I thought Abby was trying to get me as horny as she could before we got to Boise just by talking or, more precisely, fantasizing about the swapping or swinging as it was called in the day. Most of her musings were about her mom and dad and the people that they/she knew. Part of it was her trying to visualize her mom and dad with those people and what it was like. There was some *ick factor* for her, like trying to imagine her mother with "Uncle Bob." It was still a shock for her to think about her upstanding parents being involved in what really was a sex club among consenting adults who also socialized outside of the sex club environment. I was thankful I was wearing dark slacks because some of what she was imagining was very erotic and my cock was hard (and I was probably leaking copious quantities of precum out of the tip of my cock).

Shortly before we crossed the Oregon/Idaho state line, we drove by the facility I would be visiting in eastern Oregon at the end of the week . I pointed it out to her as we approached and some of the major pieces of equipment that could be seen from the highway. I tried not to get too much into the technical weeds about what I would be doing there.

Shortly after crossing into Idaho, we stopped for a quick lunch. It gave me a chance to rearrange my "parts" in my black slacks. Abby wondered if, now that both Stefanie and she knew what their parents were into, whether they could participate (since they were now of legal age). I told her that we shouldn't have this conversation where it could be overheard and waited until we were back in the car. I was willing to share my thoughts with her once we were back on the road.

"Probably not," I said and I explained why. She hadn't considered that things might get challenging in some sort of swap games. "You might be okay ending up with Stephanie's dad, but you wouldn't want a situation in a game where you ended up with your dad or Stephanie ended up with hers." She really hadn't considered that as a real possibility. I pointed out the same issue could occur in a gangbang. "Somebody's going to be left out." I said. That was also something she really hadn't considered.

"I know that you've told me before what it was like for you and Sis when you went to see your friends in Minnesota," she said. "But after what dad told us last night, can you tell me again?"

"Of course," I replied. "But let's do that after my meeting."

We were approaching the Nampa/Boise area. We had made really good time and though it was a bit before check-in time at the hotel I had booked, I thought we'd chance getting checked-in so that Abby had a place to stay and be comfortable while I met with the state agency personnel.

As a Capitol city for a state, Boise was small and understated. At the time, it didn't even have a "protected arrow left turn traffic light" in the town. When they finally installed one, there were news stories on the local television channels on what it was, and how to turn in the intersection that had just had one installed. In some ways, it reminded me of the Raleigh was when I first moved there. But things had really started booming in the Raleigh area and what was a small Capitol city when I moved there in 1971 (with around 50,000 people) had greatly increased in population. It was possible that in later years that Boise might experience much more growth.

We were fortunate in our timing and we checked into the hotel. Abby and I moved our essential stuff from the car to the hotel room. She was really frisky and wanted me to call my contact(s) and tell them I was going to be late.

I told her that if I had enough time and the meeting went well, I wouldn't have to go back in the morning and she could have me all evening and well into the morning before we needed to leave for Pocatello. She feigned a pouty face and I gave her a kiss and told her that I'd be back in a couple of hours. I left her the contact information so she knew where I was (just in case). I told her to call her dad and let him know that we had arrived safely.

I drove to the state office building where the meeting was being held. They were providing me access to all the files I needed which would save time. I had been here the previous summer, so I knew the people I was meeting and knew my way around. It was good to see some familiar faces.

The meeting went fine, though I found my mind drifting to what Abby was doing and what might await me when I returned to the hotel. I was provided a copy of all the documents I needed for the report I was to write as part of this project. By 5:00, I was done and I took the papers and notes I had gathered and placed them in my briefcase, said my goodbyes, and rode the elevator down the eight floors to the ground level and the parking lot. I had to remind myself to stay focused on driving back to the hotel rather than trying to anticipate what Abby and I would be doing when I got back.

I arrived back at the hotel not knowing (but trying to anticipate) what or who awaited me in the room. The key was easy to find in my pocket because, like most hotel room keys of the day, it had a large "drop in any mailbox" tag on it in the event that you walked off with the room key. Somewhere in this time, hotel operators were getting smart about not marking the room number on the keys or the large plastic tags. I arrived at the door carrying the key in one hand and my briefcase in the other.

I didn't knock. I just slid the key into the lock and turned it to open the metal door. As I opened the door, I couldn't see Abby on the bed because it was hidden behind the wall for the bathroom. But, the video camera was set up on the tripod directly in front of me, the lens angled towards the bed.

"Honey, I'm home!" I said as I walked in, mimicking a line from the 1950's and 1960's sitcoms.

I saw her when I could see past the corner of the wall. Abby was propped up with pillows against the built-in headboard. Her legs were spread with knees bent, feet flat on the bed. She was slowly fingering herself and from where I could see, her pussy looked incredibly wet.

"Did you have a good meeting?" she asked in a slow sultry tone.

"Yes," I answered. "I got everything I needed and I won't have to go back tomorrow morning." In my pants, my cock was uncomfortably expanding to "full attention" mode. I was already pretty erect when I first walked in. But now I was moving into raging hard-on mode. I walked around behind the camera, careful not to catch the power cord, to set my briefcase down at the desk.

"Good," she said. "We can spend the morning in bed together." She rolled over and got on her hands and knees, her ass facing the camera and her face looking back over her right side and shoulder. She shook and jiggled her hips and her ass.

"Right now, my ass has been needing some of your special cream sauce all afternoon." I know I had a huge grin when she said that. She was really playing up the *special cream sauce.* phrase. I walked over to the bed and leaned over to give her a kiss.

"I think I can help you, there," I replied.

She got up on her knees and knee-walked over to the edge of the bed. "Good!" she whispered to me and she began to undress me, first unbuttoning my shirt so that I could slide it off my arms. She then went to work on my belt buckle and my trousers. As she unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers, she let them slip down my legs to the floor. I couldn't easily step out of them because I was still wearing my shoes and socks. She then worked at the waistband of my underwear to pull them down while releasing my cock from its constricted space. My cock popped out and she reached for it with both hands as my underwear slid down my legs.

"There's what I need," she said, as she stroked my cock and balls. She bent down, holding herself up with her left arm, her right arm reaching through my legs and her hand spreading across my butt to pull me forward slightly. She took my cock in her mouth and pulled me into her as she took me deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. With her headed tilted back the way it was, I realized that she was trying to take my cock all the way inside her mouth and down into her throat. We didn't do this often. But she liked it when she could overcome the gag reflex, to have my cock all the way in, have enough space for her to breathe, and if I was close to cumming, to feel me shoot my special cream sauce directly down her throat.

I didn't insist on her doing this. But she was getting better at it.

She slid back and forth a few times, with her mouth and throat engulfing my cock, before she finally triggered her gag reflex and she had to back off.

"Get undressed," she said between breaths as she was recovering from gagging. "I need you in me, right now!"

I used the toe of one shoe to catch the heel of the other to remove it. With the shoe removed, I stepped out of one leg of my trousers and underwear. I did something similar to the other shoe with my stocking foot and stepped out of the other leg. I brought each leg up to remove the my socks while Abby moved back onto the bed, on her back, legs spread.

Experience told me that when she needed me in her, she wasn't kidding. She didn't want me to stop and play in her pussy with my mouth and tongue as foreplay, though she might tolerate a quick kiss and suck on her nipples on the way up. No, she meant right now: to slide all the way into her as deeply as I could, as quickly as I could. I obliged her.

It didn't take but a few seconds to slide all the way into her. She drew her legs up and wrapped her arms over my shoulders as she felt me enter her. She was very, very warm inside and quite wet. If there was any of my cum left inside her from the morning, she seemed to have mixed it well with her own juices. She came right away as the tip of my cock reached its full depth inside her. I didn't try to stroke in and out of her. I just held still to let her vagina and her uterus to clamp down and feel me inside her (and she could clamp down quite firmly).

She continued to ride her wave of pleasure while holding me tightly. As the wave began to pass and subside, she wrapped her legs around my hips, crossing her ankles to hold me there. She would open her eyes and then close them with this dreamy look on her face. Finally, she opened her eyes and said, "That was a good one," referring to her orgasm. Having gotten her "goodies," we were free to enjoy however our lovemaking evolved through different positions and how we did each other. Eventually, we got to my favorite position with her on top of me and she was sitting upright as I filled her, once again, with my *special cream sauce.*

Filled, she laid down on me and I wrapped my arms around her for those close quiet moments that cum from satisfying orgasmic experience with someone you care for and/or love. My cock was firmly inside her and didn't seem to be getting soft very quickly. We both felt the same way about this; what better way to be plugged to hold a load of cum inside than with a nice cock that could stay in place.

After a few minutes, I asked "Does your ass need some attention, too, with my special cream sauce?"

"Yes," she said quietly. "But, right now, I want you just where you are." We stayed like this for another 10-12 minutes before we could feel that I was going to slide out of her. And when I did slide out, we just stayed like this and allowed a small pool of my special cream sauce to form in my pubic hair and run down and around my balls.

Eventually, she propped up on her arms and elbows to look at me.

"Are you sure that you don't want to move to Corvallis with us and be our sex slave?" she asked. This was a bit of a running gag joke we had between us.

"If it wasn't for my son, I might just take you up on that," I replied. My imaginings on this did run pretty wild, even if they weren't practical. But there was the other possibility, as well; that Abby might decide to pack up and move to North Carolina to go to school and live with me. As scandalous as that might be, it also wasn't outside the realm of possibility and I reminded her of that.

The tape in the video recorder came to an end and we heard the camera and tape recorder shutdown. We took that as our cue to get up and start our evening together. Since I had been here before and I knew we were relatively close to the Boise River, I suggested that we walk down to the river and follow the pathway that I had found the previous year on the northside of the river. There was a dam near the access point, a large park across the river and, further upstream, Boise State University (also on the other side of the river). The coolest thing I had discovered the previous year was the inner tube floating opportunity on the river. You could rent a float tube, get on a bus to take you up to the put it point, and drift down the river on the current. The takeout point was well before the dam and the float tube service would come out to recover you from the river before you got to the dam. In the summer heat, it was a slow and refreshing way to spend a couple of hours. We weren't going to do that this evening, but it was a possibility for the morning.

We continued to walk up the path for some distance, walking and talking, sometimes with our arms around each other, sometimes holding hands. We got some looks from others on the path. But with the university right there, it might not have been as attention getting as it could have been elsewhere. Both Abby and I were wearing shorts and t-shirts. However, she wasn't wearing any underwear and her shorts were loose enough that any cum that leaked out of her ran down her leg. This was intentional on her part. I commented that I hoped we didn't run across any dogs that might be a little more than curious about the cum leaking out of her. Much of our conversation turned back towards the sharing of sexual partners in a swap and/or gangbang situation.

This time, the conversation wasn't so much about her mom and dad and the other people she knew (though it was what started this conversation in the first place). And although Catie had shared with Abby about our experience in Minneapolis (and so had I), it had a different context now that we both knew about Catie and Abby's parents. It wasn't so much about what we (Catie and I) did as it was about how it felt. I could tell Abby what Catie had said to me about the experiences as well as how it all felt to me during that weekend. The underlying question was "what was it like for you?"

Of course, there was the physical side of exploring sex with somebody else who was not your usual sex partner. "Each of the other women had their own desire to be explored and fulfilled," I told her. I had also told Abby that it gave me an entirely different perspective on sharing a sexual partner compared to an affair. What I could tell Abby was the experience brought into sharp focus just how much the two of us (Catie and I) trusted in each other and in the strength of our relationship.

"It's difficult to explain," I said. "It wasn't so much giving permission or letting each other do this as it was knowing that we could and still be committed lovers and partners with each other, still very much in love."

Abby asked if I felt envious or jealous of what Catie did or could do in that sort of situation with multiple male lovers. I told her that I didn't feel that so much as I realized that there were certain limitations where I had only my cock that could be in one partner at a time, plus whatever I could do with my mouth and my hands. What counted, I told her, was that Catie and I started together and ended together. Abby, I think was trying to take my experience and superimpose it on what she and I had found out about her mother and dad. I told Abby that, based upon what we knew, her mom and dad probably had similar experiences, but over a longer period of time to deepen and strengthen what they felt for each other, even though they slept with other (multiple) partners.

Abby was particularly interested in revisiting the gangbang that Catie participated in while I watched (or was being entertained by the female partners of) the men that were doing Catie. She wanted to know what it was like for me watching her sister being systematically fucked by six other guys.

"It was HOT and surreal all at the same time. To watch your sister experiencing such ecstasy in ways that I, alone, couldn't was incredible. Of course, she also wanted me to be more than just an observer. She wanted me to join in." I told Abby that one of the hottest scenes I witnessed was her sister taking on six guys at once: two in her mouth, one in each hand, one in her pussy and one in her ass. I pointed out that women couldn't do that to guys except with dildos and I wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or bad thing.

"Yes. But you could have had a similar experience as Sis with those guys: two in your ass, two in your mouth, and one in each hand," Abby said.

"That's what your sister told me," I said to Abby.

"I know. She told me, too," Abby replied. "Sis really wanted to see you take all of those guys like she had. It really turned her on to watch you and another guy fuck and suck each other." Other than Catie, I thought I was the only one who knew that. Catie had told me how erotic she thought it was to watch Ted and I in our male-to-male interactions with Annie and/or with her. I knew that Abby had some awareness of it, but I didn't really hadn't asked or guessed how much. I think Catie surprised me in telling me how erotic she found that male-to-male interaction but I reasoned that if men could get turned on by two women together, it could work the other way.

Catie and I knew that had we stayed there in Minneapolis another day, rather than flying back to Chicago, that was what I would have been offered by the group. I didn't know that at the time. It was only after we had gotten back to Chicago that Catie told me what she and the other (female) group members had discussed and that they knew that their male partners would do if I was agreeable and willing.

Catie had told me that she wanted to be under me, with my cock convenient to her mouth as she watched me be fucked in the ass and take the cum from each of the other guys, one by one. I asked Catie if she would have eaten the cum out of my ass like I had done to/for her. She told me that she would. The thought of her being there to watch me be fucked like that and then for her mouth and tongue to be taking their cum out of my ass was (and still is) a very erotic thought. She told me that I should plan on that happening when we went back to Minneapolis.

Of course, that never happened because of the car accident.

I asked Abby if a gangbang was something she'd be interested in since she knew that not only Catie and I had participated in one, but so had her parents multiple times. Abby wasn't sure. She knew that she felt much the same way about me as what she thought her sister had felt. And she knew that I had very similar feelings about her, too. She liked the idea that in that sort of situation, I would "be there" to protect her if things started to get out of hand. She had watched me fuck her friends in the ass, but she wasn't sure about how she felt about me in a male-on-male variant. I told her that was okay, because it wasn't my first choice and that I preferred women to men. But I was glad to do it for Catie as I would be willing to do it for Abby, if she was so inclined.

We eventually turned around and came back to the hotel about an hour later, ready to shower and go to dinner. Both of us were very horny from our walk and conversation. However, we chose to hold off acting on our horniness. We went to a restaurant that had been recommended to us. I remember the rather delicious salmon dish that they served. Sunset was rather late this far north and this far west in the time zone in August (~8:45 PM). We drove around to different places in Boise before returning to the hotel shortly after sunset. As Abby reminded me, her ass needed some of my special attention.

Abby changed the tape in the video recorder and we prepared enemas for both of us to be given to each other simultaneously as an intimate part of our foreplay and lovemaking between us. I was on my back and Abby slipped the nozzle into my ass. Once inserted, she mounted me from above and slipped my cock into her warm and wet pussy. Once she was fully down upon my cock, I slipped her nozzle into her ass. Once we knew that both nozzle were "set," we clicked open the clamps and we both felt the warm water enemas flowing into us. I told her that if I came in her while we were making love this way, after expelling our enemas, that I'd make sure that I'd finish her day with my cock in her ass injecting it with my special cream sauce.

It was slow and intimate what we did with each other. The sensations of the enemas inside us gave us (or at least me) different kind of connection. Abby didn't object or fret when she knew that I was approaching my orgasm; she knew that I was reliably true to my word and that she would feel my cock in her ass to eventually give her another injection of my special cream sauce. Once again I was filling her womb with my sperm and we held each other for about five minutes after that. Abby told me that she was going to release and she got up so that my cock dropped out of her, before angling herself off the bed and carrying her bag to the bathroom. I laid there for a few minutes as I listened to her release her enema in the toilet. She asked if I was going to join her and I told her I was.

My clamp was already closed. I sat up, got my own bag, and went into the bathroom. Abby was already off the toilet waiting for me to arrive. I turned so that she could remove the nozzle from my ass, which she did, and then sat down on the toilet and immediately relaxed my sphincter muscles for the first big gushes. We knew this routine as she got between my legs and sucked on my partially limp cock with my cum and her pussy juices upon it. She started playing with me asking my cock "where are you?" as she continued to play with my cock with her mouth.

I got hard and erect again and had released most of my enema. She took me by the hand, had me turn around so that she could wipe and wash my ass clean before flushing the toilet. "Is this too kinky for Boise?" I remember thinking.

She led me back to the bed where she got on the bed ass up, face down so that I could enter her from behind. Some lubrication applied to her asshole and my cock, I slid my cock into her. Though I sometimes got vigorous and pounded her ass with a deep and hard stroking, it was mostly slower and deeper to work up to a nice orgasm to end our evening together. As I got ready to cum in her, I said, "One cumplete serving of special cream sauce for your fudge love tunnel, my love." I pressed all the way into her and then just let the flood and pulsation of cum enter and fill her. We lay there like that for some time before I finally pulled out of her so that we could be face-to-face with each other again when we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

It was a good way to end our first day of our first road trip together.