The following day back to work, our equipment finally caught up, and now the installation and testing was behind. Although production had failed, it was once again up to the field people to bring things in on time. For the next week, we worked 12 and 14 hour days. I tried to call Bridge at night to check in, but didn't get to see her again until Saturday. Every evening we talked, only now on the phone whereas before it had been through e-mail and instant messaging.
The first night all we could talk about was how much fun we'd had. As Bridgette said, the entire vacation she'd felt so "deliciously naughty." Wednesday night she told me about talking with her girlfriend at work, Nan. Nan was 27, single, and a real party girl. She said that although she's never been a close friend, that they'd had discussion many times, and being single had shared information about their dates and weekends.
This time she said when Nan came by she just said, "What did you do, fuck non-stop all weekend?" When she asked her why she would ask such a thing, she just looked at her and said "Because you look like you did." She said she couldn't hold back and broke into a grin. She said she'd tell her later, so they went to lunch and she told her the whole story -- the pearl thong, finger fucking on the plane, skinny dipping, sex on the beach -- the thong on the beach that didn't cover anything -- she admitted everything. Nan was agog, saying it was the most daring affair she'd ever heard of. After she told me this, of course she said she wished we could be together as she was so horny. I promised her we'd get together on the weekend.
Late Friday night when I called, Bridgette told me all about her day, how she'd had to sit in an otherwise boring every Friday morning meeting, and unbeknownst to her co-workers - had an orgasm during the meeting. She said that in the morning she'd been really horny and wanted to be naughty again just like the previous weekend, so she'd put on the pearl thong. She said she wore it with her skirt around the house while she was getting the kids ready, then when she was ready to go to work she just decided to wear it all day. No one else would know, and she could entertain herself all day. Since her skirt was fairly long, she wasn't worried about being discovered. When the meeting came, she sat back crossed her legs and discovered one of the pearls was resting hard against her clit. Every time she bounced her leg a little the pearl would move and tweak her clit -- just a little. She told me how just before the meeting came to an end, she just started bouncing her leg again and again until she came; in the meeting, completely surrounded by her co-workers - both male and female. She said that after the meeting she'd had to go take the thong off as it distracted her so much that she couldn't concentrate. Every movement teased and tickled, keeping her thoughts on her clit and how to come again instead of her work. She said after she took it off, she went without panties for the rest of the day -- which was also "so naughty" as she was in the work environment.
From being like honeymooners and nearly fucking ourselves raw to getting nothing for the next 4 days, it was like turning a light switch off. By Saturday we were both craving each other and although that night was good, I had to work Sunday. When I got home fairly early Saturday evening, worn out and fried, I was rejuvenated to find Bridgette in my room, dressed in a sweet little negligee that left no doubt about why she was there. It didn't matter that I was feeling dirty from work and needed a shower, she didn't want kissing or hugging -- she wanted fucking, hard and fast and furious. Soon she was on her back on the bed, her legs around my waist while I stood at the end and pistoned her until we'd both cum hard. Afterward we went into the shower and cleaned up. I shaved my beard in the shower but when I started to lather up down below, Bridgette said she wanted to shave me. We got out, then shaved each other on the bathroom counter like before. Shaving each other didn't have to be arousing, but with a little needless manipulation by hand it was. Once we were both hairless we finished each other off with our mouths and tongues.
Sunday at work Peter casually asked what I'd done the night before as I hadn't joined the rest of the crew for dinner. I told him that Bridge had come over and we hadn't gone out -- just stayed in and "ate each other for dinner". He laughed and said that was fun but didn't do much for the stomach. He told me how his wife had gone home and mentioned that she thought we were pretty nice. He said that he probably shouldn't tell me this, but that was her code language to him that we were a couple that she would like to share with.
I asked Peter again about their relationship, and he told me that although they were married, they spent so much time apart that they both realized early on they couldn't remain monogamous and remain married. He said he'd been away from her for as long as six months at a time, and although some thought it an unusual relationship, it worked for them. He said that she had a friend "with benefits" back home that she'd visit quite regularly when he was away; and that he often had ladies that he met on the road. He always told her about them when he got home.
When I asked about their play, he told me that it was not uncommon in Sweden, that in the old days, it was very common for couples to have friends that they regularly met and swapped with. Before television, when the days were cold and short, the nights were cold and long, that sex was the universal entertainment. He said that besides the couple on couple swapping, that they had also gone to a swingers nudist club one summer where almost anything went.
"You swap with friends back home?" I asked, trying to figure out just how relationships like that worked.
"Not all of course, but a few. There are a some friends that we almost always share with, but with Annika and I gone so much it's not like we're getting together with them 10 or 12 times a year. Sometimes we get scheduled together at home for 6 months or more, but when we only cross paths for 2 weeks or so, being with Annika is more like being on a honeymoon."
"I think it would be difficult to tell the difference, if somebody asked you over for dinner -- how would you know it was for "dinner" -- or," I tried to think of a euphemism for what I wanted to say, but couldn't, "dinner and sex?" I finished.
