You trouble her behind, she climaxes and loves it, to her consternation.

Your wife's butthole is twitching and winking under the pad of your left thumb as you eat her, especially as you lick her swollen clit, each good stiff lick bringing a twitch you can feel.

"Oh honeybear, don't go there, it's dirty," Mary says.

But it sounds like just her words. The rest of her has no objection. Her hips are still quivering, her legs supple and spread back high for you to eat her out. The sound of her voice is the same, low and lustful, and each "Oh" sounds as close to Heaven as before. Her hand rests on your head, pressing gently down.

So you keep your thumb there, trusting her body over her words.

"Oh no, oh no, oh! Heaven is coming for me!" Mary exclaims.

You move your right thumb from her outer cunt-lip onto her stiffly swollen clit and let it take over for your tongue. You lick your way down Mary's juicy split, lashing your tongue left and right on her inner lips, until they come together again.

"Oh Brian, oh honeybear!" Mary cries out. "No, don't, don't..."

But her hips are shivering on the brink of climax. Her voice is full of desire. Her hand on your head is pressing you closer, not pushing you away. So you slide your tongue down and move your left thumb aside for you to lick her down there where the sun don't shine, while your right thumb keeps on strumming away over her slippery, swollen clit.

Mary's hips jolt. You shift your left hand to hold on. Her muscles tense in your grip, and she moans, low and loud, before words find her again.

"The angels, the angels!" Mary cries. "Take me, take me to Heaven!"

You keep licking Mary's butthole and strumming her clit as she calls out on Heaven and the angels and the Lord above, her hips quaking with a long, long climax on your finger and your tongue.

When she finally pushes you away, Mary's limbs are shaking and her body limp with climax. She stares up at the blue sky through the slowly moving branches of the trees. Her brow is damp under her dark, pulled-back hair, and her well-filled chest rises and falls with deep breaths. Her cheeks are flushed and her nipples stiff enough for you to tell under her light blouse and summertime brassiere.

"That was," Mary begins, then pauses to breathe. "That was, the most. The biggest and best joy. From the dirtiest thing, Brian Forbes, licking my dirt hole. I'll have to pray on this."

You catch a movement not far away. Priscilla is watching from not far away. Her cheeks are flushed. She's still topless, a blush of excitement from collarbone to tits, twisting her little pink nipples which are sticking out like pencil erasers.

Mary accepts your help getting up and getting dressed, but she takes you straight back to the RV and personally sees to washing your mouth out with soap.

You'd have to allow that the soap tastes worse than any part of a woman you've ever tasted, bitter and clinging, even after you chase it with toothpaste and mouthwash.

Priscilla tiptoes back into the RV, fully dressed now, and makes herself small. She's small to begin with, so sitting down is almost enough by itself.

"Now, Brian, honeybear," Mary says. "You remember what Sarah was telling us about with her freshman orientation?"

You nod, thinking it seemed pretty good, making sure that the young ladies would know what to say if a date wasn't going their way. "Yes, seemed pretty good."

She nods ruefully. "As much as I loved the dirty thing in the moment, I did tell you no."

"Oh."

"Yes, honeybear, that. I forgive you. Please listen to my words and don't run on ahead."

"I will," you tell her.

"That's all I want. And if you want that dirty thing, we have to talk about it first. I know you do it with some of your road girls. And you did bring me to touch Heaven. But ask first. If you want to lick my dirt hole then you need to ask, and I need to say yes."

"All right."

"Come give me a kiss," Mary says.

Mary tastes like peach lip balm. She hugs and holds you tight.

"Honeybear, I love you so much," she says.

"I love you too, sweetie-pie, more than anybody else."

Gain +1 XP (Eat Pussy, Mary comes). You have 4 XP, +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, OMG, and Submissive (Mary).

How close is Priscilla (d6=3, "about average"). She's watching from not far away.

Roll +COOL(+1) to GET OUT OF TROUBLE because you went there, even though Mary liked it: 5+1=6, Miss. Mary is cross with you.

When you arrive at the swingers' RV camp:
One Page Solo Engine, RANDOM EVENT (roll two, choose one or two). Details of what these might be copied forward to next chapter.

• QC 10S, Assist (physical; appearance, existence) a plot arc (mystical; meanings, purposes).
• JD 3D, Protect (technical; plans, operations) Allies (technical).

One Page Solo Engine, NPC (roll three, meet one or more). Details copied forward to next chapter.

• 6H d6=1, 5C. Soldier (social), unremarkable, goal = Restore (physical). The county health department. A deputy sheriff "in the know", or a resident of the camp. The gate guard and greeter. A flagwoman for a road crew.
• 8D d6=5, KH. Specialist (technical), unusual equipment, goal = Create (social). DETAIL FOCUS x2 for the equipment, 2D, 3H. Small (technical), Large (social).
• AC d6=6, 8D. Lord (physical), unusual age or origin, goal = Enrich (technical). DETAIL FOCUS x2 for the unusual age/origin: 7S KH Simple (mystical; meaning, purpose) and Dignified (social).