A Fresh Exercise Routine Part 2
While parking their cars at the restaurant, Becky and Tim looked at each other, both feeling somewhat uncertain about the events that were about to unfold. Becky broke the silence by shrugging and saying, "It is what it is. We might as well find out." They walked inside and saw Bill sitting at a table in the corner.
As they neared the table, Bill stood up, wrapped his arm around Becky's waist, and kissed her on the lips. Afterward, he turned to Tim, offered his hand, and said, "Good to see you again, Tim." Tim shook Bill's hand, stating, "Same here, Bill. I hope we didn't keep you waiting too long."
"Not at all. I know you had a longer drive than I did. We're all good."
They all sat down, and the waitress approached to take their drink orders. Becky requested a Bloody Mary, and Tim decided to treat himself to a Boddingtons, reasoning that a single drink with a meal wouldn't interfere with his diet or driving.
"So, how did things go?" Bill asked, directing his question to either or both of them.
Tim glanced at Becky and raised an eyebrow. She nodded, and Becky replied, "It went well. I guess you don't want details, but yes, we had sex. How do you feel about that?"
"I'm ecstatic! Becky, you look amazing, and it warms my heart to know you're finally getting what you've been craving for over five years," Bill said.
"Bill, you're an inspiration," Tim remarked. "I've never met anyone as supportive as you about what Becky has done. I'm incredibly impressed."
"Thank you, Tim. As for you, did you enjoy it as well?" Bill inquired.
"Becky is a gorgeous, sexy woman. I now know she's also passionate and excited. I feel incredibly fortunate to have shared such a delightful experience with her," Tim answered.
"I couldn't be happier for both of you," Bill stated. "I'm glad I can help by being supportive of her needs. I'll probably ask her about the details when we get home – I wouldn't want to embarrass you by discussing it in front of you."
"We have your approval to continue," Becky confirmed. "Now we just need to figure out the schedule."
"I have therapy sessions on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. We can talk about other times if necessary," Bill offered.
"Tuesdays, I usually go to Planet Fitness for cardio, and then I do my grocery shopping at Meijer. I could move those to the afternoon," Tim suggested. "Thursdays are open, and I'm usually free on Saturdays unless there's a ride with my British car club once a month. I have to let you know, though, that our plans might have to be flexible."
"No problem. You'll let me know what works best," Bill replied. "As you know, I prioritize Becky's happiness and pleasure above everything else. Since I'm unable to physically satisfy her, I'm thrilled to assist."
"Yes, honey. We want to continue this arrangement. We just need to coordinate our schedules," Becky confirmed.
"Well, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and one Saturday each month are taken care of," Bill said. "Let's discuss any other potential conflicts."
"I go to the gym on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and I have a British car club event on the third Saturday of each month," Tim said. "So we'd need to find alternative dates for those occasions."
"Should be easily doable," Bill concluded. "Now, before you go, I had one last request."
"Anything," Tim agreed.
"If you don't mind, I'd love it if you got a tattoo of 'Bill' on your member. That way, it would seem as though I'm the one giving her pleasure," Bill joked.
Tim was initially taken aback, but he soon figured out that Bill was joking. He laughed in reply, "Sorry, Bill. No needles for me – I won't even consider a tattoo anywhere, let alone there!"
They all shared a laugh, and after finishing their pizza, they paid for their meal. Becky hugged Tim tightly, and they exchanged a kiss on the cheek. Tim replied with a hug and a kiss before saying, "I'll see you on Saturday."
"Looking forward to it," Becky replied, smiling. Tim and Bill shook hands and parted ways, getting into their cars and driving off separately.
As time passed, they settled into a pattern of friendship and regular visits. Most weeks, Becky would come to Tim's cabin on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. He even gave her a key, just in case she arrived early, which she sometimes did. Tim loved waking up to find Becky's naked body beside him. The only thing they disliked was not being able to spend the entire night together, but doing so would be disrespectful to Bill, and neither would consider it.
They found a way to bend the rules a bit. Becky joined Tim on some car club outings and even attending a few luncheon meetings. She was introduced as a friend, and since she wore a wedding ring and Tim had none, nobody questioned their relationship. The club members, all in their 60s or older, were conservative and had no issues with adults of different genders being just friends. Little did they know how deep their connection truly was.
Becky discovered a passion for classic cars, peppering the members with questions about their favorite models. It didn't take her long to pick her favorites. Tim was thrilled to learn that she, too, admired the Austin Healey, even though he hadn't owned one himself.
During a car club ride, Becky brought up a sensitive topic. "Tim, you really love Savannah, don't you?"
"Yes, it's one of my three favorite cities to visit. Why do you ask?"
"How long has it been since you've been there?" she questioned.
"At least three or four years. I also know that my favorite bar is closed now and it was open last time I was there," he answered.
"What made it your favorite?" she wondered.
"They had over a hundred different single malt scotch varieties. There's a second location in Richmond Hill, but I've never been there, and I'm guessing the atmosphere is quite different," he shared.
"So why haven't you gone back in all that time?" she inquired.
"It's not as much fun without company and I have Tess to tend to," he explained.
"How can we fix both those issues?" she asked.
"By bending the rules a bit," she suggested.
"How do you mean?"
"I've spoken to Bill. He said if we're going to do it, we should do it right. Not just one night but two or three. He suggested we should think about going away for a weekend," she explained.
"That's quite a shift in perspective, considering we can't even kiss on the lips!"
"Tim, you need to understand. Bill's health is deteriorating. Doctors say he probably has less than six months left. I think he's trying to set us up. He doesn't want me to be alone after he's gone," she confessed.
"I suspect you're right. So how do you feel about that?"
"Tim, I adore you. If we end up together after I'm a widow, I'm sure I'll be very happy. And I'm grateful that Bill is concerned about me. But I'll need time to grieve once he's gone," she expressed.
"I understand. Just know I'll be here for both of you. You'll need to ask for whatever you need."
"Thank you. I have a request. It's important to Bill that you and I go away for a long weekend. I want us to make love as much as possible, sleep together, and wake up together. However, it doesn't guarantee we'll end up together after Bill passes. Que sera, sera."
"Whatever will be, will be. I agree. If you're sure this is what you want, I'm in. But what did you mean when you said you want to take me to Savannah?"
"I mean it's on Bill and me. We'll cover all the expenses," she revealed.
"I can't let that happen. Let's split the costs. One of us can pay for the hotel, and the other can cover meals and such," Tim suggested.
"Okay, I'll handle the hotel, and you can take care of the incidentals," Becky agreed.
Two weeks later, Tim got out of his workout clothes at Planet Fitness and took a shower. After dressing, he picked up Becky at her house in town. Bill had relaxed the rules and allowed them to kiss on the lips, but asked them to refrain from making out. They obeyed.
The five-hour drive was filled with discussions about what they wanted to do. They planned to stay Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights, driving back on Monday. Tim had switched his trainer workout from Monday to Thursday, so that was taken care of.
Becky refused to tell him the hotel name until they reached Savannah. He was surprised when she directed him to the Olde Harbour Inn, located between Factors Walk and River Street. He had stayed there years ago, but the rooms now cost around $260 plus tax per night. Nevertheless, they were cozy and upscale.
"I figured you'd go for something more affordable, but I wanted us to have a top-notch experience since this is our first night together," she shared.
"I love it, darling. Thank you. And Bill."
Their riverside room on the third floor was high enough to muffle the noise from the street and featured a luxurious bathroom and small kitchenette. The king size bed hinted at exciting prospects, while the tote she called her 'love bag' indicated potentially unique experiences for them.
"I adore this place and this room is remarkable!" he told her. "Once again, thank you!" he added as he kissed her.
"Timmy, have you ever visited a nudist beach or resort?" Becky inquired.
"Nope, I've considered it but never made the leap. I'm worried I might become exceptionally aroused and expose myself, which could be a source of embarrassment."
Becky laughed as she commented, "I think most men have that fear, yet I'm told it seldom happens."
"So why bring up this subject? I'm sure there aren't any nudist beaches in the area," he said.
"There's a swingers' club I've heard about. A pair of friends of ours go every time they visit Savannah. Would you consider checking it out?"
"You want to partake in swinging with strangers?" he asked in disbelief.
"No, nobody's obliged to participate in anything they're not comfortable with, although everyone who enters must be completely naked. I'm interested in experiencing what it feels like to be a peeping Tom and a show-off if you're game."
"I'll do anything to make you happy, Becky," he replied earnestly.
"You already make me incredibly joyful. This will just be the cherry on top of this phenomenal weekend," she reassured him.
"Alright, when do you want to go?"
"Tonight. That way if we truly enjoy it, we can return another night."
"We should warm up before dinner," he suggested as he started unbuttoning her blouse. She tugged his T-shirt over his head, and in no time, they were both naked. They pulled back the duvet from the bed and collapsed onto it together.
As he frequently did, Tim pinned her down, spread her legs, and climbed between them. He inhaled her fragrance, relishing a scent he knew intimately. Multiple times in college had instructed her to delight in being eaten, but Bill had never been interested in doing so. Tim relished performing this task and excelled at it.
Tim took his time and used his tongue to explore every inch of her, from anus to clitoris. He licked slowly and thrust rapidly. The tip of his tongue surveyed the crease between inner and outer labia on either side. He took her clitoris between his lips and teased it with his tongue. He probed three digits into her opening and traced her G-spot.
"Enough!" Becky exclaimed. "I need your cock inside me NOW!"
Tim moved up and positioned his crown at her opening, but not yet penetrating. He kissed her on the lips, sharing the taste of her pussy with her. Once they'd engaged in lip kissing, he'd quickly discovered that she enjoyed this.
While they kissed, he carefully inserted his cock into her pussy until he reached his limit. He felt her cervix on his head and took great pleasure in that experience. Her hands on his hips urged him to move, and he started thrusting in and out of her. By adjusting the angle of his hips, he was able to strike her G-spot on entry and grind his shaft against her clitoris on exit.
Their weekly session was just a day before, but the passion they felt for each other motivated them swiftly. Before long, Becky told him she was on the brink. Tim accelerated his thrusting to catch up with her, but she climaxed before he reached that point. Fortunately, he knew she would likely climax again when he did.
Becky traced her fingers over his back and, using the fluids from his penis, found his anus. After rubbing her fingertip around the opening, she slipped the tip directly against it and penetrated. She quickly located his prostate and began massaging it, which propelled him toward climax.
"I'm about to climax, sweetie," he informed her.
"Yes, release inside me, darling."
He had no choice at this point but to comply with her request, discharging spurt after spurt into her pussy. Once he ceased, she clenched his shaft repeatedly until he begged her to stop and withdrew.
They showered, dressed, and left the hotel to sightsee. They inquired at the front desk about his favorite scotch pub, but were informed it had closed approximately five years ago. Although no comparable venue replaced it, the manager suggested a different bar that boasted a smaller but still diverse selection of single malts.
They strolled west on Factors Walk, took the Lincoln Street ramp up to Bay street, and perused several antique malls and boutiques as they headed toward MLK Jr Boulevard. Their choice of dining was an Italian restaurant called Corleone's.
Initially, they placed an order for Calamari. Becky then opted for the Eggplant Parmesan, while Tim chose Frutti di Mare. Afterward, they both rejected dessert. Tim paid the check, and they decided to hit up City Market. On their way, they crossed paths with a dessert shop named Better than Sex. Becky burst into laughter. "The person who named this place has never been in bed with you," she quipped.
Becky informed Tim that the swinging club would not kick off until around ten, so they waited until 9:30 before hailing a ride-sharing service. Tim instructed the driver to meet them at Corleone's. They waited outside the restaurant until the car showed up.
The swinging club resided in what once seemed like a gigantic warehouse. Upon entry, they encountered a doorman/bouncer who demanded their IDs and inspected them using a scanner. Subsequently, he handed them back and also provided them with a laminated card highlighting the club's rules. "Do you have any questions?" he enquired. They both head-shook in response.
The doorman directed them to the locker room, clearly a unisex space. They hastened to the nearest untouched locker, discarded their clothes, and locked it away. They went back to the main entrance, and the bouncer pointed the way to the club itself. With hands linked, they stepped in, each growing slightly anxious.
The club featured three immensely spacious rooms, each with a collection of smaller, presumably private, spaces around the edge. The first room was designed as a honeymoon suite, reeking of romance. Thousands of fake rose petals decorated the floor, while the beddings were pure white and feathered.
The second room exuded a wilderness vibe. Numerous big hot tubs graced the area. Enough for over a dozen people, each tub could host different folks looking for a wild time. The flooring was covered in sand, meant to mirror a beach. The rest of the area flaunted a pasture enclosure and a contained forest, potentially harnessing grow lamps during non-operational hours.
The third and final room was tailored to the BDSM community. The room exuded a dungeon aura, laid out with BDSM supplies to securely bind people. Setups catered to different types of bindings were strewn across the walls. Whips, paddles, crops, ball gags, latex suits, and several other paraphernalia filled the room to the brim.
During the initial minutes, the club witnessed few occupants. A small group of four or five gathered in one of the hot tubs. A couple in the other room were choosing to procreate. In the dungeon, a female was affixing a male to a table with ropes. "Tighten it once," the male ordered. The lady obliged, after which she swiftly picked up a large paddle, similar to a wooden plank, approximately four inches across and two feet long. She first teased the man's buttocks alongside the paddle's surface. She then, entirely unexpectedly, smacked him hard. He yelped and moved but eventually settled down. As he regained composure, she struck him again.
Then, their attention shifted to a woman in the dungeon, previously bound to a massive wheel affixed to the wall. A second man had shown up. One man took his place at 9 o'clock while the other took his at 3, facing the wall. Three o'clock, who had spiked the woman, now spun the wheel until the woman's face faced his groin. "Open," he instructed. She opened her mouth, and he promptly shoved his penis into it. He started pushing in and out, unable to move her head involuntarily. This went on for several minutes before he took a step back and nine o'clock rotated the woman to his location.
Twelve inches of penis pushed its way into her mouth, as the man relished the lack of a response from the woman, concluding she enjoyed this. Becky turned to Tim. "I'd like to observe this, but I feel creeped out by the way she's immobilized and forced."
"I concur. It's not for us," Tim commented.
Having indulged their curiosity, they made their way back to the honeymoon chapter. A bevy of ~20 naked denizens mingled, some as couples and others in groups. A couple made their way towards one of the beds placed on pedestals. As they lay down, a spotlight shined on them from above, bathing them in light.
Becky and Tim moved closer to the couple, who had little clothed and were on a pedestal bed under a spotlight.
"Looks like we won't have much privacy here," Tim remarked.
"Yep, noticing how the 'private' rooms have huge glass windows facing in. I'd bet sitting on the bed might activate some lighting too," Becky concurred.
Glancing around, they observed several couples and even some groups engaging in various sexual acts -- some oral, most vaginal, a few same-sex, both male and female. Curious about the outdoor setting, they decided to check it out. In the outdoor area, the beds were disguised as fallen tree trunks, large mushrooms, and other items.
One man was laid out across a three-foot-tall mushroom with his hands holding the mushroom's base. A woman, sporting a strap-on with a dildo, was pegging his ass from behind. The man's movements and enthusiasm suggested that he had experienced this sort of thing before.
Back in the dungeon, the woman no longer strapped to the wheel was gone, while the guy on the table now had two guys with him: one from behind with his penis in the man's anus, and the other with his member in the man's mouth. There was a woman tied up on a table resembling a gynecological exam table, her feet fixed in stirrups. A sex toy device was rapidly fucking her vagina and anus, both with dildos attached to long rods. Another woman from earlier, who had spanked the initial man, was now hovering over the table, a vibrator in her hand, aiming it at this woman's clitoris.
"I'm cool with letting others be themselves, but some of this just seems... excessive," Becky mentioned, observing the crying, tear-streaked woman who was trying to scream around her ball gag. "There comes a point when stimulation becomes too much, and I can't fathom why those individuals would want to go past that limit with no way to stop."
"Everyone's entitled to their own preferences," Tim responded. "I'm curious what's in your 'sex bag' and I hope it pushes us into new ventures, but I'm pleased you have no plans to go that far."
"Just some sex toys and stuff we'll enjoy," Becky teased.
"So, anything you're in the mood for right now?" Tim asked.
"Yes, I want you to make love to me outside," Becky requested.
"Excuse me," a woman intruded on their conversation. "It's your first time here?"
"Yup, it is," Becky answered, wrinkling her brow.
"I figured as much. Do you know about the roof?"
"Nope," Becky replied.
"This fake outdoors is okay, but up on the roof, you can fuck in the open air. It's well-equipped, more like a jungle setting with soft lighting, but others on the roof can see you. The neighbors, not so much," the woman clarified.
"Thank you so much! That sounds great!" Becky enthused.
"Would you want company?" the woman inquired.
"Nah, not yet," Tim responded.
"Always worth a try," she said with a grin. "I hope to see you back. Have fun."
Becky and Tim located the elevator to the roof and rode up. The doors opened to reveal a well-appointed, almost lush, jungle setting, complete with a number of other groups of people engaging in various sexual acts. Discovering an empty, oversized hammock, Becky asked Tim, "Take me, please." He moved in behind her and entered her wet pussy. Their pace was steady and enjoyable. Becky turned her head and caught sight of a group of people watching them. Her heart raced at the thought of being on display, as if she were an actress in a XXX movie. One of the men watching overheard her moans, reached down, and began slowly stimulating his erect penis. The woman beside him also started rubbing her clit. Becky's clit responded with a throbbing sensation, indicating she was about to orgasm.
Tim picked up on Becky's excitement, though he didn't know they were being watched. He intensified his motions and ultimately thrust into her, ejaculating into her as she screamed out her climax. Afterward, her legs weakened slightly, and she gently rolled over, popping out his flaccid penis. Tentatively, she took him in her mouth and cleaned him. By the time she'd finished, their audience was clapping. She stood next to Tim and nodded her head, expressing her gratitude. "Time to leave soon," she suggested.
Along time ago, Tim whipped out his app to choose a ride-share. Himself and Becky then hastened to get dressed, wishing "Good night" to the doorman who remained, while outside they saw a car approaching. After the duo had reflected on their walk, they now stood at their hotel, heading their way to a room. On arrival, everything was left behind, and like an unexpected transformation, they natively undressed, washed, and dried themselves. An idea unfolded.
"How did you like tonight?" Tim asked, voyaging.
"Dinner was culinary," Becky kidded. Her cheeks reddened as Tim took her. She turning, got a playful spanking. "Seriously, I felt incredibly relaxed amongst the nude patrons. No one stared lewdly. However, I did notice surreal acts."
"You became fired up when we got down and dirty on the roof," Tim mentioned. "Group of people watching us, a man playing with himself beside a girl doing the same, caught my attention. Might've been our act that got their blood boiling, making me, well, more engorged."
"Fair enough," Becky concurred. "There weren't any horribly bizarre acts. The dungeon was an adult film festival as far as I'm concerned, though seeing partners arranging threesomes was just regular folks having fun."
"Agreed. It seemed like I could be in line for this lifestyle. The little exhibitionist in me wants to entice some attention the normal way," Becky jokingly strove.
"Yep. Got some flashing plans," Tim prophesized.
"The bondage side of it did peak my interest," Becky suggested. "But a harmless relinquishing of control is what tickled my fancy rather than abuse."
Waning from the thrill of a rare night, they eventually drifted into a comfortable snuggle, eventually succumbing to sleep.
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