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Our Decades of Open Marriage: Part 33

Updated: Oct 3, 2023


One new thing that developed over the late summer of 2011 and through the fall was my relationship with my close female friend Rachael. Since the beginning, our open- marriage had been almost entirely about Paula's loves and interests. But something that fall, life fated that it should be my turn.

Paula and I have known Rachael since we were all in college together in the mid 1980’s. She had actually been one of the last girls I had dated before I met Paula. After we both graduated and she got married, we only saw her every few years. Even still, Rachael was one of the first "church" people to whom Paula “came out” to as having an open marriage. At first she was shocked, but in time she came to be curious, then she wished her marriage too could be like ours. By the mid 2000's Rachael let us know that her sex life with her husband was in the tank and she was interested in hearing more about how our open marriage lifestyle worked.

Paula and I had talked on and off with her by phone regularly for a year or so. Paula and Rachael, in the spring of 2010, they decided to just commit to having a four-some with the husbands next time they were in our area. But, they lived too far away to make it happen that year. In the end, Rachael had an affair with a man back home. After a few months of feeling guilty, she confessed to her husband and she broke off the affair; but, told her husband she simply needed more sex. As a last effort to find a way to make it work, she and her husband invited his best friend to share their bed. She loved it. He was a good lover and the presence of another man in the bed seemed to turn her husband on as well. The only problem was she couldn't get enough of the new man’s attention. Though her husband had not explicitly said she could not have sex with his friend without him being present, he came to resent the fact she was having sex without him several times a week. After the three of them had been a triad for about half a year, her husband abruptly said she couldn’t have sex with him anymore because he had become very jealous. She was not happy about the change.

They then invited her best friend (who also was in our college group back it the 80’s) and her husband to share their bed. Though he very much liked screwing her very pretty best friend, he did not like how much his wife liked doing it with the woman's handsome, buff and very virile new husband.

In mid-fall of 2011 she decided that her marriage had no future.

As fall moved into winter, Rachael and I were talking on the phone at length several days per week. She told me that her best friend had been encouraging her for over three years to have an affair with me. She had always thought the two of us should have been married. We had no doubt we would be lovers, and we talked explicitly as to what we would do once we got together. The challenge was we live five-hundred miles apart and by that time she and I both were once again full-time students.

Paula too was very supportive of the idea of Rachael and I becoming lovers since at that very time, Paula was dating more than she ever had before. At any given time that year, she had more than one boyfriend and was having sex with one of them almost every week. In the early years of our open-marriage she had asked me only to have sex when it was a group thing with the both of us, but that had changed. She was fine with me having sex with other people whether or not she was there. At the same time she was also encouraging me to explore my interest in having sex with men, telling me I needed to admit I was a bisexual just like her. This was the end point of a shift in attitude that Paula had been making for years. So, by the time Rachael and I were getting close, she was actively encouraging me to date. She made it very clear she was happy that Rachael and I were finally moving to becoming lovers as well as close old friends.

To be honest however, prior to that point, I had not been ready to move our open marriage to a two-way street. I was never particularly social and given Paula's insatiable sexual appetite, I'd never felt deprived of sex. The fifteen years of having double standard in the “rules” of our open marriage had not been a problem for me. I'd never resented that she dated, fucked and even loved other men and women while I'd only had sex outside our marriage a handful of times and those were at her pleasure, not necessarily mine. Rachael changed that.

Rachael and I began to have phone sex in the fall of 2011. It was fun, but we so wanted to have real sex. We were frustrated that the demands of our school schedules and the fact we still had children and family commitments, meant we just couldn't make it happen. By the time Christmas was approaching we considered ourselves to be a "couple", but she was burring with sexual desire that masturbation and phone sex was not quenching. She asked if I minded if she gets laid before we get together. She had wanted me to be her first sexual partner as a single woman, but she was going insane with sexual desire and had several younger guys coming on to her. She said “I can’t help I want it NOW!” I told her not to worry, the young guys will be better fucks than me anyway. I assured her that when we did get together we will make love (and fuck some), but mostly just be together….. naked. In the first fourty years of her life she'd had sex with one man. In the years before her separation she had sex with a total of three more. In that winter and spring, she went crazy, making up for all the years of deprivation. One thing she learned was she loved sucking dick and felt deprived if she didn't get a mouthful of cum to swallow down. She was having a lot of sex with a number of guys, and would tell me about each and every encounter. But she made it clear those guys were just place holders until we could get together.

So, when I did get in the car to meet her for a few nights together, it had been 30 years in the process, and a full year in the planning. I had looked at us meeting in large city that was roughly half way between our two homes, but from our talks, I knew she wanted to try some of the things Paula and I have been doing for years. So I looked for a nudist resort where I could introduce her to something new when we met. I was pleased to find a resort that billed itself as "swinger friendly" and booked us for two nights.

I arrived at the Timberline Lodge in central Tennessee at just after noon on a warm Wednesday on the last weekend of April, 2012 to “consummate” my relationship with Rachael. It was just a month short of twenty-seven years since she and I had last kissed in college. Now we were getting together to spend two nights in the same bed together.

Thanks to Google maps, the four hour trip went off without a hitch and I found myself driving down a gravel road for about a half a mile through dense forest before it opened up to what could be described as a combination campground and summer camp. The signs directed me past two big R/V's to the office/lodge building. Right off I liked how the main building seemed to have the right air of both being properly maintained and being aged to fit the overall rustic atmosphere. Though billed as a lodge and resort, it would be more aptly described as lodge and camp, for it had the distinct feel of many a summer youth camp with the gravel roads, “A” frame cabins and shower house all nestled into the tall trees.

All seemed quiet, even deserted; however, this was not unexpected for a weekday in May. Exiting my car I scanned the pool area next to the lodge and made out the legs of a sole sunbather beyond a row of chaise lounges. The sunbather was nude as to be expected at a nudist resort.

The kindly owner, a woman in her 60’s. Her grandmotherly demeanor was contrasted by the fact I could see her large breasts under the see through top she wore. After checking me in, she offered to give me a tour of the grounds via a golf-cart. Beyond the lodge with its gift shop, dining room and eighteen rooms, the place was much like a campground with "A" frame cabins, tent and R/V sites, a half dozen big Airstream type trailers, a bath house and a big "social hall". However, unlike a campground, there was an entire building billed as the Play House. So the place had what was, in effect, a swingers club, about a hundred yards from the lodge. She took me inside to show off their swinger's facility. Since I'd been in a number other swing clubs the layout was fairly standard. The main room sported five queen sized beds, attractively arranged at three different heights all made up in black satin. The highest bed was at my stomach level and behind it, where the two walls came together, were large mirrors. Incongruously, in the sitting area were board games such as Yatzee and Trivia Pursuit; however, that only added to this very interesting juxtaposition of camp and swing club. I didn’t know it the games were actually used or were just a prop, but either way, it was a good touch to set this place apart from the average swing club.

Past the main room was a smaller play room with a love swing, three beds, a restraint cross and very interestingly, a real doctor’s examining table and chair. One nice touch was that the love swing was electrically powered to rise and lower. A great feature as from my experience, not all swingers can climb up into a swing of an appropriate height. Additionally there was a private play room, bathrooms and showers. All in all a very well laid out adult play facility decorated in grays and blacks.

With my tour done, I went back to my room, stripped off my clothes and went to the pool to read a book as I waited for Rachael. In the two hours I waited I had a nice conversation with what appeared to be a handyman doing maintenance and the sole other visitor.

Rachael called my cell when she turned off the main road on to the long gravel drive, so I went to the parking area to greet her.

When she pulled up I was waiting for her, wearing only a hat and shoes. Getting out her eyes get big and she scans my whole body. I see her trepidation. Later she told me that right then she wondered what she had gotten into. Our welcome kiss on the parking lot lasted a good five minutes, and I was sporting a very nice erection when I escorted her in for lodge registration.

Less than ten minutes after setting eyes on one another, we were deep in the throes of our first love making session. We never made it to screwing that first time because after I went down on her and enjoyed the flavors of her womanhood, she pulled me around and we transitioned into sixty-nine. Her fellatio was nothing short of amazing. In the past I've never been able to even come close to an orgasm doing 69, but much to my surprise she brought me off to a powerful climax even as I was eating her out. She kept up her sucking till I was fully spent, then she swallowed it all down. We sat up and I watched as she used her fingers to push the last drops of my semen from the corner of her lips into her mouth. It was so very hot! If I hadn’t just had a fabulous orgasm I would have gotten off on just watching that.

I knew then this would be two days I would never forget. We rested and talked for a few minutes. I suspected she was putting off leaving the room out of trepidation about public nudity. So, I told her it was time now for her to find out if she was nudist material. She pulled a sheer lace cover-up from her suitcase and then put it over her naked body. She looked beautiful and I told her as much. Then we headed out to the pool.

In the time we were in the room two couples had come out to the pool. I wondered if she would actually take off the cover-up in front of five people. But, the afterglow of sex must have been working. When we selected two chaise lounges, she didn't even hesitate to pull off her cover-up and in just a few minutes we were lounging naked in the sun. There is just nothing quite like relaxing in the sun sans clothing and soon Rachael was feeling it too. We swam in the pool and sampled the hot tub and got to know some of the locals until we decided we were really hungry and so we went into town for dinner (after getting dressed).

After returning to the resort after dinner, we were soon naked again and headed to the gazebo like structure that held the hot tub. As it was a weeknight, we were all by ourselves in the cool evening air. Snuggling led to kissing and kissing led her to get in my lap and put my penis up inside her for the first time. We made slow relaxing love as she rocked her hips. It was about as wonderful as one could ever hope life to be. At some point we moved from slow relaxing lovemaking in the water to hot passionate sex on the deck beside the bubbling tub. The hard and furious sex was all the more exciting in that we were in a public place and even here we were breaking the rules. We had been told that sex in the common public areas is not permitted. The owner had told me that Timberline is a swinger-friendly nudist resort, not a swinger resort (this isn’t Hedonism). But, no one was around and we figured it was the “spirit” of the rule to not offend others with public sex, and since no one was around we didn’t offend anyone. I was on top of her as she lay on the wet wood plank deck, stroking as hard as I could. She responded enthusiastically with vocal pleasure.

The sounds of our sex filled the air. Had she not brought me off a few hours before I couldn't have gone half as long as I did without climaxing. Eventually we were both exhausted. We just slipped back into the tub, both of us worn out, neither of us having climaxed yet. More was yet to come.

Sometime later we stumbled down to the play house in the dark. Not surprising for a spring Wednesday night, it was empty. Rachael insisted that we would “play doctor” and she would be the doctor. So, up on the examining table I went. Soon my feet were in the stirrups in a very vulnerable position. She wasted no time in beginning to examine me, with fingers and mouth.

She loves giving head, and it showed. It was amazing when she licked not only shaft and balls, but perineum and anus as well before she gave me an energetic rectal exam with her middle finger while she sucked hard and deep. Only the fact I was determined to fuck her silly kept me from giving her a second mouthful of my semen.

After a break for her to clean up her hands, we flopped down on one of the beds in the main room. I returned the favor of oral sex until my tongue was literally too tired to keep working. Then we began to fuck again. Slowly and steadily I ground into her building up to an orgasm so hard that it left the muscles in my thighs in agony from their spasms. It took quite a while for us to gather the energy to make it back to our room, where I collapsed.

The next morning we got to know the owners of the Resort over breakfast. They made us feel so much part of their world, that it was like we were old friends. There were a lot of things I liked about Timberline Lodge, but it was owner Dianne that made the experience comfortable and complete. She was a pixie sized dynamo grandmother (with luscious full breasts) that made both Rachael and I feel like family.

After some great morning sex in our room, we finally made it out for some nude sunning by the pool after breakfast, and spent quite a while in the pool talking and just being silly, then back to the hot tub. After lunch at the lodge, providentially Rachael showed Dianne some of my photos on her laptop. The photos led to a long conversation with her about how she has been looking for the right type of photographer, and so began my professional relationship with Timberline Lodge.

As we were finishing up a nice looking man came in to ask Dianne about the other couple who was in the lodge for the day (meaning Rachael and I) to find out if they would be interested in joining them in the playhouse. Rachael said she thought the man was good looking and she was game to try. I found Dianne and told her we would be joining them, but I hadn’t seen the condoms at the playhouse last night. Bowls of condoms are a staple at swing clubs. She told me that they were not allowed by Tennessee law to provide condoms! Forbidden to provide condoms!? It was the nuttiest thing I ever heard. She said if they provided condoms they would be prosecuted for facilitating prostitution How messed up is that? However, she let me know there were condoms, left by other guests, that I could use.

Condoms tucked in the band of my hat, Rachael and I met the couple by the pool about half an hour later. The man was indeed good looking and well endowed. We talked a while then headed down to the playhouse.

Rachael wanted to try the swing, but the man (I’ll call him Sam, though I don’t remember his name), told her that it was better standing up and he led Rachael to lean over a chair and he began to work on her with mouth and fingers. I lay back on one of the beds, and Sam’s girlfriend stood at the doorway, we were both content to watch our partners enjoy themselves. Rachael was responding to his actions, though she had to tell him a couple of times to slow down his finger fucking. There was no way to miss that Rachael was getting off. I think she came twice while I watched.

When the switched places so that Rachael and Sam’s girlfriend could give him head, I walked over and began to rub Rachael’s shoulders just to let her know I was there. She loves sucking dick and it showed. He had a very nice penis and she was eating it with gusto. I was enjoying sharing the moment with her.

When Sam told his girl to give me head, I was slightly annoyed at what was looking like a pattern of Sam giving commands. The woman’s blow job was energetic, but I could tell she was not into it. Rachael for her part, was completely consumed by the joy of sucking the man’s thick penis. Later she told me how much of her pleasure was in knowing I was watching her. I was not unhappy to end my blowjob to go get the condoms I'd left in the main play room for Sam, as he was guiding Rachael back to her feet with the obvious intention of fucking her. And, once condom was in place, he did so; hard and fast. I sat in doctors chair and held Rachael as she took his hammering. No complaints from her, only sounds of pleasure. I knew I could not equal his endurance or vigor, but I could let her know I was there with her as a part of her pleasure. Later we both agreed we very much liked this part.

After a short break, we moved to the main room. Rachael said her knees were hurting and she wanted to use a bed. She sprawled out with her head just hanging off one side. Sam offered her his penis. Once again and once again she began to suck it deep with pleasure, soon he began mouth fucking her all the way to the base of his shaft. I could see the bulge on her throat move as he pressed his cock home. There was no doubt she liked him doing that. After a while, I went down on Rachael until my mouth and tongue were worn out, yet he was still driving his big penis in and out of her mouth. I don't think I've ever seen a session of mouth fucking last as long as that, and there was no question she was enjoying.

Finally however, her throat must have gotten soar because she rolled over, so he could not fucking her mouth so deep, but she still wanted his cock in her mouth. So, he lay on the bed and she went down on him. His girlfriend tossed me a dildo, a good sized dildo, so I began to fuck Rachael with it while she continued to take Sam's cock.

Oddly through all this Sam’s girl kept going out of the room. There was no question in my mind that she was not into this. Finally he caught on and went out to talk to her. When Sam was out, Rachael and I snuggled up on a bed and kissed softly. The difference in our interaction and what was going on with Sam and his girlfriend was not lost on either of us. Looking back we should have just stayed together on the bed and let Sam and his girl do their own thing. But, this was our first experience with another couple and neither of us acted on what we were both thinking.

Sam donned the second condom that I'd brought, and it was evident he was ready to fuck again. Rachael didn’t object so I sat on another bed next to Sam’s girl and we watched Sam do Rachael missionary style; but after only a few minutes the condom slipped off his dick. He loomed over her stroking, both Rachael and I knew full well what he wanted was to fuck her bareback. Later I wondered if perhaps the condom had come off on purpose. Rachael was new to this so I intervened and told them I’d go get another condom, which, was back in the lodge. So I put on my shoes and headed up to the lodge. On the way I saw Dianne and told her that Rachael was having such fun in her first swinger experience, that she needed another condom. Dianne said “I thought she would”.

Upon returning to the playhouse Rachael was on yet another bed sucking on Sam’s girls large breast as she leaned over to take her boyfriend from behind. I joined Rachael on the other breast and together we suckled her for some time as she shook from each thrust. We found doing that very enjoyable.

When Sam finally stopped for a breather, his girl left the room, then came back and said in no uncertain terms that it was time for them to go. Neither Rachael or I were upset. It had been fun, but we were ready to be done with the pushy, good looking man.

They went into the shower and we went into the one “private” room to rest. Resting morphed into a very pleasant love making session with me on top of her grinding into her slowly while we talked. She told me how much she enjoyed me watching her suck him and holding her while he’d fucked her. I told her how I’d enjoyed both very much as well.

Yet, the encounter with Sam was not done. Sam knocked softly on the door then came in at our invite. We were lost in our own bliss when he said quietly “Do you mind if I watch?”. It was kind of odd, this was the first time he’d asked anything. I whispered “Do you want to suck him again while we do this?”, referring to the fact we were having sex. She nodded yes so I told him to come over and let her suck him. It wasn’t’ till his big penis was laying on her lips, just inches from mine that I realized what I had invited him to do. As natural as could be she and I both put our lips on his shaft.. Together we gave him head, both doing the two sides of the shaft simultaneously and also taking turns putting him fully in our mouths and sucking him. It was an amazing experience between Rachael and me. It wasn't about him at all. It was about us. He was little more than a sex toy as we shared his penis. We both took a number of turns sucking on him, and since I was using my hands to keep from squishing Rachael, she held the penis for me to suck it hard and deep. Eventually, the fucking and sucking at the same time became too much. After perhaps ten minutes, with his cock in my mouth, I climaxed and filled Rachael with my semen.

I was done, but Rachael and Sam were not. As he was standing, and she was lying under me, from inches away, I watched as he pushed his shaft almost all the way down her throat. I could see her still working the base of his shaft with her lips even though he was not stroking like he'd done earlier. When after some time he did not pull it back even a little and I heard some gurgling sounds from her, I grew concerned that she might not be able to breathe. So I told him, “OK, that’s enough”. I rolled off of her and then pulled her toward me. The truth was, for that moment I was jealous and didn’t want him there any longer. I'd never felt that way with Paula and I wasn't sure why I felt that way just then. Perhaps it was because I'd already decided I didn't like his bossy manner. He took my hint and left.

Once he was gone I told her "I thought you were being smothered and couldn't breathe." She smiled and kissed me before saying "I like it done like that. I was fine, but I think it's sweet you were worried about me." We kissed slowly and rested holding one another tightly. It was a sweet and special moment.

We returned to the hot tub and relaxed. We saw Dianne’s husband and told him we had made a mess in the play room and that between last night and this afternoon we’d messed up four beds. The pace that led to all the messy beds was beginning to wear on me.

We met another couple, horse breeders from Kentucky and spent several hours chatting before returning to our room to rest, which once again turned to a sexual romp.

We had dinner with the couple from Kentucky and a friend of theirs and then back to the pool and hot tub. Rachael was open to their invite to join them in the play house later in the evening, but I was quite sure I was spent for the day.

Around 7:00, Rachael began to get dressed. She wore the beautiful long-line, open cup, corset I had bought for her, stockings and high heeled boots. Barefooted, Rachael stands a statuesque 5’ 9”, and in the boots she was pushing 6’ and looked amazing. I so wished I had my camera! She commented she never felt pretty, I assured her she was more than just pretty. All she needed was a whip and mask to be the dominatrix queen. I only wished the resort was full of people to drop their jaws at her appearance.

Our new friends had already had “round one” of playhouse fun and were taking a naked smoke break outside the playhouse when Rachael and I arrived. In short order round two began. Rachael started in the swing with the husband doing the oral duty and I was on my way when I became stuck…well, my penis was stuck in the wife’s mouth while her friend ate her out.

The swing didn’t work out for Rachael so she flopped down on the bed in the center of the main room and for the next half hour or so the husband and his wife took turns going down on Rachael. I had been sitting on a nearby bed watching, but she was so sweet and asked me to lay next to her while they gave her oral sex. So I snuggled and kissed her while she writhed with pleasure through the husband's, then the wife's, then their friend’s oral ministrations. While the wife and friend worked on her, the husband offered her penis to Rachael. Not surprisingly she took it happily. Once again I lay beside her and watched from less than foot away as she sucked another man's cock. She whispered that she wanted me to be the last one to do her, so after the husband fucked her hard and climaxed into his condom, I went down on her for the final pleasure of the evening.

We talked and rested and agreed to get a shower back at the lodge, but in the room, once she was free from her corset, we began to make love yet once again. She was primed and ready to go. As we fucked she began hollering and moaning loud enough for the entire Lodge to hear. The next morning, Dianne commented that she had plainly heard Rachael having a great time when we’d come back from the playhouse. Rachael assured her that she had interpreted the sounds correctly and that we indeed did have a great time fucking and sucking, again.

Our new friends and Rachael went back in the pool, but I found it entirely too cold. By the end of the evening there were more people and for a while we shared the hot tub with a total of eight people.

It finally just got too late. We and our new friends went to the outdoor shower. We all messed around for a bit but she said she really did need to wash her hair. As people we did not know strolled by her, I thought on how it had been less than thirty six hours since she arrived worried about showing her body to strangers. Yet she was now naked, showering right along the campground road without the slightest concern that people could see her. She’d come a long way in a very short time.

The next morning, we were in bed snuggling and beginning to mess around when my cell phone rang. It was my daughter. Right off she says angrily, "Are you having sex with another woman?"

Her anger completely took me off guard. She was by this time in college and living with her boyfriend. She had long known that mom had sex with other men and women. She also knew mom and I had long shared our bed together with others, but for some reason the idea that Dad had gone out of town to spend the night with another woman, without Mom, upset her that day. Well, she and I have always been close and that hostility really was not something I had expected to hear from her.

After I got off the phone with our daughter I called Paula. She told me that Misty had called the house first in the mists of an anxiety attack and wanted Dad to help her calm down. Then when she found out I had spent the night with Rachael it sent her into a rage. So when she called me she was not really angry I was in bed with Rachael, but angry I was not there for her. Of course I ended up leaving to head home to deal with Misty. By the time I'd gotten home she'd calmed down and apologized for jumping on me like that.

Even though I needed to leave I encouraged Rachael not to rush off. She spent the morning sunning naked and meeting a steady stream of new people who were arriving at the Lodge for the Friday night party. Then just after noon she joined the couple from the night before for another round of hot sex in the Play House before she headed home at 2:00 PM.

She called me that night to check on Misty and thanked me several times for talking her into going to the nude resort rather than just a hotel. It had been a real eye opener for her. We both had a great time and over the next week were sure that we would get together soon to do it again.

But it was not to be. Money and time constraints kept us from bridging the five hundred mile gap between us over the summer. We had phone sex a number of times over the summer, and our love was growing strong. In the fall she began dating (as opposed to just fucking) a very nice guy. She had told him about Paula and I and our open marriage. He made it clear he did not believe in that. We continued to talk a few times a week, and we had a few rounds of phone sex in the early fall, but that was the last time.

In the spring her calls became very infrequent and she often did not answer when I called. She moved in with him roughly a year after our time at Timberline Lodge. Three months later, I got a cryptic message for me not to call her anymore. The message implied that this was at her boyfriend’s demand.

I was been surprised how much it hurt that she did not talk to me anymore. I’m sure he is being controlling, but there is nothing I can do. I will just have to wait. She knows me, and knows I that I love her and will be here for her when she needs me again. I never anticipated our open marriage hurting me like that, but it is the risks we take when we open our heart up.

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Jan 29, 2022

It sound like you and Rachel had a fabulous time at Timberline Lodge. This happened in 2011, and I know you recycle the passages from your memoir, so, what's Rachel's current situation.


Jan 28, 2022

This is a beautiful and sad part in your open marriage. Sad for Rachel that she had to hook up with a controlling man after she experienced her freedom as a single woman. I feel your hurt, too. Being let down by a person you've come to love in a special way can break your heart. That is the beauty of love, you give a part of your heart/life to another. The fortunate thing is we have enough love to love more. Thank you for sharing such and important time in your life.

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