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Excerpts 6: Elizabeth Ann George (KNA Elizabeth Ann Baker): Wife Swapping with Ken & Kari

A Short Summary Excerpt
ELIZABETH ANN GEORGE
Elizabeth Ann Baker
Wife swapping with Ken & Kari

Based on true events. Some portions subject to change. (This summary/excerpt may not be suitable for minors) XXXX indicates redacted information for website purposes. This redacted information will appear in the book.


Ken and Kari XXXX lived next door to us on 39th Street West in Bradenton. Elizabeth and I became involved with them in what is commonly known as wife swapping. We had swapped partners with them on a number of occasions. Most of the swapping occurred at our house. We all would be in the same bed, normally at the same time. Ken was with Elizabeth and I was with Kari. We all had a good time. A really good time.

One time we decided to rent a motel room in St. Petersburg. The motel had a hot tub in it and showed adult movies. None of us had been in a hot tub before. At least not like this.

We drove to the motel in Ken's Ford Explorer. Ken and Kari in the front, Beth and I in the back. Elizabeth was really excited. I was getting a kick out of her. She started necking with me on the drive to the motel. Definitely already horny.

We pulled into the parking lot, parked, and went inside. The room had red and black carpeting and dark paneled walls. It had one large room. In one of the comers was a hot tub built up on a platform. Just right for four people. I looked inside. It had water jets. This should be interesting.

We turned the lights out leaving only the television and the bathroom light on. The television was mounted on the wall at the foot of the bed. The entrance to the bathroom was also at the foot of the bed. Needed light to see.

We filled the tub with water. It had a timer with a one hour maximum limit at which time the timer had to be turned back on. I turned the timer on. The water heater started to warm the water and the water jets started swirling the water around. Nice! We all took off our clothes and got in.

There was a small, (honest to god it was small), bottle of bubble bath that the motel supplied sitting on the edge of the tub. I took the bottle, opened it up and dumped it all in the tub. Big mistake!!

Have you ever seen a movie where the suds from a washing machine start bubbling out of the top of the machine? This was worse. Much worse.

Picture this. Here we are, all sitting in this tub. I dump the bottle of bubble bath in. We continue to sit there as the bubbles are getting higher, and higher, and higher. Before you know it we are literally covered up in bubbles. And I mean we were covered up. But it didn't stop there. The bubbles overflowed the tub and were spilling onto the floor. Uh oh.

They kept getting higher, and spilling, and higher, and spilling. It looked like we were being attacked by the Bubble Monster!

My wife was laughing hysterically as was Kari. Ken and I got out of the tub and were trying to scoop the bubbles back in. It did no good. They just kept coming. And coming. And coming.

Elizabeth looked at me. "Are they ever going to stop?", she asked.

I looked back at her as I tried to scoop another armful back into the tub. "I don't think so." She laughed again.

I turned off the tub and drained the water out of it. Maybe this would take care of the situation.

Beth and Kari were sitting in the tub with no water in it, naked but covered in bubbles, still laughing and now making fun at me.

You couldn't turn on the water jets until the tub got full to a certain point. I turned on the water and waited for it to rise. When it got full enough the water jets started. It didn't take long. "Oh shit!"

Once again the bubbles did the same thing. They filled up the tub and overflowed onto the floor. God, what a mess. Why don't they put directions on the bottle: USE VERY SPARINGLY!.

Kari and Elizabeth just laughed and laughed and laughed. This was beginning to not be funny. I took an armful of bubbles and dumped it on them. A lot of good that did, they were already covered. Soapy titties.

Finally after draining and filling the tub two more times I got situation under control. But there was still a hellava lot of bubbles. Time to get down to business.

Elizabeth was beside me and Kari beside Ken. All of us sitting around in a hot tub, naked, covered in bubbles. I ran my foot up the inside of Kari's leg to her vagina. Her eyes popped open and she looked at me, started laughing. We were having a good time.

Kari reached down, took my foot and started rubbing it on her vagina as she rocked her pelvis against it. Ken saw what I was doing and he started doing the same thing to my wife. Same result.

I started kissing Elizabeth and Ken was kissing Kari. Ken and I were exploring our wives' bodies with our hands, our wives exploring our's. Soapy breasts.

Kari suggested that she and Beth switch places. Without saying a word my wife stood up as Kari moved over next to me. Beth sat down next to Ken. New soapy breasts to play with! For both me and Ken!

We sat there talking, laughing and joking. I was across from Beth. Ken was across from Kari. Beth had a foot in my crotch. I had a foot in her's. Ken had a foot in Kari's crotch. And Kari had one of her feet in his. All under the water. Toes wiggling, doing all the work.

The girls started getting excited. Squirming in their seats. Toes wiggling on a vagina will have that affect. Beth reached a hand under the water and I saw Ken stiffen, his eyes getting big. Kari laughed. So did I. Kari couldn't resist. She did the same thing to me. "Oh, Yeah."

I leaned over and started kissing Kari, rubbing a breast. I saw Ken put his hand under the water. He touched my foot and I moved it. Then I heard my wife. "Ohhhhhhh Goddd."

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