VI. The Wild Year
With both Janey and Lauren scheduled to graduate and receive their degrees the first week in June, we'd been giving consideration to what our lives should look like with the girls no longer at the University. Our conclusion: Since we already lived like one family, perhaps we should consolidate our lives even more than they already are, sell our current homes, and get a place with plenty of room for the four of us, plus any visitors who might happen along. We had just closed on a huge four-bedroom condominium in the city, but before we moved into our new home, we decided that we would take a two-week vacation to someplace out West -- as a graduation present for the girls, but also, a special present for all four of us.
We found a spectacular house perched on a low mountainside amidst the spectacular scenery outside of Taos, New Mexico. It was listed online, and we rented it from the owner for two full weeks. I'll spare you the details of the trip. It was a trip. We flew to Denver, changed for a flight to Albuquerque, and rented a car. The drive up to Taos is beautiful. We drove to Santa Fe, then took the old High Road to Taos the rest of the way, stopping often just to appreciate the magnificence of northern New Mexico.
We stopped at the rental agent's office in Taos to pick up the keys and get detailed directions to the house. We also went by a supermarket, a bakery, and a wine shop to pick up some initial supplies for our stay, then followed a series of steadily-narrowing roads north and east of town until at last we got our first view of our vacation home. Even more spectacular than we were expecting. We went in and began exploring.
A great room with a huge river rock fireplace and chimney; lots of contemporary sofas, love seats, and ottomans that could be arranged any way we wanted them; and almost an entire wall of windows with a spectacular (there's that word again) view over the valley. A huge open kitchen, straight out of a design book; a large laundry room; and a small, functional toilet off the entryway. One corner of the house had a spacious room that had a fireplace, comfy chairs, and a sizeable book collection, including a lot of large illustrated books on animals and on the Southwest. And the WiFi was good throughout the whole place.
But the feature we were most interested in was the bedrooms. There were two that would qualify as "master" bedrooms -- huge in-and-of themselves, each with a king bed, walk-in closet, and its own bathroom. One bathroom had a long counter and mirrors, a partially enclosed toilet stall, and a large built-in bathtub. The other room had a large Jacuzzi tub outside the bathroom area, and no bathtub inside, but instead had a large shower area, perhaps 4 ft. by 7 ft., which was separated from the rest of the room by just a shower curtain. I think all of us briefly got lost in our thoughts of how we could make the best use of these magnificent -- and, let's face it -- very sexy rooms.
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We took good advantage of all the area had to offer. We went rafting in the Rio Grande Gorge and we went rock climbing. Well, not actually rock climbing, but hiking along steep, rock-strewn trails. We visited several of the pueblos and went crazy buying ceramic pots. We enjoyed strolling the many fine galleries in the town of Taos and lazing away afternoons sipping sangria and local wines at restaurant tables along the Plaza, sometimes staying longer for a late lunch or for dinner at one of the many fine restaurants. We visited the Ranchos de Taos and the picturesque mission church, famous from the Georgia O'Keefe paintings. We even drove back south and had dinner at the restaurant at Rancho de Chimayo.
But we also spent a lot of 'quality' time
inside
our fantastic vacation home as well.
One thing we started doing during that vacation was watching porn videos, together. I don't know exactly how it got started. For Janey and me, it was one night when we had just showered and gotten ready for bed -- meaning gotten ready for sex -- and I came back from the bathroom to find Janey sitting propped up against the bed headboard with her laptop computer. I was a bit surprised, since we all had kind of agreed that this would be a holiday free from the annoying distractions of the outside world.
I asked, "Whatcha doin', Pun'kin?" as I sat up beside her in bed.
She looked up and turned and surprised me with, "Dad, does it turn you on to watch people fucking?" She went on, "I just got this urge to see what other people do. You and I are free to do whatever we want, so I thought it'd be a good idea to see what other people do in bed -- or anyplace else, for that matter. Wouldn't wanna miss out on anything, would we, Daddy?"
She had already Googled "free adult videos" and clicked on some of the links that came up. She was on a site called "Homevids.com," or something like that. It seemed to be all video recordings that 'regular people' had made and submitted. A lot of couples, home settings, sometimes apparently in a motel room. I guess when people go to a motel, they are removed somewhat from the usual inhibitions and feel free to be a bit more "adventurous."
Most were average, normal looking, some more attractive than others, a few real studs and beauties. But one thing that struck me. Even if the people were not particularly attractive -- homely, even -- it was still hot watching them do things to each other.
Sometimes it was three or four people, sometimes simply straightforward couple-fucking, sometimes more creative formations. Some were of larger groups of people (I learned that these videos were of a category called "swingers"). In these, it was usually a group of people -- from 4 or 5 up into the 20s -- with the video photographer moving around the group and around the house or swimming pool. In these cases, there would be people fucking, sucking, varieties of two-on-one. But also talking, smoking, drinking, welcoming new arrivals. Some remained partly-dressed, and some remained fully clothed for the entire videos.
We landed on one video that could have been like us, a middle-aged man and a late-teens girl who might have been his daughter, or not. They didn't do anything exceptional, just the usual, and we didn't "learn anything new." But it was informative in a different way -- it showed us a picture of what Janey and I might look like when we're having sex. Which we proceeded to do.
Well, you've probably guessed that Janey quickly shared this discovery with Lauren, and in no time, Lauren and her dad began finding their own favorite kinds of porn. Then we began to share our discoveries and started watching together. But four people huddled around a laptop computer on the dining table is not an arrangement that's particularly conducive to sexual stimulation, so the next time Paul was in town, he picked up an HDMI cable and we connected the laptop to the 55-inch flat screen TV in their bedroom. And so began this new element in our relationships.
One genre of pornography that caught our attentions is what's called "watersports," or sometimes, "golden showers" -- basically, people peeing on each other. On each others' chests and bodies, often on their faces and hair, sometimes in pussies or on cocks, sometimes in the other person's ass, and curiously, sometimes on feet. Often the people being pissed on would open their mouths to catch the pee and then let it run out, or sometimes they would swallow it.
