Chapter 17: The Laundromat

DAVE

Mel arrived home on Thursday night after her real estate conference in Nashville. She’d been a very naughty girl. I sent her off with a Hall Pass and two-dozen condoms. She used the pass eight times, and used up thirteen of the rubbers. She plopped down on my desk the empty box and told me she’d keep the others ‘just in case’.

Mel also brought me yet another present: Lisa Rendall. Lisa was her co-worker that I’d met several times, and had been Mel’s consort and wingman on the Nashville trip. I already knew that Mel and Lisa had ‘gotten it on’ during their trip, doing the female thing while their ‘dates’ watched in recovery mode.

Mel wanted Lisa to be part of our growing group. This also wasn’t a surprise. Mel was an inclusive person, and a larger group enjoying sex together would please her. She liked variety. I wondered whether there was some upper limit on the number of people we should be intimate with. I decided that there probably wasn’t, but then it had been said that I would fuck just about anything alive.

What also made Thursday night more special was that Cindy and Trish were present and in a lovey-dovey mood. I barbecued some steaks and the home crew provided the side dishes for the dinner. We fed Beth and Scott early, so they were fully occupied watching different movies on their iPads as the adults ate and talked on the patio.

Cindy asked for details about Mel’s assignations at the conference and how she accounted for the use of thirteen condoms.

Mel made sure that Trish was on the same wavelength as the rest of us, and then started in, telling us about meeting Chuck and Bob as they checked into the hotel. All four of them were wearing their real estate badges with their names and companies on them. She lowered her voice and told how they’d all gone to dinner together and then back to Lisa and Mel’s connecting rooms to fuck away the rest of the evening. The conference hadn’t even started at that point.

Mel moved on to the lunch time fucks between sessions with Tom and John the next day, the evening coupling with Ted Winston, while Lisa was with his brother, and so on for the rest of the trip. Mel expounded on how she’d rediscovered her old skills in flirting and teasing.

Cindy was laughing a lot at Mel’s antics, and that brought Trish into things, too. Even Lisa asked Mel some questions about what she’d been doing while she was with another man in her room. The discussion was a revelation and made all of us horny, although I suspected that we started dinner that way.

Cindy signaled that she was going to the guest room with Trish so they could make love. That left me going to bed with my wife and the very pretty Lisa, who seemed to have taken a real liking to me; at least, she flirted with me and then decided that she liked the way I kissed her ... and then French kissed her ... and then made love to her ... multiple times.

That real liking manifested itself even further by some screaming orgasms muffled by a pillow my wife held over Lisa’s mouth as I ate her pussy and toyed with her G-spot. Lisa and I fucked with her on top of me as Mel sat on my face, and then the two of then smoothly changed places.

I dumped my first load in my wife, and before I could move too much, Lisa had started sucking the jizz from inside her and then snowballing with Mel and then me, after I asked to be included.

Lisa and I fucked again, with pretty much the same results the other way around. Mel did allow that her sexual interactions with Lisa had only materialized during the week between getting fucked by various men from the convention.

Friday morning was a bit of a mad house with four adults headed to work or the university, two kids headed for school, and only two full bathrooms. Despite the rush, there were a lot of kisses by everyone sending everyone else off with wishes for a wonderful day. The kids really liked all the attention; I drove them to school rather than had them take the bus as usual.

As I drove to work, I had my first alone time to think about Lisa and how she’d fit in with the rest of us. Mel should give our friends a heads-up about Lisa and some background about her before she just drops Lisa on the rest of the group. I did think that she’d fit in and be a welcome new member of our Sex Club. Trish, too.

I also thought about the Sex List and our various challenges. We hadn’t had one for a few weeks, but we’d been busy doing a porn orgy video, and some other equally sexy things such as teaching ourselves and each other how to appear in those videos.

At work, I texted Mel my thoughts about some advanced info on Lisa and a nudge to Sarah about another challenge. From what I knew, some of those would be decided at the Saturday morning Girls’ Coffee Club.

MEL

I sent out a message to the Neighborhood Sex Club about Lisa and Trish. Our group consisted of Dave, Cindy, Ken, Ashley, Jim, Sarah, Mike, Evan, Bridget, and me. Not all of us were close neighbors, but we liked the friendly sound of the name. I included a couple of pictures of each woman proving that they were no slouch in the looks department.

Much to my surprise, and no doubt stimulated by my long texts about the two of them, the group received a couple of messages from Cindy talking promoting Trish, and her hope that the group would welcome her. More pictures were included, with one in that very brief bikini. Cindy also put in the good word about Lisa with a big thumbs up.

Sarah came back and asked that both Trish and Lisa attend the Coffee Club gathering the next day.

Thus, Saturday morning, there was almost a mandatory attendance meeting outside the local Starbucks. We pushed two tables together and the existing group met Lisa and Trish. They were on their best behavior and very solicitous. Despite the ten-year gap between them, they both wanted to be included.

Over the previous week at the conference in Nashville, when we’d had a chance, I’d educated Lisa about the Sex Club with as much detail as I could think of. That resulted in us getting horny. One time, we actually brought each other off in one of the restrooms at the convention center.

Neither Cindy nor I should have worried. We were an inclusive group, and the two new women were welcomed in with glee that we had new friends. Sarah pointed out that we should see how the men reacted to Lisa and Trish, but I had no doubts. At that point, the discussion shifted and we all talked our husbands and the other men in the club.

Sarah then said, “I’ve heard from some of us that we should have more sexual challenges from our Sex List. I picked one item that may be particularly challenging, and for that reason I think we should be tolerant if some of us are unable to complete the task.”

Everyone leaned forward towards Sarah to hear the challenge.

“The challenge is to make love in a laundromat, as usual, this should be with a partner other than your spouse.”

I said, “Some of those places are busy around the clock. It’s not like we could sneak in at three in the morning and no one would be around.” This challenge worried me for some reason.

Sarah nodded, “As we’ve all said, the things on our list are challenges of some kind.

DAVE

Sarah’s announcement of the challenge left the table speechless for a moment. I’d heard about it from Mel, and other men probably had heard from their partners, too. I’m sure that we all thought this was a ‘high risk’ assignment. There would be a way, I felt certain that it could be done, however. This might require some research.

Since I’d been with each of the ‘new girls’ the night before, I had searched in fields that I’d already and happily plowed over the prior months. Thus, my partners that night had been Ashley and then Bridget.

I asked Bridget whether she had any insight into the Laundromat Challenge. She giggled and said no, but she was juiced up to try it. She also knew four laundromats near the university campus, and thought that one of them might offer potential.

Bridget said, “All college kids are horny. My take is to go to the back of one of the places and just fuck in plain sight. We might get looked at, but I bet it happens all the time.”

I thought about that. Blatant sex seemed as good an idea as any. I could certainly see not doing it during peak times, only I had no idea what peak times were. I speculated that the weekends and early evenings would be very busy. For some reason, Wednesday appealed to me and I invited Bridget to a late-evening fuck at the laundromat of her choice. She accepted but wanted to case out the places she knew.

As usual with our assignments from the Sex List, Sarah asked us to bring photos or other evidence that we’d satisfied the challenge.

Bridget called me on Tuesday night. She’d been to all four laundromats near campus that past three evenings. She said, “Definitely after ten-thirty, the places thin out or even get empty for a bit between customers.” She picked one northeast of the campus and gave me the address. We agreed to meet at eleven the next night and to pretend to be strangers.

Wednesday night, Mel laughed as I got ready to go out around what was normally our bed time. I put all my dirty clothes in a pillow case and then went to find our site. Bridget was already there, reading a text book when I came in. I played as though I didn’t know Bridget, so just nodded to her as I picked the machine next to hers. I loaded up a washer next to the one she was using and got it going. I’d even brought detergent.

Opposite the row of machines there was a long row of cheap plastic chairs that looked like they’d been through World War II. They were in sets of five. A young man sat in one closer to the door reading a book. A girl sat in the middle of another, slightly closer to Bridget and me; she was reading an iPad and had a huge book bag. Both looked like students.

There was a folding table at the back of the open front laundromat.

I struck up a conversation with Bridget. “You go to school here?” – that kind of thing. The other two students could likely hear us during the quieter times in the machine cycles.