Chapter 6: When in Athens

— Steve —

For the purpose of instructing Lisa, Mama said it was better for us to come to their place. In Athens, she had a much more complete kitchen, a whole rack of spices, and most of all, actual modern appliances finished in stainless steel instead of “avocado green.”

Thursday and Friday we worked on repairing Lisa’s truck, putting together her resume and a standard cover letter, and enjoying lots of enthusiastic sex.

I left work early on Friday afternoon to come home and pack for our long weekend at my parents’ house. We would stay through into Monday, a federal holiday. Friday night traffic is always painful in Atlanta, so we didn’t arrive until 7. But Mama had held a much-appreciated dinner for us.

For dessert, she surprised us with a hand-decorated sheet cake, made of devil’s food with buttercream frosting and inscribed with “Welcome Lisa!” Obviously touched, my girlfriend thanked Mama for going to all the trouble.

We spent about an hour after dinner contentedly digesting and catching up.

“We’ve been working on Lisa’s resume. Next week is a short week, but we’re hoping she can catch a few interviews.”

“Really? Can we see it? Is that all right?”

“Sure, I’ll email it to you.”

We crowded around Dad’s computer, and they read through it, catching an embarrassing typo. Lisa appreciated the correction, as well as some wording changes they suggested.

“Alright, it’s been enough time. We like to wait after eating before going outside to the hot tub. You guys should use the bathroom first while I get it ready.”

“Wait. Hot tub?”

“Yeah, we put it in a few months ago. It’s big enough for six adults, and it feels wonderful on our joints.”

“But we didn’t bring swimsuits,” I protested.

“We don’t allow them, and besides, the chlorine isn’t good on fabric. Don’t worry, it’s private out there.”

I was nervous, but Lisa simply showed excitement, so I got up and walked to the bathroom with her.

“Should I wait out here?”

“Don’t be silly, Steve. Married people share bathrooms. Just don’t flush when I’m in the shower and scald me. You go first, and get used to siting down for me. I don’t like cleaning up any splashes.”

We walked outside together and found Dad already immersed. The spa sides were about 4-1/2 feet tall, and the interior had molded seats and many openings for the jetted water and air mixture. The temperature was that of hot bath water, immediately soothing. Bubbles and turbulence kept most of his body obscured.

I shrugged my shoulders at Lisa and started pulling off my clothes and helped her release the clasps of her bra. Once we were undressed, I stepped up and over the side and settled into one of the seats, then watched Lisa gracefully maneuver into the seat next to me, followed by Mama.

The force of the water surprised me, even though the pumps were noisy. Dad explained that mixing air with the water jets caused a more intense action against our bodies.

“Steve, we have to get one of these for ourselves ... Steve?”

I was embarrassed to be caught looking. Somehow, it never occurred to me that tits would float, and all four of them were merrily bobbling in front of my eyes.

“Oh, don’t mind him, Lisa; he’s just watching us jiggle.”

“Sorry.”

I tried to stay cool and not flinch. Lisa had moved her hand into my lap and was stroking my shaft slowly with a firm grip. It was a strange feeling being fondled underwater like this; I tried not to show any outward reaction.

“So, when you have people over, like for parties or whatever, do they ask about all this—all this equipment?” I was curious.

“Well, they ask Lou about his equipment, yes. But usually, we just get them to come out here just like you have and try it out.”

Lisa snickered, still tugging on me. “Without swimsuits, right?”

“Of course! It’s usually one couple, but sometimes two couples. More than that, we have to swap in and out, I guess, but that’s kind of why they’re here in the first place.”

Mama had this calm and serene look on her face, waiting for me to figure out what she was trying to say. Lisa got “it” first and covered her mouth with her free hand.

But then the metaphorical light bulb over my head clicked on, and my eyes got very wide.

“Oh, no, you mean...”

“Why, yes, son, that’s exactly what I mean.”

“Dad?”

“Yes?”

“Uh, I withdraw the question. I’m sorry, Lisa, I wasn’t expecting this, this...”

“Mama, has Steve fallen on his head recently? Didn’t you watch me suck his cock in the kitchen this week?”

“Oh, Lisa, don’t be too tough on him. He’s still having a little whiplash from my carefully modest schoolteacher life back when he was younger. I didn’t explain to him about the hormones and all.”

“Hormones is right!”

“Don’t sass me, boy. I can still whip your scrawny ass. Although, maybe now that should be Lisa’s job.”

“Mama, you should help me out if my hand gets tired.”

“Hey!”

They were both smirking at me. Wisely, Dad was staying out of it with his head back and his eyes closed.

“Mama, you know I love you already. But I find all this hard to believe. I just reunited with Steve, and the thought of either of us straying makes me, well, nauseous. And your husband is so sexy and adorable. I don’t get it.”

I caught a little smile on the corners of Dad’s mouth. He was still blissed out, but also clearly listening.

“I guess the simple answer is that Lou and I were kind of in a rut. I loved him to pieces—I still do—but I missed the spontaneity and surprises. And he was overworked and coming home tired after work.

“Finally, I realized we should talk about it, and at first it was awful. Lou had this desolate look on his face and kept apologizing. He said if I wanted a better man, he would step aside.”

Mama’s face was wet, and it wasn’t just from the steam rising around us from the hot water.

“I felt awful seeing him so upset. At the same time, he was offering to sacrifice himself just to keep me happy. That meant the world to me. It reminded me how lucky I was to have this kind of man in my life.”

“I’m the lucky one,” said Dad, his eyes still shut.

“On the spot, I resolved to stop talking and fuck his brains out. We had a week of sex matching our honeymoon. I only eased off on him when he ran out of milk for me.”

Dad was getting overheated and hauled himself out to sit on the edge, with only his lower legs and feet still in the water. I was feeling the same way, so I sat on the edge as well. His knees were far enough apart that his hard-on was easily visible to Lisa and me. Mama continued with her explanation.