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 Best of Friends by Alden Bradley Copyright December 2002

   The four of us were sitting in a booth at the local waffle house late
one night when Carolyn broached the subject.

   "Has anybody else considered the four of us swapping?"

   "Swapping what?" my husband asked.

   "Mates, you dolt," Carolyn shot at him.

   "You're kidding," I said.  "Tell me you're kidding."

   "We've been fucking around together for, what, four years?" Carolyn
said. "The four of us.  We do everything together.  Why not this?"

   "Chill out, Carolyn," her husband, Bob told her.

   "I'm fine," Carolyn retorted.  "I was just wondering if anybody else had
thought about it." She leveled her eyes on me.  "Aren't we the best of
friends?"

   Carolyn is short, maybe five-four.  She wears her blonde hair long, but
usually in a wrap or bun.  Lately, I'd noticed she'd taken to silky
blouses, frilly bras you could see under the blouses, and wearing her hair
long.  Her skirts were short and usually had slits to show off her tanned
and strong thighs.  Carolyn had the legs to show off.  I envied her their
curve and development.

   As for me, I'm taller, close to five-seven.  Dark hair, cut short
because it's easier to take care of.  Russ claims I've got great tits. 
They're 36D's.  I don't look bad for a woman of thirty-three.  My belly's
got a little pouch, but it's smooth.  I think my hips are a bit wide, but
Russ says they're great for hanging on to.

   Russ has the same hair color as mine.  But, where my eyes are dark, he's
got azure blue eyes.  Those eyes transfixed me when I first met him.  I
just melted.  He's not very tall, only about five-six.  But, he plays
racquetball all the time.  He's nicely shaped by his exercise, and
incredibly considerate.  He's the perfect guy for me.

   Bob was a handsome guy, there was no denying it.  At one time a jock at
a minor college, he was six foot and well built, probably the result of
swimming laps in his pool every day or so.  He had short, blond hair, a
nice smile, good white teeth, and a package that his swimsuit showed off
well.  But, in truth, though I'd wondered, the thought of screwing him
hadn't entered my mind, really.  Until very recently.

   I looked at Russ, my husband.  He had a smirk on his face.

   "Yeah," I said, more in anger at Russ' snide smile than anything.  "I've
sort of wondered what it would be like with Bob."

   Russ' smirk disappeared.  "You have?"

   "Sure.  He looks good in that swimsuit.  I told you that."

   "Would you be pissed off, Russ?" Carolyn probed him.

   Russ shrugged.  "I don't know."

   Bob frowned.  "I think this has gone far enough.  We're about to start a
fight."

   "No we're not," Carolyn said.  "We're having an adult discussion."

   Bob snorted.

   "I'll bet you," Carolyn continued, "that I can keep Russ busy enough
that he wouldn't get pissed off."

   "Carolyn," Bob said, somewhat more subdued, "this is making everybody
uncomfortable?"

   "Oh, come off it, Tiger.  You want her, too.  Be a man.  Confess."

   Bob looked across the table at me.  He smiled gingerly.  Then he
shrugged.

   "Sure," he said, affably.  "Deena's a babe."

   I blushed.  I could feel the hotness in my face.

   "See," Carolyn stated triumphantly.  "We've all been thinking about it.
Let's do it."

   "Wait a minute," I protested.

   "What?" she said.  "Let's go back to our place and just do it.  Bob, you
take Deena with you and I'll ride with Russ."

   "I didn't say I wanted to," Russ offered.

   "Honey," Carolyn told him, "inside of ten minutes, you'll be fine.  I
promise."

   "Wait just a goddamned minute," I said, louder.

   "What?" Carolyn was just as loud as I had been.

   "This," I started, then struggled for the right words.  "I'm not sure
this is a good idea."

   Now Carolyn was exasperated.  "What the hell is the matter with you,
Deena?"

   "Maybe she's has some real concerns.  Maybe she's afraid, Carolyn," Bob
offered.  He sounded genuine..

   "Is that it?  Are you afraid?  What are you afraid of?" Carolyn asked,
impatience snapping off the words.

   How could I explain all the emotions roiling around within me?  Fear was
certainly one of them.  Uncertainty was in there, too.  There was also a
tinge of excitement, the possibility of tasting forbidden fruits.  But, I
was worried about Russ.  I admitted to myself I was unsure of him.  Would
he forsake me for this blonde vixen who claimed to be my friend?

   "Yeah, there's some of that," I admitted.  "I mean, what's going to
happen to us?"

   Carolyn fixed her gaze on me.  Her blue eyes were sparkling, but her
face looked absolutely serene.

   "We're going to get laid, Dee," she said.  "That's all."

   "It's not that simple.  It can't be that simple.  Everything will
change. It always does."

   "What are you talking about?"

   "Pick any of our friends who's had an affair.  Just look at them. 
They're different.  Their relationships are different.  Somebody always
gets hurt."

   "I didn't say I wanted to do this," Russ said, again, surprising me.

   "Shut the fuck up, Russ," I said, nastily.  "You and I both know the
truth."

   The truth was that Carolyn fascinated my husband.

   "If she wasn't married, and I wasn't married to you," he'd confessed to
me, "I'd put a four engine rush on her."

   It hurt.  He'd tried to salve my injury.

   "I'd never do it now, though," he said "I'm married to you, Deena. 
That's the most important thing to me."

   We used humor to recover.  I teased him about it.  Every time I did, he
would profess that he wouldn't pursue her.  I took to calling her his
"Golden Goddess." She was the unassailable icon of his fantasy.  Now, all
of a sudden, she was available, it seemed.  It made me a little
uncomfortable.

   "We all know the truth," Bob said, his face in a gentle, sympathetic
smile.

   "Really," Carolyn agreed.

   "Really?" Russ sounded astonished.

   "All our little bedroom secrets are coming out," Carolyn laughed,
breaking some of the tension.  "We've all got the hots for each other. 
We've all used the fantasies of one another to spark up our bedroom
activities.  Haven't we?"

   "We have," Bob confirmed.

   "I blindfold him," she told me, "and tell him to imagine it's you that's
riding him.  He loves it.  Sometimes he returns the favor, telling me it's
Russ's cock pumping into me.  It's the absolute hottest."

   "Don't you guys do the same?" Bob asked.

   "Kind of," Russ admitted, smiling at me.  "Tell them about the dream."

   "I was mortified, at first," I began.  "I've never had a thought about
being unfaithful to Russ.  But, I did have this dream that Bob came out of
the pool one day.  He was walking toward me and was suddenly naked.  When I
looked down at myself, I was naked, too.  He made love to me right there
behind the pool shed, on the grass."

   "No shit," Bob said.

   I nodded.

   "How was I?"

   "Please," I begged him.  "It was a dream."

   "So, it was good."

   "Yeah."

   "See?" Carolyn said.  "We've all played this out before, consciously or
subconsciously.  We're friends.  We're even more than that.  We're best of
friends.  We're just going to have some fun together."

   My doubts stayed solid.  "I can't do this," I told them.  "I just
can't."

   Bob took up the argument.  "I'd be the last one to pressure you to do
something you don't want to, Dee.  You know that.  But, I'd really like to
hear what you're thinking."

   "What I'm thinking is that this will damage us," I began.  "It will
change our relationship.  It will ruin our relationship.  We won't ever be
able to trust one another again."

   "Hey, wait a minute," Carolyn cut in.  "We're not talking about
cheating, here.  Nobody's going to go sneaking around screwing somebody and
destroying trust.  We're talking about is expanding our relationship and
having a good time together.  All of us."

   The emotions were boiling up within me.  It's the damnedest thing.  Any
strong emotion makes me weep.  I can't control it.  I absolutely hate it. I
know people think I'm weak, but that's not it.  I just weep when I feel
something strongly.  Like now.

   As the tears pooled in my eyes and spilled over, I confessed my
strongest fears.

   "Russ is already in love with you, Carolyn.  Don't you think this would
reinforce that?"

   "Oh, for corn sake, Dee," she scoffed.

   "It's true," I protested, dabbing at my eyes with a napkin.  "He's been
in love with you for just forever."

   "Of course he is," Bob said.  "But, that doesn't mean he doesn't love
you.  Does it, Russ?"

   "No." Russ looked cowed.

   "What the hell does that mean," I snarled at him.  "No?  No, what?  No,
you don't love me?"

   Russ exhaled a long, exasperated sigh.  "It means, no, of course I love
you.  I love you, Dee.  Always have.  Always will.  Maybe we ought to just
go home."

   Bob threw up a hand to tell Russ to wait.  "And," he said, "he loves
Carolyn, too.  We all do.  In the same way as we all love you, Dee.  Hey!
We're friends.  We love each other."

   That really got my waterworks going.  What had been the occasional
dribble and drip turned into a steady stream.

   "I know we are," I sobbed.  "Oh, goddamn it!  I hate it when this
happens!"

   "Really!" Carolyn snapped.

   That started me to giggling.  So, there I sat, weeping and giggling at
the same time.  Everybody else started chuckling as well.  The intense
tension was broken.

   Bob knelt next to me.  He gave me a gentle little kiss on the temple and
put his lips next to my ear.

   "See, Dee.  I love you, too," he whispered.  "And I'd like nothing
better than to hold you in my arms and to make that dream you had come
true."

   The image of that dream crashed back into my mind.  The waterworks
switched location.  Suddenly, I had the sensation of sitting on a damp
little cushion.

   So, we did it.  Just like Carolyn said, I went with Bob.  Russ stopped
to pay the tab and Carolyn stayed with him.

   I climbed into the passenger seat of Bob's car and snapped my seatbelt.
He started it up, put it in reverse and backed out of the parking space. 
When we were headed toward his place he looked at me and smiled.

   "You know, I've been waiting for this," he admitted.

   "Which part?" I asked.  "Carolyn losing her mind or the prospect of
screwing me?"

   He laughed.  "Well, Carolyn mentioned this to me several weeks ago. 
When she started wearing those sexier clothes?  We've been having some
pretty hot sessions talking about making these fantasies a reality."

   "You know, I lied," I lied.  "Fact it, I really haven't been fantasizing
about you."

   "Oh." He sounded dejected.

   I don't know why I said it.  Maybe it was a hold-over from the days of
playing hard to get.  It seemed important that he didn't think I was
creaming for him, even though I had.

   "It's okay, though.  I think you are good looking.  And, I have noticed
you in your pool."

   "And, there was that dream you had."

   "Yeah."

   "So, you're going to be okay?"

   I made up my mind.  I wasn't going to be okay.  I was going to have a
blast.

   "Yeah, Bob.  I'm going to be fine.  I'm going to enjoy this."

   I put my hand on his thigh and rubbed it up and down.  I knew that kind
of contact would have an effect on him.  It was a real signal that I was up
for what I knew was going to happen.

   We arrived at the house about five minutes before Russ and Carolyn.  Bob
led me into the kitchen and we made drinks for everyone.  When my husband
and his wife finally arrived, we took our drinks into the den.

   "Put on one of the movies," Carolyn told Bob.  "One of the good ones. 
Then start the stereo.  I want to dance."

   Bob located a tape and slipped it home in the VCR.  Then he picked out a
few CDs, slapped them in the changer and started the music.

   Carolyn set her drink down and pulled Russ to his feet.  She wrapped her
arms around his neck and started swaying slowly to the music.  Russ had no
choice but to sway with her.

   "You want to dance?" Bob asked me.

   "Sure, why not."

   We stood next to Russ and Carolyn and swayed almost in direct opposition
to them.  Bob's hands wrapped around my waist.  It didn't take long before
he was feeling up my ass, and pulling me into him.  I could feel his member
pressing against my leg.

   In the background, images flickered on the video.  A girl was servicing
two guys.  She had one cock in each hand and was alternating licking the
hard dicks.

   "Mmmm," Carolyn hummed.  "I like that.  I like the feeling that you want
me."

   It was obvious Russ' member was straining to get out of his pants.

   Carolyn dropped her hands to Russ' chest and started undoing the buttons
on his shirt.  I looked up to Bob's face and saw him watching her undress
my husband.  The lower she got with the buttons on Russ' shirt, the harder
Bob pulled my hips into his.  I lay my head on his shoulder and kissed his
neck.  He smelled wonderful.

   "I'm going to like this," I whispered in his ear.

   Bob twisted his head down and our lips met in a first, tentative kiss.
The second had no hesitation in it at all.  Bob's tongue split my lips and
I sucked it into my mouth.  I laved it with my own, holding him with
suction and moving mine all around his.  When he withdrew it, mine followed
and I slid it all around his mouth, feeling his sharp teeth and warm mouth.

   Carolyn had Russ' shirt and T-shirt off.  She was busy nibbling at his
nipples.  I heard Russ gasp with the sensation.  I'd never done that with
him.  I didn't realize his nipples were so sensitive.  I'd have to remember
that.

   Bob's hands left my ass and traveled up to cup my breasts.  I groaned as
his fingers plucked across my nipples.  I had to pull my mouth away from
his to gasp for air.  Then I crushed my lips into his again as he continued
his gentle assault on my breasts.

   On the video screen, the gal had repositioned herself over the top of
one of the guys and was lowering herself onto his cock.  The other guy
stood in front of her, his member lodged in her mouth.  My own pussy
flooded with juices both from the image on the screen and Bob's attention
to my chest.

   Bob backed away from me and looked into my eyes.  "Your top," he said.

   I grabbed the bottom hem of my little tank-top and pulled it over my
head.  My dark bra contrasted with the light skin of my breasts.  Bob
gently eased the straps off my shoulders, then reached behind me to unclasp
the latches.  In seconds I was topless, and Bob was bending over to capture
my nipples between his lips.  I held his head as he suckled, jolts of
electricity flashing through my whole body.  Bob's teeth grazed the nipple,
and his tongue flicked across it.  The dampness down below became a virtual
flood.

   Carolyn was also topless by now.  She pressed her tits into Russ' chest.
Her lips moved up and down his shoulder to his neck and back.  I could hear
Russ groan as she hit that sensitive location where his neck joined the
shoulder.  Sensing an erogenous zone, Carolyn latched on and nibbled, bit,
and tongue-lashed that spot.  Russ groaned louder.

   "Are you hot for me, baby?" Carolyn teased.  Then she reached down
between them and captured his growing cock in her hand.  "Oh, yes." she
said.

   She attacked Russ' belt and trouser catch.  In a second she had them
loosed, then pushed the pants to the floor.  When she looked up from her
kneeling position, Russ' cock was pressing out from his boxers.  Carolyn
yanked them down, and his seven inches popped free.  She grabbed it with
one hand and stuffed it unceremoniously in her mouth.  Russ groaned loudly.

   I lifted Bob's head from my breast and looked into his eyes.  I could
see the flames of passion deep within them.  I kissed him softly.

   "I want you inside me," I told him.  "Hurry up and get undressed."

   I released him, and set about removing my own skirt.  I snatched it
down, kicking off my sandals.  Then I tucked my fingers into the band of my
panties and slid them over my hips.  I stepped out of them and waited as
Bob shed his shoes, socks and finally his trousers.  His briefs bulged like
his swimming suit had.  I took hold of the waistband and pulled it forward,
then dropped them over his hips to his ankles.  Bob's cock was just as long
as Russ's but thicker.  The end had a drop of pre-cum on it.  I swiped at
it with a finger and put it to my lips.  The salty taste was marvelous.

   "How do we do this?" Bob asked.

   "Like that," I pointed to the screen.

   Bob lay face up on the carpet.  I squatted over his hips.  I took his
member in my hand and rubbed it back and forth on my slit.  Then I pushed
it back and began to settle on it.  For the first time in four years, a
cock other than my husband's split me and squeezed inside me.  I sat down
on him until he was completely inserted.  My feet were planted on the floor
alongside his chest.  My hands rested on his thighs.  I leaned back
slightly and felt the head of his cock press against that spot on the front
of my vagina that caused sparks to fly into my brain.  I let out a large
gasp.

   "Ooooo!" I moaned.  "That is so good!"

   I looked toward the TV screen and saw my vision was partially blocked by
Carolyn.  She was kneeling down, her long hair draped across her right
shoulder.  Underneath her, Russ' face was buried in her pussy.  I heard her
grunt as Russ tongued and licked her.  She looked straight at me.

   "I told you I'd keep him occupied," she said.

   I started hitching my hips forward and back on Bob's hardness.  His hand
pressed between us and he fingered my clit with his thumb.  I watched the
screen when I could, blocked regularly by Carolyn's head as she pushed
herself forward and back on my husband's probing tongue.  Her breath was
coming in rapid pants and gasps.  From my own experience I knew Russ loved
to eat pussy and was great at doing it.  His tongue flicked into the
entrance of the vagina, then licked up the slit to circle the clitoris,
lifting the hood and making gentle, direct contact.  It drove me wild when
he did it.  I could see Carolyn was enjoying it now.

   "He's good, isn't he?" I asked her.

   "Oh, fuck, yes!" she wailed.  "Oh, fuck!  I'm cumming already!"

   Carolyn's face went slack for a second, then tightened.  She strained
against the orgasm.  Her hips pounded up and down and she wailed.

   "Oh!  Fuck!  Oh!  Yes!  Oh, Fuck!" she screamed.

   Inside me, her husband's cock was pulsing.  I looked at him.  "Are you
cumming?"

   "No," he told me.  "No, just enjoying it."

   I tucked my feet and rolled forward, pulling him almost out of me.  Then
I let my knees catch my weight.  I rocked backward, feeling him split my
labia again.  Leaning forward, I kissed his mouth, my tongue lightly
licking his lips.

   "I'm going to fuck you now," I told him.

   I began to raise and lower myself on him, slowly, at first.  I tried to
clamp my muscles on him and pull his cock with me.  It slid out, coated
with my lubrication.  The sensations of his cock sliding out sent sparkles
all through my vagina and up into my belly.  As I increased the tempo of my
stroking on him, I couldn't keep up with the clamping motion.  Eventually,
I just quit trying and pounded my pussy on his cock.

   "Fuck me, oh, please, fuck me!" I heard Carolyn plead with Russ.  He'd
shifted his position and was kneeling behind her.  I saw him take his cock
in his hand and position it to enter her.  He shoved his hips forward and
Carolyn moaned.

   "Oh, god, that feels so good!" she screamed.  "Fuck me!  Fuck me hard!"

   As I pounded my hips on Bob, I actually watched my husband fucking my
friend.  I felt nothing but the need to cum.  There was no jealousy.  After
all, while he was inside her, I had her husband's cock pounding away inside
me.  All it was, I thought, was sex.  No love, no devotion, no commitment.
Just getting laid.  And, it felt absolutely wonderful.

   I leaned over and put my hands on Bob's strong shoulders.  "Fuck with
me," I ordered.

   Bob complied.  As I pounded down on him, his hips rose up to meet my
every stroke.  The ball of my orgasm began to build in my gut.  I closed my
eyes and concentrated on the sensations of his cock sliding in and out, of
his pubis battering my clit on each stroke.  I willed the ball to rise up.
I'd always seen it as a blue-green, a teal and white streaked ball of water
that would splash against my insides when it broke against my orgasm.  I
willed the ball to rise up.  I mentally positioned it at the top of my
vagina, where the head of Bob's cock plunged in, punching it like a water
balloon, time after time, until he finally broke it open.  He pounded it
with his cock head.  I opened my mouth for breath, then clamped my teeth
together, straining against the incoming tide.

   "Push, you bastard," I bellowed, and Bob pushed.  His cock punctured the
balloon and I screamed.

   The cool water of that ball shot through my nerves, getting hotter by
the second.  My cunt muscles clamped and released, and I felt the warm gush
of something inside me.  It was Bob's semen, spurting hot jets against the
walls of my vagina.  Three, four, five pumps and it was over.  I leaned
down, my head resting next to his on the carpet, his cock still buried
inside me, awash with his man-juice.

   Both of us were gasping.  My muscles continued to pulse on him
involuntarily.  His spurting stopped and we stayed there for a couple of
minutes trying to catch our breath. Finally, I was able to kneel upright
atop him.

   "Pretty damned good," I told him.

   He nodded, smiling.  "Was that like your dream?"

   "No.  That was missionary position.  You were on top."

   "Something to look forward to."

   "Oh, no!" Carolyn was yelling.  "Not that.  You can't!"

   It dawned on me what Russ was up to.  When we did it like that, with me
kneeling and him behind, he would moisten my ass with his saliva.  Then,
he'd plunge a finger into my ass while he fucked me.  It drove me wild.

   Russ had dribbled his saliva onto Carolyn's ass.  He was slipping his
ring finger around in it, moistening it.  He pressed it against her anus,
and that's what had Carolyn screaming.

   "No, no," she yelled.  "You can't.  It will hurt."

   Russ pretty much ignored her.  He kept that finger pressed against her,
waiting for her to open up to him.  Carolyn struggled.  He kept pumping his
cock into her cunt.  She didn't know whether to press back or not.  His
finger probed, then popped inside her.

   "Oh!" Carolyn bellowed.

   "Sssshhhh!" Russ whispered.  He knew.  He knew if she gave it a moment,
it would feel great and when she came, it would be in gushers.

   His cock plowed into her, his finger remaining still, allowing her to
adjust.

   "Oh, goddamnit," she yelled.  "You son-of-a-bitch."

   He dribbled a little more saliva on his finger, then slowly started the
in and out.

   "Oh, shit!" Carolyn screamed.  "Oh, shit!"

   Russ grinned as Carolyn began to hump her hips forward and back.  She
dropped to her elbows and pushed back hard on him and on the finger he'd
inserted in her ass.

   "Oh, shit!  Oh, fuck!" she cried.

   "Feels good, doesn't it?" Russ asked.

   "Oh, man!  Yes!  Oh, fuck!" Carolyn hollered.

   She started bucking like wild.  The stimulation of his finger and the
idea of its violation did the same to her as it did to me.  My own ass
began to pucker with the idea of that sensation.

   Then Russ played his dirty trick.  He popped that finger out.

   "Ow!" Carolyn hollered.  "Where?  What?"

   Russ just pounded away at her with his cock.

   "I'll put it back," he told her.  "But you have to ask."

   "Oh, goddamn!  Put it back!" she cried.

   "Say please," Russ teased.

   "Please!  Please, goddammit!  Put it back, Russ.  Please, put it back!"

   Russ complied, and Carolyn went nuts.  She screamed, bucked, and plunged
herself back and forward on Russ' finger and cock.

   Beads of sweat appeared on her back.  She pulled forward, then pushed
back on my husband's cock.  It slid in and out of her, glistening with her
juices.

   "Oh, god!" she bellowed.  "I'm cumming!  Oh, shit!  Oh, fuck!  I'm going
to cum!"

   Russ' face got strained.  I could tell he was ready to shoot his load
inside her.

   Carolyn wailed unintelligibly.  Russ, grunted, then planted himself as
deep within her as he could.  As Carolyn screamed, Russ growled and shot
his hot load deep within her.

   Fifteen minutes later, we had all cleaned up, and were headed toward the
pool.

   "I'm not done with you," Carolyn told Russ.

   "What's up?" he asked her.

   "You got me curious.  You're going to have to fuck my ass."

   "My, my!" I said.  "Such language."

   "Fuck you," Carolyn snapped.  "My ass is still tingling from before."

   "I'm not done with you, either," Bob said to me.

   "Oh, really?"

   "I'm thinking, right there, by the pool shed.  In the grass."

   A shiver went through me.

   "And, look," he said, "we're both already naked.  Just like in your
dream."

   We swam for about a half hour.  At one point, Russ came up from behind
and cupped my breasts in his hand.  He kissed my neck and whispered in my
ear.

   "I love you, Dee.  You know that, don't you?"

   "I love you to, baby.  Are you having fun?"

   "Umm hmm," he hummed.  "You?"

   "Yeah.  Just don't fall in love with her."

   "Oh, heck," he said, "too late for that."

   "Russ," I admonished him.

   "But, you're my wife, Dee.  I will love you forever.  And, I'm really
looking forward to later on."

   "What about later on?  What do you mean?"

   "I mean, taking you home and making love with you."

   "You think you'll have anything left after Carolyn?"

   "Baby, I'll always have something left for you.  Have I told you how
much I love these tits?"

   I laughed at him.  It was the beginning of one of our standard gags.

   "You only love me for my breasts?  What about my mind?"

   "What man could resist a woman with your dirty little mind?"

   I twisted around in the waist deep water and put my arms across his
shoulders.  "You've made me feel so much better, Russ.  I really was
worried."

   "Sex is sex, and love is love.  What we have is special, unique, and
precious.  It's not about the fucking, Dee."

   "You're right.  It's not about the fucking.  It's about the loving." I
kissed him.

   "Hey, buddy!" Bob hollered.  "Are you trying to horn in on my girl?"

   Russ turned his head toward Bob.  I saw a wicked grin form on his face.
He slid out from under my crossed arms and pulled me into the pool.  He
gave me a shove toward Russ.

   "Take my wife, please!" he yelled back, then swam off toward Carolyn.

   Bob did take me.  On the lawn, next to the pool shed, we coupled for
close to a half hour.  Bob took his time.  I had at least five orgasms as
he fucked me.  He fucked me gently, then hard, gently, then hard again. 
And I fucked him back.

   It was just like my dream, only better.