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 A Night to Remember

   Harry turned his back on Sally and tried to get some sleep.  He had
half-heartedly tried to kiss her, driven more by a sense of duty than by
real passion, but Sally had pushed him away, claiming she wasn't in the
mood right now.  The mounting bitterness kept him awake.  He couldn't say
how it all happened.  They had been so enthusiastic at first.  Every night
they had made love and on weekends also during the day.  After a while they
began to skip some nights and not only when she had her days.  After four,
then three times a week it had all melt down to weekends and somehow lately
not even every weekend.  When he came to think of it, the last time had
been after Jesse's party two months ago.  In fact that didn't really count,
as it had turned into an embarrassing failure.  The saddest part about it
was that he didn't even miss it really.  He acknowledged that Sally looked
as good as ever.  Slim, sexy and pretty.  Yet the spell she had cast on him
six years ago had faded away.  Now even when they kissed he felt next to
nothing and he was sure that it was the same with her too.

   Finally Sally turned out her reading light and settled for sleep, her
back turned against his.  He felt restless and the trance like state that
usually preceded his sleep wouldn't set in.  Jess's party!  He remembered
now why he had been aroused enough to give it a try with Sally when they
arrived home.  They had met a couple there, Frankie and Johnny, both about
the same age as Harry and Sally.  Sally had been somewhat impressed by
Johnny, but Harry hadn't taken much interest in the guy.  However with
Johnnie's wife Frankie it had been a different affair.  Although blonde
like Sally she was different.  She was a bit heavier then the slim Sally,
but she was also very beautiful.  Not the average off-the-street beauty but
of real movie star quality.  Her green cat-like eyes dominated her broad
face with prominent cheekbones.  Harry wasn't the womanizer type, never had
been, but he sometimes couldn't help but to put up a show to impress a
woman and it had sure worked on Frankie.

   He had ignored the side-glances of his wife and flirted with Frankie
most of the time.  Of course there was no question about taking any kind of
action.  They never touched and thou her eyes told him it hadn't been a
one-sided affair, he didn't even bother to get her phone number.  The party
ended and that was that.  Except that afterwards he had for the first time
completely failed to make love to Sally.

   'Hi Harry.  Guess whom I met today?  Johnny and Frankie!  What a nice
surprise it was.  We had a cappuccino together at Rito's and I invited them
for a barbeque on Friday night.  Is it OK with you?'

   What was there to say?

   'Yeah, sure Honey.  We'll talk about it when I'm home.'

   So he would meet Frankie again.  It felt kind of awkward.  There
wouldn't be anybody but the four of them.  Now it would be his duty as a
host to talk to Frankie.  Well, it hadn't been his idea so...

   They sat there around the table, all of them getting a little tipsy
after the third bottle of wine and somehow the topic had become infidelity.
Frankie looked right into Harry's eyes when she asked:

   'What would you do if you were to find out Sally cheats on you?  Would
you pay her back in the same coin?'

   'Now c'mon, Sally and I love each other.' Harry replied slightly annoyed
and like to underline his words reached for Sally's hand.

   'Now look, I'm not talking about real events.  I know well that you two
are like pigeons.  Anybody can see that you love each other.  I was just
curios.  Would you kill the infidel couple?  Would you beat them up?  Or
would you go out and find yourself a lover too?  Just hypothetically, how
would you react?' Frankie Insisted with a naughty glitter in her eyes.  But
then her eyes almost always had that glitter in them.  She just had that
kind of eyes. Harry, more than just a little tipsy, suddenly asked himself
the question.

   'I don't know really.  The question has never passed my mind.'

   'Then try to remember.  Before you met Sally, maybe in high school or
college, has no girlfriend of yours ever cheated on you or left you for
another guy?'

   Frankie asked with a malicious grin on her face.

   'Well, actually yes, I have to admit it has happened.  And yes, I did
exactly that, go to bed with another one.'

   'I hope you didn't use ME for revenge.' Sally intervened in a stern
voice, like she really meant it.

   'Oh c'mon Sally, you know we were friends for a long time before we...
Actually it was you who...  Never mind.' Harry replied, now a bit annoyed
too.

   Sally blushed a little, as she knew he was right.  They had been good
friends till the night she had seen her ex with his new wife and had a
terrible fit.  Harry had come to comfort her and out of the sudden they
wound up kissing and in the end...  And Harry had almost blown it all.  The
reconciliation on New Year's Eve had been the happiest moment in his life,
thou.

   Sally felt guilty for putting that stupid unfair question.  She would
have liked to simply change subject.  But Frankie turned to her now.

   'What about you then, Sally?  What would you do?  Would you want to
punish Harry that way too?'

   Harry wanted to jump in, as he thought he knew the answer.  Hadn't she
demonstrated it to him when she had been mad at her ex?  But he stopped
short of committing an indiscretion.  Before she answered, Sally gave him
an infuriated look and withdrew her hand from his.  She knew perfectly well
what was on his mind.

   'Well, I have no way of knowing really, as that didn't happen to me yet,
but I can well imagine I would do pretty much the same thing.' Except with
me, Harry added in his mind.

   And that was the end it.  The men talked about ball games and the women
about fashion for a while.  Then there was a little pause while Harry went
to the refrigerator for another bottle of Chardonnay.  Johnny looked at
Frankie and nodded.  Sally thought it was their signal to leave and was
just about to protest when Harry returned.  Suddenly serious, Frankie
looked at them both and talked mainly to Sally.

   'Look, you two, Johnny and I just had an idea.  We want to invite you to
our club.  I mean it's nothing special, just a number of nice couples
flocking together each Saturday night to have fun.  You see, the idea was
that if you aren't with your friends you feel more comfortable, as whatever
you do, your friends won't gossip over it.  So it's kind of easy going
there.  Very casual and the drinks are on the house.  Members pay a modest
fee per month and that's all.  Of course should you decide to come so won't
have pay anything.  You would be our guests.  What do you say?'

   Harry looked at Sally doubtfully.  He had heard of private clubs before
and not always to the best.  But it seemed Sally was quite favorable and
before he could warn her, she accepted and they got the card and promised
to meet them there at eight.

   Harry felt a little strange about it.  Sally didn't want to talk about
it.  She called him a fool not to trust Frankie and Johnny.  They were
friends of Jess and they both knew that Jess and Marie weren't the kind to
accept anybody's friendship lightly.

   'So,' Sally said, 'if they're good enough for Jess and Marie, they're
good enough for us.  What do you expect, some crazy S and M setup or an
opium den?  It'll do us good to break out of our usual circles once in a
while.  I've got sick and tired seeing the same faces all over.'

   Except it was you who drove me away from most of my old friends, he
added in his mind.  Jess is the only one still there, but only because he
married your old friend Marie.  But he had given up arguing against female
logic long ago, so he swallowed his doubts.

   At five to eight they stood in front of the address on the card,
wondering where the club was supposed to be.  The number on the card was
there all right, but it was a plain house, although rather big, with
nothing to indicate it wasn't a private residence.  It even had a nameplate
on top of the doorbell saying J.  Doe.  Frankie and Johnny arrived a couple
of minutes later, with the usual "sorry, no parking lot".  Johnny rang the
bell while explaining that they didn't want publicity and the name John Doe
was a fake, just to keep nosy neighbors at bay.  Inside they found
themselves in a rather interesting hall that apparently stretched over most
of the ground floor.  It was filled with couches, chairs and tables, not
unlike a real club.  A couple of men and women stood or sat around, all
with a drink in their hands and some with cigarettes too.  Harry twitched
inwardly.  He and Sally had both been smokers for a period in their lives
and both had given it up long before they became friends and so had most of
their friends.  Wherever they met with Jess, Marie and others the few
remaining smokers were banned to the back porch or balcony.  Now he would
get a full load of second hand smoke.  At least the smell wasn't all that
strong.  Apparently the house had a fairly good ventilation system.

   Johnny showed them the way to the well assorted bar and they helped
themselves to drinks.  Sally had vodka like always and Harry took a Scotch.
That earned him a stare from Sally.  Harry rarely drank spirits but today
he felt like bracing up.  He still had that feeling of looming disaster,
although he couldn't say what kind of catastrophe he feared.  Then he
noticed Sally had gulped down her vodka pretty fast.  Usually she would sip
on a single drink for hours.  So she was uneasy too, Harry thought. 
Interesting!

   Frankie, who had been around greeting others, returned and took them
both by their shoulders.

   'I'll introduce you to the others now.  What do you think?  Shall we
start with a round of card games afterwards?  We have special variety of
poker we often play here.'

   Cute, Harry thought, next she's gonna tell us it's strip poker!  Like in
fucking college!  Aloud he said nothing, except his name when introduced to
the couples.  Most of them seemed to be around forty and all looked quite
well.  In fact some of the women were real beauties.  Well, he thought, I
mustn't be ashamed of Sally.  Although, of the other six women present
except Frankie and Sally, two had made his pulse speed up.  One was a
gorgeous Latina, with bulging hips and boobs and a full round face.  Pity
she smoked, but then he had to admit she looked even sexier with her slim
and extra long cigarette.  The cork tip of the cigarette was almost as long
as half of a regular cigarette.  The dark traces of lipstick smeared on the
cork end made him gasp, so alluring did it all look.  Strange, he thought,
I have never seen it this way, but she sure looks fucking sexy with her
cigarette.

   The other women that had made him swallow was a taller brunette with
ice-blue eyes and a trace of freckles.  She wasn't voluptuous like the
Latina, but she spread a sort of subdued sexuality no healthy man could
ignore.  And she too smoked.  The cigarette she held was an all white one.
It smelled a bit different, probably a menthol cigarette.  He hadn't
retained the names, never could when he was introduced to more than two
people.  One thing had struck him when he made the round.  The men had
hardly looked at him, while all the women had stared at him and sized him
up like he was a prize-bull.  It did of course flatter him, but it left
behind a strange feeling at the back of his head.

   'Hey, who wants to join the card game?' The Latina shouted across the
room giggling.  Harry startled.

   Sally, obviously more daring then he after her second vodka, took him by
the hand and dragged him towards a big round table in the back of the room.
On the table were several decks of cards, five big astray and a humidor
with it's lid open so Harry could see it held some medium sized cigars of a
dark brown color.  Gosh, soon he would need an oxygen mask, Harry thought.

   By and by they all gathered around the table.  The Latina squashed her
cigarette in the nearest ashtray and took a cigar from the wooden humidor.
Clipped to the lid of the box were the inevitable cigar accessories, a
small knife for clipping and a big metal lighter.  The Latina, Jenny as he
remembered now, clipped the end of the cigar and turned to a rack on the
wall form where she took a box of oversized matches.

   'I hate gas lighters for cigars.' she mumbled along the cigar in her
mouth for no one in particular.

   She held the big flame of the match against the end of the cigar and
started to puff with caved in cheeks, till the glow extended evenly across
the diameter of the cigar, all the while rolling it back and forth.  Harry
could see how her tongue caressed the tip of the cigar, like it was a
lollipop.  For no reason he felt his dick stiffen.  Two of the men and
another woman he hadn't seen to smoke before, helped themselves to cigars
too.  The woman was a small blonde with a rather plain but friendly face
and more stocky body.

   While the others took turns on the cigar box, he watched Jenny puff and
then inhale lustfully on her cigar.  Wow, he thought, I couldn't do that. I
would choke on it.  He should have been disgusted but instead his dick was
fully erect now.

   The next thing he knew, Sally took a cigar too.  He glared at her in
shock, unable to utter a single syllable.  Unimpressed by his horrified
stare, Sally clipped the cigar and took it between her lips.  She did it
somewhat clumsily but good enough.  Then she took the gas lighter and lit
the cigar.  After a few puffs, she tried to inhale.  She choked of course,
as she had taken way too much smoke in, the way she used to when she had
been smoking cigarettes years before.  The little blonde whispered
something in her ear and Sally now took it a lot easier, puffing a lot and
inhaling only slightly.  A cold sweat erupted on Harry's forehead.  Where
am I?  He asked himself, but then his thoughts were interrupted by Laura,
the dark haired woman.  She hadn't taken to cigars.

   'Now, for the benefit of our guests, Harry and Sally, I will explain the
rules of our card game.  We play straight poker, no frills.  We call it the
strip or kiss game.  Each has to throw a piece of clothes on the table. 
The winner takes all and has the right to put his piece back on.  If a
loser wants to keep on his or her clothes, she or he has to kiss the
winner. So it's up to you.'

   Nice variation, Harry thought.  What if I'm stripped to my underwear and
the winner is a man?  Do I have to French kiss a man to get my stuff back?
He didn't have much time to pursue his line of thought as the cards dealt
by the Latina were all in front of him.  It was hard to concentrate.  He
caught himself staring at his wife all the time.  She had mastered the
technique now and he saw her inhale without difficulty.  Sally felt his
gaze and defiantly blew a stream into his face.  Harry prepared to cough,
but the smoke smelt surprisingly pleasant.  Harsh, but nice too and it
didn't really bother him.  He looked back into his cards.  Two jacks, a
three of spades, a five and a ten of hearts.  Everybody looked at him. 
Then he remembered and took off his tie.  Together with his tie he
discarded the three odd cards and kept the two jacks.  In the end, it was
one named Robert who won the round.  They all abandoned their clothes.  The
women had given scarves or shoes.

   Half an hour later Harry was getting uncomfortable.  Sally had but one
choice now, reveal her breasts or kiss a guy, a stocky red-faced man that
went by the name of Red.  Sally had smoked more then half of her cigar and
inhaled on it like it was a cigarette.  Harry hoped Sally would either give
away her bra or rise to leave.  That she would kiss another man like
Frankie had done with the tall silver-haired guy named Peter was out of the
question, of course.  Not his Sally!  Frankie had kissed Peter with obvious
passion.  Not only had they checked their tonsils for almost a minute, no,
the guy had gripped Frankie's ass and Frankie had embraced him.  Johnny had
looked quite pleased, like he wanted to proclaim "look how good a kisser my
wife is!" Horrible.

   'I'll go for the kiss!' he heard Sally proclaim.  NO!  That couldn't be.
But then maybe she would try to steal herself out of the deal with a peck
was Harry's last hope.  Sally however robbed him of all his illusions.  He
could clearly see how their tongues entangled and while Sally caressed the
guy's buttocks while the guy in turn had his thumbs right below the cups of
her bra.  When Sally reached back for the clip of her bra, he thought his
head would explode.  Sally deliberately took it off to allow the guy to put
his filthy fingers on Sally's delicate breast!  Infamy!  He wanted to
shout. But he kept silent and he noticed horrified that he had a hard on.

   The fact that Sally had opened her bra seemed to be a signal for the
others.  Johnny took the stubby blonde by the hand and the two of them went
to a nearby couch and engaged in what couldn't be but a hot foreplay.  Soon
almost everybody including Sally had marched off to a more comfortable
place and they all seemed to prepare for a hot fuck.  Harry felt like he
had turned to ice.  Then Frankie came to him, as she had stayed behind too.
She took his hand and guided a numbed Harry to a free couch.  At first he
sat there and looked into the air, seemingly oblivious of his surroundings.
His nightmare had come true!  Frankie, who knew well what was going on
inside him, unclipped her own bra and standing in front of the seated
Harry, pressed her naked breasts into his face.  This had the desired
effect.  Harry shook off his stupor and realized a dream had just come
true. To hell with Sally!  Naked Frankie stood there and wanted him to fuck
her.  Without hesitation, he ripped off her panties, got rid of his shorts
and in no time he had her under him on the carpet.

   Harry's thrusts were forceful, almost brutal, making Frankie's head
bounce.  She hadn't been wet when he penetrated her, although now she was.
He had felt a deep desire to hurt her, but instead she seemed ecstatic,
crying out "harder Harry, harder" till her words trailed of in a moan that
came from the back of her throat.  He crushed her with his weight and
kissed her brutally.  Still she responded with mounting groans and then she
launched into a strong orgasm, almost biting off his tongue.  Harry didn't
feel like spurting off inside her, so he withdrew.

   In the corner of his eye he saw Sally riding the red-faced guy.  His
anger grew.  Sally had never wanted to ride him.  Now she even had a cigar
in her mouth and smoke trailed out of her nostrils and along her cigar. 
Her muffled moans reached his ears.  The Latina named Jenny came up to him
and the sight of her big bouncing breasts turned his mind away from
treacherous Sally.  She blew a big cloud of heavy cigar smoke in his face
and crushed his lips with hers.  He had expected to be disgusted by the
taste left behind by the cigar, but to his utter surprise it actually
tasted good.  Even the smell around her was alluring.  Soon the touch of
her hard nipples and the tickle of her wiry tuft against his loins helped
him forget Sally's treason for the moment.  Jenny wanted him to lie down
and gave him a memorable ride.  This time he reached his his climax all
right.  The generous hips and breasts of Jenny hadn't failed on him.  She
was much softer than skinny Sally and her hips covered a lot of his skin.
Even her intimate parts smelled different, sweeter and musky.  Somehow he
managed to go on a little beyond his own climax and Jenny cried out in
ecstasy.

   When Jenny released him, he rose on his elbows and looked around.  What
he saw of Sally made him gulp.  His jealous confusion exploded again. 
There she was entangled with another man, a tall, silver-haired guy,
lustfully smoking a cigarette and kissing with the guy.  The pang of anger
and disappointment was almost unbearable.

   The drink helped numb him a bit and he just sat on a chair facing the
wall.  He didn't want to see it any more.  A soft hand stroked his head. 
It was Laura, the tall dark-haired woman with the chilling eyes.  He turned
and she squatted near his chair so that their faces were on the same level.

   'Mad at your wife that she has some illicit fun?'

   Her breath smelt strongly of smoke, with a special note from the menthol
in her cigarettes.  All he could do was nod.

   'Oh, dear, you men always react that way the first time.  You're always
ready to have some extra fun on the side, but as soon as your beloved one
claims the same rights, you turn into paternalistic assholes.'

   Harry wanted to protest.  He had never cheated on Sally before, but then
he realized that he had done exactly that only minutes before and he
couldn't even claim he hadn't liked it.  In fact he had just learned that
darker women could be just as sexy as blondes.  So he stared at the wall
again.  He heard a lighter flick, a deep sigh and then Laura placed her
hand on his cheek and turned his had back towards her.  She pressed her
lips on his, mad him part his teeth with her tongue and off they went.  Her
kiss somehow drove away his depressive mood.  The block of ice in his
bowels melted and he started to enjoy the taste of her mouth.  Slowly she
began to blow the smoke from her lungs into him.  Involuntarily he sucked
it in.  It was very mellow and he felt next to nothing.

   'Want a real smoky kiss?' she asked after they parted their lips.

   Harry nodded.  He hadn't thought of smoking, not even after he saw that
Sally had at least for the night turned into a full-time smoker again. 
However the charm of this dark Celtic beauty did not fail on him.  She took
a really big hit on her cigarette, a triple pump, and then they kissed
again.  This time when he felt she started to blow, he deliberately sucked
the smoke in.  The old familiar rush was there and to his surprise his dick
had suddenly hardened.  Laura had been prepared for it.  She took propped
herself up on the table, extending an inviting backside towards him.  He
needed no extra invitation and soon all he thought of was the prickly
sensation on the tip of his dick.  She was hot inside and pleasantly tight,
almost like a teenager.  At first the fact that she kept smoking irritated
him, but the smoke billowing out of her mouth and nose looked strangely
sexy.  It had never before occurred to him how sexy a female smoker could
look.  He embraced her from behind and cupped her breasts.  They were
rather small, but astoundingly firm and had huge nipples.  Her tight ass
bumped pleasantly into his loins with every thrust.  He found himself
flying off on the tide-wave of his climax, forgetting the world around him.

   Laura blew a last cloud of smoke and stubbed out her cigarette.  During
their act she had kept chaining her Luxury Length Salems and filled the
ashtray.

   'Feeling better now?' she asked with a wink.

   He was about to confirm, when his eyes met Sally's.  She winked at him,
smiling.  What he saw horrified him however.  She wasn't just with one man.
They lay sideways on the carpet, Johnny and another man, both facing Sally
that lay between them.  One had his dick into her slit and the other one,
oh infamy!  In her anus!  Both pumped hard on her.  The sight of the big
organ sliding rapidly in and out his wife's backside was more than he could
take.  Harry turned and plunged for the bathroom.  He retched over the
toilet but nothing came up from his stomach.

   'My, my, the first time!' A voice said behind him.  It was Erna, the
plump blonde.  She had a bodice on but no panties.  Somehow her tummy
filling in her bodice and her huge sagging boobs looked absolutely sexy
that way.  She knelt behind him and pressed her ample flesh against his
back.

   'C'mon, don't be a fool.  Have some fun, man.  Let's get drunk
together.'

   That sounded to Harry like a good idea.  He followed Erna back to the
main room and they sat on a free couch.  Erna produced a bottle of Tequila
and they took turns on it, drinking directly from the bottle.  She pressed
herself into his side and slowly he felt the tension easy a bit, both from
the alcohol and her smell, a milky, sheep-like odor, not unlike Sally's
smell after a hot shower.  Erna left him to take something from her purse.
It was a metal cylinder, almost a foot long, with a screwed on cap at one
end.  She turned back to him and started to open whatever that thing was.
Out came a huge cigar.

   'Wanna share a Jeroboam with me?'

   Harry nodded.  He was getting quite drunk and he didn't care about
health hazards, in fact not about his wife turning slut and about anything
else either.  He would share the cigar with her.  It looked like it held
enough tobacco to give you instant lung cancer, but what the heck.  Erna
took the big thing into her mouth and with an oversized match started to
light it.  It took hard labor, but in the end she had it burning and lent
back with a sigh, bowing a plume of aromatic smoke.  Then she puffed once
more on it and tried to inhale.  She had to suck a lot and she inhaled
twice till she seemed satisfied.  Still the smoke she exhaled looked rather
thin.

   'These things have a personality.  It's not easy to get to the smoke.'
She said giggling.  She tried it again, more successfully this time.  The
amount of smoke she exhaled was astonishing.

   'Here, take a hit.' She told Harry, offering him the cigar.  He took it
and doubtfully placed it into his mouth.  He almost choked on the mere size
of the cigar, but he wanted to get thru with it.  The part in his mouth was
soaked with Erna's saliva and tasted bitter, but he closed his lips around
it and started to drag.  At first nothing came, except more of the bitter
taste.  Then he remembered to puff and this seemed to work.  He puffed
repeatedly and then tried to inhale.  Suddenly he felt like his lungs would
burst.  His throat was afire and it was like it had swollen tight so he
couldn't exhale.  The rush in his head was quite mild however.  He felt
pleasantly dizzy.  Slowly his throat relaxed and he exhaled the smoke.

   'Not easy when you do it the first time.' Erna commented.  Like to prove
her wrong he took another hit.  He almost coughed but then he managed to
get the smoke down and the rush was stronger now, but still not sickening.
He handed the monster back to Erna.  She took it eagerly and took two good
hits on it in rapid succession.

   'Hey, Harry!  It is Harry, isn't it?' He nodded.  'I know what you need
right now.  A cigar flavored BJ'

   He had to think twice but then he understood.  Well, why not.  He had
somehow become forty without ever having received a BJ.  He might have been
tempted to ask Sally, but apart from her rather prudish attire, he felt
like he would humiliate her with it, so he never asked.  But Erna had
volunteered, so why not.  She knelt in front of him and took his still limp
organ into her mouth.  It tickled, but her tongue, which now worked on the
underside of his glans, felt really good and soon he felt his dick swell
again.  His eyes wandered around the room and he saw Sally do exactly the
same to the red-face, while again being penetrated from behind by the
silver-haired guy.  Somehow he didn't really care about Sally's excesses
any more.  What a wonderful thing a BJ was.  The way she alternated between
the cigar and his organ looked awesome.  Then he decided it wasn't fair to
let Erna do all the work.  He took her face into his hands.  Kissed her
softly on the lips and suggested they should do the 69.  She was very eager
and so he wound up with her ample body on top of him, her full thighs
almost suffocating him.  He started to lick her while she went on with her
part.  He felt her growing arousal till she convulsed not only around his
tongue but also with her whole body, crying out of satisfaction.  Slowly
she rolled of him, sweaty and panting.

   The extortion had sobered him up somewhat.  Sally had taken again to
riding.  The "horse" this time was a smaller man, husband of Erna, as it
seemed.  She had another cigar clenched between her teeth.  When she saw
him, she waved him to come near.  Harry moved slowly, not sure what he was
supposed to do.  What need had Sally for him while she fucked another man?
But he went to her and she surprised him by taking out the cigar and
forcing him into a passionate French kiss.  Erna hadn't "finished" on him
before and his dick still bounced up and down.  Sally whispered in his ear:

   'Frankie could use a hard on now.' and pushed him towards Frankie.

   She sat alone, smoking a cigarette, with a bored expression on her face.
He hadn't seen her smoke before and somehow she looked very sexy with the
long slim cigarette between her fingers.  When he sat near her, she looked
at him and without a word started to kiss him.  Her kiss had stared as a
soft and gentle one but she grew more exited by the second.  Finally she
dragged him to the floor and they started into the classical missionary
position.  But she wasn't satisfied and finally she asked him to give her
an anal act.  On a nearby table someone had left an open jar of Vaseline
and Frankie spread some of it on his reddened and hard dick.

   He wondered what Frankie and for that matter Sally felt when such a big
thing forced it's way inside them.  To him it felt surprisingly good.  It
was tight but pleasant.  He began to trust in and out and to his surprise
Frankie behaved like she did indeed enjoy it too.  Fine, Harry thought,
seems like gays do know what they do after all.  When Frankie began to
growl and moan he allowed himself to spurt out too and extracted his limp
dick.  Frankie turned and gave him a good French kiss.  Then she took him
by the hand and led him to the bathroom.  She mad him sit on the lid of the
toilet and propped herself against the basin.

   'Everybody will be leaving soon and you have to know a few things before
you leave.' she started, puffing smoke from a cigarette she had picked up
on their way to the bathroom.

   'What comes out of this for the two of you is your own affair entirely,
but!' she made a small pause to drag on her cigarette.  'But, you are not
supposed to ever try to carry anything of what happened here to the outside
world.  Don't even try to get in touch with one of the ladies.  She will
deny ever having known you.  If you meet accidentally, act like a normal
acquaintance.  The rules are quite clear.  Whatever happens here mustn't be
carried on outside.  Some come here every week and then they can pick it up
where they have dropped before, but never outside.  Should anybody start an
affair with someone he has met here, he's banned form the club and so is
the lady.'

   Harry nodded.  That sounded reasonable.  But then something occurred to
him.

   'What about the four of us?'

   That made Frankie laugh.

   'Why nothing.  We might decide at some point to make a private session,
only the four of us with due discretion, but only if we all want it.  There
will be no affair between you and me or Sally and my hubby.  We love each
other and I hope you love each other too.'

   She took a king size hit on her cigarette and went on instructing him.

   'If you don't feel like it, we don't have to meet again, except here if
you should decide to join the club.  But for now you'd best take Sally
home. I know you feel awkward.  Don't forget you did no less then her!  If
you're nice to her, your marriage can only gain from this experience, but
one wrong word and you'll both need attorneys.'

   Harry slowly realized she was right.  He had no right to be jealous.  He
wondered how they could look into each other's eyes again.  He strolled
back to the main room just in time to see Sally kiss heavily with the plump
Erna.  Both were fondling each other's breasts and seemed quite hot.  Harry
grinned.  He had never been against bisexual women.  The sight of two women
engaged in a hot encounter always aroused him.

   Sally realized he stood there and after a peck on the other woman's
mouth, she stood up and placed her hands on Harry's shoulders.  She stared
in his eyes trying to figure out his state of mind.  Harry beamed. 
Suddenly he felt a warm affection for her.  He took her hand and said:

   'Let's go home, Honey.  We both had enough for one night.'

   They dressed slowly and carefully.  Harry had to help her because she
was either exhausted or drunk, most probably both, Harry thought.  Sally
told him to wait a minute and when she returned from the other end of the
room, she held a pack of cigarettes in her hand.  He looked at her
questioning, but said nothing.  Sally ignored his stare.

   They walked the few steps to the parking lot nearby, both looking away
and avoiding touching the other.  Harry unlocked the car with the remote
and climbed the driver seat of their BMW X5.  Sally fell in the other seat.
She pushed the electric lighter and took a cigarette from the pack.  Again
Harry looked at her but said nothing.  He reached out to turn the key and
start the engine but then he took his hand away again.  The lighter popped
out and Sally lit her cigarette.  She took a double drag and exhaled a big
cloud of smoke that filled the inside of the car.  Harry turned his head
towards her and watched her taking another lustful hit on her cigarette. 
She turned towards him and suddenly like on the flick of a hypnotist's
fingers they fell into each other's arms and started to kiss with a passion
unequaled by any kiss they remembered.  When they were near asphyxia they
had to part their lips but they still held each other close.

   'Do you mind my cigarette?' Sally asked shyly.

   Harry reached for the cigarette between her fingers and took it to her
lips for an answer.  She dragged endlessly and without exhaling sealed his
lips with hers.  After a while Harry started to suck for the smoke she held
the way he had learned from another woman that night.  Sally released the
smoke into his lungs and giggled happily.  Then she covered his face with
tiny kisses.  Without another word, she raised her skirt and arched up to
make room for Harry to slide over to her seat.  They engaged in fierce
lovemaking and their climax came with an intensity that sent them reeling.
Harry felt like the spasm of his ejaculation wouldn't end and Sally kept
shuddering and moaning.





   'Hi Marie, what's up?'

   'Oh, uh, well, I wanted to know how your weekend went.'

   'Fine, just fine.'

   'Talked to Frankie?'

   'Actually yes, we had them here Friday night.'

   'And did she mention something about a club?'

   'Yes, she invited us there.'

   'And...?'

   'And what?...  MARIE!  Don't tell me you and Jess...'

   'Well, to tell the truth...'

   'NO!  Thank God we didn't meet you there.'

   'Now c'mon Sally, tell me, how did it go?  How does Harry feel about
it?'

   'Well, what shall I say?  I'm still sore, hahaha and Harry?  I doubt he
has never been such a caring husband and hot lover ever before.'

   'Thank God it worked for you too.  I'm so happy for you.'

   'So it was all your idea?'

   'Mostly, yes.  It worked miracles for our love life and as lately it was
obvious you too were in trouble, I thought it might help you just the same
as it did help us.'

   'Guess I have to thank you.  You know, Harry and I do it sometimes in
the morning too now.  '

   'Sally?'

   'Yes.'

   'Do I hear you smoke there?'

   'Well, yeah.  I kinda picked it up again at the club and now I can't
stop again.  Actually I don't want to.  I wonder why I ever stopped.'

   'But doesn't Harry mind?'

   'Nah, not in the least.'

   'I can't believe you!  Anti-fucking-smoke Harry?'

   'Surprised me too, you know.  He doesn't even mind when I smoke while
he, err, well while we...'

   'You're making fun of me, Sally.'

   'No Marie, it's true.  He enjoys it.  He even kisses me and sucks the
smoke from me.'

   'You know, Sally, I think next time I take Jess to the club I'll take a
carton of Newports with me.'

   The End