"I wish I'd filled my mug before we came up here," Helen said as she sipped. "I wasn't thinking." She removed her top and bra with a single motion. Trevor got a good, full look at his wife's naked torso, her paunch, her larger but not large, no longer firm breasts. She pretended not to notice that he stared, but she knew he did.

​     "We're going to have to ration," he said, smiling. Broove was the last thing on his mind at the moment. He stripped off his own shirt.

     "My slacks feel so heavy on me right now," Helen said.

     They removed their pants and met, nude, in the middle of the bed.

     Now they both got a good look at each other's naked bodies, every wrinkle, each fold. Trevor kissed her underarms. He sniffed her toes. He opened her legs to get a look at her spread pussy and asshole even as he felt her examining his balls with tender fingers.

     Helen got on her stomach so that Trevor could touch every part of the back of his wife's body. Then it became Trevor's turn to get on his stomach so that Helen could do the same to him.

     As she ran her hands over his shoulders, she said, "Hey! What's that? That's a bump. Why do you have a bump on your back?"

     "It's nothing. It's a little blob of nothing."

     "Is that your professional opinion, Dr. Harper?"

​     "It doesn't hurt. I barely notice it."

​     "We're going to talk about this."

     "Not now. Please."

     "Turn back around. I want to kiss you."

     Trevor's stiff penis did kind of a floppy thing as he flipped on his back, and then, there she was, at his face, her body against his, nakedness against nakedness. In his mind, in his soul, it became easy for Trevor to get lost in flesh, his flesh, her flesh, flabby flesh, flesh over muscle, sweaty flesh, flesh, flesh.

      He pulled away from her because he got to thinking about her breasts and, therefore, wanted to get a look at her breasts. He caressed them. He made them jiggle. He kissed each nipple in turn.

     Her mouth free, Helen went for another sip of broove.

     "Oh no!"

     "What?'

     "I'm done. My mug's empty."

​     "Have some of mine. There's...oh, wait a minute. My mug's empty, too."

     "Now what are we going to do?"

     "Being out of broove hardly signals the end of civilization."

​     "Yeah, but still..."

     "You seriously want us to get our clothes back on so we can go find more broove?"

     "I guess not, but...I wonder if there's a keg on this floor somewhere?"

     "One of the suites is for everybody, and, yes, there's a keg in that suite." Claudia replied.

     "Is there anybody in that suite right now?" Helen asked.

     "No, the room is empty."

     "Are likely are we to get caught if we make a quick broove run?"

     "That, I cannot say."

​     Helen rolled off the bed. She grabbed her empty mug. "I'm going, then."

     "Helen!"

CONTINUE