turns bringing Dan and their kids dinners. We women also took turns visiting with him privately at Joan’s request. A few weeks ago Hazel had a flood in her basement while Lee was out of town. One phone call was all it took to bring in enough people to fix the pipes and clean up the place in no time flat. Then, of course, we had to get cleaned up ourselves and you can guess what happened then.

When we’re together we talk... oh do we talk. Sitting around naked, after making love to someone else’s husband, I just can’t keep secrets, none of us can. We go around the circle, telling about our feelings, our dreams, our desires. Even the guys always join in. I’ve learned so much about George... and others.... from those discussions. Hopes and fears that I thought were unique to me turn out to be almost universal. I’d never have found that out without our group talks. Sharing our inner thoughts openly prompts others to share their thoughts too. Jessica and Pablo introduced us to this kind of verbal sharing that they’d learned in some other organization. In fact, we all love those discussions as much as the sex. The trust that grows from those gatherings is priceless. We’ve all become inseparable, doing things together all the time. Life wouldn’t be nearly so enjoyable without our good friends.

If you disapprove of our lifestyle I’ll ask: Do you have such friends, and such support in your life? Is your husband as romantic and suppportive as mine? Is sex with your husband as joyful and rewarding as mine? I thank my lucky stars every day for that accidental meeting at the ice chest.

 
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