The Majestic Oak Ch. 05

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Chapter 5: Exposure


Kate and I left Tracy and Oliver’s bungalow on our way to meet our friends at the restaurant. We had just had wonderful time with them, and we couldn’t wait to tell the rest of the group. Tracy and Oliver were wearing casual clothes, but Kate and I were only wearing our robes to our bodies, as we came to Tracy and Oliver’s right from the Turkish baths.

On the way to the restaurant, Tracy excused herself and went to knock on the door next to their. It was the door of the bungalow where until that morning both Rachel and Carl were staying, but as we heard during breakfast, Carl had left the resort, probably breaking up with his wife, leaving Rachel by herself.

There was no response. Rachel wasn’t there. We found her at the restaurant, sitting around our usual table, joined by Barbara, Darin, Amanda and Bob.

“Hi Rachel,” Tracy said as we approached the table. “How are you holding up?”

“I’ve been better,” she replied. “But I’ll be just fine.”

The four of us went to grab some food and then joined the others around the table. As we sat down, Rachel was telling the group about her fight with Carl and her decision to stay.

“I really wanted to give this a chance,” she said. “I really wanted our marriage to succeed. But I guess it’s for the best. I wasn’t happy. And neither was Carl.”

Amanda gave her a friendly pat on her back. “You’ll be alright,” she said. “It will take time, but you’ll be alright.”

“I know I will,” Rachel replied.

“Isn’t it going to be weird for you here?” Tracy asked, trying to be as subtle as she could, “with happy couples all around you?”

“Are you referring to what the four of you were doing on the bungalow next to mine just a few minutes ago?” Rachel asked.

The four of us looked down. We were so focused on bringing back the passion to our own relationships that the thought that a broken-hearted woman was staying just behind the wall, a wall we knew for a fact had no acoustic insulation to speak of, had slipped our minds. As much as Kate and I felt ashamed, I believe Tracy and Oliver felt even more so. As returning customers to the resort, they were assigned sponsorship over their next-door newbie couple, Rachel and Carl. And thus, not only were they unable to prevent Carl from leaving, they added fuel to the fire by having loud passionate sex with us, just feet away from where she was picking up the pieces of her life.

“Cheer up,” Rachel said with her sweet southern accent, as she saw the regret in our eyes. “I know I look that way, but I’m not made of cotton candy. I know people come here to experience things, and I don’t expect you guys to walk on eggshells just because of me. On the contrary. I stayed here because I want to experience things myself. I believe you all know I had a bad marriage and very bad sex-life. I stayed here so I can experience things my husband was not able to provide me with.”

We all looked at Rachel. I’m sure we all felt sorry for her. Not for breaking up her marriage, but for the years of suffering she must have had before this breakup. But at least for me, there was something else there. I also felt in awe of her. This petite, fragile-looking woman with a sweet, high pitch voice who came from traditional upbringing was now facing, by these standards, a colossal failure of her main mission in life. But she wasn’t looking back. She was looking forwards, trying to take whatever life was willing to throw her way.

And life sure had some things planned.


“Speaking of new experiences,” Amanda broke the silence, “do you guys know what this ‘exposure workshop’ is all about?”

Amanda was referring to the third and last workshop with Nadia which was about to start one hour later.

“Does ‘exposure’ mean what I think it means?” She asked.

“Well,” Barbara replied with a smile, “it depends on what you think it means…”

“Do we…” Bob tried to refine his wife’s question.

“The robes come off,” Barbara said.

“Your robe came off on Tuesday’s session,” Kate noted, winking at Barbara.

“I know,” she said, “but it’s not the same thing. There is a lot of power in seeing some thirty people, all naked, doing stuff.”

“Stuff?” Amanda asked. “You mean fucking?”

“I really shouldn’t tell you guys,” Barbara said. “It will take some of the pleasure out of it. If you ask me, the best workshop of the week was yesterday’s ‘trust workshop’. But this one is a close second.”

The table went silent as people started to imagine what that session could be like. For me, personally, this thought resulted in some stiffness forming under my robe. At one point it was so intense that I feared my penis was going to just pop out of the robe.

I looked at Kate and wanted to divert her attention my erection, but she was looking away, at a table on the far end of the restaurant, around which Laura and Andie, the only lesbian couple at the resort were sitting by themselves.

“Do you think they’ll be there?” Kate asked Barbara.

“I giresun escort don’t think so,” Barbara said. “I believe this session only makes sense for heterosexual couples.”

“I wanna fuck them,” Kate said, quietly enough for them not to hear her, but loudly enough to make every eyeball around the table look right at her.

“What?” She asked as she saw everyone, including me, looking at her with astonishment. “I have heard about women who had some lesbian experience in college,” she explained. “But I was a nerd. I went to college to study, and I did so all the way through law school, until I finally met Pete and then it was game over.

“If we are here to have new experiences, I want to experience lesbian sex. I want to go to their table and offer to join them next time they fuck.”

If my erection wasn’t already bad enough, it now felt ten times as bad. I tucked a hand inside the robe to move my penis aside, to avoid it from finding its way out of the robe.

“Is that what you really want?” I asked her.

She nodded.

“Then I want this for you,” I said. “Not that you need my blessing.”

She kissed me softly on my cheek. “Thank you,” she said. “Not that I need your blessing.”

I looked around the table. Everyone was smiling at Kate, including Rachel. In particular, both Rachel and Tracy had this look in their eyes that I interpreted as wishing they had the guts to do what Kate was about to do.

“Wish me luck,” Kate said to all of us, and stood up.


We all followed Kate with our eyes as she walked towards the far side of the restaurant and stood by the lesbian couple’s table. From where we were, we couldn’t hear the conversation, but I’m writing it here based on Kate’s recollection.

“Hi girls,” Kate said.

“Hi girl,” Laura replied. “How can we help you?”

“I wondered if you ever wanted someone to join you,” Kate said, “you know, in bed…”

“Someone like you?” Andie asked in a skeptical voice.

“Someone like me,” Kate replied.

Andie and Laura exchanged looks, after which Andie asked Kate, “Have you ever fucked a woman before?”

“No,” Kate replied. “I want to experience that with you.”

Andie scoffed. “Sorry,” she said. “We don’t do virgins.”

“Virgin?” Kate protested. “I’m no virgin! Just this morning I fucked two of the gentlemen over at that table, and that doesn’t even include my husband!”

Andie and Laura laughed. “But you said it yourself,” Andie said, amused. “‘Gentlemen’. You only fucked men till now. You are a lesbian virgin.”

“Well,” Kate said, deciding to play their game, “I am a virgin. And you guys will have the chance to deflower me.”

“Sorry,” Andie said in a cold voice. “Virgins are needy. I don’t feel like holding your hand while you figure out how to work a clit.”

“No problems,” Kate said, “but you’ll be missing this…”

As she said that, she opened the belt of her robe and allowed the whole thing to drop to the floor. Within one second, the restaurant became silent with everybody looking at Kate’s exposed body.

As she was facing away from us, we could only see her back and her perfect ass. But the two women in front of her had a perfect view of Kate’s amazing breasts and nicely groomed groin.

We could all see the shock in Andie and Laura’s eyes as they were gazing at my wife’s naked body. But Kate wasn’t done with them.

“Oops,” she said. “I dropped my robe.” Then she turned around slowly, giving the lesbian couple a view of her ass and the rest of the twenty-something people at the restaurant, a complete frontal view of her body.

Then, slowly, she bended over to pick up her robe. She moved slowly, allowing Andie and Laura to view her labia popping up between her legs. Then, as she reached the robe, she slowly made her way up, allowing the people at the restaurant another look at her body before she turned back to the ladies, holding the robe in her hand.

“So,” she asked. “What do you say?”

Andie and Laura exchanged looks once again.

“I guess,” Andie said.

Laura smiled. “Andie and I have a private session with Nadia today at four. You can come if you want.”

“You bet!” Kate said cheerfully. “I’ll be there!”

Then Kate turned back, and made her way back towards our table. She took her time crossing the room, slowly putting her robe on. Her robe was still open as she sat down in her seat, next to me.

“I was just invited to a private session with Nadia and the lesbians,” she bragged, as she was closing her robe.

“Nice!” Tracy said with apparent jealousy.

“But we’re going to the ‘exposure’ session first,” I asked. “Right?”

“I don’t know,” Kate said. “I think I should conserve my powers.”

I was disappointed. The thought of Kate having sex with two lesbians was arousing for me, but so was Barbara’s description of thirty naked people having sex. I wanted to have THAT experience.

Kate saw the disappointed in my eyes. “Why don’t you go with gümüşhane escort Rachel,” she asked. “That is, if Rachel wants to go.”

Rachel’s eyes lit up. She was just talking about wanting to have new experiences, and without a partner, today’s workshop would have not been an option for her. Now, Kate’s proposal gave her an opportunity.

“Sure,” she said. “I’d love to go.”

“Are you sure?” I asked Rachel. “These workshops are meant for couples, who are already intimate with one another. Aren’t you afraid this is going to be weird?”

Rachel smiled at me. “Weirder than yesterday’s session?” She asked. “When this nice fella was massaging me between my legs?” She gestured towards Oliver, who was her partner in Wednesday’s “trust workshop”. “Or Tuesday’s workshop, where all of you were watching as Carl was trying to work a vibrator inside my robe?”

“I guess not,” I said quietly.

“If there will be anything too weird there,” she said, “for either of us, we’ll just leave.”

I nodded. Once again, I felt my penis trying to make its way out of the robe. This time it wasn’t because of the session, but because of the woman who was about to join me there.


Back at the bungalow, Kate suggested I took a shower before the workshop. After all, I did not shower since the previous night, and had a lot of action that morning.

I took a quick shower and then put on a clean robe. When I got back to the bedroom, Kate lay down her Kindle and reached for the night-stand drawer, handing me a condom.

“What is it for?” I asked.

“You know what it’s for,” she replied. “For Rachel.”

“She just broke up with her husband,” I said. “It would be wrong of me to take advantage of that.”

Kate smiled. “Always the gentleman,” she said, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on my cheek. “I know you think that way now, but later, you may think otherwise. Or not think at all…”

“I’m not going to have sex with her,” I said.

Kate slid the condom in my robe pocket. “I know,” she said. “But just in case. You know, so that she doesn’t raise your baby.”


I came early to the dojo, but Rachel was already there when I arrived. She sat on the mattress next to Amanda and Bob’s, and was talking to them.

“Hi,” I said as I reached them.

“Hi,” the three of them replied.

Rachel got up and gestured towards the bean bag that was sitting behind the mattress. Like in previous sessions, the men were supposed to sit on the mattresses and to lean back on the bean bags. Once I did, Rachel came to sit at my lap, leaning on me.

“What were you talking about?” I asked her.

“I was telling them about Carl,” Rachel said.

“I don’t think I told you this in person,” I said, “I’m really sorry about what you just went through.”

“Thank you,” she said.

“What were you talking about?” I asked, “If it’s OK to ask…”

“Amanda was just telling me how badly her time with him was in yesterday’s session,” Rachel said.

“I know,” I said quietly. “She told us.”

I couldn’t see Rachel’s expression as I said it, but I don’t think she was bothered by this fact.

“I told her it wasn’t her fault,” Rachel said. “He just isn’t too much into anyone with a vagina.”

“Oh,” I said, realizing what Rachel’s life must have been like.

“I was a virgin when I married him,” she said, “and technically I remained a virgin months later. He always made excuses, blaming it on stress and on being tired, and then he implied he may have a physiological problem. But I knew it was nothing like that. When he was sleeping he would often get an erection, but he would wake up startled if I ever touched it. At one point I figured it out.”

“Why didn’t you break up?” I asked. “Why didn’t he come out of the closet?”

“You know where we come from,” she explained. “Where we come from, you don’t just break up a marriage because you’re not attracted to each other. And you sure as hell don’t come out of no closets. His job was to provide for me and for our children, and my job is to provide him with those children. It’s as simple as that. Nobody cares if you’re attracted to one another. The only passion you need to have in life is passion for the Almighty.”

I sighed. Life for, as Barbara had put it earlier that day, “big city liberals” like Kate and myself sometimes seems complicated, and we sometimes envy religious people for having everything figured out. But hearing Rachel’s story I realized how lucky Kate and I were to have been born to a secular, liberal society, where the search for personal happiness is a sacred value.

I hugged her, placing my hands on her belly. She placed her soft hands on mine, letting me know she liked my touch.

“And did you?” I asked. “Did you provide him with children?”

“No,” she said in a broken voice. “I know it makes me a bad Christian, and probably a bad person, but I didn’t.

“Look, I want to be a mother more than anything. But not like that. Not hakkari escort with Carl. I knew that if I had children, those children would have locked me into this marriage and I would never be able to find happiness. So when he got pills to fix his imaginary problem and we started having sex once a month, for the sake of making babies, I made sure this once a month fell on time when a baby would never come out.”

“How did you pull that off?” I asked. “Didn’t he ever notice?”

“As you can understand,” she said, “he never took interest in what was going on between my legs.”

“But didn’t he say anything when you didn’t get pregnant for…”

“Seven years,” she answered the question I didn’t ask. “He wanted us to start treatments,” she said. “But I told him the first question they would ask was how often do we have sex. You see, I had my secret to keep, but so did he.”

I had a million questions for her, but my time to ask them was up as Nadia entered the dojo.


“Hi everyone,” Nadia said, “and welcome to the third and last workshop of this week, the exposure work…”

Her eyes locked at Rachel and me.

“Hi,” she said. “You know this workshop is for couples, right?”

“I’m sorry,” Rachel said, taking responsibility. “My husband left me this morning. I asked Pete to join me here if that’s OK.”

Nadia looked at Rachel, at me and then at Rachel again. Then she said, “OK, that’s find. You can stay. But if, for any reason, you feel this session is too much for you, please don’t ruin it for the rest of us. Just leave quietly.”

“Sure,” Rachel said. “We will.”

“OK people,” Nadia turned to the whole group. “Sorry about that. Welcome to the exposure workshop. I see that you are all in your ready stance, holding your partners, which is great. But now I want you to stand up and face each other.”

Rachel and I got up and faced each other, as Nadia instructed.

“Now I want you to hold each other,” she said, “and share a long, passionate kiss.”

I looked at Rachel, not sure what I was supposed to do.

“You can kiss me if you want,” she said, laying a soft hand on my cheek.

I tried to see this from her perspective. She spent seven years of her life with a man who wasn’t attracted to her. Although I was sure they had kissed many times, this was never a kiss of true passion. In her eyes I saw the desire to experience a real kiss, by someone who would appreciate her for what she was, a truly beautiful and sexy woman.

I wanted her to have that. I wanted her to experience a passionate kiss by someone who was truly attracted to her. But at that point in time, I wasn’t that. As attracted as I was to her in general, after hearing her sad story I could not think about her in a sexual way. All I could think about was how sorry I was for her misfortune, and how much I admired her for her strength.

But she, in her sweet and kind way, was persistent. Seeing my hesitation, she moved her hand from my cheek to the back of my head, and slowly brought me to her lips, for a soft kiss.

Her lips were warm and wet. She had tears in her eyes that smeared on my cheek. My heart started racing. Suddenly, her sad story was no longer on my mind. Just her soft lips and my hunger for them.

We broke that kiss and looked at each other. I couldn’t wait to go back to her lips for another kiss, but wanted to make sure the feelings were mutual. Looking at her, I knew they were.

I leaned forward for another kiss. This time it was longer and more passionate. I even felt her tongue reaching for mine. She wrapped her hands around me and I wrapped mine around her, feeling the warmth of her body pressing against mine. Down below my belt, an old friend came back for a visit.


“OK, people,” Nadia interrupted our kiss, “I see a lot of passion here, that’s great! But you should save some for later. Now, I want you to turn around and face the center of the room, forming a circle. You can hold hands with your partners if you want.”

We did as Nadia instructed. I didn’t know what was the right thing to do with regards to holding hands, but Rachel took my hand, making the decision for me.

“And now,” Nadia said, “we get to the ‘exposure’ part of this workshop.”

My heart raced. I looked at Rachel and she seemed anxious too.

“Hank,” Nadia turned to the older African American man. “This must be your, what, ninth exposure workshop? Can you please show the rest of the group what we do here?”

“Sure thing,” Hank replied, smiling at Nadia. “Hi,” he said to the group, “I’m Hank.”

“Now we all say, ‘Hi Hank,'” Nadia said.

“Hi Hank,” everyone said.

Then, Hank dropped his robe to the floor, exposing his large, erect penis.

“Now we all say, ‘You’re beautiful, Hank,'” Nadia said.

“You’re beautiful, Hank,” we all said.

Suddenly, I started to laugh uncontrollably. I wasn’t the only one.

“Hey, people,” Nadia said, “I know this is hard. Exposing yourselves is hard. It can be highly embarrassing. But just like so many other things we did this week, we are here to learn how to do this, leaving the negative feelings of shame and embarrassment behind us. This little ritual, although it may seem silly to some of you, is an important piece of this process. So I ask you to be respectful and to do your part.”

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