A WELL LAID PLAN
(MF, M+F, mature, swing, cons, reluc?, lt. bond, exhib, oral, anal)

by Art Martin

Sam and Jan, Bill and Lisa, they have been neighbors and best friends for years. A little risqué fun had always been tantalizing and exciting...

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted, 2006, 2007 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.

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Standard Disclaimer: This story contains sexually graphic and explicit material and as such it is not suitable for minors. If you are a minor, please leave now as it is illegal for you to be here. If it is illegal for you to read or view sexually explicit material in the community you view such material, please leave now. This story and characters are purely fictional and any resemblance to events or persons (living or dead) is purely coincidental. If you are offended by sexually explicit stories, please read no further. If you are offended by stories featuring group sex, bisexual situations, incest, sex between minors and adults, or any other situation, please check the story code before reading the text. These stories are just that, stories, and do not promote or condone the activities described herein, especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex between adults and minors.

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FORWARD – I wrote this story a few years back and posted it to Literotica. As it had numerous serious flaws, I wasn’t at all pleased with the original version . Thinking that the story premise was basically good, I recently picked up the story and made significant revisions to the original. Still not satisfied, I enlisted RLM to read the revised text and make comments. His comments were right on the mark, and as a result, I seriously revised the text again. His astute comments have greatly added to the erotic flavor of “A Well Laid Plan”. For that, I’m deeply grateful. If you haven’t read any of his well crafted stories rooted in the swinging-lifestyle, by all means do so, by clicking on the following link to EXOTIC STORIES by RLM. I have particularly enjoyed his “Paula and Gordon” series that relate to events that he and his hot wife have shared. Again, thank you RLM.

Now, please enjoy, A WELL LAID PLAN.

Art Martin

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We've lived next to each other, raised our kids together, and have been best friends since, what... the better part of sixteen, maybe seventeen years; yeah, closer to seventeen.   Janet and I built our house when Denise was still in diapers.  Anyway, Bill and Lisa are either always at our house, or Janet and I are over at their house, or we are all together at the lake house we share.  There is no one Janet and I would rather spend time with than Bill and Lisa and they feel the same way about Janet and me.  Bill's my regular golfing, jogging, workout, fishing and hunting buddy and Janet and Lisa are simply inseparable.  We even take family vacations together.   The big joke is why Bill and I both had swimming pools built, as we only use one at a time.

Now Lisa may be perfect and she'll readily tell you that, but Bill, like most men is far from perfect.  He can be pushy, actually downright boorish at times and he does have a temper that occasionally flares when things go badly.  Still, he is the type of guy that will always lend a helping hand when needed and is someone who always pulls his own weight.  He's definitely the type of guy you would want to share a foxhole with if you were in a combat zone.  Doesn't make for a bad dinner partner either. Like I said, he's my best friend, warts and all.

For example, when we first met, Jan thought Bill to be insufferable and incorrigible.  Well, he is incorrigible, but I didn't think of him as such.  I just thought of him as a regular guy, being a guy, a guy who was supremely confident in his place in the universe.  Across the street we had some neighbors (the Jenkins, but we called them the Jerkins) who were truly insufferably boorish.  Both the man (if you could him that) and his fat slob of a wife were downright rude and nasty.  Their two kids weren't any better and no one on the street wanted to have a thing to do with any of them. 

One day Bill had a run in with the boy, who was about ten.  The kid smart mouthed Bill.  Naturally Bill took exception to it and told the kid to get lost and stay away.  He ran home and a few minutes later, the kid's mother came out and got in Bill's face.  How dare Bill take it upon himself to dress her son down? It didn't matter to her that her precious little Johnny had been deliberately destroying Bill's shrubbery or that he was a disrespectful little shit.  I was out front trying to get my grass to grow and I had witnessed this entire episode, so I could testify that Bill acted entirely appropriately.  Never mind that, the bitch called the cops on Bill for assaulting her lying little bastard.  Naturally I stood by Bill and the cops dismissed the entire thing.  Of course the upshot was an increased animus towards the Jerkins. 

About three weeks later while I was out of town, the Jerkins house caught fire.  Putting his differences aside, Bill rushed to see if he could help.  Dick (Dickless) Jerkins was just standing about, paralyzed into inaction as his house burned.  Little Johnny‑Arson was milling about unconcerned, still playing with the butane lighter he had been playing with in the house.  The Lady Jerkins was hysterical.  "Where's your little girl?" Bill asked more than once before little Johnny nonchalantly pointed to the burning house.

Disregarding his own personal safety, Bill immediately went into the conflagration, finding the little girl sitting on her bed screaming her head off for her mommy.  Bill wrapped her up in a blanket and made it out of the house just before the fire department arrived.  The little girl was fine, but Bill suffered from smoke inhalation and several relatively minor burns for which he was hospitalized for a few days.  The house was a total loss and we never saw the Jerkins after that.  For his troubles, Bill never received so much as a thank you from the Jerkins for saving the little girl.

After that Jan saw only the good qualities in Bill and forgave all his faults.  Bill, and his curvaceous wife Lisa, soon thereafter became our closest friends.  The rest, as they say, is history.

Just last year we got all the kids, including our youngest, out of the house and off to college.  For the first time in twenty‑something years, we were all childless.  Well, sort of. Bill and I still have the bills to pay, but we don't have to plan the kids into our every move.  It's as if we've all been liberated from a long siege, a siege I might add that we would never trade a single moment of, but a siege nonetheless. 

Having kids always hanging around, I always conducted myself accordingly.  I really didn't anticipate acting any different, but the girls, they seemed to be happiest about the empty nests.  Frankly I was a bit surprised with them, but then again, maybe I shouldn't have been. 

Bill and I had flirted shamelessly with each other's wives for years whenever the kids were out of earshot, and the girls flirted back.  Nothing ever went any farther than perhaps a smoldering kiss or the very occasional "accidental" grope.  I had fantasies of things going a little farther, but I mostly kept those thoughts to myself.

A few times during the past two years, when the kids were all safely off somewhere else, the four of us would get snockered in the hot tub and Bill and I would playfully relieve our wives of their bikini tops. Bill and I would gleefully get an eyeful, while the girls would get indignant, then playful, but it was all strictly hands off.

Like I said, we spent a lot a time together, and a little risqué fun was acceptable, so I thought nothing of coming home late one Friday afternoon, dragging my sorry ass in from a grueling week on the road, to find my buxom neighbor, Lisa, sitting at the kitchen table. She was wearing a swimsuit, a white string bikini actually, and her tits seemed like they were about to burst forth.  I did a quick glance around, expecting to find my Janet nearby. 

"Oh, hi, Lisa," I cheerily greeted, pleased at the display of womanly flesh before me.  My eyes wandered brazenly up and down her lithe body and flirting back, she arched her back slightly to make her ample boobs more prominent.

"Hi, Sam.  You look beat," she said in her syrupy voice.  "Would you like for me to fix you a drink or... would you like to go change into something more comfortable first?"

"A drink sounds great, but I think I'll change first."  I made a beeline to the master bedroom half expecting to find Janet.  Janet wasn't there, but I really thought nothing of it as I shucked my coat, tie and everything else I had on, and slipped into a loose pair of baggy swim trunks. 

When I walked back into the kitchen, Lisa rose from chair.   I couldn't help but whistle and stare.  Lisa is a tall, leggy woman, 5 foot ten, with short brunette hair, and very nicely endowed in every way.  Even after a gaggle of kids and the relentless march of time, she, just like my Janet, is still a ravishing beautiful woman.  The very skimpy, white string bikini contrasted very nicely with her bronzed skin. To say that she was incredibly sexy would be an understatement.

"Now, how about that drink?  What'll you have, Sam?"

I didn't answer for a moment as my attention was completely committed to studying generous curves of her sumptuous body.  Apparently pleased with my unabashed gawking, she smiled, turned and walked towards the bar. 

Audibly I sucked in my breath as I saw that she had on a thong bottom, her marvelously callipygian bare butt cheeks flexing sexily as she walked away.  My semi‑hard cock sprung to full attention, tenting out my baggy trunks.  "Oh, my god!" I blurted.

"What's the matter?" she coyly asked.

"Damn girl!  You're giving me a hard‑attack!  Did I ever tell you that you have a beautiful ass?"

"I always thought you liked my breasts."

"Oh, I do, I do, but that... that bathing suit."

She stopped and looked over her shoulder at her bare butt cheeks.  "Oh, do you really like it?  It's not too baggy, is it?" she playfully asked with a lilting laugh.  Then she spun around, hands locked behind her head to make her large breasts even more prominent, modeling the minimalist bikini.  

"God damn, Lisa, that's a silly question, of course I like it!  Sweet Jesus!  Is that thing legal?"

"I'm so glad that you like mine.  Janet was worried that you and Bill might not like them."

 "Them?"

"Yes, we bought these on sale today, for five bucks each.  What do you think?"

"Well, if you paid by the square footage of material, I'd say you got taken.  But, hell, considering the whole package, I'd say that you got quite a bargain."

"Scotch?  Glen Levet with a splash?"  she asked holding out my drink.  She knew me almost as well as my wife did.  As I took the drink from her, I noticed she made no effort to divert her eyes away from my jutting boner.

"Uh, where's Bill?"

"He's home," she replied without concern.

"Coming over soon?"

"I hope not."

"Uh, where's Janet?"

"She's with Bill.  Showing off her new bikini.  Hers is yellow, and does she look fantastic!"  I imagined my petite Janet in a yellow thong bikini, her blonde hair reaching her shoulders.  I knew damned good and well that she looked fantastic.   Then I thought of Bill, drooling, brain dead and with an aching hard‑on.  Poor bastard!

"Oh, I get it...  You two want to play games tonight," I said with a wry grin.

Lisa smiled sweetly. "Games?” was the coy reply.  “You don't mind... do you?"

"No... So far I like the game very much," I replied sipping my scotch and ogling my best friend's nearly naked wife.  "Besides, I learned long ago not to make any unnecessary waves." 

As I eyeballed Lisa's near nudity, I was definitely intrigued with the game the girls had come up with.  In the past, on several occasions, they had 'switched' for a few hours, for dinner and drinks, and nothing else, certainly nothing as risqué as tonight's little display.  As I wondered what they had in store for this evening, my mind had randy thoughts; thoughts that I knew that had absolutely no chance of ever happening.

 "Good.  I know you're beat.  So, how about a swim to relax and rinse away the day's grime?"  She turned and headed for the patio.  I followed, my eyes transfixed on her firm swaying buns, enjoying every rippling movement of her bare flesh.

The water felt great.  I churned the pool into a froth relieving my pent up tensions.  Lisa sat on the steps in the shallow end careful not to get her hair wet.  After fifteen minutes of furious swimming I stood and waded towards her and my now tepid drink. 

She rose from the stairs and water, sitting up on the coping, leaning back, resting on her hands with beads of water dripping off her skin. The thin wet fabric had practically disappeared, the outline of her wide dark aureoles were now clearly visible.  But what really got my attention was the blatant bare camel‑toe as the thin crotch of her bottoms disappeared into her slit, exposing and accentuating the puffy flesh of her smooth hairless pudenda. 

I took a long sip as I studied her camel‑toed pussy.   During my swim my organ that had resumed an unexcited state, but now began to harden once again.  Stiffening, my cock got caught in a leg of my trunks.  The harder it got, the more uncomfortable it became. 

Grinning impishly, Lisa reached up, tugged at my trunks and freed my obstructed penis.  "There, is that all better?" she said with a sparkle in her eyes.  

It was fleeting, but that was the first time she had ever deliberately touched my cock.  I wanted to grab her hand and place it back on my dick, no better yet, shove her face into my crotch and grind into her.  I did neither.  I just stood dumbly, my dick throbbing, wondering what it'd be like to have a randy toss with her.  There had been so many times over the past decade when I felt a nearly uncontrollable urge to take her, but I never did, never pressed it for fear that she was just teasing, fear that Janet would divorce me and fear that Bill would castrate me after working me over with an aluminum softball bat.  Like my wife with Bill, Lisa was a first class prick tease, always so near, so alluring, and yet so unattainable. How those two women loved to torture us!  It was a cruel game our wives loved to play, and Bill and I were their willing victims.

I stood looking down at her, not knowing what to do next, wishing that I could somehow get my cock tangled up again so that she could fix it.  Wishing that something more would happen other than just another delightful tease designed to make me so horny that I would then ravish my wife.  Wishing that I had the courage just to drop my trunks and... see what happens.

She smiled coyly up at me, reading my mind like Janet always did.  She reached up, placing her hand on my thigh and moved it upwards a few inches.  She wasn't touching my cock or my balls, just running her fingertips barely inside the baggy leg of my trunks. 

"Uh, Lisa... better stop."

"Why?  We're two adults."

I swallowed half of my drink.  "Yes, but Bill, Janet, they're..."

"Busy.  Unless of course you want to interrupt them."

"Busy?  Interrupt them?"

"Well, maybe interrupt isn't the right word.  At least not until seven."

"What are you talking about?"

"Seven PM.  Janet and I decided to give ourselves until seven to call it off."

"Call what off?"

"Oh," she said with a mischievous grin, "let's just call it... games."

"What's seven gotta do with it?"

"Well, we decided that we, any of us, could chicken out before seven.  You know, if anyone, you, Bill, Janet or me, have second thoughts."

"Second thoughts?"

"Oh, come now, Sam!  You and Bill are such little boys sometimes.  I've seen the way you look at me, so has Janet.  And I've certainly seen the way Bill looks at her.   Other than his sometimes crude comments, he's never said anything to me about his attraction to Janet, but I know exactly what's going on in his fevered male brain.  You're no better!   Janet tells me that you've never mentioned to her your attraction to me either."

"Well, it's not something I could tell my wife," I said defensively as finished my scotch.

"Why not?"

"Jesus, Lisa.  I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize my marriage or our friendship."

"Bet you never even talked to Bill about it either."

"Well, no.  Of course I haven't."

"You two never discussed your attractions to the other's wife."

"No!  Well, I did say that you had a great body, nice tits and, uh, a great mind too, but we..."

"And Bill never said anything to you about Janet?"

"Uh, no," I lied again.  Actually Bill and I had talked about our wives quite a bit.   Bill definitely had the hots for Janet, just as I had the hots for his wife.  We talked about it, mostly when we were drunk, but figured the girls would never go for any serious extramarital play, not that either of us would actually tolerate our wife with another man.

"That's just what we figured.  You know, a few times in the hot tub, we thought that things might get very interesting, but nothing ever did."

"You wanted..."

"I adore you, Sam.  I find you very attractive.  Not as a husband, mind you.  I have one of those," she laughed, "but as a special friend."

"Special friend?  Sounds like I'm retarded or something."

"No, silly!" she laughed.  "A SPECIAL friend, a very special friend.  You know, someone to... shall we say... play with."

"Play with?  You're putting me on."

"Tonight's the night, if none of us chickens out.  Hey, if you have a problem with any of this, all you have to do is call Janet before seven and let her know.  Do that and it stops.  Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

"Do I have to draw a picture?"

"You mean, Bill and Janet?  Me and you?"

"Tonight, yes.  Tomorrow?  Game's over.   You want to play?"

I was stunned.  Never in my wildest imaginations did I honestly think that the girls would ever suggest such a thing.  I couldn't help but think that if Bill and I had concocted such a plan, we'd both be sleeping in the back of our cars or in the tool shed for a long, long time.  I glanced at the clock, ten past six. 

"Hungry?" she asked.  "I have a nice, light dinner all prepared for us.  C'mon, let's eat and give ourselves a little time to consider the matter."  She stood and headed back into the house, her smoothly rounded buttocks suggestively flexing as she walked.  I followed a few paces behind taking in the exquisite view.

Lisa went straight to the bar and fixed us another round of drinks.  Handing me a fresh scotch, she mused ruefully, "Don't be disappointed if someone calls before seven.  Bill is soooo conservative, you know."

I sat on a towel at the elegantly set dining room table so not to get Janet's chair wet.  Lisa lit the candles and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving me to my thoughts and reflections.  I downed the scotch in one gulp and got up to fix another.

Placing a huge salad topped with chilled grilled salmon at my place before me she asked,  "Nervous?"

"Uh, yeah.  How about you?"

"Butterflies," she said as she sat next to me.

I conjured up an image of Bill and Lisa's dining room.  Bill was sitting at the table, lecherously ogling my near naked wife, with one eye on the clock, ready to fuck the hell out her in forty minutes.  I saw in my mind's eye the clock striking seven, my darling wife, kneeling between his muscular legs, his big hand guiding her head to perform fellatio on him.  Fuck!  I wasn't so sure about all this, but I had time.  All I had to do to put a stop to it was make a call and Janet wouldn't have sex with Bill. 

With a twinge of horror, I visualized Bill, dispensing with the rules, ripping his telephone from the wall and brutally taking what I knew he had coveted for so long.  I looked over at Lisa and her boobs‑a‑bulging and thought, 'Hmmmm, that's not such a bad idea.'

I'm sure that the salad was delicious, but I don't remember tasting it, only putting my fork on the empty plate and looking up at the clock.  I never even touched the fresh cibata bread and extra virgin olive oil.  Twenty five minutes. 

"Would you like some lemon meringue pie?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," I stammered.  The adrenaline was flowing now, as I was torn between my desire to fuck Lisa and my reluctance to let Bill fuck Janet. 

Five more minutes ticked off and my gut was churning.   "Holy shit," I muttered as the moment of no‑return approached.

 "What was that?" Lisa asked as she placed a slice of the cold pie topped with at least five inches of meringue in front of me, the scent of lemon filling my nostrils. 

"Nothing, I was just thinking."

"About you and me or about Bill and Janet?"

"Both."

"I know," she sighed.  "Look, if you want stop this, all you have to do is call.  We'll all have a good laugh about it tomorrow."  She was still standing there next to me; the scent of lemon was replaced by the unmistakable scent of feminine arousal.

"Lisa, do you want to stop this?"

Lisa batted her big brown eyes at me.  "Oh lord, I'm so nervous, but this was my idea.  No, I don't want to call, but then again..."

I ate the pie, never taking my eye off of her or the way that string lewdly rode up into her pussy until the pie had disappeared completely.  I looked back up at the clock, fourteen minutes to go. 

Visions of Bill, sucking on Janet's tits, MY JANET'S TITS, filled my tortured brain.  I looked back at Lisa's tits and a vision of me greedily suckling on those hooters replaced my previous mental image.  Mentally I wallowed in those magnificent jugs as my cock found it's mark, spreading her labia around my throbbing girth.  Then as if switching TV channels, I visualized big ole Bill, effortlessly holding my darling petite Janet off the ground, her dainty feet never touching the ground, fucking her on his dick as he stood like Atlas.  I dreamed of lying back with Lisa's lips locked around my grateful cock, giving me one of those super deluxe blowjobs that Bill was always talking about. Then I thought of Bill, knowing that Janet liked it in the backdoor, spreading her ass cheeks for sodomy.

For the next ten minutes I wrestled with the competing interests of my conscious and my growing lust. 

'What would the kids think?  How would they know?  Goddamn, Lisa sure is a good looking cunt!... Is Bill a better lover than I am?  What if he is?  Will Janet abandon me for Bill's cock?...  Is Lisa as tight as I imagine her to be?  Will this destroy our marriage?  Destroy our friendships?  Oh fuck, I don't know! I don't know!...  Do I want Bill screwing Janet?  No, not really. Do I want Janet screwing Bill?  No, not really.  What happens later?  Does Bill screw her whenever I'm gone?  Do I want to screw Lisa?  Damned right I do!  Does Lisa really want to screw me?  Apparently she does and why not?  I'm a good‑looking guy. 

'Wait! Son of a bitch! Is this all some sort of a devious trap, perhaps a bet between the girls?  A test of my loyalty?  Is Bill in on it?  No, he wouldn't.... oh, yes he would, the bastard!  I'll bet he's laughing his balls off right now! In fact, this is probably all his idea just to jack me around... Well, pal, there always payback!  The tournament!  The tournament last week!  Maybe this is payback for that goofy golf ball that I slipped in on him...'  A smile spread across my face as I recalled his befuddled look with that crazy 250 yard knuckleball slice!  'No, he wouldn't offer up Lisa just for that.  Hmmmmm. Or would he?'

'If I don't call, do I get punished?... The car.  That's it!  The car!  The frigging car Janet's been after me to buy for her!  I'll have to buy the god damned car to buy peace if I don't call before seven!... Still, if it is all just a ruse, why would Lisa be here practically naked?  Ohhh, I'd fuck you in a heartbeat, baby...  Damn, Bill wouldn't let her just parade around like that.  Shit, maybe she's serious...  We're gonna fuck?' 

My poor brain was addled by the conflicting thoughts, especially the possibility that it was all a cunning trap or one of Bill's jokes.  My poor dick throbbed in anticipation, and I was sweating profusely as the clock relentlessly ticked down.

One minute to go. Lisa came and stood beside me, raking her fingernails through my thinning hair.  I turned my head and nuzzled into her navel while my hand glided over the smooth skin of her buttocks. I was hard as an iron spike.

"I've got to call," I blurted out.

"What?  Why?"

"I just need to hear Janet tell me she wants to do this."

"She hasn't called."

"I don't care... I need to call.  All she has to say is yes."

I jumped up and ran to the telephone in the kitchen.  A quick glance at the clock and knew I had time... just barely.  I reached for the phone.

BRRRRRRRRING!   BRRRRRRRRRRRING! 

I nearly came out of my skin when the fucking telephone rang!  Jan!  I knew it was Jan and I knew why she was calling.  I was at once bitterly crushed for having lost the opportunity to finally get into Lisa's pants and at the same time immensely relieved that my Janet wouldn't be fucking another man tonight.

Lisa and my eyes met as the phone rang for the third time, disappointment clearly written on her face.  "Oh, damn!” she cried clearly disappointed.  “You better answer it, Sam. It must be them."

In a daze I picked up the receiver, the memory of the smell of Lisa's breasts and the feel of her sexy rump permanently burned into my brain to torture me until the day I died. 

"Oh fuck," I cursed under my breath as I picked up the receiver fully expecting a berating. "Hello?" I said cautiously.

"May I speak to Mr. or Mrs. Sam Kline?"

"What?"

"Mr. Kline, this is a courtesy call from American Express.  How are you doing this evening?"

"Wha?"

"I'm not trying to sell you anything Mr. Kline, but we have some special offers that are available only to valued customers of Ameri..."

"Oh fuck!" I cursed into the telephone.  The telemarketer didn't miss a beat and droned on.  "Look, I'm not interested."

"But sir, this will not cost you anything!"

I hung up the phone. 

"Who was that?"

"A fucking telemarketer!" I blurted in near panic.

Quickly I dialed the phone.  It rang and it rang.  In the dining room, the clock chimed seven o'clock.  Then a cheery female voice said, "Dominos Pizza!  Can you hold for a moment?"

Thinking back, I can see myself standing there, stupidly on hold for what seemed an eternity, my mind a blank as it tried to sort out just what in the hell was going on.  Finally it clicked in my muddled brain and I slammed down the receiver, picked it up again and dialed the number I knew so well.

The phone rang once, twice, and then again.  On the forth ring the answering machine picked up.  "Hi, we can't come to phone right now," said Lisa's sexy recorded voice.  "But if you leave a number and a brief message we'll get right back with you... Bye... Beeeeeeeeeep..."

My mouth opened, but no words came out.  I was too late.  At this point, what could I say to Bill and Lisa's answering machine?  'Hey, Bill, take your dick out my wife for a moment and put her on the phone.  I need to talk to her for a moment,' seemed rather lame.  My mind filled with a vision of Bill humping away at that very moment between my Jan's legs.  I really was too late.

"Are you okay, Sam?" asked Lisa with genuine concern written across her face. 

"Yeah, I'm okay," I replied rather weakly.  Then with some confidence restored in my voice I added, "Well, I guess it's been decided.  I've got my answer.  Yeah... C'mere, you big titted temptress.  C'mon baby, let's do it!"

A broad smile spread across Lisa's face as she stepped up to me, burying her face in my bare chest as she lightly raked her manicured nails across my back.  My hands found her hips and deftly untied the strings to her bikini bottoms.

*****

Earlier that afternoon, Lisa and Janet had gotten together to play tennis at the club.  After lunch, they had headed off for the end‑of‑season‑swimwear sale at The Body Shop.  They were a bit lubricated from lunchtime martinis and apparently it was then that they formulated their plan.

"Oh, my god!  Can you imagine wearing that?" exclaimed my erstwhile innocent wife to her dearest best friend and confidant as she held up the little white suit that Lisa eventually bought for herself.

 "Bill would have a heart attack," giggled Lisa.  "Do you think that Sam would like it?"

"On me or you?"

"Either of us."

"I think if he saw you in that, he'd..."

"Go on, spit it out."

"I don't think he'd be able to control himself."

"That'd be fun," giggled Lisa.  "I know Bill would love to see you in something like this.  He'd go berserk!"

Once the giggles had subsided, Lisa asked, "Would you wear something like this with Bill?  You know, for one of our swap nights?"

"God, Lisa, you're bad!  What do you want him to do?  Screw me?"

"Why not?"

"Lisa!"

"Oh, don't be such a prude.  I've told you how Bill has always had the hots for you.  And... I know good and well that you have the hots for my husband.  He'd go berserk!"

"You want me to sleep with your husband?"

"Question is, Janet, do you want to sleep with him?"

"Well, I..."

"Of course you do!  I've seen you two flirting all these years.  The simmering lust was always just bubbling under the surface, ready to erupt."

"Lisa!"

"Oh, I know you wouldn't do anything, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless everybody was in agreement.  You know, Sam, me, you and Bill."

"Girlfriend, just what are you saying?" my wife asked incredulously.

"Well, the kids are all gone and Lord knows, we're not getting any younger. I don't know… maybe I just want a little excitement."

"A little excitement?  That's an understatement!"

"Think of it?  Just for one night, we swap."

"Are you serious?"

"I don't honestly know.  You know, I've never been with anyone else but Bill.  All I know, is that before I get too old to enjoy it, I'd like to see what sex with another man would be like.  "

"You mean, Sam?"

"Of course I mean Sam.  I mean, it's like... well... we've known each other forever it seems and Sam, well..."

"You want to sleep with my husband?"

"Only if it was okay with you."

"Oh, my god Lisa!"

"Oh, look, forget the whole thing!  Forget I ever said anything!  Please Janet, don't be mad at me!"

"I'm not mad, Lisa.  Just... a bit surprised, that's all."

"Then you'll consider it?"

"And you want me to sleep with Bill?"

"You want to?"

"Sam would never go for it!"

"How do you know?  I bet he'd jump at the chance to have sex with me and if he did, how could he object to you and Bill?"

"Hmmm, you're probably right.  You should see the way Sam looks at you in the hot tub."

"I've noticed.  And I know you've noticed Bill looking at you."

"Well, I should hope so.  Makes a girl feel good to know that a man finds her desirable."

"Oh, he finds you desirable alright!"

"What did he say?" asked Janet coyly.

"That he loves your tits," replied Lisa with a straight face.

"He said that?"

"Not exactly, but I know what he's thinking."  Lisa selected the little yellow suit and held it up to Janet.  "You'd look smashing in this!"

"I'd be practically naked in that!"

"Bill would love it!"

"I guess so! Well, Sam will go nuts looking at you in that lil'white thing.  It's unlined and so thin that you can almost see... you know, I’ll bet that thing probably all but disappears when it's wet."

"There's not much to disappear," giggled Lisa.

"I'll say!"

"So... how about it?  What do you say?  Let's buy these things and wear them tonight?"

"You're serious?"

"Look, I have an idea.  Let's give it until seven PM.  Anyone can call it off.  Bill, Sam, you, me.  All someone has to do is pick up the phone before seven and call it off, no questions asked, no recriminations."

"Hmmm," murmured Janet as she examined the tiny yellow bikini.  "Well, to be honest, Sam and I have sort of talked about this before."

"You never told me that!" exclaimed Lisa.

"Well, it was just talk, naughty talk.  You know, just to spice things up."

"Talks cheap!  How 'bout it?  Even if one of us chickens out, it'll be fun teasing the guys!"

*****

Bill got home from playing golf about an hour before I pulled in off the road.  The girls were at his house, trying on their new thong bikinis.

When Lisa walked out and modeled her outfit for him, his eyes grew big as did his cock. 

"Holy smokes, Sweet Lips!  Is that thing legal?"

"In our pool it is," she said with a naughty grin.  "Do you like it?"

"Like it?  Damn, I love it!  It's a surprise though.  I never thought you'd wear something like that."

"Well, I have another surprise for you.  Janet!  Come on out!"

My blushing wife tentatively stepped out from the hallway and into the Great Room.  "Whoa!" exclaimed Bill as Janet, turning a scarlet red, slowly turned around modeling her thong bikini.  "You look good enough to eat, Candy girl.  Man, oh, man!  What a feast for my poor old eyes!"  Bill let out a low wolfish whistle.  "Say, can I lick your lollipop, little girl?  Oh, come'on!  Please?"

"Bill, you're embarrassing her," admonished his wife.

"Sorry," he replied insincerely.  "For the record, does Sam know what you're wearing, Jan‑doll? Correction, what you're not wearing?"

"Don't be silly, Bill," chided his wife, "he won't be home for an hour.  You think Sam will like my suit?"

"He'd have to be dead not to like it!...

"Hey, wait a minute.  What do you mean by 'will he like my suit?'... Oh, my gosh!  What's gotten into you two?"

"Well, Janet and I were thinking that tonight... well, we'd swap for a little while. You know, I'll go over and flirt with Sam while Janet stays with you."

"Dressed like that?  You cruel bitches! Sam won't be able to control himself!  Damn, I seriously doubt that I'd be able to control myself!"

"Bitches?  I beg your pardon!" huffed Lisa.

"Yeah, bitches!  You two are going to tease us to death!  It's called being a prick tease!"

"Well, if you think we're being bitches, then I guess you don't want to play?"

"You're kidding?"  Bill tore his eyes away from Janet long enough to look at his wife.  "Just what do you mean by play?"

"Forget it!"

Searching for clarity, Bill pressed on.  "No, it's just that, well..."

"If you don't want to play, just say so, and Janet will go home."

"She can stay!  She can stay as long as she wants," declared Bill magnanimously as he wrapped a big arm around my nearly nude wife.

"Okay, here are the rules," began Lisa.  "First and foremost, we don't lose our friends over this.   Bill, I love you dearly and... well, if you have any problems with this, any of this, just say so and it's over."

"I love you too, but just what is it that you two have in mind?  I'm listening."

Lisa took a deep breath.  "Okay, let's just see how it goes.  If any one of us wants to call this off, you, Sam, Janet or me, all we have to do is call the other house by seven PM.  After that, things take... a natural course.  If that bothers you, Bill, say so right now or after you had a chance to reflect on it, just call me at Sam's.  I'll come right home and Janet goes home."

"I see.  And after seven?"

"If no one calls it off, things... things happen."

"Things?  Like what?"

"Do I have to spell it out?"

Letting his arm fall away while stealthily copping a quick feel of my wife's bare ass he replied, "Yeah, spell it out.  I don't want to get a divorce just because I misunderstood you, darling."

"No one wants a divorce!  So there can't be any misunderstandings!"

"Lisa, spell it out."

Janet interjected, "Bill, if no one gets cold feet, and, well, I just might... then we... you and me, Sam and Lisa, we swap and uh, spend the night together."

"All night, as in until tomorrow?  In pajamas or bare‑assed naked?"

"What do you think?" asked Lisa with a sly smile.

"Holy shit!  You two are putting me on, aren't you?"

"You can end it anytime from now until seven PM, Bill."

Bill looked his wife squarely in the eyes.  "Just remember, honey, this is your idea.  Not mine, not Sam's.  So if this is some is just some girlie joke, you better say so right now and put an end to it, because I'll tell ya right now, Lisa, I ain't calling!  No way, Jose!" declared Bill with a grin.  "So if either of you two girls have a problem with that, say so right now!  And none of that jealous‑female crap later!" he added with a frown.

"How about jealous‑male crap?" shot back Lisa.  "I know you, and you've always had a jealous streak.  So, if you have a problem with me being next door with your best friend, you have until seven to decide.  After that, live with it!"

Bill looked down at his feet.  The prospect of doing Janet was incredibly exciting to him, as evidenced by the achingly stiff pole straining against his pants.  On the other hand, he wasn't so sure about Lisa actually getting it on with me.  "Yeah, you have a point."

"Well, I need to get next door and get things ready for Sam," stated Lisa without a trace of coyness.  "I'll leave you two to your own devices."

She turned and headed for the patio door.  Pausing in the open door frame, she grasped the sides and swayed her buttocks at her husband.  "See ya, love!"

Perplexed, Bill watched his near naked wife head next door to entertain and possibly screw me, his best friend.  He thought about the plan, wrestling with himself for at least a minute or two.  Looking at his comely neighbor of seventeen years bursting out of her much too small top, the brain in his dick wrestled with the brain in his head. Bill, not one quibble when it came to making a decision, made peace with himself.  It was simple, if the price to fuck Janet was that I was going to fuck his Lisa, then so be it! Fair is fair.

"Would you like drink, Bill?" squeaked Janet as the reality that Lisa had left her with Bill sank in.

"Yeah, Sweet Cheeks.  Make it a martini, no vermouth." 

Bill watched as Janet turned her back to him, letting out a low whistle as she walked into the kitchen to fix two drinks. 

Flattered by the wolfish whistle, Janet's face nonetheless burned with embarrassment.  How could she be doing this! With a trembling hand, Janet poured Beefeater's into a glass of ice and added two large olives, just the way Bill liked it.  Then she mixed herself a gin and tonic.  She gasped in surprise as Bill's big hands slid around her waist, rising to boldly, but gently, cup her breasts. 

"Hmmmm," he murmured in her ear as he snuggled into the nape of her neck, "you smell so good.  That perfume, mmmmm, you know, everytime I smell you I get a hard-on.  I don't think I can wait until seven."

Janet squirmed away from his grasp.  "You know the rules.  You can look, but you can't touch."

"Who says?"

"Remember, that's the rule in the hot tub."

"We're not in the hot tub.  But now that you've brought it up..."  Without warning, he grasped both ties to her bikini top and popped the knots.

"Bill!" exclaimed Janet as she desperately grasped her skimpy top to keep it from falling off.

"You said I could look," he said succinctly.

"Bill, I, I... Oh, hell!"

"Relax, Sugar.  Ole Billy Boy is gonna treat you right tonight!"

"I, I don't know if I can do this."

"Too late to change your mind," he stated.

"No it's not!  I have until seven!"

"Bullshit!   This was your and Lisa's idea.  You have made plain that you really want it.  So do I."

"I, I..."

Bill took Janet in his arms, hugging her tenderly while she buried her face in his broad chest.  "Look at me," he whispered.  "Look at me, darling."  Janet looked up into the ruggedly handsome face of her long time friend and neighbor.  "You want this.  I want this."

"I..."

"Shhh!"

Immobilized, Janet watched as his face came closer and closer.  Their lips met.  Her lips parted, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth.  Kissing him back while melting into his firm embrace, Janet felt one big hand slide down her back to caress the exposed flesh of her shapely ass while he ground his stiff cock into her belly. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned into his mouth. Her passion quickly rising, Janet automatically ground back into his erection.  His wayward hand began working into the cleft between her exposed buttocks.  "No!  We can't," she breathlessly protested breaking off the smoldering kiss.  "Not yet."

"Why not?"

"Bill, we've got to wait until seven."

"Why?" he asked pulling her to him again.

"You know why.  We've got to wait."

"Wait for what?"

"For Sam and Lisa."

"They're probably bonking right now."

"Sam's not even home yet."

"That his problem."

"No, that's our problem!  We've got to give them time to decide."

"Then I take it that you have decided?"

"Yes, I mean, no, I mean... Oh... I don't know!"

"Bullcrap!  You do too know!  Otherwise you wouldn't be here... with me... for all practical purposes naked and begging for it."

"Bill, please!  We can't.  Not yet!  If Sam decides not to do it, or if Lisa gets cold feet and decides not to do it, it would be the end of our friendship."

 "Hmmm, I suppose," he conceded.  "You honestly think Sam's not going to jump Lisa's bones?"

"I suppose he will.  We've sort of talked about this."

"I know."

"You know?  How would...? Did Sam...?"

"Guys talk too, you know.  But as I recall, he said that you'd never go for something like this."

"He did, did he?" she replied indignantly.

"Yeah, we talked about it."

"When?"

"Oh, come now, Janet!  What did you and Lisa talk about the day after our first hot tub party where you and Lisa somehow lost your tops?"

"You two planned that.  Didn't you?"

"Not really.  We didn't plan anything... at least at first.  But we did talk about it afterwards.  Sam said you were just drunk."

"You two got us drunk?"

"Let's just say we all had a few too many some nights... Shit, you two nearly drove us crazy!  Not that either of us minded.  Now, I know Sam would jump at the chance to, uh, shall we say, get to know Lisa, in the biblical sense."

"And me?"

"Sam knows I'd..."  Bill grabbed Janet and pulled her to him.  "Well, tonight, I'm gonna get my fantasy."

"Your fantasy?  Oh?  And what if I say 'no'?"

"You're not going to do that, now are you, Sugar Cake?"

"I don't know, Bill.  Lisa talked me into this crazy thing."

"If you're going to say 'no', then say it now and go home before I... She didn't twist your arm or anything, did she?"

"No.  It's just that I've never cheated on Sam."

"If you were having an affair behind Sam's back, that would be cheating.  But if Sam knows and Lisa knows and they both agreed to it, then it wouldn't be cheating."

"Then what would it be?"

"Mmmmm, adult entertainment," replied Bill.

"So I'm to be your entertainment?"

"Yes and no.  We'll be... playmates.  Yeah, playmates for a night of sexual play."  Bill smiled, confident that he'd just won on logic.

"Then we have to wait."

"Why?" asked Bill with exasperation in his voice.

"Because we'd be cheating if we didn't wait 'til seven."

"Damn!" muttered Bill knowing that he'd been bested. His eyes brightened, "But!  I still get to look!"

"Bill!"

"Give me the top... C'mon, rules are rules... That's a good girl.  Now, isn't that better?"

Janet did her best to cover her bare breasts.  "I feel so..."

"Naked?"

"Yes, naked.  God, I'm so embarrassed!"

"Don't be.  You're beautiful!"

"You really think so?"

"I especially like you naked.  See the bulge in my pants?"

Janet looked while Bill pulled off his golf shirt.  Kicking off his shoes, Bill simultaneously began unbuckling his belt. 

"What are you doing?" gasped his longtime friend and neighbor.

"Getting comfortable," he replied as he dropped his pants along with his boxers.  "You're not the only one who can be naked."

"Bill!  Oh... my... gawd!"

Punching his hips forward and lewdly presenting his stiff pecker, Bill grinned back at her asking, "You like it?" 

Taken aback by his brashness, all Janet could do was to stare with her mouth agape at Bill's bobbing organ.  Often she'd wondered what it really looked like and now she knew.

Looking down at his erection, Bill quipped, "Well, what do you think, Willy?" Squeezing his groin muscles, he made his dick jump, nodding twice.  "She's pretty nice, huh?"  Again his dick bobbed twice.  "You wanna get to know her better?"  Again he made his dick nod twice.  "You say you wanna snuggle up with her Miss Kitty?  You do?  Well, maybe we should ask the pretty lady for an introduction."

Bill's ribald humor got the best of her.  Momentarily Janet's embarrassment evaporated as she broke out in laughter.

"I think she likes you too, Willy," continued Bill playfully.  The childish smile transformed into a wolfish smile.  "Jan‑doll, look at my cock.  I've had a hard‑on for you ever since I first laid eyes on you."

Reality set back in and her laughter faded.  "Wha... Oh, god! Uh, uh, I think I need a drink."

"Good idea!" Bill eagerly rejoined as his socks joined the rest of his clothes on the kitchen floor.

Janet turned towards the drinks on the counter top.  Before she could turn back, Bill slid his arms around her and pulled her to him, nestling his steely erection between her cheeks.  "That ought to keep Willy warm," he whispered grinding into her butt cleft.  "Now where were we?" he whispered before kissing her neck.

"We, we were going to have a drink," my wife squeaked as he cupped a bare breast.

Gently kneading her tit flesh he softly said, "Yes, I sort of recall something like that."

With a drink in each hand, Janet deftly twisted away from his groping hands and stuck a wet cold glass to Bill's groin.

"OH SHIT!" he cried bending sharply at the waist before grabbing his drink from his balls.

"That'll cool you off a little," she giggled.

Bill allowed her a little space and watched with interest as she gulped down her gin and tonic.  "Another one?" he helpfully offered.

"Yes, please," she replied holding out the empty glass with a trembling hand.

Bill mixed Janet another drink and handed it to her.  In mutual silence, Bill ogled her nakedness while calmly sipping his gin.  Before he had consumed a third of his first drink, she had finished her second.  By this time all attempts to modestly cover her exposed boobs had more or less ceased.  Smiling weakly at her nude neighbor, she stepped up to the counter to fix herself a third drink.

Sipping her drink to check the mixture, she once again felt Bill's big hands come around her waist.  But instead of traveling directly to her tits as he had done earlier, his hands quickly withdrew, innocently gliding up her muscular back to her shoulders.  She took a sip and felt his lips, cooled by his martini, kiss the nape of her neck. Another kiss quickly followed, and then another.  With each kiss his lips became warmer.

Janet gulped her drink and sat the near empty glass onto the counter top.  As the kisses showered across her neck and shoulders, she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensual attention that she was receiving, as well the wanton wetness gathering between her legs.  Soon Bill was slowly working down her back, kissing and gently nibbling at her flesh while his hands glided ever so lightly along the sides of her torso.   On his knees, Bill showered kisses across her exposed buttocks, nuzzling his face into her ass while his hands explored up and down her legs.  Finding no resistance, his hands rose to her hips where his thumbs wormed their way under the elastic waistband of her swimming thong. 

With her thong suddenly down below her knees, Janet's eyes flew open.  "Bill!" she weakly protested.  But it was too late.  Before she could do anything at all, her last garment was down around her ankles.  She turned defensively, but in an instant, it was gone completely. 

Standing, Bill proudly displayed his trophy.  "Why, look here, Willy.  There's Miss Kitty," he joked.

"Bill, please," she pleaded with a slur. "Give me back my bottoms."

"Why?  They're just in the way of a good time."

"We can't... Not yet, anyway."

"Not yet?  So... you really wanna do it?"

"It's not time.  We have to wait."

"Until seven?"

"Yes."

"Jan, I gonna fuck you, sweetheart.  I don't think I can wait until seven."

"Now, please," she begged.

Bill regarded the woman whom he had adored and coveted for so many years, a woman who was always to close by, yet unattainable, the woman, my wife, whom he was so close to screwing for the first time.  Her blue eyes looked pleadingly at him, her pert nipples capping her cherry‑like areola standing erect and turned upward.  His eyes descended past her deep navel and settled on her tiny patch of blond bush, almost invisible and freshly trimmed for the thong she no longer wore.

"Please..."

"You want your cunt cover?"

Rolling her eyes at the crude remark, Janet scowled answering,  "Yes."

"Okay, Sugar Plum.  Hold out your hands.  Together, palms up."

Janet held her hands out as directed.  Taking his time, Bill untangled the somewhat knotted thong. 

"Now close your eyes."

Janet closed her eyes, hands outstretched.  Bill slipped the thong over her wrists and gave a few quick twists.  Feeling the constricting pressure, Janet opened her eyes and tried to pull her hands away.  Realizing her predicament, a surge of adrenaline flooded into her bloodstream.  She wanted to run, run home to safety, but Bill held her fast.

"Bill!"

"I gonna fuck you now... not later."

Holding the thong binding her wrists in his left hand, Bill led my wife back into the living room and to the sofa, half leading and half pulling her as she protested weakly.  Sitting, he pulled her down to sit with him.

"Bill..."

"Shhhh!"

Extending his left arm, he pulled her hands over her head, forcing her to lie back, stretched out nude against the soft backrest.

"Sweet Pea, you want it and I want it," he said in a low voice.  "Look at us, we're both naked and ready."  He raked his hand between her legs with a single pass.  "Christ!  You're soaking wet.  Oh, yeah, you're ready to fuck, Sweet Pea.  You know, we're in agreement about everything, but the timing.  Judging by your cunt, we're in agreement about that too."

Hooking his ankles around her ankles, he spread her legs open. "Now, you're about to get fucked, Honey Pie, so just relax and enjoy it."

She struggled momentarily, as a proper mother of three children should, but it was of no use.  Bill held her in position with ease.  Her breathing became shallow and increasingly rapid, her moistening pussy tingling in anticipation. Helpless and completely vulnerable, Janet feebly whimpered.  She expected him to simply roll on top of her and run his cock up her snatch, but instead, she felt the tips of the fingers of his free right hand, gliding ever so lightly across her taut skin, making lazy, crazy circles on her abdomen and around her navel.

She shivered as his fingers slid across her pubic mound, down her leg and back up her inner thigh, coming oh so close, but not quite reaching her pussy.  Her arousal building, the fingers made several more round trips, around her navel, down across her pubic mound, down her leg and up her inner thigh, teasing her, but never touching her increasingly wet snatch.  The feather‑touch fingers swirled around her navel a few times and then ascended, circling each of her breasts in spirals that never quite made it to her erect nipples.

All the while that he was stroking my wife, Bill watched her expression turn from alarm to a glassy eyed stare, her breath coming in short, puppy dog‑like pants as her passion mounted.  When his fingers did finally close around a nipple, she jerked, a helpless ecstatic moan rising deep from within her throat. Rolling her nipple between his fingers, Bill watched with satisfaction as she began to squirm about, softly moaning in salacious contentment. 

Bill began kissing her along her sides, up and across her stretched armpits and up the inside of her arm, sending shivers of delight through her expectant body.  Soundlessly, Janet's mouth hung open.  He switched nipples, allowing the most recently tormented nip only a moment's rest before his lips quickly switched from her arm to her breast.  Following a few light nibbles of her tit meat, his tongue began spiraling up the mound of her breast.  Upon reaching the top, he flicked the excited nip with the tip of his tongue, then embraced it between his lips.  Her moans were becoming louder and he worked her nipples harder, one with his mouth, the other with fingers. Her body trembling, Janet let out a throaty groan that was almost a growl.

Bill released her tits.  "Damn, Sunshine!  I thought Sam was just bullshitting me, but you really do cum just playing with your tits." 

She heard the remark, but was in no condition to respond.  With her hands still trapped in her thong and held outstretched above her head, she soon felt his fingers gliding up her leg again.  Expecting him to tease her again as his finger slid up her inner thigh, my wife gasped with unexpected pleasure as it easily slid deep into her juicing slit.

"You're really wet, darling," he hoarsely whispered. "Bet I know what you want.  How's this?"

"Ohhhh!" she cried as his thick finger found her clit.  The pleasuring finger swirled around her bud a few times and then traveled back down her aroused slit, gently probing, but not penetrating her vagina. Exploring my wife's pussy, Bill discovered differences between Janet's cunt and his wife's familiar cunt, finding my wife's clit to be more demure and her inner pussy lips less pronounced than his wife's.  I too discovered these differences later that evening. 

His initial forays completed, Bill's finger made its way back to my wife's throbbing clit.  Now with two fingers in her slit, he concentrated on getting her off.  A few minutes of vibrating pressure up against the side of her nubbin did the trick. 

As the orgasm exploded from her groin, Janet screamed, then seemingly began choking as an intense wave of intoxicating pleasure engulfed her body. It was long minutes before her body stopped shuddering and several more minutes before she finally regained control of her senses.  When she did, she dreamily realized that Bill had moved between her legs.  He was now on top of her, holding his weight off her petite body with one arm while the other still held her helplessly outstretched.  Looking down between their nude bodies, she saw his thick stiff cock, posed to ravish her.

"I think it's time that Willy and Miss Kitty met," he said grinning down at her.  "Just a kiss, of course," he added as he pressed his cock against her pussy.  Her wet and slippery lips parted, surrounding the head of his cock.  Without penetrating further, the fat head of his cock withdrew, a soft smacking noise announcing that their flesh had parted.

"Oooooo, they're kissing," cooed Bill as repeatedly pressed the head of his cock into her folds, just parting her lips and then withdrawing, each withdrawal accompanied by a lewd smacking noise.  Lust having overcome her inhibitions, her body responded automatically by wrapping her legs around his waist and punching her hips up to get more penetration. 

"Oh, yeah, you want it.  You want it bad, don't you, Sug'ums?"

Lustfully panting, she whispered, "Oh, god. Do it.  Please, just do it."

"Do what?"

"You know what!"

"It's not seven PM yet, so you can't mean..."

"Please, Bill, do it!"

"Tell me what you want, Peaches."

"You know!  You know, damn you!"

"You've gotta tell me.  Willy ain't goin' nowhere he's not invited."

"Fuck me, damn it.  Fuck me," she whispered.

"What was that?"

"Damn it, Bill," my wife moaned.  "Fuck me!"

"Be my pleasure, Jan‑girl."

Bill pushed, sinking his fat cock into my wife's pussy a little deeper.   "Ohhhhh," my erstwhile loyal wife moaned as the illicit copulation of my best friend with my wife began. Taking his time, Bill fucked her slowly.  Thrusting shallow eight or nine times before penetrating her hot welcoming cunt a little deeper, he slowly fucked into her until he got to her g‑spot with his cock's broad head. 

"Ohhh god, yessssss," she hissed as her g‑spot was mercilessly stimulated.  "Ohhhhh, yessssss, baby.  That feels sooooo good.  Ohhh.  Ohhhh.  Ohhhh."  Soon she was climbing the pre‑orgasmic ramp.  With each measured, deliberate stroke of his cock across her G, she got nearer and nearer to the precipice.

Bill felt the first tremors and then her cunt attempted to crush his cock.  Her eyes rolled up into her head as the orgasmic spasms took complete control of body and mind.  The contractions eased a moment.  Releasing her wrist bindings, Bill plunged into Jan's depths up to the root, grinding their pubic mounds together while mashing his cock head into her cervix.  A moment later he began vigorous fucking her.  Jan's cunt responded violently, as a second crescendo swept up from my wife's groin.

Bill's balls rapidly threatened to boil over.  Unwilling to end this first fucking of my wife too quickly, he abruptly pulled out of her pulsating snatch.  Quick as a cat, he slid down between her wildly flailing legs to feast upon her dripping sex, burying his face into the pulsing, wet folds of her treasure, slurping up the sweet nectar of her gushing cunt. 

Her hands now free, she grabbed his head and did her best to insert the entire thing into her cunt, but to no avail.  She did, however, manage to choke off his air supply.  His nose rubbing her clit and his tongue up her vagina, Bill valiantly held his breath while he continued eating her out.

Janet jackknifed as another tumultuous climax ripped through her.  Her thighs clamped together, trapping Bill's head.  At last he had to break it off or pass out and forcefully extracted himself from between her legs. 

"Old Sam was right.  You're one hot mama!" he exclaimed with his first full breath. 

"C'mon, Cupcake," he said pulling Janet upright, "Ole Willy's rested and raring for more of that sweet snatch of yours." Pulling her further forward, Bill lay back onto the carpet.  Janet, focusing on his stiff prong jutting into the air, didn't hesitate for a moment.  Crawling on top of him, she grasped his cock and guided it back into her wanton pussy.

"That's it, darling.  Do what you want with me.  That's it, rape old Bill.  Do with me as you want!  I can take it!   Use me, honey pot, I know you'll respect me in the morning!  Yeah, baby, fuck me... fuck me till I cum in your cunt!  Oh, yeah, baby, you're one hot fuck!"

Bill lay back and let her do all the work, relishing the sight of my wife's B‑cup titties jiggling and her trim stomach flexing and rippling as she rode his dick.  Soon tiring of a passive fuck, Bill rolled her off.

"Nooooo," she whined.  "You gotta cum too."

"I'll cum, Sweetie," he replied helping her to her feet.  Guiding her to the armrest of the sofa, he bent her over and rammed his rampant cock up her throbbing puss from behind.  The entire house instantly filled with the slapping sound of his groin impacting her buttocks, as he repeatedly drove his cock hard into her. 

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," she grunted in time with his thrusts. 

All subtleties abandoned, Bill feverishly worked to get his rocks off.  Soon he felt the pressure of his cum gathering, moving up from his balls into thick base of his cock.  His cock swelled and his balls began to tighten.  "I'm cumming, baby!" he announced.  "I'm cumming in your sweet cunt!"  Then in an explosive rush, his potent seed surged forth and spurt into my Janet.  With the force of his orgasm, Bill's head lolled back as he hollered, "OH! YES, YES! OH SWEET FUCKING MERCY... YES!!!!"

The feel of his cock throbbing and his semen copiously discharging into her cunt triggered another orgasm.  A her world once again imploded inward Janet yelled, "Aaaaiiiieeee!" just before her voice was choked off.

In the afterglow of great sex, it was some minutes before either could function at any level other than just breathing.  Apparently it was Janet who gathered her senses first.  Standing upright with Bill's semen streaming down her legs, the first thing she was aware of was the rasping sounds coming from behind her.  Turning, she saw Bill, flat on his back, sawing logs.  Willy, once proud and formidable, was napping too.

"He's just like, Sam," she muttered to herself bemused.  Kneeling beside him, she ran her fingers across his broad, hairy chest.  His eyes fluttered open.  "Hey, Big Boy!  Where you've been?"

"A man's gotta rest."

"That was fantastic!"

"That's an understatement, Sunshine.  I'll have to hand it you ladies; this was a fucking great idea!  Fuck yeah!  This is fun!"  Bill cupped her breast.  "I'm really gonna enjoy having you next door, close and accessible.  You know, we should've done this a long time ago...    To be honest with you, I was skeptical at first.  I know Lisa.   I was thinking, 'They can't be serious!  This has to be a diabolical trap of some sort.'"  

"Uh, it's only a quarter after six," my wife responded with a hint of anxiety in her voice.

"Think we oughta call?  Let'em know that seven is no longer operable?"

"No!"

"What if they call?" he asked unconcerned.

"They had better not!"

"Well, Sam won't call.  But... Lisa... Lisa might.  That woman can change her mind faster than... Fuck! If she pulls that shit... Hell, if I have to, I'll go over and tie her spread eagle to your bed for Sam."

"We should've waited.  Let's just hope they don't call."

"Certainly would kept things simple," he mused.  "You should've said 'no'."

"I did!  I said..."

"You weren't very convincing." 

Janet started to reply, but Bill held up hands to stave off any further discussion of what should have been.  "Well, what's done's done."  His eyes brightened.  "I know!  How about if we take the phone off the hook?"

"No, that won't work.  They'll just run over."

Bill stood, taking Janet in his arms he tenderly kissed her.  "Ah, fuck'em!  You know what?  I feel like a teenager!  That was the best sex I've had in years."

"I know what you mean," answered Janet burrowing into his bare chest.

"I'm not criticizing Lisa.  She's a wonderful wife, wonderful in bed.  I don't know.  I suppose it's..."

Janet completed his sentence, "The thrill of it."

"Yeah, you could certainly say that.  A thrill, that's certainly what Lisa's been looking for.  A little spice...  Yeah, something to add a little spice.   As for me... Damn, look at you!  Talk about spicy!  You're the most beautiful, most desirable woman, other than my wife, I've ever known.  You walk into the room and Willy stands up, all excited to see you. 

"I have a confession, Jan," he continued, "I've wanted to fuck you from the moment we met ages ago."

"I think you said that."

"I did?  Well, it's true, absolutely true.  Damn! After all these years, suddenly, the unavailable is available!  You know, we should've done this sooner."

"I don't think any of us could've handled it any earlier."

"I could've handled it... easily."

"Maybe, but I don't think I could've, nor Lisa, nor Sam."

"I don't know if you're right about Lisa.  Recently she's started bitching about how dull things seem to have gotten.  And Sam, I bet ole Sammy Boy would've adjusted very quickly to some new snatch."

"You think so?"

"He's a guy!"

"Yeah, he's a guy... So are you.  Tell me the truth, Bill.  Has he ever cheated on me?"

"What?"

"You heard me.  Apparently he tells you everything, so I'm sure he would've told you about that."

"No!  Never!"

"Not even on his trips out of town?"

"He might have hit a titty bar or two through the years, but that's all."

"Titty bars?  He goes to titty bars?"

"He's a guy... Oh, for Christ's sake!"

"He never told me."

"Look, forget I ever said anything.  Damn!  You girls!  You take everything out of context, twist it all around and make it into something that it's not!  Now, you asked me if he had ever cheated on you.  The answer is no!  Never!  Titty bars, they're for guys to gawk and look.  Look, that's all! That ain't cheating."

"You ever cheat on Lisa?"

"No!  And yes, over the years I've been to few titty bars myself.  With Sam!  Now enough of this inquisition crap!"

"Okay.  I guess I shouldn't have asked."

"No problem in the asking.  Just be sure you accept the honest answer as it is and not try and make it into something it's not!"

"Sorry."

"Don't sweat it, Sugar Lips."

Changing the subject, Bill stated, "You know, for some reason I'm famished."

"Well, we have supper all ready.  How about a grilled salmon salad?"

"I'd rather a T‑bone, but rabbit food will do, I guess."

"You'd rather me fix you something else?"

"Naw!  It'll be seven soon.  By then, my little buddy should be rested up and raring to go again!"

As the clock counted down to seven, without fanfare nor enthusiasm, but with a good measure of growing anxiety, they ate their diner in silence with an eye on the clock.

"They're not gonna call," stated Bill dipping his bread into a saucer filled with olive oil.

"They have another ten minutes," replied my wife nervously.  "Here, give me your plate and I'll clean up.  Would you like a slice of pie?  Lemon meringue?"

"The only pie I want, Sweetie, is between your legs," he replied somewhat crudely.  "Mmmm, fresh snatch pie!  That's for me!  How 'bout you coming a little closer and giving me a little sniff?" 

"Bill!  Honestly!   What's gotten into you?"  Her nervousness growing by the moment, Janet busied herself with loading the dishwasher.  Bill, coming up from behind, massaged her firm buttocks.

"Nice, very nice," he said.  "You're one sexy bitch."

"Thanks, I guesss."

"Sam told me..."

"What did he say?"

"Hmmm, nothing.  Just forget it."

"Spit it out.  He's apparently told you a lot, so... what is it?"

"Well, sometimes guys bullshit other guys, especially about sex.  But everything he's told me has turned out to be true."

"And?"

"Well," he said slipping his hand between her cheeks, "Sam says you like it here."

Janet jumped as his thick finger bored into her anus.  "Hey!" she yelped as she twisted away.

"Well? Was he bullshitting me?"

"Maybe, maybe not... God, I can't believe he told you about that!  Bill, let's get one thing straight, right now.  If they don't call in the next few minutes, we... we can play together all night long.  But, don't take advantage of me.  I'm telling you right now, that's strictly reserved for Sam."

"Maybe you'll change your mind?"

"Bill, please.  I trust you.  Otherwise I wouldn't be here.  As a friend, don't ask me again and don't take advantage of me.  You do, so help me God, this will be last time we do this."

"Bullshit!"  Bill grabbed her, spun her around and forced her to bend face down on the table.

"Bill!  What are you doing?"  With his big left paw between her shoulder blades, holding her down, Bill coated his right middle finger with olive oil.

"Let me up!"  Bill kicked her ankles apart.  "Bill!" She felt his finger press against her anus.  "So help me, Bill, I'll, I'll...ohhhh!"

Taking his time, Bill slowly pushed his fat finger into my wife's rectum, twisting his wrist until he was deep into her ass.  Her protests quickly turned into moans.  "You say something, Baby?" he whispered.

"Ohhhh," she moaned.

Slowly he began finger fucking her ass.

"So what in hell are ya gonna do, Jan?  Call Sam?"

"Ahhhh!"

"Oh, Sam! Sam!" he called in a falesto voice, "There's a strange man with a finger up my butt!  Oooooo, and it feels soooo good! ... Is that what ya wanna tell him?"

"Uhhhhh!"

"Yeah, go call Sam."  Slowly sawing in and out, giving his finger a little fast jabbing now and then, he added,  "Call him and tell him the deal's off for this evening.  Tell him, 'Sorry Sam, but I don't want to play anymore.  I'm coming home right away and send Lisa home right now too.  Oh, by the way, hope you don't mind, but Bill and I have already fornicated.  Fornicate?  That's polite talk for 'fucking', dear.  It was fun!'"

Plunging his middle finger deep in my wife's ass, he whispered, "Just remember, Jan‑doll, this whole thing was your idea."

"Ohhhh!"

"In for a penny, in for a pound."

"Ahhhhh!"

"Don't worry, Sugar, it's not like ole Willy's going where no man's gone before.  He'll just be another visitor!  If he likes it, he might become a regular and drop in often."

"Mmmmmm."

By that time Janet was up on her toes with her hips rotating.  She had totally surrendered.     Bill pulled his finger from my wife's ass.  Pulling her upright by her blonde hair, he reached around and felt her stiff nipples.

"Nice 'n hard!  Oh, you like it, alright!"  She winced and whined as his big fingers closed hard on her nip.  "Nipples don't lie!"

Releasing her nipple, Bill placed her hand on his cock.  "Now look what you've done!  I'm all excited again.  We'll just have to do something about that," he growled.  "Now won't we, Jan?"

"Oh, god yessssss," she hissed through her teeth. 

Glancing up at the clock, Bill observed, "Two minutes to go... They're not gonna call, they're not gonna call.  Yes! They wanna fuck!  Oh yeah, have fun, good buddy!  Put it to her, Sammy‑boy.  Remember what I told ya, she likes it a little rough, so fuck her good and hard!"

Turning back to Jan he added, "See, I told ya he'd fuck her!  In a minute, Spice‑girl, and you won't have to worry about jumping the gun.  It'll be a moot point.  One minute and it's full‑body‑contact no‑holds‑barred adult entertainment time!" 

In an abrupt transition, a bright childish look came across his face.  "Hey!  Ohhhh, this'll be good!  Wanna have some fun?"  Bill tore off a large piece of paper napkin and stuffed it in his mouth.

"What in the hell are you talking about?" asked my very horny but confused wife.

He dialed the phone.  Once it began ringing he switched it to speakerphone. 

"Bill!  What are you doing?" she demanded in alarm.

"Hello?" answered a weak but familiar voice. Stifling a gasp, Janet's eyes went wide at the sound of my voice. 

"May I speak to Mr. or Mrs. Sam Kline?" asked Bill in an oddly muffled voice.

"What?"

"Mr. Kline, this is a courtesy call from American Express.  How are you doing this evening?"

"Wha?"

"I'm not trying to sell you anything Mr. Kline, but we have some special offers that are available only to valued customers of Ameri..."

"Oh fuck!" exclaimed the voice.

"Three days and two nights free in Chicago, just for trying our new travel service."

"Oh, god damn!"

"Pardon me, sir?

"Look, I'm not interested."

"But sir, this will not cost you anything!"

The phone went dead.  Amused with his little joke, Bill hooted, "I got him!  I got him! I nailed him good!"

Broadly smiling, my best buddy turned back to my darling wife with Willy proudly displaying his finest military bearing.  Pointing to his turgid cock Bill growled, "Your sweet ass is mine tonight, lover.  So... c'mere, cunt.  I want you to suck my cock, Jan.  Suck me and get me good and hard.  Hard for a hard night of bareback fucking...

"Oh, yeah, Baby.  That's a good girl.  Suck my fucking dick, you slut.  Suck it, baby, suck it!

"You're on the pill, aren't you? If not, too bad..."

 

  

PART 2 – A WELL LAID PLAN

 

With my conscious clear and all nagging doubts removed, I pushed Lisa up against a countertop.  With her bottoms untied and now laying on the floor, I put my arms around the wife of my best friend, my wife's best friend, and the dear friend of mine that I'd lusted after for years. 

Our lips met and out tongues flicked against each other's.  It was smoldering kiss, a kiss that turned up the heat on the fires of passion that were already burning.  My hands stroked her nearly bare back, encountering the flimsy strings that held her top in place.  First the bow that tied the lower string was loosened, then the halter strings around her neck.  Meanwhile, her hands were down the back of my swim trunks, caressing my butt and working the trunks down off my hips. 

My raging hard prick sprung free and slapped up against her naked belly.  My kisses rained down on her sultry lips, her neck and down farther.  I moved back just enough to make some room between us; her top fell away only to be replaced by my face wallowing in her huge bosoms.  Lisa's meaty nipples were already stiff and proudly erect when my kisses rained upon them, the kisses quickly transforming into greedy open mouth suckling.

As often as I had fantasized about sucking on those hooters, my raging passion drove me to kiss down further, pausing to tongue into her navel and then further down.  While I relentlessly pursued my immediate goal, Lisa was muttering over and over, "Oh, god... Oh, god... Oh, god... Oh, god..."

My hands were on her thighs, pushing outward.  Lisa responded by spreading her feet apart, so that when I kissed over and past her mound, I had plenty of room between her muscular thighs. There was no teasing foreplay like in my fantasy fucks, but Lisa groaned loudly as my mouth covered her vulva and the flat of my tongue massaged her labia lips.  Her fingers gripped my hair, as she ground her wet cunt into my face. 

I dug my fingers into the flesh of her hips to hold her in position. Pressing my tongue into her while I slowly swiped up her cuntal slit, tasting the sweet flavor of her sex for the first time.  Once my tongue mashed into her clitoris, her hips began bucking, while a loud wailing cry of salacious joy filled the house.  Again and again, I licked up the length of her heavenly channel while she rotated her pelvis to and fro, with her holding my head to her cunt and me now holding her bare ass, pressing her cunt to my greedy mouth.

Soon my head began to swivel around, as I circled and circled her clit.  She responded by grinding her hips into my face harder.  Glancing upward and looking up her belly, I could see her stomach muscles undulating and her big tits swaying about as I ate her out.  As her climax neared the breaking point, her clit began dancing about on my tongue . 

Suddenly I stood, and when I did, my jutting cock found it's mark between her wet thighs.  I really hadn't planned it that way, it just happened.  Lisa's eyes flew open and she wailed as my cock speared into her fully.  Truly, I was as surprised as she was to find my cock firmly implanted in the hot moistness of her wonderfully undulating cunt.

It wasn't at all like I'd imagined.  There was no slow buildup with her begging me to fuck her, and then fucking her slowly and deliberately, savoring each and every sensuous moment as our genitals slid together in the ageless manner.  Instead, it was animalistic.  The thin veneer of middle-class propriety had been stripped away by that most basic of desires, the desire to fuck and to be fucked.  I didn't make love to Lisa, I fucked Lisa.  I fucked her hard, pounding into her with a fury reserved for the ancient gods.  Her orgasm exploded upon her almost immediately and mine quickly followed with a bellowing cry that I'm sure could be heard out on the street.

I staggered back with my trunks down around my thighs, gasping for oxygen.  Lisa was leaning back on the kitchen counter, her breasts heaving and shaded a ruddy color.  It was a sight I'll never forget... my best buddy's wife, legs spread and with my cum dripping from her engorged nether lips.

*****

With his erection renewed, Bill pushed Jan off his cock with a fistful of her hair, telling my wife, "Time to make you my whore.  You want to be my whore, Sweet Lips?"

Looking up at Bill with her head held back, Jan nodded her assent. "Good, cause I'm gonna fuck you again and again tonight, Sweetheart.  I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't walk.  Is that what you want? To be my whore?"  Again, Jan nodded. 

"Then standup," he ordered. Releasing her hair he assisted her to her feet by the arm and then he led her to the kitchen table.

"Bend over."  Jan did as she was instructed.  She felt him prying her ass cheeks apart and then felt his two thumbs strumming over her anus.  "You know, Jan, I've never fucked a whore in the ass before."  He chuckled, "Just think of it!  You're gonna take my virginity!"

The telephone began ringing.  "It's them," said Jan.

"Too fucking late," answered Bill as he coated his cock with olive oil.

"Aren’t you going to pick it up?"

"Hell no!  It's probably a fucking telemarketer."

The answering machine picked up and made Lisa's recorded announcement.

"But what if it is them?"

"They have better things to do than calling for a chat," replied Bill.

"But..."  The answering machine beeped.  Then silence.

"See, it's not important.  Probably the wrong number."

 

Lewdly stroking his lubricated cock Bill directed, "Now, reach back and spread your ass open for me...  Oh, yeah, baby... Now make it wink... Nasty girl!  God damn, you really are a dirty little whore, aren't you, Blondie‑girl?"

*****

I felt twenty years younger.  Not like a teenager, mind you, but like the virile stud I was back in college.  It wasn't just the newness of taking a new lover, it was that ego inflating knowledge that I could still get it up repeatedly throughout the night and give my new lover the best screwing she'd had in many years.  I certainly hadn't done that with Janet since before our last child was born.  We had sex, often, but rarely did we go at it twice in a single night anymore.  That night with Lisa, I almost lost count.  The first fuck was quick, in the kitchen, too quick for either of us, but immensely satisfying nonetheless, as it relieved the sexual tension that had built up during Lisa's protracted tease.

Almost immediately after I came in her cunt, she had her lips around my organ and had me up again.  That coupling was less frenetic and I gave her what she had so recently given me, a tumultuous climax, while at the same conserving my strength for the long night ahead.   

Half hour or so later, we were in the guest bedroom, as it just didn't seem right to me to take Lisa to Janet's bed.  My soldier was up, but I wasn't anywhere near cumming anytime soon.  That coupling turned in a very protracted, marathon‑type screw, changing positions every five minutes or so until I fucked myself to exhaustion.

I remember waking up in the middle of the night, a little disoriented.  Quickly I discovered the relatively strange woman sleeping beside me, and realized that I had a nocturnal hard‑on.  A hard‑on I wasn't about to waste.  Rolling on top and waking Lisa in the process, I entered her again.  It was well over an hour later that I dozed off again. Jokingly she accused me of trying to kill her.

The telephone rang in the dead of the night.  It woke me, but I certainly didn't answer it.  I groggily remembered something that Lisa had said earlier, that in all probability this would be a one‑time thing.  According to Lisa, in the morning, when she went home, it would be over.  Not wanting to waste precious, valuable time sleeping, I began feasting on those big tits of hers again.  Soon Lisa straddled me and we were illicitly joined again. 

Dawn had broken.  Lisa nudged me awake, saying that she'd have to go soon.  "Sam, do you feel up to playing anymore?"

"I honestly don't know if I could get it up again, Lisa," I groaned.

"Hmmm, well sit up, lover.  That's it. Put your feet on the floor."  Lisa slid off the bed and kneeled before me.  In the soft morning light, it was almost surrealistic to watch my flaccid cock disappear between her lips.  I had watched many early morning blowjobs, but was different.  This wasn't my darling Janet, it was Bill's wife doing me the honors.  Leaning back on my arms, I watched the show, enjoying every moment of being engulfed in her warm wet mouth.  It took several minutes, but by and by, once again blood began to engorge my cock.

Lost in the moment, I didn't hear a thing except for the wonderfully lewd slurping noises that filled the air.  My total attention was on the pretty woman, my best friend's wife, as she eagerly laved over my cock.  My head snapped up at the sound of, "Oh! Excuse me!"  There in the doorway was my wife, dressed in a very small yellow bikini, blushing furiously.   She looked a mess.  Quickly she disappeared, pulling the door to.

In a reaction of being caught in the act, I pushed Lisa off my cock.   My stomach churned momentarily, before I realized that... hell, it was okay.  Janet knew that Lisa was with me.  She just wasn't expecting to find us in the guest room.  I suppose she also wasn't expecting to find us actively engaged.  The knowledge that she had been with Bill all night, doing the same things as Lisa and I had done, soothed my conscious.  Still, pangs of guilt, lanced through me.  The fact that she was home early was both reassuring and yet...

"You've got to go?"

"Yes, Sam, Jan's home.  It's time.  Mmmmm, you were wonderful last night.  Very wonderful.  Janet is so lucky to have a guy like you."

"You were wonderful too, Lisa.  Nothing against Jan, but that was the best sex I've had in years."

"Me too... Now, I've got to go.  Love you."  Without further ceremony, Lisa kissed my pecker and went home, leaving me with a wet stiff one and a feeling of awkwardness. 

I heard the water running and deduced that Jan was taking a shower.  Lying back on the bed, I wondered what we were going to say to each other.  More specifically, I wondered what I was going to say to her.  "Have a nice time?  Did you have fun?  Who's better, Bill or me?"  None of those seemed to be appropriate openings.  "Love the bikini," popped into mind, except that I was certain that she wasn't wearing it in the shower.

I took a deep breath.  The heady scent of Lisa's cunt filled my nostrils, a reminder of wallowing my face between her legs, exploring and discovering every crease and fold of her sex. I knew I reeked, but I was quite content to relish the lingering odors.

Slowly I realized that I didn't need to say anything, at least at first.  What I needed to do was just go in there and fuck my wife.  Sort of a 'I love you' and a 'thank you' fuck all rolled into one.  We could talk later. 

Fortunately while I had been lying there, savoring Lisa's scent, I had been diddling my dong.  It was still up and ready.  Rising from the bed, doing my best to maintain my erection, I walked towards the master bedroom.  In my mind's eye, I coxed Janet to bend forward, bracing herself against the wall of the shower as the spray beat down upon us.  In one swift motion, I would penetrate her fully.  I briefly wondered what it would feel like, plowing into her cunt greased with another man's cum. 

Then I heard silence before I got to the door.  The shower had stopped running.  The moment was gone, and so apparently was my erection.  For a moment, I stood at the bedroom doorway, trying my best to revive my flagging cock.  I could still smell Lisa.  In my present state, I couldn't go in there and just fuck her.  I also knew that covered as I was with the scent of her best friend's cunt, it would be impolitic to even kiss Janet now. 

Staving off the inevitable, I turned and headed for the kitchen to make coffee.  There scattered on the kitchen floor was Lisa's bikini, the pieces lying where they had fallen last night.  There too were my swim trunks.  As far as I knew, Lisa hadn't brought any other clothing with her last night.  With a smile I pictured her brazenly cutting through our backyards, buck‑naked with those big tits bouncing about. 

The coffee made, I poured two cups and returned to the master suite.  Janet was now in bed, on her side, facing away from the door with the covers pulled over her shoulders and neck.

"Jan?  You want some coffee?" I said softly.  There was no reply.  "Jan?"  She was asleep, or at least I thought she was asleep.  A sudden wave of fatigue hit me.  Setting the coffee down on the dresser, I trudged off to the shower to rinse away the lingering residue of a marvelously hedonistic night. 

The shower felt great, however, I didn't loiter.  I did what I thought was a good job and was quickly through.  After drying off, I crawled into bed, expecting to snuggle into some soft bare skin.  To my chagrin, I felt the warmth of pajamas.  As any man who has been married for long can tell you, pajamas are a signal that something is wrong.  And as any married man can tell you, the signal meant either that she was sick or that I was in the doghouse.

As far as I knew, she wasn't sick. 'What did I do?' I pondered with exasperation.  'I came home.  I played her game, and now I'm in shit?'  I must have vexed over this for maybe thirty seconds before the fatigue over took me, transporting me to dreamland.

It was early afternoon before I awoke alone in our bed.  I dozed off and on for another half hour or so, before dragging my ass out of bed.  One thing was for certain; I was famished.  I slipped on some gym shorts and made my way to the kitchen.  Lisa's bikini and my swim trunks had found their way off the floor and onto the kitchen counter.  I looked about for Janet, but she wasn't to be found in or around the house.  My anger rose momentarily as I envisioned her next door, being drilled by a perpetually hard Bill.  That feeling quickly dissipated when I found her car gone from the garage.  She had merely gone off on some errand.

I found something to ease my hunger pangs and slake my thirst.  Then I went out to the pool, shucked the shorts and dove in.  The water felt great.  I was in no mood to do laps, but forced myself to do them anyway. 

I had finished my exercise and was just floating about when the house phone rang.  There was no use scrambling around in a futile attempt to pick up before the answering machine kicked in, so I let it be.  In due course, I checked the answering machine.  "Sam.  Bill.  Give me a shout."  I checked the garage again to see if Janet had somehow slipped in undetected, but her car was still gone.  I had no idea what Bill wanted, but decided it might be best to make the call now and not wait until Jan returned.

"Sam!  How's it going, buddy?  Stupid question," he began.  "I think I have a pretty good idea.  Last night... it was fantastic!  I don't know what you did last night... actually I do," he chuckled, "but when Lisa got home, she woke me up and jumped my bones!  Damn, she was like a wild woman!  After all the fun we had, you know, well... damn!  You know, sometime I'm gonna have to send Lisa over to you to get primed again!  I don't know about you, buddy, but I feel like Tarzan!"

"Uh, yeah," I answered.

"Look, how about if we all go down to the lake house this evening.  We can do a little fishing in the morning.  Maybe, perhaps, we can have a little more... uh, fun too!"

"Well, I'll have to check with Jan.  She's off on some errand.    I'm not sure when she'll get back.  I tried her cell, but the voicemail picked up right away.  I'll have to get back with you."

"Oh.  Okay.  Fair enough.  Look, we've got beer, wine, steaks and stuff here, so if you want to go, we can just go!"

"Sure, Bill.  I'll let you know as soon as I can."

"10‑4!"

As I hung up the phone I heard the garage door opening.  A minute or so later, Janet comes in, smiles meekly at me and then scurries off into the back of the house with a very small package. Cornering her in the bath, I arrived just in time to see her pop a pill from a prescription bottle. 

"Hey, babe.  Are you okay?"

"Fine, fine.  I'm fine."

"Uh, where've you been?"

"I, I needed this prescription filled so I was down at CVS."

"Took you that long? You went to see a doctor?"  Picking up the bottle, I saw that it was for migrane headaches.  "You getting those headaches again?"

"Oh, I guess.  It's hard to describe, but I just don't feel well, that's all."

Several years ago Jan had a bout with migraine headaches.  Doctor said that they were stress and anxiety related along other things, like the onset of her menstrual cycle.  At the time our son was being particularly difficult and her mother was fighting a losing battle with cancer.  Not only that, but she was having problems at work.  The work related crap cleared up when the outfit went belly‑up, but it did nothing for the protracted battles her mother faced or the trials of puting up with a smart‑mouthed teenager.  Eventually David grew up a little and was off to college and her mother... God bless her soul.  After that, the migraines went away.

"You saw a doctor?"

"It's Saturday, so I dropped in at the Doc‑in‑a‑Box."

"What's wrong?"

"Will you stop with the inquisition?!"

"Sorry, Jan.  I'm just concerned."

"Well, you weren't..."

"Weren't what?"

"Never mind.  Look, I'm sorry.  I just don't feel well.  You know how it is."

"Hmmm, period?"

"No... Look, I'll be fine."

"Okay," I replied skeptically.  "By the way.  Bill called.  Wants to know if we want to go to the lake house tonight."

"No!" She paused then added, "I'm really not up for that.  How about if we just stay home?  I haven't seen you all week."

"Want me to invite..."

"No!  Not tonight!  God!  You want to do that again tonight?!  You want to see me spread my legs for him?!"

"Hey!  Easy!  Easy!  It wasn't my idea, remember."

"Well, you didn't try to stop it either!" she snapped.

"What?"  To my surprise, she stormed out of the bathroom.  "Hey!  What's the problem?" I called out after her.

"I don't want to talk about it!...  Men!"

"Wait a minute, Jan.  That wasn't my idea!  It wasn't Bill's idea either."

"That's right, take up for Bill!"

"Jan?"

"Look, leave me alone for a while.  I don't want to talk about it.  I don't want to talk about anything!  Just leave me alone for a little while!"  With that she breaks out in a flood of tears.

Now I'm no genius when it comes to overwrought women, but I learned long time ago that it's just best not to say anything at all, because that will probably only make things worse.  Best thing is just a firm hug and let her cry it out.  I did just that and was told, "Leave me alone, will you!  Just leave me alone!"

That in turn pissed me off, so I left.  No sooner had I cleared the bedroom door than she slammed it shut.  I turned and shouted, "This is bullshit!"  Then I headed off to get a drink and try and figure out what in the hell was going on.

I was on my second stiff scotch, slowly stewing on the seemingly irrational nature of women when Bill called again.

"Well, you wanna go this evening?"

"No.  Not today."

"You coming over here?"

"No.  Not tonight. Uh, we're just gonna lie in for the night."

"Oh yeah!!...  Say, I know, how about we go fishing in the morning?  We'll leave at four."

At that moment, going fishing sounded great... anything to get out of the house.

"You're on!  And Bill, don't make me roust your sorry ass out of the bed at four AM!  I'll be ready, you be ready!"

"10‑4!"

An hour later, I was really snockered.  I ate some trash and went into the guest room.  Lying on the bed, I could smell the sex that still permeated the room.  Was that it?  Was Jan pissed off because Lisa was giving me a blowjob?  On any other day, that would make perfectly good sense, but today?  It just didn't make any sense at all.  Then I realized that in my anger with Janet's irrationality, I had overlooked the obvious.  What in the hell did Bill do?

I thought back to the events that had led up to last night's little stunt.  The girls, topless in the hot tub certainly, but no, before that.  Like when we would go dancing, either at the Embers, the club, or at someone's house.  We mostly danced with our own wives, but Jan liked to dance with Bill and I loved to dance with Lisa.  Occasionally, a wandering hand would caress a butt cheek or a hard cock got rubbed into a belly, but that was all.  No one ever got upset, except for the time that I told Bill to lay off my wife's butt.  He calmly pointed out that I had been a bit fresh with Lisa and perhaps we should all call it a night.  He was right.  I just didn't think that he'd notice.  I felt pretty stupid, but not stupid enough to ruin our evening.  The rest of the night, both Bill and I kept our hands a little higher on the hip than normal.  Neither of us ever said anything again about what happened on the dance floor.

Then there were the evenings when the girls would "swap" husbands.  That naturally had certain sexual overtones, but what the girls had in mind was just dinner, some conversation and perhaps a back rub.  At the designated time, they'd return home.  Other than the back rub, the only thing sexual was a smoldering tongue dance at the front door on their way out.

More immediately, I thought back to the trip to Martinique that we took last spring.  Just the adults; no kids.  We farmed out Denise to another friend.  Our other kids were away at college. 

The girls were shocked at the topless bathers at the beach.  Bill and I were in heaven.  They didn't want to go to the beach.  We told them to grow up.  The French simply weren't as prudish as we Americans, and when in Rome....  Well, the Rome‑bit was out of the question, but we did manage to get in some good long beach hours to gawk.

When we returned home, the girls' attitudes had changed.  I noticed that Jan's tits weren't snow white anymore.  Bill noticed the same about Lisa's tits.  Unannounced, they had taken up sunning topless, by the pool when we were at work and Denise was in school or somewhere safely out of the way.

The newly bronzed boobs inspired Bill and I to take certain liberties in the hot tub.  There were squeals of protest, but alcohol had smoothed the way for some harmless risqué fun.  Immediately there were rules... Jan loved rules.  It was strictly, look but no touch.  We couldn't even feel up our own wives much less get into anything really adventurous.  Still, sexually, it was very stimulating.  After a night of glimpsing Lisa's tits just a few feet from me, Jan and I would have a rambunctious time in bed that night.  Jan's tits had a similar effect on Bill's libido.

That got us to talking, at least Bill and I.  I mean really talking.  Bill and I discussed more adventurous themes, such as a soft swing and having sex with our partners in the presence of the other couple.  By and by Bill and I got into talking dirty about the other's wife. I made it clear that I found Lisa highly desirable.  Bill openly fantasized about doing Jan.  If it had been anyone but Bill, there never would have been any of this talk, but it was just great guy talk, two middle‑aged guys talking nasty sexual fantasies.  Then we'd go home and fuck the hell out of our own wives. 

But with all the talk of swapping wives, we both agreed that it would never happen, as the girls would never really go for it.  We opted instead to work toward a more obtainable goal, a soft swing.

Jan and Lisa talked too.  The soft swing was discussed, but Jan was adamant, at least with me, that a show of tit was a far as anything would ever go, and then only in the hot tub.  We stuck with that rule, but the play area eventually included the swimming pool. 

Once after a round of golf, Bill and I found them out by the pool sunning topless.  Hands immediately covered the areas of interest.  We offered to oil them down, but were soundly rebuked.  Bill and I decided to skinny dip.  Rather than join in, the girls got up and went inside.

What never happened was any real discussion that included all four of us at the same time.  That was odd, because we certainly talked about everything thing else including Bill's hemorrhoids and Janet's yeast infection.  It was always Bill and me, Lisa and Jan, Jan and me, Bill and Lisa, but never the four of us and certainly never Lisa and me or Bill and Jan.  Thus what we related to each other often had a certain hearsay quality to it. 

Not surprisingly, when Lisa sprang their plan on me, I wasn't all that convinced that it was on the up and up.  I was reasonably certain that Jan would never go through with it.  I suspected that it was all a ploy, a test of fidelity or a devious scheme for Jan to get that turquoise T‑bird she coveted.  I never really thought, not until the last minute, that she would actually do a real swap.  Lisa, yeah, I thought Lisa would be game, Bill had so much as told me that.  But Jan?  Then when the hour passed and there was no call from next door, I knew it was for real.  By that time, I was so horny for Lisa I never considered any other alternative.

If Janet didn't want to go through with it, she would have called and stopped it.  It was that simple.  Did she make her decision, then wake up this morning with regrets?  That's certainly what it looked like.  Then why is she mad at me?  Because I didn't make the call and stop it?  That too was a real possibility.  She seemed angry with Bill too.  Why would she be angry with Bill?

Then I remembered the duck hunt.  That was five, six years ago.  I had met a guy who told me about this duck hunting camp down around Gueydan, Louisiana.  Sounded great.  Bill and I went one year and it was great!  The next year we returned. 

The camp was out in the middle of nowhere, down in the marshes, at the end of a very long and lonely gravel road, about twenty miles from the nearest gas station.  In fact, except for several oil wells, the camp was the only thing on the road.  The camp itself wasn't anything to brag about.  It wasn't exactly picturesque, but it sat right on a pristine bayou.  Basically, it was a tin roofed shack, consisting of one large room, with tables, chairs, and couple of sofas, plus a kitchen.  There were four small rooms down a hall on one side, with two bunk beds and a gun rack in each. At the end of the hall was the community bath, with two toilets, two sinks and open shower.  Other than the two doors leading outside from the main room, there weren't any doors.  It was Spartan.  A hunting camp.  A place to eat, sleep and get out of bad weather. 

A wild man who went by the name T‑Boon owned the joint.  He was also the head guide and chief cook, and could that Cajun cook!  He had three younger men in their late teens, all nephews, who helped him out by doing whatever was required.

Bill and I arrived around dusk after driving all day through intermittent rain.  There were three other hunters who had arrived the day before, and who were practically giddy with the number of birds they had shot.  The only nighttime entertainment was eating, drinking beer, swapping lies and playing a wicked coon‑ass card game called Boure.

Next morning, the cold front had pushed through and high pressure had set in.  It was cool, in the low forties.  The cloudless, crisp blue sky had unlimited visibility.  Terrible weather for duck hunting!  One of T‑Boon's nephews took us out to a blind anyway.  We could see the ducks, flying overhead at about 2,000 feet.  That was about as close as we got to a duck the entire trip.

Later that afternoon, back at the camp another "hunter" arrived.  Identified only as Dave, he had his wife, Shelia, with him.  Sheila was a tall, buxom, slutty‑looking bleached blonde in her early forties.  It was hard to believe that anyone would bring their wife out to place like this, but Dave and Sheila seemed to be comfortable with the accommodations.  As usual we played cards after eating our fill of gumbo.  In short order, Dave managed to clean everyone's clock and the Boure game broke up after everyone had lost their nightly two hundred dollar limit.

There was some chanky‑chank music playing on the CD player and Dave started to dance with Sheila.  They were a very good dance couple and soon everyone was taking a turn doing a Cajun two‑step or waltz with Sheila.  Then Dave changed the music to something more appropriate for a bump and grind.  Sheila now danced alone.  From her suggestive moves, it was obvious that she had kept her figure by being a "professional" dancer.  As a pro, she was doing a good job entertaining her audience. 

There was a break in the music. Picking out a new CD, Dave asked, "Anyone wanna see a little skin?"

Naturally, half drunk, we all hooted our encouragement.  Over the next few songs, Sheila went around giving lap dances as she slowly got naked. When the music stopped, she was lying across a table, buck‑naked except for her heels, playing with her tits.  T‑Boon broke out a bottle of whiskey.  Dave poured a shot in her navel, then dealt out one card to each of the paying guests.  In the order of the cards, we then slurped shots from her belly button.  Soon, at Dave's suggestion, the other three hunters were taking other liberties, licking drops of whiskey from her tits and finger frigging her to an orgasm.  Then Dave drops his pants, kicks out of them, steps up and fucks her while T‑Boon and one of his boys held her legs high in the air. Even in my bad‑boy frat days, I hadn't seen anything like this. 

My poor pecker was so hard I thought it would burst.  Bill too was similarly afflicted.  He was standing there, watching the entire lewd scene, squeezing his cock through his pants.

In due course, Dave got his rocks off.  Stepping back from between Shelia's legs, he retrieved a small duffel bag and poured the contents on his naked and freshly fucked wife.  A pile of condoms grew on her belly until they spilled off her sides and onto the table and the floor.  A couple of bottles of lube also tumbled out.

"Tomorrow is Sheila's birthday," Dave announced.  "If you haven't already guessed, my wife's a nympho slut.  Not only does she love to fuck, she's not particularly picky about who fucks her, and neither am I.  For her birthday, I brought her here to get royally fucked.  I trust you boys will help me and my whore out."

"Holy smokes," uttered Bill. 

"Here's the rules, boys," continued Dave, as if he were explaining a new card game.  "While we are here, you, any of you, can fuck her.  Fuck her as much and as many times as you want.  Fuck her however you want.  Fuck her like the whore she is.  Only you fuck her out here where I can see you."  He paused and raised his finger for emphasis, "But... do not hurt her.  Hurt her and T‑Boon's boys will feed you to the gators."  His smile took on a sinister look as he added, "You boys leave the hurting to me."

"One other thing, you gotta use a rubber.  I'm the only one who can fuck her bareback.  Having said that, she doesn't like the taste of latex, so when it comes to dick sucking, she likes the taste of a bare dick." 

While T-Boon's boys laid out a thin sofa-bed mattress on the floor, Dave let the rules sink in and then added, "Oh, one other thing... if you want to poke her in the ass, just be sure to use lots of lube."

"You have your cards, so you fellas work out who's first."

I had never before cheated on Jan and to my knowledge, Bill had been one hundred percent faithful to Lisa.  What's a guy gonna do?  Here we are, miles from anywhere, ten guys and a willing, eager skank.  After a few drinks, she looked a lot better than when I first saw her, especially now that she was naked. When the gangbang began, I took my place in the rotation as did Bill.

Other than a few trips with Bill to a tittie bar for a lap dance or six with a few young things (I'm not even sure if that that counts, even though Jan and Lisa never knew about it), that was the only time I cheated.  As much as I'm on the road, there've been plenty of opportunities for some extra curricular activities, but I never do that sort of thing.

I bring this whole duck‑camp episode up because over the course of the next day and half, Shelia had someone humping on her practically non‑stop.  I admit that I dipped my wick more than once, but what really came to mind when thinking over the episode, was Bill's behavior.  He really got into it, or rather into Sheila.

Time and again, when there was an opening and Bill had it up, he fucked her.  He treated her pretty rough too.  When she responded favorably to his rough fucking, he got rougher.  He really pounded the hell out her.  Early on I thought he just might wind up staked out in the marsh for some large reptile's dinner, but I guess he never really hurt her.  As to what Dave considered to be "hurting her", I'm not sure, and I didn't want to know.  Apparently hickies, red‑ass spankings, and bruised nipples didn't count.

That was also the first and only time I'd actually seen three guys doing a woman at once.  Afterwards Bill and I rationalized that not knowing beforehand, sort of absolved us from our infidelity.  However, knowing what might happen was something all together different.  Bill and I never went back to T‑Boon's duck camp. 

Now that I was thinking back on it, I wondered if Bill had gotten too rough with Jan.  Is that what the pajamas were all about, to conceal the hickies and the bruising?  He certainly knew a lot about which buttons set her off.  I hadn't told him everything, but I certainly never implied that she was into pain. He wouldn't do that.  Or would he?

One topic I never discussed with him was the fantasy games Jan and I sometimes played.  Jan had read about doing that in some trashy women's magazine, and we decided to give it a go.  At first I thought it was all pretty stupid, but I played along.  After a while, the fantasy screw became set to a formula.  The ingredients were light restraints and after she was blindfolded, I'd invite "Bill" in to feel her up and fuck her.  Jan really got off on that.

Lying in bed, I'm sure I considered some other factors, but I don't particularly recall them.  All I remember was hearing a light tapping that seemed far away, and the dreamlike sound of someone calling my name.  Then I heard, "What do you want, Bill?...  Sam's not here!... I don't know."

I glanced at the clock.  It was 4:15 and realized that I had overslept.  I jumped up and looked down the hallway.  There was Bill, standing at the bedroom door, trying to get Jan to understand that we were going fishing and that I had to get up.

"Bill!" I loudly whispered.  "Bill!" 

He turned, threw his hands up in the air in a gesture of exasperation and said, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I overslept."

"Well, get dressed, for Christ's sake!  It's getting late!"  That's when I realized that except for the gym shorts I had on, all my clothes were in the bedroom with Jan.

I tried the door, but it was locked.  "Jan!  Jan!  I need to get my clothes."

"I'm trying to get some sleep, thank you," she answered.

"Jan!"  There was only silence as I continued to jiggle the door.  Now normally, you would just go get a small screwdriver and open the lock, but years ago, when the kids were snoopy, we had put a dead bolt on the bedroom door.  The deadbolt key?  God only knows where the key was.

I turned to Bill.  He had that "What the fuck?" look on his face.  I knew I had clothes at the lake house so I muttered, "Fuck it!  Let's go."

Fortunately, in mid fall it was still quite warm.  We stopped at the Quickie Mart, where Bill graciously bought me a cup of coffee as my wallet was where my shirts where.  Heading to the lake, in the early morning darkness, Bill finally asked, "It's none of my business, but what's going on with you two?"

"I'm not sure," I honestly replied.  "All I know is that Jan's dander is up.  I haven't seen her like this in years.  She's upset.  Really upset."

"Oh?  What did you say to her?"

"I didn't say anything!  I never had the chance."  Then I related the pertinent events of the day, leaving out the part about Lisa's blowjob.

"That doesn't make sense.  You must've said or done something."

"No, I didn't.  But... if you did something, Bill, you need to come out with it now!  Otherwise, Jan's going to be talking to Lisa, and..."

"I didn't do anything!" he protested.

"Okay.  I've wracked my brain, trying to figure out something that makes some sense.  So far, I'm stumped.  So... just what the fuck did you do?"

"Whadda mean, what did I do?  You know what I did!"

"Okay, so tell me."

"You want it spelled out?...  Jesus... Okay.  I took your wife and... I fucked her.  I fucked her several times.  She sucked my cock.  Several times.  And... I discovered that you were telling me the truth when you said that Jan likes a stiff prick up the butt!  Satisfied?  Oh, yeah.  I ate her pussy!  Now is there anything wrong with any of that?"

Stung by the bluntness of Bill's words, I rode along in silence.

"I had a good time, Sam," he said evenly.  "One hell of a good time!  Jan had a good time too.  Once we got started, she was... very enthusiastic.  I know that Lisa... Lisa had a great time with you between her legs!  I assume that you had fun too.  We all had fun.  All four of us.  So... what's the problem?"

"Why is Jan upset?" I asked.

"Beats me!"  He thought for a moment and added, "She's a woman?"

"Yeah, she's a woman, but that doesn't quite explain it.  Maybe it does, but... Look, I really don't want the details, but I've got to know what happened."

"Fuck! You sound just like Lisa.  You know, what went on between you and Lisa, well, that's between you two.  What went on between me and Jan..."

"Bill.  Something has really upset her.  I don't know if it's morning‑after regrets..."

"Yeah, that must be it!"

"Maybe.  If it is, I still have to deal with it.  I have to resolve it."

"Say, you think she's worried that I might've knocked her up?"

"Her tubes are tied!  You know that."

"Oh, yeah... That can't be it," he unhelpfully reflected.

Then he blurted, "God!  Don't you just hate that kind of crap?  You think you can fix it? You know, for another round? I'd sure love to..."

"Okay, okay," I interrupted.  I was getting nowhere nearer an answer than when I had dozed off last night.  Apparently all Bill could think of was screwing her again. 

I had Bill pull over so I could take a quick leak and then we were on our way again.  Twenty minutes later we were pulling up to the lake house.  While Bill lowered the bass boat and got it ready, I went inside and found a change of clothes.  By the time I got to the dock, dawn had already broken.

We didn't bother with the outboard motor, we simply glided away with the electric trolling motor and got on with the task of working over the water near the shore bank.  We came up to a point within eyesight of the lake house and began hauling in the sand bass.  The quickness of the action got my mind off my most pressing problem.  Once the action slacked off, we moved on into the adjacent cove.  I was getting into the pleasure of being outdoors, in the cool of the morning, doing what I enjoy when I heard the sound of an outboard motor going into idle.

A moment later I looked back and saw that it was Kenny, the game warden.  Bill and I have known Kenny both personally and in his official capacity for many years, and the sight him didn't cause me any alarm.  We chatted amicably for a few minutes before Kenny asked to see the boat registration and our fishing licenses.  Handing Bill's license and the boat's registration papers back to him, Kenny waited expectantly for me to produce mine.

"Uh, Kenny, I left my wallet back home," I offered.

"I see," he replied with a perplex look.  "You know, you're required to carry it with you when you're fishing."

"I know, Kenny.  I'm sorry, I forgot."

Kenny looked a bit distraught.  "Sam, we've known each other for a long time, but... I got a job to do."

"I know, Kenny, I..."

"I'm gonna have to write you a citation."

"Give me a break!"

"I can't do that.  You know that.  I know you keep your license current, but you have to have it with you when fishing."

"Kenny..."

"You know, I could seize all your tackle and seize this boat.  I'm not going to do that.  But I have to give you a citation...  Sorry, Sam, don't make me into a prick... it's my job!"

Grudgingly, I signed the citation and as gracefully as possible, accepted it and the one hundred fifty dollar fine.

"I take it that Bill has caught all of these fish?"

"Yeah!  I caught them!" piped in Bill.

"That's what I thought.  Well, sorry to ruin your day, Sam.  I really am.  If I'd known, I wouldn't have stopped."

"Ah, that's okay.  Next time I see you, you can buy me a beer."

"You're on, Sam!  Oh, and you'd better stow your tackle."  With that, our good buddy, Kenny the game warden, was on his way looking for more wanton criminal activity. 

Bill picked up his rod and cast his purple worm into some weeds.  The worm was in the water less than ten seconds before he got a hit.  The lunker broke the water with a big splash.  "Whoa!" shouted Bill in glee.  Expertly he played the fish until he got it to the side of the boat.  I manned the net and hauled it into the boat.  It was a nice‑sized big mouth bass.  Not a trophy fish by any means, but the kind of fish that draws you back to the water and inspires you to buy all sorts of dubious gear.

"Nice fish," I observed as I placed it in the live well. "Wha'cha say we call it a day?"

"What! The fishing's great!  Hey, I can't help it if you fucked up!"

Bill had a point.  I resigned myself to spending the morning riding around empty handed watching Bill have all the fun.  Without the distraction of artfully casting and working a plastic worm to good effect, I was soon obsessing over Jan and the aftermath of our first (and possibly only) swing.  After an hour or so, the fishing slowed appreciably.  Another thirty minutes, the sun was high in the sky and bass stopped biting altogether.

Returning to our dock, we stowed the gear and the bass boat.  Bill and I got out the electric knife and in quick order, filleted the fish and threw the remains to the catfish and turtles.

It was nine thirty on a Sunday morning.  We had finished what we set out to do and having nothing more pressing than the hour drive back home, cracked a couple of breakfast beers.

"Bill, I don't mean to pry, but..."

"You still thinking about that?"

"Yes.  Look, this may be some serious shit...  Damn it, I need your help. I don't want this to come between Jan and me.  I don't want my relationship with my wife to go sour."

"Okay.  Okay.  What do you need to know?"

"What went wrong?  Why the frigging crisis?"

"Hell, I don't know!"

"I come home, there's Lisa, practically naked.  You see her bikini?"

"Yeah!  There wasn't much there."

"So you saw her before I got home?"

"Yeah.  She and Jan. Prancing around like a couple of prick teases.  My old soldier was certainly teased."

"So you knew what the plan was?"

"Yeah.  So?"

"Were you in on it?" I asked.

"No.  I played a round of golf and when I got home, they were there, in those bikinis," he replied.  "Jesus, they got my attention!"

"I didn't have a clue except for what Lisa told me," I lamented.

"And she told you..."

"The girls wanted to play.  That if no one called it off before seven, then things would take their natural course."

"You knew exactly what she meant by 'natural course'?" asked Bill.

"Yeah, Bill, I asked.  Just to be sure.  A swap, for sex.  Still... I wasn't sure at all.  I didn't think she was for real.  I thought it was some sort of joke.  You know, some sort of female scheme.  Hell, I even thought you were in on the joke.  Shit, I didn't think, I didn't think that Jan would actually do it."

"She did it alright," he laughed while making an obscene gesture with his hands.  "All night."

"Okay.  I was at a bit of a disadvantage.  I was only hearing from Lisa. I didn't hear anything from Jan.  Then it was seven and I still didn't hear from Jan."

"So what did you do, Sam?" asked Bill with feigned sincerity.  "Don't tell me...  You screwed my willing wife!"

"Uh, well, yeah."

"I told Jan that you were going to screw Lisa.  I was right!" beamed Bill not taking any of this seriously.

"Point is, I didn't talk to Jan about any of this.  You talked to both Jan and Lisa."

"Well, they sort of sprung it on me too.  Hell, I didn't know."

"Yes, you did.  Anyway, you knew before I did.  So tell me what happened."

"When?  Before or after?"

"Before."

"Well, they were strutting their stuff, modeling those suits.  They might as well not had anything on.  You know, they're way past tanning topless."

"I noticed that, so..."

"Well, Lisa tells me their plan.  I thought she was bullshitting me!  Take a natural course?  I made sure that I understood what they were talking about.  I made damned sure that "natural course", meant just what I thought it meant... intercourse... copulation... fornication... raw fucking.  I didn't want any misunderstanding.  She made it clear that I had it right.  I called their bluff and I told Lisa right then and there what my decision was.  I wasn't calling.  I also told them that you wouldn't be calling either.  Surprised the hell out me, but that seemed to be fine with her.  Then Lisa goes over to take care of you, leaving me with Janet and the biggest hard‑on I think I've ever had in my life!

"So there I am with Jan.  I'm thinking, 'this ain't for real.  No way is this for real!'  You and me, we've talked about this shit, but talk is talk.  Here it was, nut cutting time.  I thought, do I really want your sorry ass doing my wife?  Then I looked at Jan, covered in two, maybe three strings at most.  Shit, the thing had ridden up into her snatch!  I mean, she left nothing to the imagination! At that point it was an easy decision.  You and Lisa, me and Jan.  Oh, yes. Hell yes!

"Jan says, 'Would you like a drink?'  My mouth is dry, but I managed to say, 'Yes'.  She turns, and sweet Jesus, there's less in back than in the front!  What a gorgeous ass!  I admit, I wanted to fuck her right then, but... I'm still not sure that this is for real.

"She's mixing us drinks, I'm soaking up the sight of her bare buns.  I go up and give her a hug.  Thinking I can get her to commit one‑way or the other I say, 'I don't think I can wait until seven.'

"She says something about the hot tub rule... that I can look, but not touch.  I'm thinking, hot tub, okay, that means topless; so I pop the stings to her top.  She makes a fuss and I point out that she brought up the hot tub rule.  She says, 'I don't think I can do this.'"

"She said that?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I still wasn't convinced one way or the other, so I tell her it's too late to change her mind.  She said it wasn't seven yet.  You know, what in hell does seven really have to do with anything?  I point out to her, 'This was your idea.'  I had certainly pressed her.  I made it crystal clear that I wanted to fuck her and if she didn't want to get fucked, she needed to go home.  She stayed.  I mean, if she didn't want to go through with it, she should have run out of there and run home, but... she stayed.

"I gave her another chance.  I said, 'You want this.  I want this.'   Then we kissed.  She jammed her tongue into my mouth, and I ground my hard cock into her belly.  Now, if that hard dick wasn't clear enough, I don't know how else I could have made my intentions any clearer.  We smooch a bit and I get a handful of her bare ass.  I'm going crazy!  We talk some more.  I want a straight answer.  Now!  Not at 6:59 PM!  Did she want to fuck or not?  

"She says, 'We've gotta wait.  We've gotta give them time to decide.'

"I asked, 'Does that mean you have decided?'

"She replied, 'Yes, I mean, no.' You know, typical female cryptology!  We talk some more, with me trying to get a straight answer. 

"The subject of cheating came up.  I said that cheating was when you did something behind your spouse's back.  We all knew what was happening and therefore it wasn't cheating. It was straightforward logic.  She seemed okay with that and then said we just had to wait.  She still hadn't given me a clear answer, so I said, 'Okay, I get to look.  Give me the top.'

"She gave me the top.  Oh, my god!  Her nipples were rock hard!  Just like my dick!  Now, to me, that was certainly a clear indication!  There she was, now wearing only that yellow string around her waist and the one that disappeared into her snatch.  I told her that she was beautiful, and that's the fucking truth. I'd never seen anything more beautiful in my life!

"So there she is, naked for all practical purposes and I'm still dressed for golf.  Fair is fair, so I get naked too."

I blurted out, "You what?"

Unfazed he continued, "I got naked.  Only difference was that Willy didn't have some string tied around his neck.  She feigned shock, then a smile came across her face.  We hadn't had a drink yet, so I knew she was sober.  She turned to get our drinks and I snuggled up behind her."

"Naked?"

"Yeah.  I said that.  We were naked," stated Bill.  "Well, she still had those strings on, but that hardly counts for anything.  Hell, you saw Lisa's suit, same thing, just a different color.  Anyway, I rubbed my bare cock across her backside.  She seemed to like that. We parted and had our drink and continued to chat.  I forget exactly what we were talking about, but it wasn't about the weather, and it wasn't about Jesus!  We had a couple of drinks.  The whole time, I have a raging hard‑on that was positively slobbering all over the place,  and she has her eyes glued to it.

"She turned to make herself another drink."

"How many drinks did she have?" I asked.

"I dunno.  Two, three.  Hey!  I didn't get her drunk!  She was mixing them, not me.  I gave her a hug and a kiss on the back of her neck."  That was one of her weak points.  "I kissed her across her back."

I was getting the idea.  Instead of being pissed off, I was getting hard.  "You were feeling her up?"

"No, not yet! Just kisses on her back.  My hands were on her sides.  I was expecting her to tell me to stop, but she didn't.  I kissed down until I was covering her beautiful butt cheeks with kisses.  I could smell how aroused she was.  She still didn't say no, or give any other indication for me to stop, so... I pulled her thong off."

"Uh, what time was this?"

"Time? I dunno.  Six?"

"She didn't stop you?"

"No!  But she did ask for her thong back."

"And?"

"And?"

"Yeah!  And?" I pressed.

Unconsciously I adjusted my stiff cock in my jeans.  A sly smile came across Bill's mug.  "I gave it back.  I told her to hold her hands out and close her eyes.  I slipped the thong over her wrists, gave it a twist and I bingo!  I had her!"

"Oh, shit!"

"You're enjoying this, aren't you, Sam?"

"I'm just trying to understand so that I can... fix... whatever went wrong.  Go on."

"I led her to the sofa and stretched her out."

Knowing what effect being restrained had on her, I asked with a dry mouth, "You fucked her?"

"Not yet, but I flat out told her, 'You're about to get fucked.'" 

That's more or less what I always told her after I blindfolded her and had become the imaginary Bill then who ravishes her. 

"Again, she didn't tell me to stop, she didn't say no, so... I continued.  Her nipples were pointing at the ceiling.  She was as hot as teenager in heat.  I knew then, that she wanted to fuck.  She wanted it bad, real bad. 

"Next, I found out just how sensitive her nipples are.  You weren't shitting me about how she can cum just having her nipples played with."

"You fucked her then?"

"No!  I hadn't even touched her sweet pussy.  But after she came, well, she was soaking wet.  I think she made a spot on the sofa, but then again, that may have happened later.  Anyway, I did a comparative anatomy study.  Damn, that girl is responsive!  Then I moved on top... But, I didn't fuck her!  I rubbed her wet cunt with my seeping dick together, but I didn't fuck her.

"Then she said it.  I asked if she didn't want to wait.  She said, 'Fuck me'.  I asked her again, and she said, 'Damn it, Bill.  Fuck me!'  It was music to my ear!"

"And?" I whispered.

"What do you think?  I did just what the lady asked."

"Jesus!" I muttered.

Bill sighed and then said, "You want to go inside and jackoff?"

"No!"

"Well, excuse me, Sam, but I need some relief."  Bill stood and added, "It was great, Sam!  Fucking great!  Best night of screwing ever!"  Then he wandered off inside the lake house to get his rocks off solo.

On the ride home, Bill was running off at the mouth talking about how I needed to train Lisa in anal sex.  "I'd rather be first up her butt," he commented, "but it hasn't happened, so I'll gladly take seconds, if that what it takes." However, other than a noncommittal "yes" or "no" here and there, I don't think I said a word to Bill the entire ride back.  It was about noon when we arrived back home.

I now had a pretty good idea what had happened.  This much was clear.  Jan and Bill had jumped the gun.  Hell, Bill pulled her trigger!  Jan's problem couldn't be rooted in me not calling.  Even if I had called before seven, it would have been too damned late.  That eliminated one possibility; namely it wasn't me she was upset with.  Morning‑after‑regrets seemed to be the most likely answer.  Now all I had to do was to figure out just what it was that she regretted.  The extra‑martial sex?  Maybe.  Jumping the gun?  Yeah, a rules violation; Jan loved rules.   But maybe I was missing something; maybe it was something else.

I needed to talk to Jan, even if she didn't want to talk.  During the hour or so ride from the lake, I tried to formulate what I was going to say. It all sounded pretty good and very smooth in the privacy of my brain, but once I was about to step into the house, I knew that I didn't have a clue as to what to say to her. 

Again Jan wasn't anywhere to be found.  'Fuck, she's with Lisa,' I thought to myself.  I could just imagine how contorted things might be right now.  No doubt, Bill would be in deep shit.  Serves the bastard right!  Even worse, Bill would be staying with me for the foreseeable future.  Shit, I should have stayed home this morning, but then I wouldn't have had a clue as to what happened. 

If only had I called... but... Christ, that would have made matters worse, much worse. The answering machine... she knew who it was when I called and feels guilty.  I should have called as soon as I got home.  Yeah!  I should have said, 'Wait a minute, Lisa!  I think we all need to talk about this first.'  But I didn't.  At first, even though Lisa was prancing around practically nude, it never crossed my mind that the girls were in any way really serious about a swing. Then as the moment approached, all I could think of was ripping those few strings away, wallowing in Lisa's tits and sticking my cock in her.  At that point, I didn't want to talk to Jan.  At that point, Jan could do what she wanted with Bill, so long as I would finally have my fantasy toss with Lisa.  Still, at the last minute, I felt I needed to hear it from her.  It never occurred to me that Janet may have been prodded and goaded into doing something she perhaps really didn't want to do.  Fuck!  What a screwed up mess!

I quickly discovered that Janet's minivan was gone again.  She go to the hospital?  Maybe she really was sick?  I called her cell, but again no answer.  I left a message on her voicemail.  "Jan.  I love you.  Call me.  Please.  We need to talk."  I went to get a glass of water and there on the kitchen counter was her cell phone.  It was off.  She has this thing about saving batteries.  The fact that the batteries were rechargeable didn't matter to Miss Thrifty.  "Oh that's just fucking great!" I muttered.

I scrounged around and found some leftovers in the fridge.  Personally, I hate leftovers, but I was in no mood to cook anything.  Two minutes later, the leftover‑whatever was microwave ready, scalding hot on the outside while cold on the inside.  I ate whatever it was anyway. 

An hour later, still no sign or word from Jan.   I decided that maybe she did talk to Lisa this morning, and perhaps Lisa might know where she was.  That didn't seem likely because if she had, Lisa wouldn't have let her leave.  Lisa would have automatically assumed the role of Queen Mommy, forcing us to all sit down and hash things out.  Still, it was a shot.

I wandered out the backdoor and few steps later I was on their patio.  Bill and Lisa were taking a soak in their hot tub. 

"Hi, handsome!" greeted Lisa with a big smile.  "How's Jan?"

"I don't know.  You see her this morning?"

"I saw her backing out of the driveway," offered Lisa.

"Any idea where she might have gone?"

"Church?"

That was a possibility, but she should have been home an hour ago.  "I don't know," I answered. "Maybe she stayed for confession."

"She'll be home soon," reassured Lisa bobbing up enough to give me a look at her bare breasts. "Care to join us?"

"Well, I..."

"C'mon, get naked, Buddy," laughed Bill.  "No more stupid formalities in this hot tub!  No rules.  We got rid of the rules!"

"Now, Bill!  That's not true!" protested Lisa.

"Bullshit!  C'mon, Sam.  Water's fine."

I must admit, the idea had a lot of appeal to it.  I considered it for a moment, then I declined.  I really needed to wait and talk with Jan as soon as she got home.  Frolicking around buck‑naked with Bill and Lisa just didn't seem to be the wisest course of action.

I watched an exciting golf match on the tube.  I'm not sure which was slower, the golf or the clock.  3:30 PM rolled by and I was really getting concerned.  Then around four, Janet pulled up.

The door from the garage opened. Standing in the doorway, she looked as cute and appealing as ever, dressed in a simple sundress that accented all the right curves.  I took her in my arms to kiss her, but she turned her head away.

"Hey!  Enough of that!  I love you, Jan.  Let's talk this out.  Okay?"  She looked up at me with the most forlorn expression I've ever seen, her baby blues misting up.

Burying her face into my chest she sobbed, "I'm sorry, Sam.  I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, baby.  It's okay.  I love you.  It's okay."

"No, it's not okay," she blubbered.

"C'mon, let's have a drink, and..."

"I'll never have a drink again!  Oh, Sam!   I, I..."  The dam opened up and I stood there holding her as she had a good cry.  This wasn't going to be easy.

After what seemed to be forever, she stopped with the crying jag.  She sobbed a few more times and patted the wet spots her tears had formed on my shirt.  Looking up at me with her reddened eyes and streaked makeup, she sniffled and said, "I'll take that drink now."  After twenty some odd years of getting whiplash from her sometimes instantaneous 180 degree turns, I wasn't in the least surprised. 

"Okay.  How about some white wine?"  She nodded her head in acceptance and I got about the task of opening a cold bottle of Chardonnay.   Soon we were in the den, sipping our wine in an awkward silence.  I hate "discussions" like this to begin with, but I knew that someone had to get it started, so it might as well be me.

"So, tell me about it."  That got me nowhere, so I tried again.  "Why are you so upset?"

"I'm sorry, Sam.  I really am."

"You have nothing to be sorry about."

"Yes, I do!  I, I...Oh God!"

"Look.  I know that you and Bill, got... got started a little early."

"I didn't mean to!  Honest!  I didn't mean to!"

"Okay, okay.  I understand that things, well, things got a little out of control."

"That's an understatement," she said looking down into her glass.  "I guess that you'll hate me for this."

"No!  I don't hate you.  I'd never hate you.  I love you, Jan.  You're the love of my life."

"You should hate me."

"I don't and I won't.  Look.  Thinking back on it, it wasn't... the plan... the plan wasn't thought out.  We should've talked; the four of us, but especially you and me.  Even if it were just for a moment, we should've talked."

"I don't know how I got talked into it.  It sounded fun.  Risky, but fun."

"Was it fun?"  There was no answer.  "Bill, he wasn't mean to you was he?"

"No!  Of course not. He was just... Bill.  You know, a bit pushy at times, a little crude, but he wasn't mean to me."

"Okay.  That's good.  If he had been mean to you, I think I'd have to go over and beat his ass."

"He's bigger than you."

"In what way?" I asked with innuendo.

"Not that way!  You know, he's just bigger."

"You think that would stop me?"

"No, I don't suppose it would, but... don't be childish."

"So, why are you upset?" I asked again in a level voice.

"You know why."  This was turning into a bit of a communicative root canal.

"No, I don't," I replied. "All I know is that what's done is done.  We can't change what happened.  All we can do is move forward," I waxed philosophically. "But we can't move forward until you tell me what's upsetting you."

"Lots of things."

"Okay.  Let's just take them one at a time."  I felt a little proud of myself, using the same technique she always used on the kids and me to good effect.

She looked down in her glass again.  This time I checked to see if there was a piece of cork floating about.  There wasn't.

"You want some more wine?"

"No!  This is fine!"

"Well, I think I need a refill.  I'll be right back."  Giving her a little space for a few minutes helped her collect her thoughts.  When I got back, she began.

"I should have never let Lisa talk me into it in the first place."

"Okay.  You're not blaming Lisa are you?"

"No.  Of course not... but sometimes, she gets the craziest ideas.  I should have said 'no' from the beginning, and none of this would've happened."

"But you didn't."

"No, I didn't," she answered in a whisper.

"So the idea appealed to you."

"No, I mean, yes, I mean, oh, I don't know!"

"Yes, you do know.  It appealed to you.  Otherwise you'd never have entertained the notion, not for a moment.  Right?"

"I suppose."

"That's not good enough.  It appealed to you?  It's okay, you can admit it."

"Yes!  Yes, it sounded like... a lot of fun.  Ohhhh, that sounds so bad!"

"We've been talking about something like this since we got back from Martinique."

"I know.  I just never thought that I'd..."

"Okay, Jan, the idea appealed to you.  Why?"

"I just wanted to tease you."

"Me?  You were teasing Bill."

"I know, I mean, Lisa was going to give you a thrill and I would give Bill a thrill.  I thought that someone would call it off. I never thought that she'd actually go through with it."

"Well, to be honest, Lisa certainly gave me a thrill.  Bill, he's still up on cloud nine.  He thinks he's now Tarzan or something."

"Sam, don't make jokes."

"I'm not joking.  So, you expected someone to call it off."

"Yes.  Me, if no one else."

"But no one called it off."

"No.  I... Oh, damn!  I can't believe..."

"Well, if Lisa or I had decided to call it off..."

"I know!  I know!  That's what makes me so terrible!"

"You're not terrible.  So what happened?"

"Well, there we were, showing our swim suits off to Bill.  She tells Bill what the plan was, you know, call by seven or..."

"Or what?"

"That she'd sleep with you and I would sleep with...  Suddenly, Lisa leaves and I'm alone with Bill, practically naked."

"I see.  And what did Bill say?"

"He said... he said he wasn't going to call.  He said you wouldn't call either."

"So what did you think Bill meant?"

"That was pretty obvious.  God!  I should've run!"

"But you didn't.  So what were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking!  I... I... God, I think I need some more wine."

I got up a poured two fresh glasses and then returned.  Jan was busy twisting a strand of her hair.

"So you decided to stay?"

"I shouldn't have, but I did.  I figured seven o'clock was a long way off.  Why spoil the tease?"

"But you and Bill... you didn't wait until seven.  What happened?...  Jan?"  At that point she had clammed up.  I tried to press forward, but to no avail.  I tried backing up, but still she wouldn't respond.  I figured that I had found the central problem. 

"Okay, let's try this," I said.  "Once you decided that you were going to have sex with Bill..."

"I didn't decide!"

"Bill raped you?"

"No!  No!   I, I..."

"You had sex with Bill and it wasn't rape, then... it was consensual?"

"You had sex with Lisa!"

"Is that the issue?"

"No."

"When you walked in on us in the morning.  Is that what upset you?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to barge in on you.  I thought you would be in our bedroom!"

"But that didn't upset you?"

"Yes and no.  I was already upset...  When I woke, I had a splitting headache.  Then I realized that I was in Lisa's bed, with her husband! He rolled over.  I thought he was waking up again and... and I knew that if he woke up, I, we, we'd... we'd be there for the rest of the morning... you know... " Her voice trailed off without completing the sentence.

"Screwing? And that's what upset you?"

"No.  Yes!  Oh... damn!  Part of me wanted to stay."

"Okay.  And the other part?"

"Sam," she said in a low whisper, "we should have waited."

"Until seven?"

"Yes."

"Then what?"  She didn't answer.  "What would've been different if you waited until seven?  If you waited until seven, would you have stayed all morning with Bill?"

"I don't know...  Maybe...   But we didn't wait."

"And that's what really bothers you?"

"Yes.  I feel as though I cheated on you."

I put my hand on her thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze.  She seemed comforted by that.  I rubbed her thigh and said, "Okay.  Look, as I see it, once we had all decided on the swap, what difference did it really matter what time it was?"

"We should've waited."

"Okay, let's explore that.  Why didn't you wait?"

"I tried.  I really did, but..."

"Tell me about you taking your top off."

"I didn't!  It wasn't like that...  Bill came up behind me and cupped my breasts."  Now that was something Bill had left out.  "I got away and blurted out the first thing that popped into my head.  I said he had to follow the hot tub rule.  You know, look but don't touch.  We talked and then he untied my top. I told him 'no', but he said if he had to follow the hot tub rule, then so did I, or something to that effect.  He said, 'I get to look.'  That made sense to me, sort of, so I gave him my top.

"Next thing I knew, he was stripping off all his clothes.  He said that I was naked, so he could be naked too.  I turned away to get my drink.  He then comes up behind me again and hugs me and begins kissing the back of my neck and rubbing his cock against me.  He was hard."

Sliding my hand slid further up her dress I asked,  "You didn't stop him?" 

"No...  I should of...  I guess."  She was looking down at the floor, but her breasts were now noticeably heaving.  "Then he pulled my thong off.  I told him to give it back, but he..."

By this time my hand had brushed across her panty crotch.  "Your panties are wet," I observed.  Jan was suddenly speechless, as if her arousal was something to be ashamed of.  Though looking directly at me, her eyes, had a far away look about them.

"Go on," I said as I pulled her panties down off her hips.  "Bill had pulled your thong off."

"I, he, I, I held my, my hands out, and...ohhh!"

"Did that really excite you?" I said as my fingers traveled freely through her well‑lubricated valley.

"Yesss," she hissed.

"So you let him feel you up and play with your pussy."

"Miss Kitty he called it," she said huskily as my fingers worked over her cunt.

"And you got all hot and worked up.  You wanted him to fuck you?"

"Yes," she panted.  Suddenly she grabbed at my belt, roughly unbuckling it.  Yanking at the fly, she ripped the button off.   "Oh god, Sam!" she gasped. "Love me, baby!  Love me!"

I grabbed the helm of her dress and pulled it over her head, but not so far as to free her arms and hands.  Because of the thin spaghetti straps of that particular dress, she wasn't wearing a bra. Seeing her stretched out, ready to be ravished, sent me into my own lustful frenzy.  Her perky nipples, excitedly puckered with passion, nipples that had been last suckled by my best friend, stood proud upon the firm mound of her breasts.  Diving in, I tongue lashed and voraciously sucked at her aroused teats while struggling with the jammed zipper of my shorts with my free hand. 

I tugged and pulled at the stupid zipper for what seemed to be several minutes until at last, it audibly came apart.  By the time I got my erect cock free, Janet was climbing the walls, her hips pumping up to meet the cock that wasn't there just yet. 

With my dick finally free, I released her tit from my mouth, slid over her and entered, pumping into her furiously, giving her a good hard fucking from start to finish.  The lovemaking certainly had an urgent quality to it.  She desperately needed to feel me cumming in her cunt.  Me, I needed to feel her rippling cunt muscles squeezing the love juice from me.  It wasn't prolonged, it wasn't elegant, it was primal, man and woman, reasserting their love and passion for each other, culminating in a most satisfactory climax for the both of us.

Basking in the afterglow of a good cum, I didn't have presence of mind to roll off, instead I laid upon her petite body with my full weight.  "Sam.  Sam," I heard her softly calling.  "Sam, you're crushing me, baby."

"Oh!  Sorry!"

"That's okay, hon... ughn!"

With my shorts still down around my ankles, I wasn't particularly graceful when I dismounted, managing transfer most of my weight to the one arm that was across her chest.  "Oh! Sorry, Babe!"  Unfortunately, poor Jan didn't have enough breath left in her lungs to even grunt.

When she did get her breath back, she asked, "You trying to kill me?"

"No, baby, I... sorry.  You okay?"

"Yes, Sam and you don't have to be sorry.  Not after a wonderful loving like that."

"Uh, okay."  The conversation trailed off in a flurry of mutual lip sucking while Jan freed her arms from her dress and I freed my ankles of my shorts and boxers.

That had been the first time in many, many years that we had gotten it on without already being totally naked. Ever since we were first married, I had insisted that we always sleep in the buff, whether that be at home, her parents, my parents or in the home of a friend.  I can't even remember the last time I fumbled with those devilish hooks on the back of her bra.  And here we were, both recovering from a great climax with me still in my shirt and Jan still wearing her sandals.

I was getting in some overtime play with her tits and Jan was diddling with my dong, trying to coax it into a renewed erection, when the phone rang.  I was content to just let the damned thing ring, but Jan couldn't resist discovering who it was.  Like a moth attracted to a light, she abandoned her efforts with my slowly awakening cock to answer the call.

"Hi, Lisa!... Not much, just talking with Sam... Dinner?  Hmmm, I suppose.... Okay...When do you...? Well, okay, we'll be over in a few minutes.  What should I bring?  You sure?  Maybe I could whip up... Okay.  Well, how about a bottle of wine?  Two bottles?  Sure.  Red or white?... Okay.  You sure you don't want me to... okay.  We'll see you guys in a few minutes."     

Guess I'll never figure that woman out.  She never once looked my way the entire time she was talking to Lisa.  If she had, she would have seen me shaking my head, 'no'.  We had better things to do.  Besides, the last thing I thought she would want to do tonight was to get together with Bill and Lisa. After all, I was under the impression that at the very least, she was having major regrets for the girls' Friday night escapade.   Go figure.

"I thought you were upset?" I ventured.

"You forgive me?"

"Look, I had a wonderful time with Lisa.  You had a good time with Bill.  Right?... We all decided, one way or the other that we'd... do it.  Personally, I'd like to do it again sometime... provided we're all in agreement before hand.  But no more tricky games or anything that could be construed as tricky!  We'll be straightforward with each other.  If we all want to swap, we'll swap.  Okay?  It's not like either of you girls can get knocked up.

"Now, do I forgive you?  Jan, there's nothing to forgive, except for getting a little ahead of schedule.  Frankly in the grand scheme of things, what difference does an hour make?"

"Thank you, Baby.  I was so worried that I might lose you.  Losing you, that's one thing I never want to happen."

"You're stuck with me Jan.  Now c'mere."

"They're waiting for us."

"So?  Let them wait."

"Sam!  I told Lisa we'd be right over.  Bill's already put the steaks on the grill.  Now, put your pants back on and get a fresh shirt."  Jan grabbed her sundress and headed off to do a quick primp, leaving me holding myself on the sofa.

Ten minutes later, I sat on the sofa clad in a new pair of shorts and a fresh shirt, barefoot as it didn't seem necessary to wear shoes of any sort for a casual dinner with Bill and Lisa.  Cobwebs began to attach me to the furniture.  "I thought you said we had to hurry," I called out.

Jan's soft voice floated down the hallway, "Be there in a minute!"

Five minutes later, she appeared wearing the same sundress she had on earlier, with a neat coiffure and a freshly painted face.  Actually she didn't look all that much different than fifteen minutes ago, except her hair wasn't mussed and she was dressed.

"Where are your shoes?" she asked in full mommy-mode.

"I don't need any shoes," I replied tersely.

"Sam, go put..."

"No!  I'm fine.  Let's go."

"Get two bottles of red."

"Shiraz?"

"Whatever, Sam.  Just get it, you're making us late!"

I'm making us late? I didn't argue.  What would be the point?   With a bottle of Shiraz in each hand, I led the way to our good friends' and neighbors' home, cutting through the backyard.

One glance at Bill and knew I was overdressed.  He too was barefoot, but shirtless also.  Thankfully he had swimming trunks on.  Lisa had her white thong bikini on, the one she wore to entertain me the night before, except she also sported a white sarong made from a gossamer‑like material that offered a very good view of what lay underneath.

"It's about time you got your sorry ass over here," greeted Bill with a grin.

"What can I say?  We got delayed," I replied.

"Crisis over?"

"Yeah, I guess,." I replied.

"Help yourself to a brew unless you want something stronger."

"Beer's fine," I replied as reviewed the selection in an icy tub.

From behind me I heard Bill's voice, "How about you, Doll?  Can I get you something?"

There was no answer.  I turned and saw that Bill had Jan in a lip lock, one hand squeezing her ass while the other roamed across her back.  Breaking his embrace with my wife, he declared, "Ooooweee!  That's my kinda woman... braless and no panties!"

Immediately Jan turned a bright shade of red while Lisa castigated him for embarrassing her.  Amused with himself, Bill turned to the manly task of putting the steaks on. 

Disregarding the open groping of my wife, it was much like many Sunday dinners before.  The girls went off to yak it up while Bill and I swilled beer and watched the steaks burn, except that there was an air of expectation about.  Expectation... that's not quite right.  That implies a degree of subtlety, and as always, Bill was somewhat less than subtle.

"You guys want to mix it up again tonight?"

"I don't know.  Jan's kind of... uh, moody.  I just got her settled down, and I..."

"What's her problem?"

"She feels guilty.  I told you that there was a problem."

"Yeah, but she seems to be over it."

"Maybe, but..."

"Relax, Sam, she's fine.  Damned near drove her tongue down my throat when I rubbed her ass."  He paused to play with the sizzling meat.  "Hey, we won't make it an all nighter.  I gotta work manana.  How 'bout you?"

"Uh, oh yeah.  A week on the road and now I'm behind at the office."

"Wanna play a round of golf this week?  Say, Wednesday afternoon?"

The change of subjects caught me unawares.  How do you mentally, in a single bound, go from discussing a wife swap to golf? All this time I thought it was Jan's specialty to deliver me a disorienting whiplash while I tried to follow her train of thought, but Bill was right up there with her. 

"Look, golf's fine, but I don't know about..."

"How do you like Lisa's outfit?  Gives me a freaking hard‑on.  You know, she's wearing that for you... Shameless hussy wants another go at your pecker," he laughed.  "Oh, here they come."

I turned to see the girls bringing out plates and bowls of food. As they completed the finishing touches to the patio table, I got a good look at Lisa.  She did look stunning in her see‑through outfit.  Gave me a hard‑on too.  Then they approached us.  Once they were close, Lisa's radiant smile turned to a frown.  A fraction of a second later, she flung her glass of wine into Bill face!

"Hey!  Hey! What the hell?  Stop! Damn it, stop!" protested Bill as he warded off a flurry of slaps to his head. "Damn it!  I said stop!"  Bill took a few steps back and made a little distance between himself and his fuming wife.

"Jesus, woman!  What's got into you?"

"You, you big oaf!"

"What?  What did I do?"

"You know damned good and well what you did!"

With wine dripping down his chest, Bill held up his hands in front of him.  "Gimme a hint!"

"Friday night!  You made her!  You made Jan..."

"I didn't make her!  Yeah, I fucked her!  That's no secret!  We all know that.  And she fucked me.  That was the idea, wasn't it?"

"But, you didn't wait!"

"Wait for what?  A message from Zeus?  A directive from the White House?  It was pretty damned clear what you two ladies had in mind."

"You were supposed to wait until seven."

"What's that got to do with it?  She wanted it, I wanted it, you wanted and Sam wanted it.  Am I not right?  We were in agreement!...  Damn!  I knew you'd come up some frigging bullshit!  Look, I made damned sure that I got it right!  Remember?  I asked you point blank.  We were talking about a night of fornication! Recreational fornication... remember? Then, before you left the house to go screw Sam, I told you I wasn't waiting!"

"The rules were we'd wait until seven... in case someone changed their mind."

"Did anybody change their mind?  No! Nobody changed their mind!  I wasn't calling!  You didn't call.  Sam didn't call."

"What about Jan?  You didn't give her a chance..."

"I did too, but she was too busy bouncing on my cock!  Jesus!"

The roaring conflagration that was consuming everything on the grill diverted Bill's attention.  "Damn it!  Now look what you did! You're making me burn the steaks!"

Bill deftly moved the meat to one side and turned the gas off.  "Guess they're ready.  Hope everyone likes well‑done," he grumbled.

We moved to the patio table where an uneasy peace prevailed between Lisa and Bill.  Contrary to Bill's fears, the steaks weren't too overcooked.

"Look, what done is done," I remarked as I savored a piece of meat.  "We're all adults and we all made the same decision.  Hell, I agree with Bill.  Really, what difference does a few minutes make? We all had a wonderful evening, so let's not spoil it by splitting hairs."

"I'll drink to that!" chimed in Bill.

"As I see it," I continued, "the problem was we hadn't all discussed it previously.  You two may have, but Jan and I... we talked, but we hadn't made that decision together.  We made the decision separately, and that was the problem.  Jan felt guilty when she and Bill didn't follow the rules..."

"Rules?  Rules to screw?  No more stupid rules!" glowered Bill. "From now on it's buck naked in the hot tub!  That's the new rule!"

Blowing off the interruption, I trudged on.  "As I see it, basically we have two choices.  We can accept what happened Friday night as a one‑time affair and move on, never to venture there again..."

"I don't like that idea," declared Bill.  "It won't work."

"Oh, it would work, alright," shot Lisa.  "It'd work or I'll cut your balls off!"

"Like I said," I continued, "we have two choices.  The other choice is to..."

"Do it again!" interrupted Bill.  "Yeah!  I vote we do it again!"

"Bill!"

"Stop hitting me, woman!  Jesus, that's what you want too, Lisa.  You already said so."

"Look," I began again, "it will have to be an unanimous choice.  There can't be any morning‑after recriminations or regrets."

"I vote we do it!" declared Bill.  "So does Lisa!  How about you, Jan?"

Jan looked down at her glass of wine and then up at me with a faint smile on her face.

"We can't let something like this tear apart our marriages or our friendship," I declared, "so we have to come to an understanding.  All of us.  For one thing, we can't violate our mutual trust."

"What in the hell are you talking about, Sam?" queried Bill.

"I mean, we can't be doing it behind our backs."

"Doing it behind our backs?  I'd like to see you do that, Sam.  Sounds kind of kinky."

"Bill!" admonished his wife.  "This is nothing to joke about!"

I forged ahead.  "I mean, we don't do it alone."

"I'd rather do it with Jan!" Bill quipped jovially.

"Bill! Quit being a horse's ass!  You're making this difficult!" chastised his wife.

"Hey, I'm just stating my preferences, Lisa.  Hell, I don't want to do it alone.  Did that all through high school."

"God, you can be such a jerk sometimes!"

"Okay, admit it, I still jerk off sometimes," he quipped. "Is that a crime?" For that one, Bill received a kick under the table.

"Just shut up, Bill.  Let Sam finish, for God's sake."

"Hey, I'm..."

"Shut up, Bill!"

An awkward silence fell over the table.  Lisa, somewhat confident that Bill would keep his mouth shut for a few minutes turned to me, "You were saying, Sam?"

By that time I had lost my train of thought and was loathe to go on.  I muttered, "Fuck it," in frustration.

"No, please, go on," urged Lisa with a warm smile and unmistakable twinkle in her eye.  "This is important."

"Yeah, she wants what's in your pants again."

"Bill!"

"Owww!  Don't kick me!"

"Then shut up will you?"

I took a sip of my beer and tried to regroup my thoughts.  "What I was saying was, if we decide to do it again, we have to have an understanding, some rules..."

"Fucking rules," mumbled Bill.  "We gotta have rules to fuck?"  Under Lisa's withering glare, a sheepish expression came over him and mercifully he fell silent.

"We only do it under full knowledge of each other.  In other words, we don't sneak off for a solo quickie.  If we do it, we do it together."

"You want to watch me do her?" asked Bill.  "Okay by me!"

Lisa pinched his arm.  "He means he won't sneaking over behind your back or behind Jan's back.  It also means you won't sneaking behind my back or behind Sam's back."

"Hey, I wouldn't do that."

"You had better not, mister.  Not if you want to keep your privates!"

"Okay, okay.  I'm very fond of Willy and the boys."  Bill looked over at me with serious look.  "Look, in all seriousness, let me get this straight... so there are no misunderstandings.  We swing as couples or we don't swing at all."

"Yes," I answered. 

"Hell, that's simple enough," stated Bill.  "Why didn't you just say so?"

"I..."

"How about it, Jan? Wanna have some more fun?" he asked my wife. Jan remained peculiarly silent. 

Lisa rose from her chair and moved in behind me.  Stroking my head, she purred, "That sounds like a good plan to me." 

Jan looked over at me and then up at Lisa.  She smiled, but didn't say a word.  Suddenly and quite unexpectedly, Lisa's top dropped into my lap.  Moments later, my neck was surrounded by the soft warm flesh of her breasts.

Through the glass tabletop, I could see Bill slide his hand up my wife's dress.  Jan closed her eyes and bit her lower lip.  "How about it, Jan?"  he asked again. "Wanna do the mattress mambo with me again?"

Her head bobbed. 

"Is that a yes?" he softly asked.

That's when she slumped over in her chair.  Passed out cold.  Janet never was much of a drinker, but the combination of a few glasses of wine with the migraine meds she'd taken earlier really did her in.  Much to everyone's disappointment, the evening was over.

Bill helped me carry her home and put her to bed.  He helped me with her sundress.  Bill had been right, no bra or panties.  I let him do the honors of removing her shoes and ogle, but we left it at that.

"Is she going to be okay?" Bill asked with genuine concern.

"Yeah.  I guess.  I'll have watch her tonight."

"Okay, good buddy.  If you need anything, just give us a call."

"Thanks, Bill.  Sorry about this."

"Hey, maybe next weekend."

"Who knows?  I don't think she heard or understood a word of what we were saying."

"Well, you two talk it over and get it straight.  I think you know how Lisa and I feel about it."

"Can't make any promises."

"I know," he replied with a sigh.  "You still good for golf Wednesday?"

PART 3 – A WELL LAID PLAN

 

"How's the party girl?" asked Lisa flippantly as she walked into our bedroom.  I turned to tell her that Janet seemed okay, but before I had the chance, she saw my wife ungracefully sprawled out naked on the bed.

"She's naked!" she exclaimed.  "What are you two perverts doing?  Bill!  For heavens sake, give her some privacy!"

"Nothing I haven't seen before," replied Bill with a grin as he broke his leering gaze.

"Sam, I'm surprised at you!  How..."

"It's okay, Lisa.  It's okay.  She's passed out.  Jeez, I don't know what you're thinking, but we haven't done anything to her.  We just made her comfortable.  We were..."

"Okay, Sam.  I just don't want Bill to get any big ideas that he'd regret," she said sourly.

"Hey, I don't regret a damn thing," answered Bill with unconcealed irritation at his wife's veiled accusation.  "I haven't touched her!  Just what the hell do you think I am?"

"Sorry, babe, I didn't mean..."

"You did too!"

Lisa dropped all semblance of penitence and snapped, "Oh, don't give me that 'I'm offended' crap!  Just keep your hands off of her!"

"I'm not going to touch her!" Bill yelled.  Then with contrition in his voice he added, "Wouldn't be right."

"Glad you see it that way," answered Lisa evenly.

Turning her attention from her husband, Lisa chastised us both,  "Could you guys have at least covered her up?"

"We were going to do that," replied a smirking Bill.

Not bothering to reply to her husband, Lisa pulled the covers over my wife's nude body. 

"Okay, Sam," said Lisa nodding towards Jan, "what's with her?"

"She was upset yesterday.  The migranes started again, so she got a new prescription filled."

"She hasn't had those headaches in over a year."

"I feel for her," interjected Bill. "You guys have never had one those headaches from hell.  Let me tell, you don't want to have one.  I know."

"I forgot that she couldn't have any booze with the meds.  Knocks her out."

"She hardly touched her glass of wine," observed Lisa.

"Yeah, but she had two glasses of white, before we came over.  Just like before, after an hour or so, it hit her."

"Poor dear," waxed Lisa with genuine compassion.

"What about me?" ventured Bill.

"What about you?"

"I was all ready to..."

"Bill!   Drop it!" scolded his wife.  Turning back to me she said, "If she was that upset, she should have come to me.  We would have talked it through...  Why didn't you talk to her, Sam?"

"She wouldn't talk to me.  Not until late this afternoon.  We talked it out... at least I thought we did."

"You did.  She told me in the kitchen what was bothering her.  She was afraid of losing you... No thanks to lughead."

"Hey, I'm sorry," pleaded Bill calmly and with a degree of unction, "I got carried away.  I jumped the gun, but I didn't force her to do anything she wasn't ready to do."

"Save it for your priest," coldly replied Lisa.

Diverting a martial squabble I asked, "Did she tell you anything else?"

"Yes.  That you love her and that she knows you love her."

"Anything else?"

"Yes.  She said that she had fun.  That Bill was... is a good lover."

"See!  I told you she'd enjoyed herself!" interjected Bill with a smug look.  "Did she say she wanted to do it again?"

Lisa thought for a moment.  "I shouldn't speak for her, but she did say that if Sam was okay with it, then she was okay with it."

"Hot damn!" exclaimed Bill rubbing his hands.  "How about it, buddy?  Wanna do it again?"  Not waiting for my reply he added gleefully, "That's a stupid question! Yeah, you wanna do it!"

"Uh, I need to talk to Jan about it," I replied still unsure of what Jan was really thinking.

"You already talked to her, Sam.  What's there to discuss?  You're for it, Lisa's for it, I'm for it and Jan's for it.  That makes it unanimous! Four to zip... we fuck!" 

Bill's celebratory expression faded.  "There is one thing though; we need to keep this to ourselves.  I've been thinking about this, and... Well, for one thing, I don't want to spend the rest of my life worrying whether or not I need to use a condom every time I screw my wife."

"Bill!" responded Lisa indignantly.

"No, seriously.  We're all clean, so long as it's a two‑way street, I don't mind you having some fun with Sam, honey, but... let's not let this thing get out of hand.  I don't want you getting some idea that you can, uh, sleep around."

"Bill!  You son‑of‑a‑bitch! You think I've been..."

"Sweetums, I didn't mean it like that!  Honestly.  I didn't mean to imply that I think you're, uh, getting a little extra on the side.  Fuck, that didn't come out just right either!  Look, let's face it, things have changed.  It's just that we can't put each other at risk by sleeping around.  That goes for all of us.  So let's keep this just between the four of us. 

"Another thing," Bill continued, "we need to keep quiet about this.  I don't know about your clients, Sam, but some of mine will take a very dim view of this sort of thing."

At that moment I was staring at Lisa's incredible knockers, soaking up her voluptuous display.  She had wrapped her see‑through wrap around her torso.  Her body was covered, but not covered.  I must admit, there didn't seem to be anything that needed further discussion.  Somehow I resisted just blurting out, "Yeah, let's do it," and instead formed the words, "Uh, I really need to talk to Jan."

"Yes, you do," agreed Lisa.  "You need to talk to her, Sam. Tomorrow, totally sober, she might not feel the same way."

"Yeah, that's right," I reflected.  "Look, how about if we just call it a night."

Bill and Lisa found their way out with Lisa leading Bill by the hand as if he were a little kid.  Moving to Janet's side to check up on her, I heard the backdoor slam.   Janet seemed okay; her breathing was even and normal.  I sat at the edge of the bed, staring off in space, thinking, but not really having any cognizant thoughts.  Then it hit me.  We had come very close to repeating the same mistake that had caused all this trouble.  What if Jan was really troubled by what had happened?  After all, this sort of thing was out of character for her.  What if I had pushed her to screw Bill again, just so that I could screw Lisa?  What then?   Deep down, would she feel betrayed?  Shit!  Why is that I find the way to her true feelings so veiled, so opaque at times? 

It was early evening, very early, but I undressed and crawled into bed with her.  With the twilight still illuminating the room, I snuggled into her, the way she loved to be snuggled even though she had no idea that I was even there. I lay there for some time, holding my wife, my love, the mother of my children, my life partner and playful playmate, thinking of all the awful ramifications that we may have unleashed. It really wasn't a decision, but I reaffirmed that she was the most important thing in my life.  If Friday night was to be a one‑time affair, then so be it.  The pleasure of having another bounce with Lisa just wasn't worth it, not if Jan was hurt.

It was a fitful night's rest for me.  For Jan's part, she slept soundly through the night.  I rose at the crack of dawn, much earlier than usual.  The coffee was nearly made, when Jan, wrapped in a robe, shuffled into the kitchen.

"You're up early," she commented still groggy and not fully awake.

"Went to bed early last night," I replied.

"Oh...  Last night...  What happened to last night?  We were at Lisa's... Did I... pass out?"

"Yeah, you passed out."

"Oh, Sam!  I so sorry!"

"You don't need to be sorry."

"I guess I ruined everyone's evening."

"That's not important."

"But it is important."

"No, it's not," I countered.  "What's important to me is you."

"Did I make a fool of myself?  Oh gawd, did I..."

"No, you just passed out.  It was the meds and wine, I guess.  I brought you home."  She looked unsure of herself, not surprising considering that she couldn't remember much about the night before.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" I offered helpfully.

"Thanks."  She took the cup from my hand and sat at the kitchen table.  Silently, she sipped the coffee.  After a few moments, she looked up at me.  "Did I... you know..."

"Know what?"

"You know... do anything?"

"Sexual?  No.  Nothing happened."

She looked down into her cup, as if she were studying it.  A long silence ensued.  Eventually, she looked up and declared, "I'm sorry I ruined your evening."

"I told you, you didn't ruin..."

"But I did!  I know you wanted to... to get together with Lisa again.  And Bill... Bill wanted to... you know, get together with me."

"That doesn't matter.  What matters is what you want."  I fumbled about, trying to formulate my thoughts and put them into the right words.  "Tell you what.  Let's you and me pack up a lunch and go out to the lake house for the day."

"But you have to work."

"The hell with it!  I'll call in.  Take a day off.  We need to talk, really talk.  The company won't collapse if I'm not there today."

"We can talk here."

"I don't want anybody intruding in on us."

"Who would intrude?"

"Lisa."

"Oh...  Okay Sam.  If that's what you want to do, but it's really not necessary."

"Not necessary?  On that point, I couldn't disagree with you more.  In my opinion, it's absolutely necessary."

Two hours later, we were sitting on the boat dock, looking out over the glass‑smooth water, basking in the cool morning sun.  The only sounds were from the birds; they seemed to be especially happy this morning.  And why not?  It was a beautiful morning... no ski boats, no bass boats, no jet skis, no children hooting it up, no sounds at all except for the bird calls and the occasional splash of a fish feeding at the surface.  I loved weekday mornings like this, mornings when there was no one else around.

As soon as we arrived we had changed into our lake clothes, me in a faded and torn pair of swimming trunks, and Janet in a relatively modest blue string bikini that had belonged to our daughter. 

"Couldn't you find a nicer swim suit?  I know you have better ones than that," she chided.

"What's wrong with this one?"

"Honestly, Sam!  I'm going to throw that old rag away before we leave today."

We chatted for some time, talking about nothing of importance.  Having procrastinated enough, I broached the subject.

"The migraines.  You were so upset that it brought on a migraine? 

"I was worried.  Worried sick.  Worried that you hated me."

"I don't hate you.  I love you very much.  I'm worried though, about you."

"I'm okay."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Sam.  But because of what I did, I just knew that once you found out, that you wouldn't love me anymore.  I couldn't face that."  A wane smile came upon her lips. "When I woke up with Bill, I went to the kitchen and checked the Caller‑ID.  Sam, I know you called... and I... Oh god, I feel sick to my stomach."

"I didn't call to call it off, if that's what you think.  I just wanted to be sure that you wanted to do it too."

The conversation went on like that for quite some time, with her professing that she was worried that I might not love her anymore and me reassuring her that no matter what, she was the center of my very existence.  Painstakingly, we worked through the trust issue.  Then came the discussion of sex.

"Jan, you must be totally candid with me about this.  You know, throughout our marriage and even before, the only time we have ever had a problem, any problem at all, was when we miscommunicated with each other."  (God, I can't believe I actually said that!)  "So, tell me what it is that you want.  Don't make me guess.  Be clear about it."

"I want you to be happy, Sam," she replied tenderly.

"Okay, I'll accept that, but that's not really telling me anything."

"Yes, it is."

"I said, I'll accept that!"

"Don't get testy, Sam.  Somebody might hear you."

"Who?  There's nobody here but us!"

"Well, there might be, so lower your voice, please."

"Well, there's not... Look, let me ask you flat out.  Do you want to do it again?"

"Do you?  Yesterday, you said you wanted to."

"I'm asking you, Jan."

"If you want to."

"We're not talking about what I want."

"Yes we are.  Sam, all I want is for you to be happy.  If you want to do it again..."

Exasperated, I blurted out, "Jan, what do YOU want!"

"I told you... Look, it's sort of like this... one day you're a virgin and the next you're not.  After that, there's no way you can go back to being a virgin."

"What in the hell's that supposed to mean?"

"You're making this difficult, Sam.  You know exactly what I mean.  I slept with Bill.  You slept with Lisa.  Who is kidding who?"

"Do you want to sleep with Bill again?"

"Do you want to sleep with Lisa?  Yes!  Yes, you do!  She's very attractive, and Bill... Bill's attractive too.  So if you want to do it with them again... okay."

I surmised through all this murkiness, that the only reason she would do it again was because I wanted to do it.  That's fine on the surface, but... damn, why can't she just be straightforward with me?  She would do it because I wanted to do it?  That smelled of a trap. Did that mean that if it was up to her, we wouldn't?

Mulling over that last question, I made a decision.  I decided right then and there that last Friday night's games would be a one‑time affair.  "Okay, we won't do it again."

Jan reacted with surprise. "Sam, are you sure?"

"Yes.  I'll tell Bill and Lisa that... Fuck!  What do I tell them?  It was fun, but... no thanks?  Yeah, why not?  They'll understand.  It was a one‑time deal!  Subject closed!"

I looked over at Janet, her eyes were sparkling with laughter, laughter at my somewhat sophomoric proclamation.  She cocked her head and leaned back, making her breasts seem larger than they were, giving me that come‑hither look. "Okay.  That's fine with me.  Whatever you want, Babe." 

At that moment, she was definitely the most desirable creature I had ever laid eyes upon.  "You know what I really want?"

"What?"

"I want to fuck you!  Right here!  Right now!"

Janet squealed as I pounced upon her, ripping away her bikini top.

"Sam!  No!  No!  Not here!  Oh god!  They can see us!"

"Fuck 'em!" I snarled as I pulled her bottoms off, discarding them over the side and into the drink.

"Sam! No!"

Holding her hands outstretched above her head with one hand, I stripped off my trunks with the other.  I ignored her protests, taking her forcibly on the dock, vigorously pumping my cock into her pussy, her legs flailing about in the air.  The frenetic fucking quickly brought me to the edge.  Not wanting to end the moment too soon, I pulled out, letting my glistening cock cool off for a moment.  As soon as my impending orgasm had waned, I eased back into her now sopping wet pussy, fucking her slowly and leisurely, making certain that she was enjoying it as much as I was.

Through the years we had copulated out here on numerous occasions, but always at night with no moon and after the kids were all asleep. It was always a sizzling fuck doing out in the open where we might be observed.  Today was no exception.  Fucking out on the dock in broad daylight, Jan was as hot and bothered as I was.

A change of positions was called for.  I got her up on her hands and knees and took her doggie‑style.  Grabbing a handful of her blonde hair, I pulled her head back, forcing her to arch her back as I fucked her.

"Sam! Sam!" she whispered.  "Sam!!! He's watching us, Sam."

"Wha?"  My attention had been totally riveted upon the glimmering bead of sweat forming along her spine, the wonderfully erotic quaking motion of her buttocks as I slammed into her and the ever enjoyable feel of my cock sliding in her wonderfully responsive and accommodating pussy. 

Looking up, I saw our audience.  About twenty‑five yards away on the next dock was Lester, an old black guy who tended the grass of all of the surrounding lake houses including ours.  He had a cane pole and had apparently come out to catch some catfish.  The gold of his capped teeth glinted in the sunlight as he smiled broadly.  It was evident that Lester wasn't particularly offended by what we were doing. 

I guess Jan figured I'd stop after being discovered.  Once I withdrew my cock, she struggled to get up.  Instead, I held her in position with her hair, took my free hand, lubed up my fingers with her pussy and plunged my cock back into her. 

"Oh, gawd!" she moaned as I wormed a finger up her butt as I banged her. A few dozen finger thrusts later, Jan squealed loudly, the walls of her cunt clamping down hard on my cock.  That did it.  Looking the grinning old man in the eye, I came in my wife, grunting loudly as I ejaculated. 

It took a few moments for my lust‑addled brain to start working again.  I stood and gazed upon my freshly fucked wife who was lying on the pier and starting to get up.  Lester exclaimed, "Lordy, lordy, Mister Sam!  Fo' white folks, yo and Miss Jan sho' knows hows ta git it on!  Damn!  Dat's hot!"

Pleased with the sincere compliment, and not quite clearly thinking yet, I pulled Jan up to stand.  Hugging her from behind, I reached around and fondled her breasts for Lester's entertainment, rolling her perky sensitive nipples between my fingers. 

This was a variation of a favorite of mine.  Standing before the wall mirror over our garden tub, I would tweak her cherry sized aureoles and torment her nipples until she came.  Only this time it wasn't us watching us, it was Lester watching. 

The nipple action quickly brought on its usual effect.  In her elevated lustful state, her hips were gyrating erotically.  Removing one hand from a teat, I used the free hand to grasp her under a thigh and lift her leg, lewdly displaying her freshly fucked snatch.

At this point in our private game, there were three options to entertain the voyeurs in the mirror.  Crouch down and run my dick up her snatch, or two, have her play with herself, or three, if she was already loosened up and slippery, run my cock up her ass while she frigged herself to another orgasm.

Having just cum, my organ wasn't up for either options one or three.  "Play with yourself," I whispered into her ear. 

"Nooooo," she weakly protested.

"I said, play with yourself."

Jan emphatically replied, " No!" and twisted away from me.  Standing about in a daze, she ran her hands across her face momentarily before stooping to pick up the ruined top to her bikini.  She studied it briefly, trying to figure out how to put it back on.  Ripped as it was, it was totally inadequate to give her even a modicum of modesty.   Unsure of what to do, she just stood about in all her glory. 

"Yo sho' is purdy, Miss Jan," declared Lester.  "Yo a sight fo' sore eyes, that's fo' sho'!"

Collecting herself, she stammered, "Uh, thank you, Lester." 

"No, ma'am, Ahs the one ta give thanks!"

Blushing furiously, Jan calmly strode nude up the dock and then broke into a run for the lake house. 

"Damn!" exclaimed Lester as he followed my wife's jiggling buttocks all the way to the house.  "Dat's one fine, hot woman, Mister Sam.  Mighty fine!  Mighty fine fo'sho'!"

By now I too had recovered my senses enough to know that I also needed to get inside.  Looking around the dock, I couldn't find my swim trunks.

"Da's in da water, Mister Sam," said Lester, helpfully pointing to the lake.  "Ah seens dem fall in when yo put it to her.  Ahs sorry ah watched yo, Mister Sam," he said with a sheepish look.  His eyes brightened and smile spread across the entire width of his black face, "But, damn... tha's some fine, fine fuckin'!"

"Uh, it's okay, Lester.  No harm done.  Should've gone inside, I guess...  Well... good luck with the fishing."

Lester laughed, "Ahs gots the good luck today!   Dat's fo'sho'! 

"T'ain't nobody out here today, so if yo and Missy wanna, ya know, out here.  Ah'll jus' watch mah fishin'."

Heading into the lake house to join my blushing bride, I took furtive glances sideways to see if anyone else was watching.  Thankfully, Lester was our only obvious observer.

"Sam!  You're bad, bad, bad!  My god!  He was watching us!  You let him watch!  Watch while we..."

"Made his day, didn't we?" I laughed nervously knowing full well what a lewd spectacle I had made of us.

"And you wanted me to finger myself for him!" she replied with indignation.

"I got kind of carried away.  You must admit, that would have given him something to talk about!"

"He has plenty to talk about already!  God, everyone's going to hear about it."

"What?  That he saw a man and his wife during an intimate moment."

"Intimate?  You raped me!"

"Didn't hear you say, 'no'."

"I did too!" she pouted as she struck at me playfully.

"Well, I think I might have to rape you again," I said whimsically.

"Promise?" she asked in a voice smoldering with lust.

Grabbing her by the wrists and holding her hands behind her back, I ground my semi‑erect cock into her stomach.  "We got all day, baby.  All day."

Rummaging around my dresser, I found the cock strap that I kept for those rainy days when we were out here alone.  By the time we got home that night, it was late.  That day, we had some of the best sex we had ever had, both earlier on the dock and later in the lake house.  Both of us were exhausted.  It would be days before our libidos demanded satisfaction again.

*****

That evening I saw Bill.  He waved me over for a beer.  Lisa, provocatively in her birthday suit and nothing else, waved at me from her lounge chair by the pool.

"Well, what's it gonna be?" he asked with barely concealed gleeful anticipation.

"What's going to be what?" I replied knowing full well what he was getting at and dreading having to tell him.

"Did you talk to Jan?"

"Yes."

"Well?"

"Uh, well, it's like this, Bill.  We're, uh, not going to do that anymore."

There was a silence.  "What?"

"You heard me.  We decided that once was enough."

"Bull shit," he snorted.  I didn't reply, I sort of looked away.  "You shitting me?...  Fucker, tell me you're shitting me."

"I'm serious, Bill.  No more swapping.  We go back to..."

I didn't finish my sentence as he just exclaimed, "Aw, fuck!" turned his back and walked away mumbling and gesturing to the sky.

*****

On Tuesday, just to reassure Jan that I was cool with everything that had happened Friday night and to reaffirm that I loved her unconditionally, I located a turquoise T‑bird at a Ford dealership.  Coming home early, I surprised her with it.  She was surprised alright.  Her look of astonishment and total joy said it all.  Hell, I could afford it, so why not?  She deserved it. 

Lisa came over immediately and the two women oo'ed and ah'ed over the gleaming two‑seater.  Jan wanted to take a ride immediately, but I really needed to get to the office and dig through the backlog of paperwork that threatened to overwhelm me, so I begged off.  Lisa immediately took the right seat.  As they drove off, I must admit, they looked great tooling about in that open‑air two‑seater.  It was definitely a big change from the old mini‑van and Suburban soccer‑mom‑look.  With my car at the Ford dealer, I took the trusty old minivan and let the two girls just be girls.

*****

Wednesday afternoon, as I had expected, Bill was at the club, ready to play.  The mountain of paperwork on my desk hadn't diminished at the office.  But what the hell, this was business too.  As was normal for these matches, Bill had with him a client of his and I had invited a client of mine. That way it was a legitimate business outing. Only difference was that he was aloof and indifferent towards me.  When I sliced or missed a putt, his normal heckling had a certain listless quality to it.

Then his game turned to shit.   Normally I would have gleefully needled him, but it was obvious that his mind wasn't on the game.  I got him out of earshot of our clients and asked, "What's eating on you?"

"Nothing," he grumbled looking away.

"Bull shit.  I know you too well to buy into a line of your crap, so out with it."  He still wouldn't talk.  "Jesus, is it really bothering you that you're not getting another shot at Jan's pussy?"

"Yeah, sort of.  Damn, she's a hot fuck.  But, I understand.  I guess I understand.  I understand that I don't understand, at all.  What happened?"

"Bill, it's just that we..."

"You don't have to explain, Sam.  Really, it's none of my business.  I know that, it's just..."

"What?  Come on, spit it out."

"The car.  The frigging car," he said somewhat dejectedly.

"What about the car?"

"Well, now Lisa's gonna want a new car and... Christ!  I've two kids in college and one in med school!  Shit, business sucks, and..."

"I didn't mean to put you on the spot."

"I know," he said, "it just hard for me to say "no" to Lisa.  She's been after me for a year to get rid of her old Suburban.  Damn thing craps out every time you turn around."

"Shit, Bill...  Look, just tell her the truth.  You can't afford a new car right now.  Maybe in a few months, but for right now, she'll just have to make do.  End of subject.  She'll understand."

"Oh, she'll understand alright... and give me a ration of shit about it too."

"You want me to talk to Lisa?" I asked.

"No! Look, you stay away from my wife and I'll stay away from your wife."

"You don't have to put it that way, Bill."

"I think that'd be best.  To be blunt, Lisa sure liked your dick, old buddy and I sure liked fucking Jan.  That's what I don't understand.   I assume you enjoyed fucking Lisa, and I know first hand that Jan enjoyed fucking me, so... what's with you two?  Sorry, you really don't have to answer that.  It's just that this is going to be tough.  We should have never started this."

"Hey, guys!" called out Henry.  "We gonna play or our two gonna just gab?"

We played another two holes and while Henry was fruitlessly searching for his ball in the rough, I got Bill off to the side again. 

"There's no way that things can ever be the same," Bill stated bluntly.  "I've been thinking about this since you told me your decision, Monday.  At first, I said, okay... it was a one time deal, maybe in a month or two things will be different and...  Then I realized, yeah, it'll be different, but not better. 

"Sam, we're gonna be handling each other with kid gloves.  There will be no flirting, there'll be no more games in the hot tub or topless swims in the pool at night and there can be more more butt rubbing on the dance floor.  Things are going get strained and uneasy between us.  There will be taboo subjects.  Soon we're going to find that it's easier to avoid each other than to deal with each other.  Before long, one of us will realize we don't need a big house anymore.    Our friendship will wither away."

"Aren't you being a little drastic?"

"No, I don't think so at all.  Oh, I'm sure the girls will exchange Christmas cards... for a while at least.  Now I've already said this... Lisa and I, well, we had fun.  Best fuckings we've had in years.  It was more fun than either of us thought possible.  We haven't discussed it, but I know Lisa.  Just as I'm standing here right now, we'll be looking for other avenues, to uh... you know... shit, I don't know if I want Lisa with some guy I don't know."

*****

Next day, I had a chance to absorb what Bill had said about how our friendship would wither away.  One moment I was convinced he was over blowing the situation, the next, I knew deep down that he was right.  Then I entertained the notion that he was just trying to get me to change my mind.  It became evident to me that the four of needed to sit down and have a talk and the sooner the better.

I was late getting home that night as I had to get caught up at the office.  Jan was busy fixing supper, so I went next door to invite Bill and Lisa over for a heart‑to‑heart.  When I got there no one was at home.

An hour later and after the supper dishes were put away, I telephoned.  I only got the answering machine and I left a message for Bill to call me later that night.  I asked Jan if she'd seen Lisa today.  She said, "No. You know, I haven't seen her all day."  Bill didn't return my call.

*****

Friday rolled around and I made my way home a little early from work.  It was no surprise to find the girls out by my pool, sprawled out face down on sunning mats.  What did surprise me was that modest swimsuits of the past were literally gone.  They weren't completely naked, but almost.  Jan had her yellow thong bottom on and Lisa had her white set of strings on.  Tops were nowhere to be seen.  Gave me an instant hard‑on.

Not wanting to be a perv and lurk about the window spying on them, I boldly made my presence known.  "What a lovely day," I said casually as I approached them.

"Hi, baby," greeted Jan sitting up on her elbows.  "You're home early.  Like my new hairdo?"  Okay, I admit it, I hadn't noticed the new coiffure.

Turning her head towards me, Lisa lifted her sunglasses and welcomed, "Hi, Sam!"

"Uh, can I get anything for you ladies?" I asked gallantly while I gawked without a trace of subtlety.

"Mmmm, could you put some lotion on my back?" sweetly asked my near naked wife.

"Sure, babe," I readily agreed.  I found the bottle of lotion and knelt by my wife's side so that I had a good view of the backside of both women.  Squirting some oil on my palms, I began with Jan's shoulders and worked my way down, paying particular attention to her buttocks before finishing with her legs.  The entire time I rubbed oil into Jan's skin, Lisa watched me with a sly smile.

Finishing the last toes I asked, "How's that?"

"Mmmm, that felt great," purred Jan.  The fun over, I began to stand.

"Would you be a dear, Sam, and do that for me too," asked Lisa with an unmistakably sultry tone.  Jan didn't say a word, leaving me twisting in the wind.

"Uh, I don't know..." I stammered unsure if I should. 

"Oh, Sam!" laughed my wife.  "It's okay, Baby.  You don't want her to burn, do you?"

"Of course not!" I eagerly agreed.  Moving around to Lisa's other side, I knelt down so that I could observe my wife's reactions while I oiled down Lisa's backside.  Again I started at the shoulders and worked my way down, rubbing the oil into her bronzed skin.  With the sunglasses Jan wore, I couldn't see her eyes as she watched my ministrations to her best friend.  When I got to the luscious butt, I decided to err on the side of caution, and bypassed her lovely cheeks in favor of working over her firm upper thighs.

In the back of my mind, way in back, but nonetheless nagging at me, was Bill's statement on the golf course, 'stay away from my wife and I'll stay away from your wife.'  "Uh, when's Bill coming home?" I asked nonchalantly as possible while I fought with myself to keep my hands from getting too close to her crotch.

"We swapped cars and well... he had car trouble," answered Lisa unconcerned.  "He's in Rockford today.  Guess he's stuck.  Doesn't sound like he'll make it home tonight."

"Oh.  That's too bad," I replied somewhat insincerely.

"You missed her butt," Jan pointed out.

"Oh.  Okay."  Having been given the green light, I took my pleasure in kneading Lisa's pliant ass flesh. Applying the oil, my eyes constantly moved from Lisa's lovely bronzed buns in my hands to my wife's face to be sure I hadn't crossed some sort of mysterious arbitrary line.  Even when I oiled deeply between Lisa's cheeks, my wife just smiled demurely at me.

Still dressed in my work clothes with the sun beating down me, I was sweating profusely as I labored away.  By the time I had finished, I was soaking wet with perspiration and the front of my pants was wet also.

"Honey, you look hot," said Jan contritely as she began unbuttoning my shirt.

"Maybe I should go change."

Peeling my damp shirt off she rejoined, "You don't need to go inside.   Just throw your clothes over there.  They all need to go to the cleaners anyway."

Sounded good to me.  I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants.  I felt silly standing around in just my socks and boxers, so I relieved my feet of their covering.  The tented boxers did nothing to hide my stiff condition.

Jan lay back down on the mat, this time on her back.  "Do my front, Honey."

Kneeling again so that I could observe both women, I began at Jan's shoulders.  It was a short trip to bared breasts where I took my time to be sure that she was well oiled.  The ragged shortness of her breath was a dead giveaway that I doing it correctly.   Making my way south, Jan tugged at her thong and breathlessly declared, "Oh, poo!  Look Lisa.  I'm getting a tan line!"  Lifting her hips, she assisted me in relieving her of the root cause of her blemish.

It didn't take a genius to figure out where all this was headed.  The whole episode on the dock now took on a new meaning. That was inadvertent, sort of, but this was deliberate.  She wanted someone to watch.  I had no doubt that we'd be fucking before long while Lisa looked on. The prospect of a live audience apparently was a big turn on for Jan. 

I got Jan's legs oiled up and returned to my favorite playground.  I hadn't touched her cunt yet, but when I did she was hot and wet down there. My oily fingers slipped easily between her nether lips.  Jan gasped as I swiped across her steaming clit.  Biting her lower lip, Jan squirmed around.  Lewdly she spread her legs open.  Having full access to her sex, I got down to fingering her slippery cunt. 

Lisa sat up to get a closer view of the salacious act. My wife's hips began to involuntarily punch upwards and her belly began rippling.  My attention was split between watching Jan get off and looking at Lisa's bare knockers just inches from me.  By contrast, Lisa's attention was totally riveted upon Jan's sopping pussy and the effect I was having upon my wife's body.

Jan suddenly lurched and curled up into a ball while making peculiar choking noises.  With some effort, I kept my hand between her legs with my fingers inside her, prolonging her climax until she couldn't stand it anymore.   Grabbing the wrist of my pleasuring hand, she fought to get my hand away from her spasmodic snatch.  My sexy wife was primed and ready for a good fucking.

Standing, I dropped my boxers, my drooling pecker at the ready for a good old‑fashioned in‑and‑out workout. Lisa, however, had other things in mind.  With her hands around my thigh, she looked up at me like a supplicant.  "Sam," she said with a huskiness that betrayed her desire, "will you put some more lotion on me?"  Then she let go, her fingers raking lightly across the skin of my thighs as she lay back. 

If it weren't for the thong, I would have just mounted her, running my cock up her snatch with the first thrust. Kneeling between Lisa's legs, I began to pull the thong off.

Grasping my hand she whispered, "No, not that."  I remember thinking that she was as hard to decipher as Jan was.

"Just what do you want?"

"Just rub me.  Rub me all over."

Who was I to argue?  I made very little pretense as I spread the oil over her big boobs, bobbing down periodically to kiss and nibble at her meaty nipples.  It was heavenly feeling her oily tits slipping through my hands. I lingered long reveling in the sensuousness of her slippery flesh.  The thought of mounting her chest for a titty fuck was seriously considered.

Jan had recovered somewhat and was at my back, watching me feel up and then rub the crotch of our friend and neighbor. Nibbling on my ear, Jan whispered, "She's going to get a tan line. You don't want her all ugly, do you?"  Who me?  "Why don't you take it off for her.  She's so over dressed, don't you think?"

Moments later I was slipping the white thong over Lisa's ankles, taking the opportunity to suck on a few toes for good measure. That gave me a great view of her cunt.  Flushed with excitement, her inner lips, glistening bright pink and sort of crinkly, now protruded from her slit in a most pronounced fashion. Her vulva seemed more pronounced too and had taken on a darker shade than before.  While I was laving over her big toe, Lisa reached down and spread her pussy lips apart, the wet pink interior beckoning me.

The girls were in a seriously playful mood and I was game too.  Just as importantly, they were both stone cold sober as I was.  Jan seemed as eager as Lisa at this point.  I briefly considered the consequences and put them out of mind as my dickhead was doing all the real thinking.  What the fuck?  We'll work out the details later.  Like a guided munition, my mouth descended on the offered pussy of my buddy's wife.

With carnal delight, I wallowed my face in Lisa's flavorful cunt, lapping at her tender flesh, sucking on her meaty lips and sucking on her clit. Lisa was loudly "oh‑god‑ing" and "oh‑fuck‑ing" and making all sorts of other vocal racket.  I got a couple of fingers up her vagina and finger fucked her while I ate her out with gusto.  All the while Jan intently watched the wanton sex acts from close up.  Like my wife before, Lisa's hips began thrusting.  She stiffened and fell silent, unable to make any sounds as the orgasmic implosion gripped her.  Rolling unto her side, she ripped her pussy away from my voracious mouth.

I had barely grabbed a breath of fresh air when Jan locked her lips on mine, driving her tongue deeply into my mouth.  Breaking the hard kiss, she laid kisses all across my face, lapping up the pussy juice coating my entire face.  "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm. I love you, I love you, I love you!" she said between the kisses, kissing all across my face until she had licked up every drop of cunt sauce.  Pulling back, she held my head in her hands and gazed into my eyes.  "Are you happy?"

I nodded 'yes'.

"Good.  I want to make you happy."

"You do make me happy."

"Does Lisa make you happy?"

My antennae sensed that I was on dangerous ground, but I nodded 'yes' anyway.

"Good.  Because we both want you to be happy."

"Jan, what happened to... our decision?"

"That's for old fuddy duddies!  Oh, Sam! I was only worried about what you thought of me. Besides, that was your decision, not ours."

"Wha?...Wait a minute!"  Immediately I knew it was useless to argue, but why does she do this to me?  Why does she always make me guess what she's thinking?  Why won't she just come right out and say what she wants?  Oh, fuck it.  I guess I'll never really understand this woman.

"Sam, I know you still love me, but do you stilll like me?"

"Oh baby, yes I do.  I like you and I love you unconditionally."

"I love you too.  Now, be honest with me, Sam.  Do you want to fuck her?  It's okay if you do."

I nodded 'yes'.  "What about Bill?"

"What about him?" Jan asked.

"Well, uhm..."

"Don't worry about Bill.  I'll take good care of him.  I promise.   Now, if you want, you can fuck her, baby.  All you want.  But... I want to watch you fuck her."

Not wanting to give my wife time to change her mind, I made a move towards Lisa who was still buzzing in a post‑orgasmic afterglow.  Quickly Jan stopped me.  "Not yet, baby.  Not yet.  The three of us, we have all night to play.  You know what I want?"  Not waiting for a reply of any sort she continued, "I want to see her suck your dick.  Would you like that?"

Is it dark on a moonless night?  I nodded 'yes'.

"I also want to see you fuck her in the butt, like you do me.  Would you like that?"

Is a green frog green? I nodded 'yes' again.

"I told her all about how nice it is when you do me like that.  She's ready to try.  Would you believe, she's still a virgin of sorts?"

Coming to my own senses, I had presence of mind to ask, "Have you been drinking?"

"No!" she laughed.

"You high on something else?"

"Yes!  But not drugs, silly man.  Life, I'm high on life!  Life and good sex!  These past few days have made me hornier than ever.  I want to do things. Naughty things. Things I've never done before. I want to be ravished, by you and by Bill.  You're going to think that I'm bad, but have you ever heard of a double?"

In disbelief I nodded 'yes'.

"Sam, I want to experience things before I'm too old to enjoy it."

"Uh, does Bill know anything about this?"

"No!  He's stuck in Rockford," she laughed.

"Before this gets too far, don't you think we ought to let him in on it?"

"Well, yes, but he's in Rockford... stuck and... don't worry, he won't mind and he'll get his too," she said musingly. "Lisa and I have decided that the most important thing now is to keep you guys happy. You both have been such good boys, and we know what will make you both happy."

"Weren't we supposed to uh, vote on this sort of thing?"

"Okay, what's your vote?  Middle‑age, middle‑class blahs or a little wild hedonistic fun?"

"If you put it that way, I vote for fun."

"Then it's unanimous!"

The logic escaped me.  "Wait a minute... unanimous? What about Bill?  He didn't..."

"Lisa voted for him in proxy.  That made it a majority.  It's too bad he's not here, but that's not our fault.  Your vote now makes it unanimous. Oh, don't worry about Bill... he'll go for it!"  She leaned in close tracing her fingers across my dick.  "We're now officially our own little private sex club; the four of us."

While that statement sunk in, Lisa sat up and snuggled in on me from my other side.

"That was fantastic, Sam," purred Lisa.  "We two girls are very lucky.  We have two virile studs who are also very good with their mouths."

"Real good with their dicks, " chimed in my wife with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

Lisa's hand joined Jan's in caressing my rapidly stiffening dick.  "Now you've been such a good boy, we think you deserve a treat.  Would you like that?"

'How much is this going to cost me?' I thought to myself.  Casting caution to the wind I nodded 'yes'.  Both heads sank into my lap.  I sucked in my breath sharply at the feel of two tongues, one on each side, sliding up the sides of my cock to the tip.  Then in unison, they started licking up my cock from the base again with Lisa, twisting her head around, raking up my bulging cock tube.

With the two of them lovingly laving over my dick, without a doubt I had died and gone to heaven.  Forget the twenty seven virgins crap!  I had two experienced, desirable, and incredibly sexy women ready to pleasure me at my whim, and I didn't even have to martyr myself!

Soon Jan yielded my happy cock to her best friend, sitting back to watch as my dick noisily disappeared and reappeared from between Lisa's sweet lips.  Together we watched with salacious excitement as my best friend's wife, a woman I'd fantasized about for years, fervently sucked my dick.  Looking up at me, Lisa eyes smiled lasciviously as she let my wet glans slip from her lips, a thin strand of pre‑cum still connecting us.  Slowly she encircled my weeping glans again, rubbing her sultry lips all around in the slippery ooze.  The sensation on my cock was intense.

With just my glans between her lips, her tongue flicked out and then slowly withdrew back into her mouth, sliding and stroking along the sensitive underside of my cock until she swirled it around my bloated cockhead.  She took another inch of my dick into her soft warm mouth, making lewd smacking noises as she sucked. Again her tongue flicked out to flutter and tease. Slowly, inch by delectable inch, Lisa engulfed my entire rod.  Damn!  That woman certainly knows how to use her tongue!  Her oral ministrations reaffirmed what I had learned the week before, Bill's wife was a great cocksucker of the first order. 

Never breaking eye contact, she soon had me gasping, with my toes curled up and my legs shaking. The whole time she was sucking me off, her tongue was always in motion, never still, always rubbing and keeping up its fluttering, stroking motion on the bottom of my dick.

My balls began to boil.  I didn't want it to end so soon, but I wasn't in control. With an out of control rush, my head jerked back as the sweet agony swept over me. She took my first two spurts in her mouth, then pulled off so that my next three ejaculate shots flew across her lips and face before she finished me off in her talented mouth.

Releasing my softening prick, Lisa sat up with a sly smile across her sperm covered lips.  The girls eyes met.  With me in the middle, they leaned forward and kissed.  That blew me away!  Never had I imagined that the two might have been lovers all these years!  With the ragged breath of recovery, I sat in awe as they passionately smooched a mere three inches from my face. By the time they broke it off, Jan's face was smeared with my cum too. 

"That was beautiful," my smiling wife said to me softy.  Then we kissed.  It was a sloppy, spermy kiss.  Pulling back she left my face wet with my own emission.  Quickly Jan's lips were replaced with Lisa's lips.  She too gave me a sloppy kiss.  When she pulled back, all three of us had our faces dampened with my semen.  The girls resumed making out across my torso, taking liberties with each other's tits in the process.

Lisa kissed down Jan's neck and suckled her cherry nips.  Then Jan returned the favor, wallowing her face in Lisa's massive boobs and licking at her dark great nipples.  It didn't take long for my flagging soldier to snap back to attention, ready for duty.  A hand brushed across my engorged organ, and the girls broke it off with each other.

"Lie back, Babe," cooed my loving wife.  "I want to give you something."

I did as instructed.  Lisa swung a long leg over me and positioned herself above me, her well‑oiled body shimmering in the sunlight.  In amazement I watched my wife take my cock in her hand and then guide my lust‑swollen glans to Lisa's dewy pussy lips.  Lisa lowered herself, engulfing my entire penis with her hot velvety vagina.  Grinding her cunt into my pelvic bone, she arched her back, cupping her tits in offering.  My left hand quickly found her left orb while Jan's lips accepted the excited nipple of her right. 

Sliding her hungrily clasping cunt up and down my throbbing shaft, she began fucking me, slowly rising and falling as well as gyrating up and down and around on my engorged cock.  On the up stroke she tightened her vagina and relaxed it on the down stroke.  

Jan kissed down Lisa's tummy until she was resting her head on my chest.  The way Jan was curled up beside me, it was easy to get a hand between her legs and a few fingers up her snatch.  Best of all, my line of sight was now clear to enjoy Lisa's gleaming tit flesh jiggling and swaying, but Jan's head now blocked my view of Lisa's cunt lips stretched around the girth of my cock.  My wife took that view.  Soon, as Lisa used me, I felt Jan's hand encircle the base of my cock, fondling my balls with her fingertips.  Ah, such a fate!  

Jan nuzzled her head deep into our joined loins.  I felt her tongue flicker out, lapping at the topside of my wet dick as it appeared from her friend's pussy.  She would lick my shaft for a moment, then the sensation would stop.  After she had done that a few times, I realized that that she wasn't just licking on me, she was also licking on Lisa! 

Lisa rode me for some time, fucking me shallow and fucking me deep. Her tempo increased, her short brunette hair flew from side to side as she began pulling on her own nipples, obscenely stretching them out until I thought that she would injure herself.  A deep flush spread over her face and chest, turning the tanned flesh a ruddy color. With a low throaty moan, the muscles of her belly began to contract, her cunt clasping at my cock.  The moan turned into a plaintive wail as my cock was bathed in flood of slippery secretions. Lisa's fluid motions became jagged until she stopped altogether.  Her face twisted into a grimace as her body became rigid, quaking above me, her cunt muscles wildly pulsating around my dick.

Jan had sat back to watch Lisa cum.  When the intense orgasm had passed, Jan pushed Lisa backwards, showering her face with kisses and in the process, she nearly ripped my dick off.  I thought that there was going to be some serious lesbo action, but once Jan had cleared Lisa's body from me, she swooped down on me.  I tried to sit up, but she pushed me back down, jamming my cock up her snatch. 

Now it was my turn to be raped. My wife fucked me with a fury that I had not seen before... energetic yes, but this?  Neither of us lasted very long in the fit of wild passion that now consumed us both. 

Sated and with a load of my cum in her cunt, Jan rolled off of me and sprawled out in the sun like a well‑used, but satisfied whore.  The three of us remained motionless for time.  Lisa stirred first.  Crawling over to Jan, she kissed her tits and then their lips met in a display of genuine affection.

As I slowly recovered from the incredible fuck, I thought of the transition that Jan had made.  On the outside, she was always prim and proper, a perfect mother and a perfect wife.  But behind the privacy of our locked bedroom door, she was always a passionate, energetic lover, willing to try almost anything within the safe and acceptable boundaries of our marriage.  While she was within those boundaries, almost anything went.  Plain vanilla tender loving was our staple, but anal, light bondage, fantasy lovers, fantasy rapes, and exhibitionism before a mirror, were all within our repertoire.  Now that the boundaries had been expanded to include Bill and Lisa, and once she realized that my love for her hadn't changed, her suppressed desires of all these years had been released.  There was no going back.  The only question now was how was I going to feel, watching her lustfully and eagerly give herself to Bill, clawing at his back and begging him to fuck her harder and harder.  Considering what just took place with Lisa, did I have any choice?

Another thought now worried me.  Would she stay within the new boundaries, or would she take on other lovers?  I pondered that for a moment and decided that it would simply be out of character for her to leave the new boundaries.  She might be fucking Bill three times a day, but I was confident that she wouldn't stray outside our little group of four, unless... unless I took her there.  Bill was right when he said we had to keep this to ourselves, just to the four of us, and not just for the good reasons he had stated. 

Then I remembered something that had been said, something that I had said to Bill.  That we needed to do it as couples and not sneak around behind each other's back.  Shit!  With Bill stuck in Rockford, that's just what we had just done.  There was no fixing that.  Even if that bit of restraint was some how possible, it was now certainly inoperable.  Now, every time I was out of town, Bill would be between Jan's legs, and I really couldn't complain.  The die had been cast and I had to live with the consequences.  How do I get myself into these things?

I must have dozed off for a moment, catching a quick post‑coital nap.  Waking, I sat up, hot from lying out in the sun.  A moment later, the cool shock of the pool water relieved my physical discomfort and at the same time restored me to an alert state. The water felt fine as I languidly floated about, momentarily too tired to do much rigorous exercise. I heard a splash.  Turning, I just caught sight of Jan diving into the pool.  Then a brunette mermaid surfaced next to me, smiling radiantly.  Moments later, she was joined by a blonde mermaid.

"That was amazing," said the blonde, "the way the three of us made love."

"Yes," agreed the brunette, "we'll have to do that again... soon."

"Well, I need a little break," I replied caressing a tit from each woman.  "Male biology, you know." 

"Translation... he's also hungry," Jan said in amusement.

"Had his nappy and now he wants to be fed," teased Lisa with a grin. "So predictable!"

"I am hungry, famished in fact," I stated unfazed by the ribbing.

"We made some shrimp salad.  We can eat anytime you like," said Jan. 

I wasn't sure who had my dick at that point, but hungry or not, I didn't want to give up the underwater fondling of either my dick or their tits. Jan pulled up close to my ear and whispered, "She did an enema."

My mind was on shrimp and tits so what she said made no sense to me.  "What?"

"Never mind!" she huffed.  Spinning away, Jan swam off.  Next, the hand slipped off my prick as Lisa floated away on her back, her tits floating above the surface like bronzed icebergs. I was tempted to swim off after one or the other, but knowing female temperaments, opted to swim off away from both of them, lest I hurt someone's feelings.

With no immediate sexual distractions, my hunger came back with a vengeance.   Ignoring my stomach for the moment, I began my laps, knowing that if I didn't get that in now, I probably wouldn't get it in at all.

Before I had finished, the girls were out of the water and had the patio table set.  Jan and Lisa waved to me to join them.  I was only halfway finished, but in the interest of keeping the peace, I cut it short and climbed out of the pool.

The shrimp salad was cool and delicious, a perfect light meal with a cold dry white wine.  Not surprisingly the conversation revolved around sex, mainly how much the girls' had enjoyed our trio‑tryst.  That gave me the opening to inquire about any previous private practices between them.

"Oh, god, no!" laughed Lisa in response to my indelicate question.  "Today was a first... sort of."

"What do mean by 'sort of"?"

Jan took the matter by the horns.  "Well, Wednesday.  When you and Bill were playing golf, well... we touched each other."

"And?"

"And what?  We didn't do anything.  We were talking about the group stuff and experimented a little.  It felt nice, but we weren't really ready to do anything serious."

"What do you consider serious verses not serious?"

"We caressed each others boobs," my wife stated as a matter of fact.  "That's not too serious, is it?  You're not mad at us are you?  I thought guys liked to see girls with other girls."

"No, I'm not mad.  Just curious as to what you two may have been up to."

"Nothing, that is until today." She thought for a moment.  "No, that's not true."

"It is too!" defended Lisa.

"Not with you, Lisa.  Back in college.  My roommate and I, well..."

"So you've gone down on another girl before?"

"Mmmm, yes."

"You never told me that," I replied astonished that she had held that back from me over all these years.  So much for being 'completely open' as she always put it.

"You never asked."

Honestly, with Jan, it never crossed my mind.  Not that that information would have led to anything at the time.  Only now did it have any real meaning. 

We had another glass of wine, the girls telling bedroom tales, like the time I brought Jan some brass ben‑wa balls back from a business trip to Japan.  She didn't want to try them, but I had insisted.  Once she got them in, she had hell getting the damned things out.  Try as I might, I couldn't get them out either.  For three days she had them stuck up her cunt, clicking together and rolling around very time she took a step, inducing a constant state of arousal.  This while she was doing classroom Mom duties and running a PTA meeting! They nearly drove her insane!  Before she had gotten to her gynecologist to have them removed, she had frigged herself so much that had rubbed her poor clit raw.  Her doctor instructed her to squat deeply in the examination room.  Already humiliated by her plight, she did as instructed.  They popped out, noisily hitting the floor and rolling off in two directions.  She was never very keen on toys after that.

Lisa wanted to try them out and she asked Jan if she still had them.  Of course, Miss Thrifty never, ever threw anything away that was still useful.  Giggling like two schoolgirls, they ran into house.  After a few minutes, they returned with the ben‑wa balls still in their original cedar box.

I told her that tonight might not be the best time to try them out, as they would certainly be in my way. "Best if you put them in before going to church," I quipped.  "Of course you'll have to be very careful when you genuflect.  Wouldn't want them to pop out and roll down the aisle."

"I'll keep that in mind," she laughed.

"Oh, I've got something for you!" Jan gushed.   Laying a cock strap on the table and in a very sultry voice she added, "C'mere stud and let me harness you up!"  I had the same thing in mind, so I didn't mind her putting the strap around the base of my flaccid cock and balls.

"Not too tight!" I protested.  "I don't want it to explode!"  She adjusted the strap so that it was snug, but not overly tight.  Once I got hard, I would stay hard until the strap was released.  In anticipation of the upcoming marathon fuck, I started to inflate almost immediately, especially with both girls feeling around and checking out the proper fit.

Lisa's attention was drawn back to the set of ben‑wa balls.  Jan took the opportunity to whisper in my ear, "We, she did an enema this afternoon.  I told her that you would do her right and that she would enjoy it.  She's willing, so..."

That did it!  My cock lurched to a full erection.  The strap was now a bit tight, but not uncomfortable.

"Lisa!" sang out Jan.  "Look what my Sam has for you!"  With the strap trapping the blood in my cock, it was engorged more than normal.

"Oh, my!  Is that for me?"

"Oh, yeah," replied Jan with an impish smile.  "You know where it's headed?"  Lisa's smile faded.  "That's right, it's time for a whole new experience."

Knowing it was time, Lisa moaned, "Oh, gawd," while her virgin orifice puckered up tightly.  "I'm not..."

"We've talked all about it, girlfriend.  Like I promised you, Sam here is going to open a new door for you.  He won't hurt you.  You know that."

We retired to the sunning mats with my stiff rod leading the way.  Taking Lisa by the hand, my wife led her to the mats for her anal deflowering.  I started in the standing position, behind her, playing with her tits and nibbling at her neck and ear until I had Lisa relaxed and her motor humming.  Then I guided her down onto the mat, positioning her on her hands and knees.  I took a few moments to massage the firm buttocks that hid the treasure that I had been given to take.  Sliding my hand up between her cheeks I felt her tense up.

"Relax, Lisa.  Just relax," I said as soothingly as possible as I rubbed her anus.  "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Oh, I don't know about this!" she cried with trepidation.

"It's okay," comforted my wife while she stroked Lisa's hair.  "Trust me, you'll like this.  I love it."

Peeling her tan buns apart, I examined the target of my attention.  Her puckered brown star contracted, winking at me.  I'm not sure what she had expected, but when my tongue first flicked across her anus, she bolted upright.

Thinking back to what Bill had said about her negative attitude regarding anal sex, I said, "Relax, will you.  I won't hurt you.  I'm certainly not going to rip you apart.  I'm just going to make love to you... in a different way."

"Oh, gawd," she whimpered as she took up the position again.  Jan whispered something to ease her anxiety.  Now somewhat confident I wasn't just going to ram my cock up her butt, she relaxed a little.  When my tongue again flickered across her anus, she stayed put.  After an enema and a bath, coupled with the recent swim in the pool, she was very clean.  She was slightly musty, but not at all reeking.  If she were, I'd sent her to get cleaned up, or dispensed entirely with the oral preliminaries.

With a clean butt hole to work with, I got down to analingus, lapping at the exterior of her dark hole, and teasing it with my tongue.  After a minute or so of flicking the tip across her, I began longer licks up her valley and across her sensitive hole.  Finally with the flat of my tongue, I bore into her, periodically flicking my tongue tip to penetrate ever so slightly.  The entire time, she was softly cursing. 

I replaced my tongue with a lubricated finger, rubbing on her hole for a minute before inserting the tip.  With practiced ease, I wormed up her butt, a little at time.  My main focus at this time wasn't necessarily to deeply penetrate, but to massage, stretch and loosen up her sphincter, so that her muscular ring would allow my much larger cock entrance into her rectum. Soon I had two fingers in.  Lisa was still mumbling, but she was now rotating her hips. 

At that moment, I wished that Jan had a collection of vibrators.  The smaller ones would have slipped in easily and given her much pleasure.  Gradually, I could increase the size of the faux‑cocks until she was ready for the real McCoy.  Unfortunately, the disastrous ben‑wa ball episode had forever queered Jan on all toys.  "Your dick is my toy," she would say. "It's all the toys I need."  It didn't occur to me at the time that Lisa had a drawer full of the things at home.

The moment of truth had arrived.  I slopped on the lube to her ass and did the same with my engorged rod before nestling it between her cheeks until the spongy hot head of my cock pressed against her virgin ass hole.  "Relax, Lisa.  Relax," I gently encouraged as I bumped up against her tight nether hole.  "Push out, but relax."  Suddenly, her sphincter relaxed enough that the head of my cock popped inside her.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned that the sudden widening of her anus would be painful.

She shook her, "no".

I remained motionless for a moment and then withdrew my penis.  Again I slathered on a generous amount of lube and then I bumped into her until she opened up to let my cock‑knob in.  I did that for several times, withdrawing, penetrating her anus, until my cock slipped into her immediately each time.  Jan asked her, "Do you like that?"  Lisa nodded her approval. 

By now she was thrusting back, trying to take more of my cock. I pressed into her about an inch.

"Oh!" she moaned.  "It burns a little."

"It'll pass," comforted Jan.  I held my cock in place for a moment and then withdrew.  I penetrated her again.  She thrust back and I sank my cock deeper into her ass.

"Oh fuck!" she groaned in a whimper again.  Again I held my cock steady for a moment before pulling back.  This time I didn't withdraw completely, but began to thrust into her with shallow strokes.  On the tenth stroke, I penetrated deeper.  Holding it for a moment, I then thrust her gently with ten short strokes before driving into her deeper.  Gradually I worked my entire cock up her ass until my cock ring was pressing up against her asshole.

"That feel good?" I asked huskily, struggling to maintain control, resisting the urge to just get it on.

"I feel so full!" she hoarsely whispered.

"Am I hurting you?"

She again shook her head, "no".

Slowly I withdrew until only the head was in her ass.  I poured more lube over my cock and then I slowly drove into her fully, grinding my hips into her ass when my dick could reach no more.  A low, salacious moan rose from her gut.  Then I withdrew and began a slow butt fuck, using long, deep strokes, pausing every so often to grind into her. She was tight, incredibly tight, grunting as I bottomed out, but with a generous amount of lube easing the way, I slid in and out with relative ease. 

Jan now helped her out, by masturbating her.  Overcome with the salacious sensations sizzling through her body, Lisa lowered her head to the mat.  I continued the slow ass‑fuck until all at once, I felt her sphincter relax, allowing my cock to move inside her with as much ease as if it were her pussy.  Lisa was now softly cursing and mumbling about how good it felt.

There was no danger now of hurting her.  She was ready, ready for a real ass‑fucking.  My pace picked up.  Soon I was treated to the wonderful sight of her ass quaking as I repeatedly slammed into her. Lisa for her part was pushing back to meet my thrusts, her increasingly louder vocalizations joined by the dull slap, slap, slap of flesh meeting flesh.

After a few minutes of hard thrusting, I felt the fiction increase between my cock and her rectum.  I needed more lube.  I withdrew entirely for a complete lube job.  Lisa kept pumping her hips back, trying to impale herself while begging me to fuck her.  Greased up again, I now penetrated her with absolute ease.  There was no resistance whatsoever.  Withdrawing completely, I spread her gyrating cheeks apart to inspect her.  Her ass remained gapping open like a dark chasm for a few moments before it slowly closed.  I ran my cock up her again and withdrew, taking delight in the manner in which her asshole briefly remained opened. I played these games for some minutes, fucking into her a few times and then withdrawing.  I got Jan to watch.  She certainly knew how that felt, but she had never seen it herself. 

The masturbating and cock‑and‑hole games took their toll.  Lisa's was now babbling incoherently, her breathing coming in short puppy dog pants.  This was no time to have my cock out the open air, so I plunged into her again. If felt her gut tighten around my cock and then felt her gut churning as she came with low guttural moan.

Jan gave her clit a well‑earned rest.  Once her orgasm had passed, I withdrew.  It was time for a change of positions.  Unceremoniously, I rolled Lisa onto her back and lubed up again.  Grasping her by the calves I pushed her legs forward until her butt rolled up off the mat.  With the helpful guidance of my wife, my dick found its mark, penetrating her open anus with absolute ease.

Lisa had a wild, animal‑like look on her face.  Jan grabbed her ankles and pulled Lisa's feet over her head, folding her in half until her toes were touching the mat.  As I pressed deeply into her bowels, our lips met and with the accompaniment of feverish lip sucking, I began banging her again in earnest.

Going at her hot and heavy, I now had the goal of getting my rocks off and properly christening her ass with my sperm.  The increased lustful passion I felt brought me quickly to the brink.  I came... hard.  So hard that my vision greyed and I saw stars.  I grunted in mind‑numbing sweet agony as my prostrate violently spasmed.  But I didn't ejaculate.  The cock ring was just a little too tight.  I couldn't ejaculate. I fought with the strap and loosened it.  With a forcefulness I hadn't seen in years, my cock shot a huge load up her ass.  Then another, and another, and another.  God... it never felt so good!

I was still cumming in her ass when I heard the shouting.  Jan let go of Lisa's legs and jumped up.  The shouting continued, but in my mental state, the shouting made no sense at all to my lust‑addled brain.  Mindlessly and acting purely on instinct, I continued to fuck her and fuck her while the shouting continued unabated.  Suddenly I was bodily ripped away from her.

In a daze I stared at the wildly gesturing figure that was shouting, "You son‑of‑bitch!  You're fucking my wife!  You fucking bastard!  You're fucking my god damned wife!"

A touch of reality set in.  I muttered, "Oh, fuck," as I recognized through the mental fog that the gesticulating individual was good old Bill.

"You son‑of‑bitch!  I go out of town and you fuck my wife!  You bastard!  I ought to break your fucking neck!"

Quickly I willed myself to focus onto the problem at hand.  Briefly glancing down, I could see the surprised and shocked look on Lisa's face as she looked up her enraged husband.  Jan was standing back, with one hand covering her mouth, the other covering her tits.

Over and over with the veins popping in his neck he shouted red‑faced,  "God damn you!  God damn you!"

"Wait a minute, Bill!  This isn't how it looks."

"You're fucking my wife!  Behind my back... you, you fucked my wife!  You son‑of‑a‑bitch!"

"Easy, Bill, easy."

"I'll easy you, pal!" he growled.

"Bill, listen for a second!"

"You fucking hypocrite!  All that bullshit about not wanting to do it again!  Fuck, I believed you!  All the while, you just wanted them both to yourself!"

"It's not like that, old buddy!"

"Old buddy, my ass!  You've probably been fucking her for years!"

"No!  No, I haven't.  Now listen for a moment... Listen!  There's been a change."

"God damn right there's been a change!"  His nostril flaring he looked over at Jan and shouted, "Your cunt is mine tonight, lady!  You hear me!"

"Okay.  Okay.  Calm down will you?  Just calm down a second.  Look, here's the deal, Bill.  From what I understand, we... you and me that is... we have been such good boys that they want to make us happy."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Bill, there's been a change.  Now listen to me, will ya?  The girls... the girls, they decided to take another vote.  You weren't here, so Lisa voted for you in proxy."

"You know, asshole, you're not making much sense."

"They voted to... they want to form a club. A sex club."

 Bill's eyes narrowed.  "A sex club?"

"Yeah, for the express purpose of, uh, recreational fornication.  You know, a fuck club?"

"A fuck club?"

"Yeah.  You heard me.  They voted to form a fuck club... along the lines that, uh, we were thinking of... you know, swapping partners now and then.  I didn't know about it until I got home today... honest.  But, but they were all worked up about it.  I told them to wait until you got home, but... oh, what the hell... You want to fuck Jan?"

"Damned right I want to fuck her.  In fact, I am going to fuck her!  I'm gonna fuck her whether you like it or not!  I'm gonna fuck the hell out her.  Fuck her while you and Lisa watch!"

"Okay, fair enough.  You can fuck her.  But, before you fuck her, how about if I treat you to deluxe blowjob?"

"Fuck off!  Ya turn queer or something?"

"No, no, no... not me... them, together, sucking your cock."

The clinched fists relaxed as the squirrel in his brain ran as fast as it could.  After a long pregnant pause he queried, "A fuck club ya say?... Let me get this straight.  A fuck club as in... the four of us?  Just the four of us?  You serious? Or are you just jacking with me again?"

"Yes, I'm serious.  They're serious... I guess.  How about it?"

"Fuck yeah!" Bill leered at Jan for a moment before continuing.  "Okay, what are the rules?  There's always fucking rules around here."

"No rules...  Except 'no' means 'no' and we keep this between just the four of us and no one else."

"Ya know, I've found that 'no' sometimes means 'yes'... Goddamned fucking details," grumbled Bill.  "How this for rules?  You get to fuck my wife and I get to fuck your wife.  Whenever I want, whenever you want.  End of rules."

"Alright, pal, as long as the girls willing." 

Turning to the women I asked, "How about it ladies?"  Both Lisa and Jan readily nodded. 

"Bill, ya got a deal!" I agreed, giving him unfettered access to my wife's charms and I suppose, my unspoken permission to rape her at will, not that he ever would.  

Bill hurriedly dropped his pants and shed the rest of his clothing in short order.  Pointing to Jan he motioned with his finger for her to come to him.  "C'mere, Blondie.  Let's be clear about this, so there's no further misunderstandings.  From now on, cunt, you're my whore!" 

With a demure smile my naked wife nodded her understanding and approached our long time friend.  Jan ran her fingernails across Bill's hairy chest and in a sultry voice she asked, "Would ole Willy like a nice, relaxing tongue massage before his date with Miss Kitty?"

 "Oh, yeah... Come on, Sweet Cakes, I'm raring to bust a nut in ya!" growled Bill in reply.

Janet slowly sank to her knees, all the while looking up and holding Bill's blazing eyes in a steady gaze.  Her tongue lashed out, whorishly lapping at his stiffly erect manhood.  Bill glanced up at me with a sly grin and winked, then he looked back down to my wife as she spread her lips over his broad glans.   Watching my wife take Bill's cock in her mouth wasn't as traumatic as I had feared.   Quite the opposite, it was most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed. 

Jan’s lips slid over his stiff pole a few times.  Grinning broadly from ear to ear, Bill placed his hand on the back of my wife’s head.  She extended her neck and he pulled her head into his groin.  Taking him to the root, her neck bulged as his fat cock entered her throat.  Pulling back, she took him deep again with seeming ease.  Apparently my wife had learned something new last week during her games-night with Bill.  

After a minute or so of deep throating Bill’s cock, Jan pulled off.  Before breaking, a long strand of bubbly salvia mixed with his seepage connected her lips to his cock for a moment .   Then she backed up and sprawled out on one of the mats.  Her tits were heaving as she was breathing hard.  I don't ever recall seeing her nipples as hard as they were at that moment.  She was really turned on and left me no doubt that she really wanted this.   Hiking her legs in the air, my erstwhile "proper" wife lewdly offered herself to Bill.  It was easily the most whorish thing I'd ever seen her do.

Turning her head, Jan looked at me, mouthing "Thank you, thank you."  Then she locked eyes with Bill and said, "Come on, stud. Fuck me!"

Bill moved towards her with his stiff wet cock leading the way.  With his eyes glued to my wife's lewdly offered cunt he growled, "Your cunt's mine, whore!"  Bill positioned himself between her splayed legs.  Relishing the moment, he took a long moment to rake the round bulbous head of his cock up and down her juicy cuntal slit. 

Short of breath and with a dick so hard I thought I might rupture a vein, I blurted out, "Jan, put his cock in!"  Jan encircled his thick cock and accurately aimed it at the entrance to her eager cunt.  Time seemed suspended as I held my breath for a moment.  Then it happened.  His hips thrust forward, planting his turgid cock firmly in its new playground, and in doing so, knocking the breath from both Jan and me. 

Watching another man screw my wife for the first time did make me wince, but having a handful of his wife's tits certainly eased the pain.  And screw her he did.  Hard.   So hard that Janet's entire petite body shook violently from the repeated impacts of Bill driving his cock into her so ardently.   Along with Janet's lurid grunting, a richly vulgar sound of, thap, thap, thap, thap, thap filled my ears.

As my best buddy and my darling wife rutted primally and openly for the first time, whatever angst I might have had was forever exorcized.  "Damn," I muttered in amazement at the degree of my own lust watching them fuck. 

"Sam, are you okay with this?" Lisa softly asked.

"Oh, yeah!  Oh, yeah," I replied short of breath.  "I couldn't be better."

"Good, 'cause we want you to be happy...  Now, where were we?"  Lisa's sultry lips met mine, and all discussion was finally over.  We had all wanted this and had finally managed to break down the last barrier. 

We had a full weekend of great sex, fun sex, uninhibited sex between trusted good friends. Certainly we all had a delightfully decadent time that left us all feeling years younger.  Despite all his bluster and nasty pillow talk, Bill was never really rough with Jan either.  He gave as well as he received, making sure that Jan got two orgasms for every one of his. 

Sunday morning, I watched Bill bend Jan over the breakfast table.  Seeing her laughing and wiggling her ass in eager anticipation, I reflected back on the girls' original plan of a little risqué fun.  That was good, but this was better, much better.  Had the four of us done it together like this the first time, I don't think any of us would've had felt guilty about it in the least and there wouldn't have been so many problems afterward.   Still, considering the final outcome, it wasn't a bad plan after all, not bad at all.  Jan got her T‑bird, and the following week, Lisa got her 350Z, but we all got a new lease on life. 

Ultimately there still may be some problems, problems we'll all have to deal with, such as remembering yet another birthday... or the anniversary of our first swing... or the date of some event or other nonsense the girls may come up with.  Such is the price Bill and I will have to pay. 

THE END

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