Please read Part One for context.
Jean and Marie's Trip to Omaha Part 2
Picking up where we left off from 'Jean and Marie's trip to Omaha Part 1.'
Marie pulled her car to a stop under a large shade tree at a rest stop, which sat further off the road than most because the highway was re-routed some years back. George and her would stop here back in the day for some outdoor adventures.
"Oh, what a quaint little spot," Jean said, with a little slur, a reminder to Marie that she was the designated driver for the rest of the day.
"Yes, it is. There is a picnic table further back behind the restroom building, out of sight of the highway, shady trees there as well. Your father loved to stop here for a picnic, and then fuck me on that table," Marie said, with a laugh.
Jean giggled, "Bill is always trying to get me to fuck him outside, but I have never been bold enough."
Marie could tell it bothered Jean, that she has not been able to do the things with Bill, that Marie had done with her father. "Don't worry honey, before you know it, you will be spreading your legs for Bill anywhere and everywhere he asks, and for whomever he asks."
"We are still an hour away from where I was planning on us stopping for lunch. Maybe we should have a little brunch at the picnic table before we continue our drive."
Jean jumped up and down like a happy little girl and said, "Yippie! a picnic." Jean grabbed herself another wine cooler and a diet coke for Marie, as she grabbed up the little picnic basket with the sandwiches and a blanket.
Jean was whistling and very happy. Marie couldn't help but notice that Jean was so different after she had been drinking, and her inhibitions were lowered. Marie, like Bill, hoped there was a way to have this Jean around all of the time, and not just after she had a few drinks.
When Jean arrived at the table, she was surprised at how secluded it felt. Aside from the sound of a distant semi going by, you would not know you were close to the highway; and facing the other side was open farmland.
Jean took another drink and said, "Oh, I wish Bill was here right now. I would let him fuck me on this table like you and daddy used to." She asked, "Is it the same table, Marie?"
Marie replied, "Well, it sure looks like it," as she popped the top on her diet coke, and walked around the table looking at the boards. "It is! Come here and look at this, Jean."
Jean went over to where Marie was standing and saw scratched in the weathered wood, 'George heart Marie.'
"Your father loved to leave little signs like this, when he would fuck me outside."
"Marie," Jean asked, "did dad always say fuck, when you would have sex, and not say make love?"
"Yep, your father loved to say, 'Marie, get over here. I need to fuck you, right now!' You see it was like a little game we played. George would say we are in love and when we make love, we are fucking; it is more natural. In many ways, sex is best when you're having sex with someone you love; but sex is also great just for the sake of sex. Love is mental, an emotional state; fucking is a physical state.
"Marie, when you said I would get to the point where I would spread my legs for Bill anywhere he asked, and with whomever he asked," Jean queried, "did daddy have you fuck other men?"
"Oh yes!" Marie exclaimed. "Remember, I never told your father, 'no'--but I wanted to do it, as well. It is fairly common, really. Back then, it was called swinging; then later, swapping. Today, the phrase, 'Hotwife' is used; but it is all the same thing.
"And it is Bill's profession to study the sexual practices of the various cultures around the world. It is very common in other countries, that when you have a guest, you entertain him by letting the visiting man fuck your wife; and in turn, you would expect the same when you make a reciprocal visit."
Jean paused, "If I go on Bill's trips with him, will he be fucking the wife of whoever we are visiting?"
"Quite likely, Jean. And in turn, that man will expect you to fuck him," Marie said.
"It would be considered a great insult and embarrassment if the man's wife would not fuck Bill, or if you did not fuck the man you and Bill were visiting. It would be an embarrassment for Bill, since it would likely be the village chief or someone of status."
Jean seemed a little stunned, but with the wine coolers perhaps doing the talking, Jean said, "I think I could do that for Bill, just like you did that for my dad."
"Well, Jean," Marie said, "I did fuck other men for your father, but I also fucked them because I wanted to. That is what made it so exciting for both of us. Your father would almost always be in charge of the process; but, it also was important for him, that I was on board with it.
"Usually, your father and his friends would do me at the same time, but other times your father would just smoke a cigar, have a drink, and watch the show, as he would say. He liked that as well. It established how he was the man in charge, and directing things. A guy's ego is such a powerful thing, Jean. When it is strong, they can accomplish anything, or if it is weak, it can kill them.
"In fact, on this very table, I fucked your father and a business associate of his for the first time. Tony was his name, and he was from Chicago. Your dad had visited Tony a month before, and both George and Tony had fucked Tony's wife. She was a hot blonde with big boobs as your father described her, but he told me he had bragged to Tony that my boobs were even bigger.
"Tony did not believe him, but your father said, 'Next month when you are in Iowa, you will see.' So when we picked up Tony at the airport, your father asked me to wear a low-cut top with a few buttons undone and to run up to Tony and give him a big Iowa hello; which meant me pressing my boobs against him and giving him an eyeful of cleavage. Oh, Jean, it was so hot!
"Tony, thought of himself as a suave cool dude, but I rocked his world and left him speechless. Your father was so proud of me, he just beamed.
"When we got in the car, George told Tony and me to get in the back and get acquainted; that he and Tony could talk business tomorrow, so we would have fun today.
"I was surprised, and I think Tony was as well, that George was not waiting 'til we got home for the fun to begin. At first, Tony was almost shy as I asked him questions about life in the city and how long he and his wife had been married. I caught your father eyeing us in the mirror and could tell this was great fun for him. He noticed me looking at him in the mirror and with his devilish smile mouthed the words 'go ahead.'
"I started running my hand up and down Tony's leg as I sat on his right. Tony was rambling on about the Cubs and even blushed a bit when I ran my hand further up and brushed his cock for the first time. He was hard as a rock and felt pretty big. I made a little sound of surprise as I just held my hand on his cock. I curiously asked him, 'So Tony, is it hard...' then I paused, 'to get into a Cubs game?'
"He coughed a little, and said, 'Yes, it is hard, but I can always get it in,' with a smile.
"I said, 'Oh, so you think you could get in me... me in to a game, that is,' as I started to slowly tug down on his zipper."
Jean gasped, "Oh god, Marie, that sounds so hot! And daddy was watching you in the mirror?"
"Yes, his eyes were darting back and forth from the road to the rearview mirror. I was teasing Tony as I pulled his zipper down and reached my hand inside to rub his cock some more.
"I gave him an amazed look and said, 'Why Tony, I think you have a baseball bat inside your pants! Do you take that to the Cubs game with you?'
