Ed Bailey shifted in his chair. "So you moved in with her? When did you discover that she was slut?"
"A slut? That was obvious from the start. She loves sex in great quantities as well with quality. The girl is insatiable."
"I thought you said she wasn't an insane fucking machine."
"I said that? I stand corrected. But to answer your question, I was madly in love with her. She is the most incredible woman I've ever met. Sweet and gentle one minute, she's a tiger the next. Naïve at times, she's also one of the smartest people I know.
"She taught how to play backgammon. Now, I knew the rules and moves and all that, but she taught me the game. After whipping my ass time and time again without me getting anywhere near to beating her, she taught me how the game is really played. It's all mathematics, probability theory. Stuff I learned in college. She just knew it instinctively, you know, sort of like when Newton invented calculus when he was ten.
"Anyway, we sort of settled into a routine like all couples do. On Monday through Thursday she worked until ten and I pretty much let her be when she was at work. If I were asleep when she got home, she'd waken me with a blowjob. Then we'd screw. Usually I screwed her, but sometimes she screwed me with one of her toys."
"What kind of toys?"
"Oh vibrators, anal beads, sometimes after loosening me up she'd shove her Ben Wah balls up my ass."
"You're sick, you know that."
"Ed, it's just sex. Sex between a man and a woman. We have fun, no one ever gets hurt, though there was a time when I did hurt her... by accident of course.
"Anyway, on those days when she worked late, I'd go work out and then come back home and hang out around the pool at the apartment. There were two pools there. The one closest top our apartment had a lot of kids and their Mommies hanging around. The other one was where the risqué adults without kids hung out. That's where I met Randy and Ramona Burks."
Ramona, she is a sight to behold. With short shaggy frosted hair and hazel eyes, her face was something out of Playboy. Tall, about five foot eleven inches, she looked like a model with long legs that won't quit. But unlike most skinny models, she was stacked with hooters that would convert a queer.
Randy, her husband, is big guy, six-four and maybe 220 lbs. He sports a full, curly beard and mustache and wears a large gold earring. Covering one shoulder, he has a huge multicolored dragon tattoo that snakes down his upper arm. Coiled around the opposite leg, he has a huge snake with a feathered head. Says it's a Mayan god or something. On his back, across his other shoulder blade he has a sun face, you know, with wavy rays and a smug, smiley face. He's got another one, a ying-yang symbol, plastered across the back of his neck.
I didn't know it yet, but Ramona also has a smaller ying-yang, but it's tattooed between her butt cheeks, to be viewed by special invitation only. But like Kaylee and a lot of other slutty girls, she had a nice tattoo on the small of her back. On her flip side, she has this starburst pattern tattooed around her navel.
At the pool, Ramona always wore a string bikini that was at least two sizes too small. I'll tell you, she was always practically naked. Her big tits flowed out from the sides of the tiny tops she wore and the bottoms were just one step up from a thong. There was no doubt in my mind that she shaved her pussy. She had too. There was almost no front at all and it rode up into her cunt slit so that her pussy lips were in plain sight. Talk about a camel-toe! I'm surprised she was never arrested.
When a particularly good song played on the radio, Randy and Ramona would dance, lewdly, humping into each other, feeling each other up, leaving little to the imagination. As they got into it, Randy's cock would tent out his baggy swimsuit. They were and still are exhibitionists.
I gawked, but pretty much kept to myself. One day I was lying in a lounge chair, checking out the evening's generous display of female flesh. Randy came and sat by me. "Hi! I'm Randy Burks. Seen ya 'round, but we haven't met."
"George Vinter."
"Nice to met ya George." He waved over at his wife. "Hey! C'mere!"
Ramona pranced up, her jugs a jiggling. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to stare at her tits or her pussy. I stared at her camel-toe. "Hey babe, this is George."
"Hi!"
