Sitting in the back porch swing on a dreary February morning, looking across the lake sipping the first cup of coffee and watching life happen. It was a typical Texas winter day; dreary but not particularly cold. The sparrows in the Purple Martin House are a result of my penchant for procrastination. I hear geese in the distance, honking as they leave their roost area. Ducks are flying overhead. They do that in early morning and late afternoon. It seems a ritual, their morning constitutional and evening workout. I used to do that. I ran a lot. I even did a marathon and several shorter distance races. At eighty years old all that is left is the memory; memories and an occasional erection.
Mary walked out the door with her morning tea.
"What's the plan?" her normal morning greeting. "Anything interesting on your mind?"
"Memories, just memories. We have certainly made some great memories. It's the erotic ones that standout for me."
"Me too, especially those early years when we really were only experimenting. We were so young; and so poor." I watched that distant look come over Mary's face. "It was scary then. I feared losing your love."
"Me too. I worried that a big cock like Charles' would ruin you for me. He was big."
"Yes, he certainly was. I won't venture into that "size isn't important" theory but it really is oversold. And, you are quite a man yourself," Mary reassured.
We both swung slowly back and forth, remembering.
It had been so many years ago. We married quite young. Mary was just eighteen. I was barely twenty. We had been married for nearly five years. Much of that had been separation. Just two years after marrying, I was inducted into the army. We unintentionally got Mary pregnant during a short leave between basic training and a year of advanced training. Our daughter was born just weeks before I departed for a year in Vietnam. Those were some shaky times. We survived that with our marriage much stronger as a result.
After our first exciting experience in extramarital sex, we found it difficult to resist the overwhelming thrill of illicit sex. Illicit sex includes oral, anal, incest, adultery and pedophilia as defined by law or moral convention under "accepted codes" of a given society - etc. etc. etc. We passed on the pedophilia part.
Our first venture into illicit sex came gradually and with much hesitance. Our more adventurous friends led us into that venture. It was with good friends who remained so well after those days of experimentation. That experience convinced us that life in general would be much more interesting if we defied the "accepted codes" and enjoyed sex to its fullest.
We knew Charles and his wife Justine during those ribald days of experimentation but kept our salacious behavior secret. The two couples involved with us got out of the army and returned home. It had been nearly a year of monogamy. I had re-enlisted. Promotion and the re-enlistment bonus had raised our standard of living just above those days of severe poverty. Things were looking up.
Charles and I had just returned from a joint training exercise; thirty days of roughing it while playing war games. His wife had gone to New Orleans to visit family and would not return for a few more days. Justine called and asked Mary to give Charles a ride. Mary met us at the motor pool and, since Justine was not coming, invited Charles to our house for home-cooked meal and a nice hot shower.
I was a bit puzzled by Mary's invitation to Charles. She had to know that I would be extremely horny. Maybe she was far ahead of me. Charles would be horny too. And so was Mary. What was she planning? I soon had a good idea, if not an answer.
It was nearly bedtime for our two-year old daughter when we got home. Mary had dinner ready; a meatloaf with mashed potatoes and gravy and creamed corn. We had dinner and together tucked our daughter in before showers.
