"Yes, let's," Vicki said. "I'm… too tired and contented to move anyway."
She rolled off of her husband and lay pressed dose to him on the love-soaked bed. After a few moments, completely satiated and guilt-free in their new-found love for one another, they fell dreamlessly asleep together.
CHAPTER SIX
The odor of bacon frying and fresh-brewed coffee woke Vicki and Kirk late on the morning of New Year's day. They lay cuddled together in the strange bed until there was a soft knock on the door and Eric Kaye called out cheerfully, "Breakfast is ready. Or are you two planning to stay in bed all day?"
"No," Kirk answered, "we'll be there in a minute."
"As you say, my boy."
Vicki and Kirk dressed leisurely, and hand in hand, they left the bedroom and walked down the hallway and into the kitchen – a gleaming area with every conceivable manner of modern convenience, long Formica-topped breakfast bar and handsome dinette set with sparkling silver and gleaming china. Eric Kaye was sitting at the dinette, while Christy – resplendent in a pair of silk lounging pajamas of flaming scarlet, her silver blonde hair long and flowing – bustled about preparing breakfast. Eric was adorned in a wine-colored velveteen robe over a pair of doeskin slacks.
A little self-consciously, Vicki patted her hastily-combed dark hair and looked down at her wrinkled cocktail dress. She felt a little out of place dressed as she was, and thought that Kirk in his rumpled suit felt the same way. But there was no embarrassment in seeing Christy and Eric. She flashed them a warm smile and exchanged good mornings. No, she felt no embarrassment nor guilt. Truly, she had changed last night, she had become a different person – in emotion as well as motive.
Breakfast – bacon, eggs, hash-browns, English muffins and good, strong coffee – was a pleasant affair, and both Vicki and Kirk found themselves able to join in the light banter of a breakfast table conversation without uneasiness. Kirk decided that this kind of thing was old hat to Eric and Christy. They'd been around and knew how to make "newcomers" like he and Vicki feel perfectly at ease; the whole thing was beautifully adult, so very modern. Well, why not? Hell, this was 1973, wasn't it? Not Victorian England…
As they ate, Kirk and Eric discussed the Rose Bowl game to be played that afternoon, and Kirk accepted the renowned educator's invitation to stay and watch the battle on color television.
Over more of the good coffee, Eric deftly turned to matters more in keeping with the previous night. "Did you and Kirk enjoy yourselves last night, Vicki?"
"Yes, we did," Vicki answered, able now to be equally as blase as he about the evening's events. "We had a really good time."
"And you have no regrets about coming over to spend New Year's Eve with us?" Christy asked.
"None whatsoever," Kirk answered.
Eric smiled charmingly, and then, with perfect candor, said, "Did you and Vicki make love?"
"Yes, we did," Kirk answered without a moment's hesitation.
"Was it good?"
"The best either of us have ever had," Kirk said with a bluntness that surprised even him.
Eric and Christy exchanged smiles. "Do you know why it was so good?"
"I think we do," Vicki said. "A little added excitement kind of helps."
"Then – you both know what the other did?"
"Yes."
"I'm glad," Christy said. "I was a little worried that there might be repercussions. But Eric and I decided that you were both adult and willing to learn. We're seldom wrong about such things, but I'm always a little leery at first."
"You… do this kind of thing often?" Vicki asked with just a little twinge of shock.
"To be perfectly frank, yes, we do," Eric told her. "And we're probably the happiest married couple in the world. You see, this kind of thing – hell, we might as well call it what it is: wife-swapping. Or more properly group sex. It's a whole new concept, a way of life which can heighten your physical enjoyment ten times over, even a hundred times. You abandon unnecessary and binding inhibitions, and give yourself completely to the gratification of your physical and emotional desires."
"And it makes your relationship with your mate that much more exciting, that much more fulfilling," Christy interjected. "There's a constant kind of competitiveness that isn't there with a strictly monogamous marriage; you're always trying harder to please your mate, because you know he or she is getting the best he can get from the others. You want to be better than all of them, and so you put your heart and your body and your soul into it. And you succeed."
"That's why what you and Kirk had together last night, after both of you were with us, was so good for each of you. You wanted to prove to yourselves – and to each other – that your love could produce better sex than what you had in a moment of passion or rage or what-have-you."
Kirk looked at Vicki, and then said, "You know, there's a lot to be said for that idea, Eric: I didn't think so before, but now – after having had first-hand experience…"
"There's an old saying that says 'Don't knock it if you haven't tried it.' But most of your puritanical objectors to group sex are in the category of never having tried it; hell, all of them, as far as I'm concerned. They condemn it without knowing anything about it, like the Goddamned moralistic, self-righteous hypocrites that they are. As far as I can determine – and I know people pretty well – most of these knockers would dearly love to try group sex but haven't got the guts to do it."
Christy nodded her agreement. "My sentiments exactly," she said, and smiled warmly at Vicki and Kirk. "I'm so glad you two are understanding – and sympathetic exceptions to that sterile, narrow-minded majority."
"I'm going to ask you both a very bold and blunt question," Eric said, searching both their faces with his penetrating eyes. "Would either of you – no, both of you – like to have sex with Christy and me again?"
Vicki felt herself blush slightly, and she reached under the table to take Kirk's hand and squeeze it for reassurance. "I… I don't know…" she faltered.
"Tell me this before you answer definitely," Eric said quietly, "did you like what we had together last night? Did you like the feel of me inside you?"
As quickly as it had come, the blush went away, and Vicki found herself staring boldly at Eric Kaye. Yes, she was emancipated undeniably free from the bonds of puritanism. She was a member of the same minority as Eric and Christy – that was a simple and irrefutable fact of life.
"Yes, Eric," she said, "yes I enjoyed the feel of you inside me. And I enjoyed it when you came in me, and I came with you."
"How about you, Kirk?" Christy said, as Vicki and Eric sat with their eyes locked together. "Did you enjoy my mouth on your penis in the bathtub? Did you like the way I made you cum?"
"Yes," Kirk said. "God, you know I did, Christy."
She smiled. "I know, but it's nice to hear it anyway."
Eric got slowly to his feet. "Am I to take it that the answer to my question is yes, then? You both would like to have sex with us again?"
Vicki and Kirk looked at one another, and between them passed a mute message of love and agreement. Yes, the look said, yes we want to have sex – to FUCK – with Eric and Christy again because it will make our own sex even better, even greater than what we knew last night. Yes, we want to experiment and learn, we want to have group sex, because we love each other and we want that love to grow and become unkillable, unshakable, forever…
Kirk said it aloud for both of them: "Yes, Eric, we would."
Moments later, Kirk and Dr. Kaye left the kitchen. Carrying fresh cups of coffee, they entered the living room and settled down in arm chairs just in time to watch the opening kick off of the Rose Bowl game. To Kirk's surprise, he quickly discovered that Eric Kaye was a most knowledgeable football fan. As the game plans of the respective teams began to unfold, there developed between the two men a rapport that, while differing in opinion as to methods and tactics, was nevertheless respectful. And while these two self-imposed experts bantered back and forth about the merits of various strategies, in the kitchen, Vicki cleared the breakfast dishes and carried them to where Christy was rinsing them before stacking them in the built-in dishwasher.