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 Cancun June 2001 Two couples share a condo for years.  One wife dies of
cancer, skip a few years.  One last visit before selling time share.  Last
wife entertains all!



   My name is Dave, my wife Cindy and I have been married for about twenty
years.  We are both in our forties, kids pretty much grown.  We are in
fairly good shape, physically and financially.  We had some good friends,
Bill and Sharon, who were at about the same point.  My wife met Bill, when
she started working at a local bank.  We had been close friends ever since.
Sharon owned a travel agency, so naturally we began to travel together.

   One of our first trips together, was to Cancun, Mexico.  Sharon needed
to inspect some new time share condos, being built.  We attended the sales
meeting, and was being pressured to buy.  We didn't budge, ...  until they
made us an offer we couldn't refuse.

   They wanted Bill and Sharon to buy so bad, they lowered the price,
waived the initiation fees, gave us a choice location, and most
importantly, allowed Cindy and I to get in also.  When we walked out, we
each had a week, one right after the other.  This meant, we could spend two
weeks a year, in hot and sunny Cancun.

   If you're familiar with a typical condo, you know they have a portion
known as a lock off.  It consists of a bedroom, bathroom, an area with a
small refrigerator and microwave oven, and its own entrance.  This allows
the owner of the time slot to sell off part of the condo, to pay for yearly
maintenance fees, or to just get some extra cash.

   The arrangement we had, was that Sharon and Bill got the main bedroom
the first week, while Cindy and I took it the second week.  Leaving the
inner doors opened, gave us all access to the central livingroom and full
kitchen.  And, since there were maids that changed the bedding every day,
we never gave it any thought.

   We always had great times in Cancun.  Although it wasn't uncommon for
Bill and I to trade off dancing partners, while in the local dance clubs,
that was as far as it ever went.  It was while we were in Cancun, that
Sharon took sick.  She felt nauseated, and couldn't eat anything.  We
thought it was just a touch of the flu, or Montezuma's Revenge.  It wasn't
until a month later, that we found out, ...  cancer.

   Cindy helped out part time, at the travel agency, while Sharon underwent
chemotherapy.  Sharon fought bravely, but less than a year later, we buried
her.  It was devastating, someone so alive, so cheerful, gone.  I couldn't
help but notice, that most of the pictures used at the funeral home,
showing Sharon happy, was of our trips to Cancun.  That year, we didn't go
to Cancun, instead we rented out both weeks.

   Cindy kept after Bill, to get him to go out to dinner, and just stay
active.  He did go with us a few times, but he always managed to leave
early.  We then took him to a dance club, where I encouraged him to dance
with Cindy.  I don't know what they talked about, but quite often, they
both came back with red eyes.

   We were at one dance club in particular, when the subject of Cancun came
up.  Bill said he wanted to sell his time share, not just rent it out.  He
offered it to us, at a very good price.  I refused to take advantage of
him, and pleaded with him to think it over.

   As we were leaving, I suggested that the three of us should visit
Cancun, one more time.  At first, Bill was dead set against it, but then
said maybe.  A few weeks later, Cindy came home with the news that Bill had
agreed to go, one last time.

   Cindy and I made a vow, to try to get Bill to enjoy himself, while in
Cancun.  I even joked about getting him a hooker, to help him sleep.  Cindy
told me he hadn't started dating, as far as anybody at work knew.

   About a month before we were to leave, there was an awards dinner at the
bank.  Bill was going to get an award, but didn't want to go alone.  I
suggested to Cindy, that she go with him, since everybody there was
familiar with his situation.  She smiled, and said she would talk it over
with Bill.

   They ended up going together, and I was out of town anyway.  I wasn't
worried about anything happening, but did call at about 11:00, just to find
out how her 'date' went.  There was no answer, so I left a message.  Since
I wasn't sure who drove, I called Bill.  Again, no answer.  About one in
the morning, Cindy called.

   "Hi honey." She said real cheerfully.  "Just got in, I had a great
time." I asked about the time, and she explained.  "That's my fault,
really. My boss invited Bill and I out to a club, after the awards dinner."
She giggled, then went on.  "I had to beg Bill to go, he was ready to run
home, right after getting his award." I let her talk, since I could tell
she was partially drunk, and would chatter endlessly.

   "I think Bill was enjoying himself tonight." She stated.  "He drank
some, and we danced quite a lot." Well, this was sounding more and more
like a date.  "My boss.  Bill, to me now, was just as charming, and we
danced a few times, while Bill danced with Mrs. ...  uh, I mean Margaret."
Taking a deep breath, she started talking a little slower.

   "I couldn't believe it, when I saw it was almost midnight.  I told them
I had to get home, right away." She giggled again.  "They started kidding
me, about how I was Cinderella, and Bill was my Prince Charming.  It was so
funny." I laughed half-heartedly, as I imagined the two of them, together.

   I wasn't jealous, not of Bill.  I felt so terribly sad, for what he had
been though.  I just hoped he would finally get moving again.  If it took
several dates with Cindy, or more, it would be worth it.  Cindy and I
chatted a while more, then hung up.  I went to bed that night, with a
hopeful feeling for my good friend.  When I got home, Cindy didn't seem to
want to talk about that night anymore.  I finally got her to tell me about
what happened.

   Since they had both drank more than they should have, they took a cab.
While sitting together, in the back seat, Bill slipped his arm around her
shoulders.  A moment later, he leaned down to kiss her.  She said she
didn't resist, since it was innocent enough, and she truly felt like
kissing him.  Well, the kisses got a lot more passionate, and his hand
moved to her breast.

   "I panicked." She said.  "I shot up and away from him, and told him no."
With a tremble in her voice, she went on.  "I immediately regretted being
so dramatic, I wish I had handled it better." Looking at me, she sighed. 
"And, since then, I wished I had done nothing.  I wished I had let him kiss
me, fondle me, whatever he wanted, just because of Sharon." Cindy started
crying, and I hugged her close.  I told her I would have understood, no
matter what she had done.

   We hugged and kissed, until retiring to the bedroom for sex.  All the
while, I'm thinking about my wife and Bill, in the back of that cab.  I had
a very enjoyable screw with Cindy, and we talked for hours, then had sex
again.

   Bill gave Cindy flowers, the following Monday morning, with an apology.
He also informed her, that he had decided to skip the trip to Cancun.  I
called him, that night, and talked him into going.  I told him, that Cindy
had told me everything about their cab ride, and I forgave him.  He was
difficult to convince, but finally he agreed to come along.

   The flight down, was pleasant enough, with Bill on his best behavior. 
He tried to remain cheerful, but you could see he was putting forth a lot
of effort.  Cindy sat between us, and kidded with Bill quite a bit.  When
we got to the condo, Bill insisted that Cindy and I take the larger
bedroom, for the full two weeks.  I agreed to take it first, telling him he
might find someone to share it with, for the second week.  I never imagined
she was standing in the room with us at the time.

   The three of us went everywhere together, eating, sightseeing, and the
beach.  Cindy wore her bikini, same as always.  But, this time, I noticed
Bill checking her out, quite closely.  Cindy didn't seem to notice, or at
least didn't let on she did.

   In bed, the second night there, I mentioned it to Cindy.  She laughed,
and told me she was glad he was looking, since it showed he was still
interested.  I reached under her nightie and rubbed her pussy, saying.  "He
would be a damn fool, not to be interested in this."

   Cindy laughed, then got quiet and serious.  "Uh, if he was ...  uh, you
know, ...  interested ..." I tried to see her face, in the dim light. 
"Well, it's just that I feel so sorry for him, ...  and, well ...  I
wouldn't mind, ..." I turned her face to look at me, I could see tears on
her cheeks.  "That is if he wanted to, and you said it was alright." I was
shocked, Cindy has never shown this side of herself to me.

   I assured her, that I would allow her to do anything she wanted, with
one condition.  I still got all the sex I wanted.  Kissing me, she told me.
"Well then, we better get started." Her hand reached down and grabbed my
dick.  I think we were both surprised, to find it rock hard, and throbbing.

   We made love twice that night, then we talked.  In the morning, I told
her it was her decision, but I would back her up all the way.  Cindy said
she wasn't going to offer herself to him, like a slut, just allow him to
take what he wanted.

   That night, we visited one of our favorite dance clubs.  Again, Cindy
was splitting her dance card between Bill and I.  Once, when I was alone at
the table, I noticed that I couldn't see Cindy and Bill, on the dance
floor. I shrugged it off, and headed to the bathroom.  As I walked beside
the bar, I saw them standing near the back entrance.

   They were embracing lightly, and swaying to the music.  At first, I
thought they were just trying to cool off in the breeze, from the open
door. Looking closer, I saw Bill's hands holding Cindy's ass cheeks, as she
laughed at something he was saying to her.

   I stood there, watching.  Cindy leaned her head back, allowing Bill to
kiss her.  This wasn't a chaste, brotherly kiss.  I could see their tongues
dart back and forth, as they worked their lips together.  Bill moved a hand
up to hold the back of my wife's head, as he kissed her deeply.

   Then, I saw his other hand come up to her breast.  I don't know if I was
shocked more by his actions, or hers.  He kneaded her breast, boldly.  She
pressed her body forward, allowing him full access.

   Bill's hand left her neck, and slid to the hem of her dress.  Lifting it
up, he moved to the top of her panties.  They had separated enough, that I
could see more of what was going on.  Cindy had her hand at Bill's crotch,
rubbing his erection.

   I could also tell when Bill's hand slid inside the waistband of Cindy's
panties.  As he started stroking her pussy, her dress bunched at her waist,
and her panties just covered her slit.  I noticed several people, walking
by and checking them out.

   Bill leaned in and whispered something to Cindy, and she giggled and
pulled him out the back door.  I followed, slowly.  I didn't want to miss
anything, but was afraid to let them see me watching.

   Peeking out the door, I spotted them walking around a corner.  When they
were out of sight, I walked out the door and stood near the corner.  With
the music not as loud, I could hear them kissing.  I thought.

   Peeking around the edge, I saw a beautiful sight.  There was my lovely
wife, her head thrust back, as Bill sucked on her exposed breasts.  I could
hear the wet, smacking sounds, as my best friend suckled my wife's lovely
tits.

   Squatting down, without kneeling on the dirty ground, my wife unzipped
Bill's pants.  She pulled out his very stiff dick, and started sucking just
the very end of his dick.  He groaned, grabbing Cindy's head, then firmly
stroked his dick in and out of her mouth.

   Cindy's dress was still pushed down, exposing her tits to anybody who
happened along.  The hem of her dress, front and back, was partially
stuffed into the waistband of her panties, exposing them fully.  It was a
very lewd looking sight.  Like a cheap whore, servicing her John.

   I had never loved my wife more, than right then.  She was doing just
what we had agreed to do, give Bill anything he wanted.  I was very turned
on right then, and I wanted relief.

   When Bill held his dick deep in her mouth, I knew he was coming.  I
walked up beside him, as I heard him moan.  I could see Cindy's throat
convulsing, frantically swallowing the load of sperm..  I removed my stiff
dick from my pants, and waited my turn.  Opening her eyes, my wife saw me
standing there, and smiled.

   Bill was visibly shaken, seeing me there.  I smiled at him, and said. 
"Keep a look out.  Make sure a line doesn't start forming." Looking down at
Cindy, awaiting my dick, he grinned and stepped back, zipping up his pants.
Cindy took my dick into her mouth, and was busily sucking within seconds.
Since I had been watching the two of them, I didn't last very long.  I
flooded my wife's slutty mouth with my load, as Bill stood there and
watched.

   We helped Cindy to stand up and straightened her clothing, then walked
back to the club.  Several people smiled at us, apparently having seen at
least some of what had just happened.  Cindy went into the bathroom to
clean up some, as Bill and I talked.

   I assured him that Cindy and I had already talked this over, and had
decided to give him what he needed.  He thanked me, saying he couldn't
control himself, but it would never happen again.  I laughed, telling him
it would happen again, probably that night.

   When Cindy came out, we took a cab back to the condo.  We talked about
what had happened, and what was going to happen.  I suggested that Cindy
stay in the master suite, and Bill and I switch places at the end of the
week.  Cindy would still have to service the man in the lock off, but would
sleep with the one in the master suite.  It was agreeable to Cindy, so Bill
went along.

   Back at the room, we had a small orgy.  Cindy was stripped down and
molested for hours.  She loved it.

   Bill and I were a little shy, at first, about stripping in front of each
other.  But, with a naked, willing woman, we got over our shyness, real
quick.  I allowed Bill first crack at my wife's pussy, accepting sloppy
seconds.  It was very strange, slipping my dick inside her pussy, as it
leaked Bill's sperm.

   After that night, we had sex with Cindy in our own bedrooms, not having
a three way, just sharing the same woman.  Strange as it sounds, I wanted
sex with my wife even more than normal, knowing that another man was
interested in banging her.  I found myself lusting after her at all hours
of the day, sex was always on my mind.  It must have been on Bill's mind
also, since she spent a lot of time in his bedroom, returning with her
clothes in her arms.

   I managed to get my wife alone, to talk, while Bill was in the shower. I
asked if she had any regrets, and she said she didn't.  I asked if she
minded me being so horny all the time, causing her to smile.

   She assured me that she could handle both Bill and I.  But, she was
concerned about the second week, when I would be sleeping alone, as per our
earlier agreement.  It did sadden me, to know I couldn't just reach out and
stroke her breasts or pussy, whenever the urge struck.

   Then she told me what Bill had said about our sleeping arrangements.  He
suggested we all sleep in the king sized bed, together.  I wondered how
that would work out, as I watched Cindy's face break into a smile.  I
agreed to try it that very night.

   We had gone out to dinner and dancing, arriving back at the resort about
11:30.  Cindy
went into the main bathroom, while Bill and I shared the other one. 

When he came out, and I was heading in, he said.  "Uh, Dave, if Cindy
wouldn't mind ...  I mean if she's not too tired, uh, well I would like her
to stop by, and ...  uh, tuck me in." I grinned at him and told him to wait
for me.

   When I finished in the bathroom, I escorted him into his bedroom.  "Grab
your PJ's, or what ever you plan on wearing to bed.  We are going to have a
sleep-over." His looked completely stunned.

   "Really?" Was his only comment.  When I told him I was serious, he gave
me a quick hug, and thanked me.  Grabbing an extra pillow, we marched into
the master bedroom.

   Cindy was already there, waiting.  "Ah, you must be room service, with
my order." She laughed.  I smiled at her, as I tried to decide what to do
next.  "Come here, both of you." My lovely wife commanded.  We dutifully
stepped up to the bed.

   Cindy opened the front of my pants first, then Bill's.  Reaching into
our underwear, she grabbed our cocks, and held on tightly.  "I've got what
I want." She growled.  "Take everything else off, now."

   It was very erotic, twisting around to work my shorts and BVD's to the
floor, causing Cindy's hand to slide up and down my erection.  Bill seemed
to be enjoying the feelings too, since I heard him groan, while we
stripped.

   When we were naked, Cindy sat up on her knees, allowing the blankets to
fall away.  I wasn't surprised to find her naked, since she had been
wearing less and less all week.

   We stood side by side, our hips touching, as Cindy took turns sucking on
our dicks.  I was fascinated, watching her mouth engulf Bill's dick.  It
was really sexy, watching another man receiving a blow job.  I felt like
stepping back and watching the two of them have sex, then I had another
idea.

   Untangling Cindy's legs from the sheets, I laid on the bed and slid my
head underneath her crotch.  I found her pussy, hot and moist.  Without any
delay, I started licking her gash, avoiding her clit, for now.  She started
moaning and pressing her pussy against my mouth.  When I finally licked up
to her clit, I caught a glimpse between her tits, of her sucking Bill.

   I ignored what they were doing, and concentrated on pleasuring my wife.
She shuddered through two orgasms, clutching my face between her legs each
time.  I heard Bill hiss.  "I'm coming." In a flash, Cindy pulled away from
my questing tongue and flopped onto the bed.  "In me.  Put it in me." She
pleaded.  Bill tried to comply, but he was so close to coming he didn't
dare touch his throbbing dick.

   He hovered over Cindy, as she rubbed and twisted her breasts and
nipples. When he lowered himself slightly, I had a perfect view of his dick
approaching my wife's hot snatch.

   His aim was off slightly, so I calmly reached out and positioned the
head in the steamy furrow of her sex.  My hand was still there, as his dick
started sliding forward.  With a shudder, Bill plunged to the depths of
Cindy's pussy, and started coming.

   My hand was trapped in front of his balls and seemed to be partially
embedded inside my wife's pussy.  Gently, I fondled his pulsing balls, as I
felt the sperm surging along the bottom of his shaft, blasting deep inside
my beautiful, loving wife.

   Cindy had another orgasm, as Bill stroked a few times, allowing me to
remove my hand.  They laid there in a panting, sweaty heap, catching their
breath, as I looked on.  Bill picked himself up off of Cindy, and without a
second thought, he lowered his mouth to her freshly fucked cunt.

   I was shocked.  I had never done that.  Her pussy was leaking sperm and
lubricating juices, it was a mess.  Bill slurped and sucked at her crotch,
as I looked on.  I looked at Cindy, who smiled at me then pulled Bill's
hips toward her face.

   My formerly shy wife took Bill's dick, just pulled from her pussy, into
her mouth.  This was something she had never done to me, or ever seemed
like she might.  They stayed in the sixty-nine position for several
minutes, slurping and sucking each other clean.  I got a little jealous,
and laid beside my wife, trying to kiss her neck and cheek.

   Turning her head to me, I kissed the corner of her mouth, while Bill's
dick was still inside.  Then, with a sudden twist, his dick slipped out and
came into contact with my lips and extended tongue.  I was surprised, and
started to recoil, until I saw Cindy's mouth recapture the thrusting snake
and begin sucking him.

   Soon, they fell apart and I managed to give my wife a proper kiss.  As
my tongue explored her mouth and teeth, I noticed a taste and stickiness.
My god.  Bill's sperm and her juices.  I hesitated for an instant, then
surrendered to her questing tongue and eager lips.

   The taste wasn't disgusting, as I had always thought it would be, just
different.  It was the feeling, my lips became coated with the sticky
substance, spreading to my face.  Cindy seemed to enjoy smearing it all
over, with her hands and mouth.

   I raised up, trying to position my dick to screw her, while maintaining
mouth to mouth contact.  Bill reached between my legs and placed my
erection right where it wanted to go.  I slowly slid inside my wife, as
Bill's fingers stroked and rubbed my dick and balls.  I began fucking
Cindy, and felt Bill's hand lightly holding my balls, as I thrust against
my wife's willing body.

   When I came, Bill held my balls gently, as my sperm jetted into Cindy,
who had come again.  When I pulled out and flopped to the side, Cindy
turned around and took my dick into her mouth.  I was enjoying the feeling,
when I noticed her hips rocking closer to my head.  I figured it was a
night of firsts, and pulled her willing hips up, to straddle my face.

   I had hardly begun, when gobs of my sperm started slipping down my
throat.  I swallowed them quickly and continued to lick my wife's wet, hot
hole.  I realized that I was probably getting some of Bill's come too, but
didn't really care.

   My dick was getting sucked very strongly, when I felt Cindy reposition
herself.  I then noticed that she was sitting almost straight up.  There
was no way she still had my dick in her mouth.  It was Bill, who was
sucking my dick.

   I couldn't really do anything, since a big load of come slid into my
mouth, right then.  I sucked and swallowed and managed to breathe, while
her musky wet crotch tried to smother me.

   Cindy had one more orgasm, then pulled her pussy away from my face.  I
looked down, to see Bill still sucking my dick.  I didn't attempt to get
away, or stop him.  He glanced up once, then started to really work on my
dick, as it started to get hard again.

   "Here, let me have that." Cindy said.  "I know just where to use that."
She moved a leg over my hips, and impaled herself on my saliva coated dick.
We both groaned, as she slid down the whole length of my shaft and rested
there.  I reached up and captured her dangling tits in my hands, as she
lowered her body down on to mine.

   Cindy seemed to be asleep, as I jabbed up into her yielding pussy.  She
let out an occasional little moan, as I tried to get further inside her. 
Finally, I rolled over on top of her, and really started to pound her near
lifeless body.

   I then noticed Bill approaching Cindy's face, with his dick.  As it
brushed along her cheek, she turned her head away.  I glanced at him, then
smiled.  He took this to mean I was willing, and moved his stiff dick
toward my mouth.

   Without giving it much thought, I opened my mouth and let his dick slide
right in.  I slowed down my fucking of Cindy, as I concentrated on the
feeling of Bill's dick sliding around in my mouth.

   I was aware of the size and texture of him, and the differences between
his dick and mine.  He was longer than me, but not as big around.  We were
both circumcised, but his dickhead was more pointed and seemed to curve
upwards more.

   I noticed that I had quit pumping Cindy, as I concentrated more on this
dick going in and out of my willing mouth.  Bill's dick was entering my
throat, and his pubic hairs were mashing against my nose.  I sucked on him
as he pulled out, and opened my throat wide on his thrusts.  I felt his
hands lightly touch my head, trying to guide me and get deeper in my face.

   Placing my arm around his hips to steady myself, I pulled him to me. 
His hands now clamped to my head, and he used my mouth like a cunt.  He
pounded in and out about ten times, then tensed and held my face crushed to
his pubic hairs.

   I felt his come pulse into my throat, rushing straight into my belly.  I
was frozen there, shocked by what had happened.  I never in my life thought
I would ever give another man a blow job.  When he pulled back some,
allowing me to breathe again, I noticed a few things.

   I wanted to continue sucking his dick, to get all his sperm.  I didn't
feel like a queer or anything like that, I still loved women.  And my dick
was rock hard and ready to blow.

   I thrust into Cindy maybe three times, before I shot my load.  Bill had
pulled back, as I was coming, and sat in a chair beside the bed.  When I
was spent, I rolled away from him, and laid beside Cindy.  The next thing I
notice, is Bill's tongue, as he lifts my flacid penis from my belly and
takes me in his mouth.  He quickly licks me clean, then moves to my wife,
and begins to lick her gapping pussy.

   I am so exhausted, I just lay there and watch him eat her out.  When he
finally stops, he drops to the other side of her and we fall asleep. 
Later, I wake up as Bill is slipping from the bed, and pulling on his
pants. I get up and follow him, out to the living room.  Looking back, I
see my wife of twenty years laying there with her legs spread lewdly,
looking very satisfied.

   I go back and cover her with the sheet and grab my pants, then turn out
the light.  I find Bill in the kitchen, with the sun just coming up, making
coffee.  He grins at me, as I walk up to him.  We don't say anything, while
we watch the coffee drip into the pot.

   Finally, Bill clears his throat, and says.  "Uh, I just wanted to say,
uh, thank you." I looked at him unsure if he was talking about letting him
fuck my wife, or sucking his dick.  He must have thought the same thing. 
"I mean for everything, ...  everything." I licked my lips, tasting sperm,
pussy, and sweat.

   "I ...  I don't know what to say." I started.  "I mean, Cindy and I
talked about you and her, ...  well we agreed to that, before ..." I shook
my head, then looked him right in the eyes.  "What did you think about ...
that?" I asked, not knowing what I thought, or what else to ask.

   "Well, Dave." He said, then stopped, and looked at me nervously.  "I was
so grateful to Cindy, for ...  well everything." "And you too." He added
hastily.  "What I mean is, if you want me to, I would be willing to do
anything for you, or Cindy." "I mean it, I feel like I've actually gotten a
new life, been reborn or whatever."

   I just looked at him, as he poured us both a coffee and handed me a cup.
Our hands touched, and I looked him right in the eyes.  "I'm not gay, or
anything like that." I said, and Dave quickly confirmed his orientation
also.  "I didn't mind doing it, I just wouldn't want anybody getting the
wrong idea." "You know what I mean?"

   "I know exactly what you mean." He said, with a wide grin.  "Without
Cindy being there, naked and all, I don't think any of this would have
happened." "It is just that Sharon and I ..." I nodded my head, then drank
my coffee.  We sat there for awhile, looking out the window at the pre-dawn
surf.

   "Uh, Dave?" Bill broke the silence.  "Well, I have to know, was it good
for you?" "I mean, did I do it right?" "I've never ...  ever, well I just
wanted to know if you liked it."

   I laughed out loud, because I had been thinking the exact same thing. 
When I told Bill, he laughed about it too.  We then discussed our
techniques and preferences.

   I tried to reposition my dick in my pants, without Bill seeing what I
was doing.  He smiled at me and admitted to having a bit of a stiff dick
himself.  We laughed it off, then sat there quietly for a few minutes.

   We had started a conversation that didn't include naked wives or blow
jobs, when Cindy walked out of the bedroom.  She had pulled her robe
loosely over her shoulders, leaving it gaping open.  I could see light red
marks covering her tits, left by her anxious lovers.

   "I thought you both had left.  Like a one night stand." She said, with a
big smile, as she walked up to me.  Slipping her arm around my waist, she
asked.  "Do you still respect me?" We all laughed at that comment, and sat
around talking for almost two hours.  Finally, we decided we needed to
sleep, and staggered back to the soggy bed, and collapsed.

   It was almost ten before I awoke, seeing Bill still sleeping.  I heard
the shower running in the lock off and walked in.  I slid the shower
curtain aside, and stepped in, grabbing my lovely wife by the hips.  She
squeaked a small alarm, and said.  "I certainly hope you're here because
you're dirty, and not just horny."

   I spun her around, and gave her a deep kiss, asking if it mattered. 
With a coy little smile she shook her head.  "Not really, but I would like
to do some sightseeing.  The inside of a bedroom I can see back home." I
think that got the both of us thinking.  What was going to happen once we
got back home?

   With a serious look, Cindy told me how Bill had put his house up for
sale.  He didn't want to be reminded of Sharon, while he sat around feeling
sorry for himself.  "That's a big, lovely house." I said.  Cindy nodded. 
"I think he would end up regretting not keeping it, since Sharon loved it
so much.  Maybe, we should see if he might want some roommates.