Destinbury

Alana held Owen's hand tightly as she said, "I'm doing fine. I have a pretty nice job and Owen and I are very happy."

"I'm so glad to hear that."

"Alana," Doug said, "I know this is all so very difficult for you and it is even more difficult for us I believe, but let's talk about what happened and see if we can get past that enough to at least relax a little."

That's when Alana started to cry. She didn't even make it through the first minutes before she fell apart and Owen pulled her into him and caressed her back as she cried. He held a finger to his lips to tell Irene and Doug to be quiet, and then held up a hand telling them to wait while he held Alana close until she could settle down a little. Then after a minute Owen said, "Alana has held her secret from everybody for so very long, along with all of her mixed up emotions. She was a tender and innocent sixteen when she got the ultimate shock of her life, and it has had all of the intervening years to boil and stir inside of her. It's only recently that she has opened up with me."

"Damn it," Alana blurted out, "Why did that have to happen?" and Owen pulled her back into his chest.

"Easy honey," and he kissed her hair.

"Irene, or you Doug, tell me about that time from your perspective, and this isn't the time to dance around the truth. This may well be our only chance to ever try to work through this. Irene, would you start please."

"Oh my God, where to begin?"

"Begin with, when did the swapping start?"

Looking over at Doug for support, Irene paused, but getting nothing from Doug, she looked back at Owen and said, "It wasn't like it just started one day. Little things happened between us and friends, and then more significant things and so on."

"I understand, but the first time. I'm sure you two well remember that first time. I think it's time for Alana to hear everything. The whole truth."



Chapter One Hundred Forty One

Alana had stopped crying, but kept her arms around Owen and her the side of her face pressed into his now damp shirt as she looked toward the end table and listened, happy to be more of an observer for the moment as Irene walked them through the early days of their swapping experiences. To get Doug more into the conversation, Owen looked at him and asked, "So there were how many couples in your group?"

"Well...I mean it varied from," and he looked at his wife before he finished with, "Somewhere between three and five couples."

"All together at the same time?"

"Never once. Three couples a few times is all."

"Do you two still swap?"

"Are all of these questions really necessary?"

"Doug honey, it's okay," Irene said softly. "Owen, I'm not sorry for swapping and I'm not ashamed, nor is Doug, and to answer your question, no we don't swap anymore."

"That answered my next question."

Doug stepped in again saying, "Look Owen, we never had a clue that Alana was even aware of any swapping, and we were stunned and shocked when we learned that she knew of our secret. Nobody was supposed to ever know about our swapping. That was a very secret and personal fact."

Owen had the sense that Alana was going to say something again so he paused, but she said nothing so he again kissed her hair and held her close, and felt her take a deep breath and slowly let it out, so he knew she was getting herself together, so he continued to speak for her. "Did you ever tell Alana just how sorry you were that she saw both of you naked and copulating with your neighbors?"

Irene again looked at Doug before she said, "Alana had her say and left before we could say anything."

"What about after that?"

"I don't remember having any private time with Alana to get into that, and then enough time had passed that we thought it better to leave it alone. To let time heal the wounds."

"And now? And now as you look back, do you see that decision as being the right one?"

"Looking back doesn't do any good now Owen," Doug said. "We can't go back and change things. We've told you that none of that was supposed to happen. How could we have known that Alana was peering through that fence and watching all of the action for I don't know how many weeks?"

"I understand your point Doug. You've made it clear that Alana wasn't supposed to ever learn of your secret, but I've yet to hear either of you say you're sorry."

"Well of course we're sorry," Irene said as though she was almost offended.

"Not of course, because that isn't something that can just be assumed. You're being defensive and guarded and there's no need for that. Things happened that proved to very traumatic and terrible. You didn't intend that to happen, but it did. Had you held a gun that day and accidentally shot somebody and killed them, that would have been a horrible accident, but you would still be responsible for your actions. What we're talking about is no different, so regrets can't be assumed."

"Owen's right," Alana said releasing her hold on him. I've never had a hint of an apology or signs of regret. Okay, so I know neither of you meant for anything bad to happen, and no, I'm not judging you for getting into swapping. That was your call to make and okay fine. I honestly don't know where we can go from here, and I don't know that any good will even come from us being here, but I had to try."

"My God Alana honey," Irene said, "I...Doug and I are so very sorry that happened to you, and shame on us for never making that clear and known. I'm not going to try to justify our actions, because like Doug said, we can't go back and change things. We always taught you that you had to learn from your mistakes, take responsibility for them, and then move on. We are responsible for what happened and we're so very sorry. But isn't there some way we can move on from here? Doug and I have suffered so much from losing you Alana."

"I'd like to suggest something," Owen said. "The four of us have had a brief but very stressful and nerve fraying conversation, but I think this has been very good and constructive. Would you two be agreeable to us coming over in the morning for awhile before we head home? I think with a few hours to collect ourselves and to reflect on what's been said would be very beneficial. We were very close to getting into a shouting and blaming match, and that would do no good whatsoever."

Finally Doug said, "I think that would be a good idea Owen. Yes of course, say about ten?"

"That would be good. Alana honey, would you agree to that?"

She took a breath and then said, "Yes, that might be good, but we won't have a lot of time before we need to get on the road."

Owen stood up and holding out his hand to her, he said, "Great, then tomorrow about ten and I'm sure we'll have enough time honey."

Doug stopped Owen, and taking his hand, he said, "Thank you for whatever part you've played in getting Alana home to us. Good or bad, this ugliness needed to come out. It's a rotten shame that such a wonderful and exciting time in our lives was so tainted by this disaster."

"I know this has been tough on you, but we'll get through this. See you two in the morning then," and they walked out with Alana holding on to Owen's hand. He waited until they were pulling away before he asked Alana, "Are you going to be okay honey?"

She had tears in her eyes, and as she looked straight ahead, she nodded her head before she told him, "I'll be okay."

"Do you need anything baby?"

"Yes, I need to be in a motel and alone with you Owen."

"We're going straight to those motels we passed as we came in, so we're minutes from there."

"I hope they have a room this early in the day."

"All we can do is try," and he kicked up their speed a little while Alana watched the world go by.

Owen pulled into the Hilton Garden Inn, smiled at Alana and said, "We need another night of a little luxury. Be right back," and he left her to relax in the car at the entrance.

When he came back out he flashed the room cards, smiled and said, "You're officially feeling ill and need your medicine and a place to lie down."

"So that line worked?"

"That line worked just fine."

Alana waited only until they were in the hallway at their room door before putting her arms around him, she said, "I love you baby. You were so awesome with my parents."

"I didn't do much honey. In fact, it was they that had things that needed to be said and done."

"Oh I know, but you kept me from blabbering and crying and shouting at them, and you kept Dad from getting out of control and...well you were great."

"About Doug, you didn't tell me your dad could be pretty assertive."

"I guess I didn't remember that about him. Well he was very assertive with the women he screwed while I watched that day. I'm sorry I cried all over you too."

"You were great. I do believe some of the hurt and anger was seeping out of you is all."

"God, I'm glad that part is behind us. I'm not fearful of tomorrow at all now, and I promise I'll do my own talking then."

"I plan to sit back hold your hand and pretend I'm staring at my naked wife. When did we get married by the way?"

She smiled and said, "Sorry, I decided that at the last second. That way I didn't have to explain why Dan wasn't there instead of you. I wanted all of their attention on what we were there to discuss."

"You're good baby, you're good."

"I want to lie naked next to you honey. Not make love, but to be close while we talk and maybe take a nap."

"Perfect, and could I offer a suggestion?"

"Of course."

"You call Dan and tell him progress was made or however you want to say it, and I'll call Nila for the same reason. We also have to explain why we won't be home until tomorrow afternoon sometime."

"Oh right, so our stories better match."

"No wait, let's wait until afternoon sometime to call them."

"That might work a whole lot better. Now take me to bed"

Chapter One Hundred Forty Two

Owen woke from his nap when he noticed a light and cool touch on his cock and then his balls and she felt him stir. Looking down just as she smiled up at him, she asked him, "Nice nap love?"

"Not nearly as nice as being awakened by your touch and the feel of your hair on my thigh." She kissed the tip of his cock and watched his half erection jump to full mast, so she slipped her lips over the head and teased him with her tongue before she said, "It's time to call our other lovers honey."

"How about in an hour or so?"

"You talk nice to Nila and you'll get a reward you won't forget, now how is that for an offer?"

"So if I talk fast?"

"Oh no, now be good and you'll get your reward much later tonight. Maybe even two rewards on our last night together."

"What time is it?"

"About three thirty or so. Now call your lady and then I'll call Dan and tell him what you tell Nila. I'll just stay here and listen."

"You're going to be handling my goods while I talk to Nila?"

"It's good training for work. Teaches concentration," and she smiled up at him.

"I just hope I can keep from moaning into the phone in appreciation of your touch."

"Hi Nila," Owen said minutes later.

"Hi, are you two almost home?"

"Honey, we haven't even left Springfield."

"You're kidding, what happened?"

"Emotions and nerves ran just a little high. Alana cried and Doug, her dad, got a little defensive. I finally suggested we meet again in the morning after we've all had time to settle down, but honey, I think things will go a lot better tomorrow."

"How is Alana now?"

"Alana's quiet, but okay," and he smiled down at her. I'm sure she'll give you her perspective on the whole thing once we're home. Really though, I think today was good for all concerned."

"What will you do with the remainder of the day?"

"Take naps, eat, maybe drink a little to help settle down more. We're at a Hilton Garden Inn."

"Sounds pretty upscale."

"We needed to give ourselves a treat. For a garden inn though the garden isn't very impressive."

"I was so hoping you would be home soon."

"I was sure we would be, but once we're done here, that whole wound of Alana's can at least begin to heal. It seems she was more traumatized by that event when she was sixteen more than she realized. In the long run it's all going to be good honey, and then we'll be home," and Alana took him deep into her mouth again.

"Can I talk to Alana now?"

"She's...um, calling Dan honey, want me to have her call you?"

"No, I guess not. I'm sure she'll call me, and she probably needs a little time to put things straight in her mind. Love you and thanks for calling."

"Want me to call you tomorrow?"

"Maybe when you're close enough to let me know when you'll be home."

"I'll do that, love you honey."

"Even while you're with Alana?"

"Absolutely baby."

"I love you too Owen, bye," and Alana slid her hand slowly up his shaft and worked to cup his nut sack in her other hand.

"Alana, if you keep doing that I'm going to shoot your eye out."

She smiled up at him again and told him, "I'm enjoying just slowly exploring your goods."

"Well get up here so I can return the favor."

"No, I have to call Dan."

"While I get to know your goods lady, now move your naked sweet ass up here, grab your phone and talk to your man."

"I have my hands full of my man right now."

"Okay, but then I'll be too used up to see to your needs and desires."

She smiled then and moved up and kissed him before she said, "God I love to play with you. I wonder why."

"I don't care why, I just love feeling your hands on me."

"Better than Kathy's hands on you that night at my place?"

"She surprised me more that night, but I'm good just like this."

"You haven't learned of my surprises yet stud."

"I'm ready when you are."

"And Owen honey, I'm ready when the circumstances are right," and she reached for her phone and called Dan. "Hi baby, it's me."

"Damn, how are things going for you?"

"Good and bad. We haven't left Springfield."

"Seriously? The car break down?"

"No, I did. I crumbled in front of Mom and Dad and Owen had to save me from myself. He more or less led the conversation after that with some very good questions. Anyway, Owen finally suggested we meet again in the morning after I've had time to get my stuff together, and for Dad to cool down a little. Had Owen not been with me, that meeting could have been a pretty ugly and failing effort. Anyway, we're at a motel and going to take a nap. I'm just drained."

"I'm sure you are. So meet in the morning and then home?"

"Right, and then home, but there was a lot of construction so we're going to find a different route coming back."

"Whatever, just be safe, accomplish what you can and I'll be waiting for you."

"Thank you hon, for worrying about me and for going along with this mess."

"You're doing what should have been done long ago baby, so don't rush it."

"I'll get the most out of our time that I can," and she smiled down at Owen as he looked up from between her legs before he tasted her clit. "Um," she said quickly.

"What's wrong?"

"Sorry, just changing my position."

"I'm glad Owen is taking good care of you."

"Honey, he has been my hero, but I'll tell you more about that in the coming weeks as things come to mind."

"Okay, don't worry about me right now."

"Well you're on my thoughts a lot you know. Things happen and...and, and they remind me of something you might do for me."

"That's good to hear baby. Love you."

"Love you too baby and a lot. Be home soon, bye." Then an instant later she said, "Damn you Owen, God you're driving me crazy honey."

"I'm getting to know your clit, your slit and your lips very well. I've decided I love them a lot and I love to taste them."

"Bring your lips and tongue up here stud and replace them with that cock I was exploring a minute ago."

"Great, my lady talks dirty," and moving up she helped by steering his cock to her opening and they made love.

Chapter One Hundred Forty Three

Back in their room after dinner, Owen asked Alana, "Is it time for my surprise?"

"Sorry, not yet honey."

Then later after he yawned and looked at the darkness outside he asked her again, "Now baby?"

"Nope, sorry. I'll let you know though, I promise." Then they went to bed and lay close to each other as she told him, "I'm going to miss this so very much Owen. It's difficult to believe that we've shared so much and are so close to loving each other beyond all control, but these last couple of days alone with you have been so wonderful and so rewarding, and when I'm alone at home I'm going to cry just a little because we can never share anything like this again."

"You said early into this trip something about we might end up loving each other so much we just might run away and never go home, and damn it honey, you were closer to the truth than I could have ever believed."

Then just after two in the morning, Alana slipped out of their room and returned some ten minutes later and gently woke Owen. "Honey, wake up baby."

"What? What's wrong honey?"

"Nothing wrong at all, it's time for your surprises."

He rubbed his eyes and sat up as his smile appeared and he said, "Now?" He looked at his watch, smiled again and said, "Now baby?"

"Now lover. Slip on enough to keep us from getting arrested and come with me."

"Alana, I love you so much, but I swear I'll never be able to keep up with you baby." Then looking at her, he asked, "You're going out like that?"

"I'm fine, I have a robe on. Naked under the robe of course, but that's fine."

"Since we're in a motel, and it's two in the morning, you're going out in your robe and...well is it safe to assume we're not going to leave the area?"

"That's a safe assumption, now stop the questions and pretend your my slave and follow me okay?"

"I guess I am your slave. Um...you're barefoot."

"And that bothers you?" and she smiled.

"Nope, just making an observation. You're slave is ready."

"Okay," and they left their room and took the elevator downstairs and went straight to the lobby where, unknown to Owen, she smiled and winked at the young guy at the desk and went out through the front door.

"Alana my darling, you are totally nuts."

"That's so sweet of you, now just over here and..."

"The miniature garden? We're going to enjoy the questionable foliage in the miniature garden?"

"No," and she handed his camera to him, and even before he could put things together, she stepped back and let her robe slip from her shoulders. "You might want to be a little efficient, because I don't know if we'll have seconds, minutes or hours to play out here."

"Holy sh...Alana honey," but his camera was coming up and they were both smiling. She struck her first pose as his flash jumped to life and added a nice fill to the scatter of security lights, and the low landscaping lights. Alana went to another pose with her robe slung over her shoulder, and then leaning against the still warm but rough brick wall, kneeling in the landscaping and more. Owen was kneeling, standing, moving left and right, and shooting fast. Far better to get too many than to miss even one shot was his new motto.

He took pictures of her butt and close ups of her from the waist up accenting her modest breasts that she thought were far too small. Then she walked toward him, robe draped over her arm until she kissed him and softly told him, "I'll always love you handsome, now let's go back inside before I go to jail, and because I have one more surprise for you," and she slipped her robe on.

She stopped at lobby desk and leaning forward said, "Kyle honey, would you come out here so I can give you a hug and thank you again?"

"Yes, oh you bet," and he almost tripped over his feet to get out to her. Then as Owen stared in disbelief, she opened her robe and urged his hands inside before she pulled him into her and kissed him gently.