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 "Honey!" Linda called.  "Honey, can you come up here?"

   "Just a sec, baby," Jerry called back from the basement workshop.  "I've
just got to clamp this leg." Jerry extended the clamp and carefully placed
it on the leg of the chair he was gluing into the seat.  He squeezed the
trigger gently to as to provide enough pressure to hold the leg in place
without knocking it out of kilter.  He backed away, checked the angle with
the adjustable square, wiped his hands on the rough canvas of his apron and
looked toward the stairs.

   What sort of a fix had his wife gotten into, he wondered as he strode
purposefully up the stairwell.  He was surprised not to find her in the
kitchen, figuring she was concocting something she wanted him to taste.

   "Where are you, sweetie?" he called.

   "Up here," she responded from the loft where they kept a small office,
complete with a telephone, desk set and their computers.

   Jerry sighed quietly and began climbing the additional set of stairs to
the loft.  His head cleared the landing and he saw his wife had turned the
chair toward him and was beaming at him as he mounted the stairs.  "You
screw something up on there?" he asked lightly.

   She shook her head.  "You always think the worst," she told him. 
Smiling brightly she pointed at the computer screen.  "I wanted you to see
this."

   What he saw was the image of a very attractive brunette, smiling broadly
for the camera, conservatively dressed in a gray top, edged with brown fur,
leaning slightly backward.  She had long, dangling earrings and, Jerry
noticed, the top she wore did little to hide the nice swell of her bosom.

   "What is she, a model or something?" he asked.

   "Not exactly," Linda grinned at him.

   "Then what?  You like the top she's wearing?"

   "How old would you say she is?" Linda asked.

   Jerry shrugged.  "I don't know.  About our age, I'd guess." There were,
in fact, five years separating Jerry from his wife.  She used to tease him
that when he was twenty, she was only fifteen, calling him a dirty old man.
The fact was, they hadn't met until both had achieved majority.  She had
been nineteen and he twenty-six when their chance encounter a large company
Christmas party led to their whirlwind engagement and marriage less than a
year later.  That had been six years ago.

   "You think she's pretty?" Linda asked coyly.

   "Yeah, sure," he said.  "Why?  What's up?"

   Linda reached for the mouse and clicked on another thumbnail photo.  The
attractive brunette was joined by a man, perhaps a few years her senior,
with a broad, white smile.

   "Yeah?" Jerry said, suspiciously.

   "That's her husband, Richard.  Her name is Anna."

   "Nice looking couple," Jerry said, wanting to get back to his carpentry
in the basement.

   "That's what I thought," Linda said.  "That's why I invited them to come
spend a week with us here."

   Here was a prime vacation spot in a wooded glade on a decent sized lake.
Summers were filled with boaters, skiers, pontoon boats and frequent
late-night parties, the sounds of which often infiltrated their little
retreat home located at the head of a small wooden pier.

   "I see," Jerry said, nodding.  It was best, he'd learned, to avoid
arguments with Linda by waiting for both shoes to drop before jumping into
a discussion with too many questions.

   "They haven't had a vacation in three years," Linda told him.

   "Hmmm," Jerry nodded.  "Are we doing the bed-and-breakfast thing?" "

   Linda shook her head.  "No, darling," she smiled.  "I told them if they
could get here, we would put them up for a week."

   "That's very generous," he grinned.  "You do realize it is freaking
December, don't you?  Won't be a lot of people, boating or swimming going
on."

   "We've got the hot tub," she said.  "That's all the swimming we'll need.
And, they're more interested in privacy than partying."

   Richard and Anna were, indeed, lovely people.  He worked as a creative
artist in advertising, specializing in slogans.  He was gregarious, had a
firm handshake and a quick mind.  Jerry thought he'd be fun to be around.
Anna and Richard seemed to be tuned into the same frequency.  Richard would
utter the beginning of an idea and Anna could complete it for him.  It was,
for Jerry, a little like watching a tennis match.

   Anna worked in administration at a university.  "I don't want to be
anybody's boss," she told Jerry and Linda.  "I do my thing for the students
and go home at the end of the day.  I love it."

   They were impressed with the cabin/home that Jerry and Linda had set up
in the glade.  The tour took all of five minutes.

   "You live here," Linda told them.  "Seriously.  Don't think a thing of
opening the fridge, planning a meal, or making a sandwich.  Whatever is
here is yours.  We want you to feel as comfortable as you would in your own
house."

   Jerry made a mental note to speak to his wife about the level of her
hospitality.  He didn't mind sharing his tools, for example, but he didn't
want Richard thinking he owned them.

   "Richard will not be going into the basement," Linda assured him later
that afternoon.  "He's here on vacation, not to make furniture."

   Jerry grudgingly backed down.

   "Family meeting!" Linda called presuming the visiting couple had nearly
finished unpacking.

   "If we're going to do this properly," Linda said, "we need to share our
plans, okay?"

   Nods of agreement circled the low coffee table.

   "So, in honor of your first night here," Linda continued, "Anna and I
will make dinner.  Afterwards, we'll have some lovely brandy and a nice
soak in the hot tub, okay?"

   "Sounds good to me," Richard said.

   "Yeah, sure," Jerry agreed.  He was sure he'd have to strangle his
lovely wife if she said "okay?" one more time.

   "That way," Linda continued, "Anna will get a feeling for where
everything is, and they can go about their business without having to ask
for everything."

   "Are you nervous about something?" Jerry asked her when they were alone
a short time later.

   "Me?" Linda looked wide-eyed at him.  "Nervous?  Why would I be
nervous?"

   "Relax, baby," Jerry said.  "You look and sound like you're coming
unglued.  That reminded him of the chair leg he'd left to set in the
basement.  Oh, well, he thought, time enough to take care of it tomorrow.

   Linda's hands were visibly shaking.  "I just want this to be perfect for
them.  Maybe that's why."

   Jerry chuckled.  "Well, let's see.  You've given them complete realm in
the house.  You set the agenda for tonight and told them what's ours is
theirs.  If I was in their shoes, I'd feel pretty damned good about now."

   "So, I'm over-reacting?" Linda asked.

   "Ya think?" he told her.  "Just calm down.  Everything's going fine. 
You'll feel better once you an Anna get to working on dinner."

   "She's pretty, isn't she?" Linda probed.

   "Yeah, babe.  She is pretty."

   "She's smart, too," Linda continued.

   "Bright as a penny.  What are you selling?"

   "Nothing, nothing.  I just think she's even prettier than her pictures."

   "Certainly more animated," Jerry said.

   "Richard's quite the hunk, too, isn't he?" Linda tested him.

   "Matt Damon and Brad Pitt all rolled into one," Jerry told her, shaking
his head.  "You've freaking lost it, haven't you?"

   "No, no.  I just want them to like us, and I want to make sure you like
them, too."

   Jerry started to lose his patience.  "So what if I don't.  In a week,
they're outta here.  Nothing lost, nothing gained.  Just get a grip, will
you?  You get all giddy like this and nobody will be able to stand you for
longer than fifteen seconds."

   "Well, excuse the shit out of me," Linda snapped, then burst into tears.
"I just never did anything like this before and I want it to work out all
right."

   Jerry gathered her in his arms.  "Its okay, baby," he whispered.  "Just
be yourself, hon.  I love you.  They will, too.  Just be real, okay?"

   Linda dabbed at her eyes.  "Okay, okay.  I know.  No more freaked out
teenager.  Right?"

   "Right," Jerry comforted her.  "Just get you and Anna working together
and be yourself.  I promise everything will be perfect."

   Linda looked into his eyes.  "It will be, won't it?  I just know it
will."

   Jerry escaped to his basement workshop determined to position another
leg on the chair he was building.  He decided he could be scarce for the
fifteen minutes it would take to glue and clamp the piece and then return
to his hosting duties.  As he positioned the leg on a dry fit he wondered
what had possessed Linda to react so emotionally.  He grinned as he
remembered her virtual babbling in front of their guests.

   "Yib-ih-dah, yib-ih-dah, yib-ih-dah, yib-ih-dah," he vocalized in gentle
mocking recollection of his impression of Linda's reaction to their guests.
What made them more special than other guests they'd had in the past, he
wondered, as he applied the carpenter's glue to the mortise and tenon of
the leg.  He carefully inserted the piece into the base, measured the
angle, and deliberately applied the clamp.

   "Linda sent me down," Richard said, startling Jerry in his reverie. 
"Nice man-cave you've got here."

   "I didn't hear you coming down the stairs," Jerry admitted.

   "Sorry.  I didn't mean to startle you.  What is 'yib-ih-dah, yib-ih-dah,
yib-ih-dah'?" he asked, with a little chuckle.

   "Oh, that's Linda," Jerry replied with chagrin he'd been overheard. 
"She didn't seem to be making much sense and was just talking to hear her
lips slam together."

   "She's just nervous," Richard observed.  "We've spoken enough on the
chat room that we know she's not generally a nit-wit." He grinned.

   "All done here," Jerry noted.  "What do you say we go upstairs and grab
a beer?"

   "Sounds good," Richard agreed.

   When they'd settled in the rec room with their drinks, Jerry asked
Richard, "So you hooked up with Linda on the net?"

   "Yeah," he said.  "At first I thought she was a desperate housewife, you
know?  Then, when she started asking about Anna, I thought she was one of
those bi-curious types that are so profligate on the internet."

   "Hmmm," Jerry said as he swallowed a mouthful of beer.  "I don't think
she's fits that category either."

   "Yeah, we figured that out, too.  I was hoping you'd be able to
enlighten us further.  What exactly is it that she wants."

   "Truth is I don't really monitor what she does on the net.  She's a big
girl.  If there was something going on I trust her to tell me about it. 
She hasn't shared much with me."

   "So, we just roll with the flow?" Richard said.

   Jerry grinned at him.  "Just keep 'em happy.  Do what they tell us and
they'll eventually reveal what's going on."

   "Probably right," Richard agreed, downing the last of his brew.

   Anna was busily chopping the various vegetables for the salad while
Linda tore apart the head of lettuce.

   "So, how long have you been in the lifestyle," Anna asked.

   Linda looked at her with curiosity.  "The lifestyle?" she queried.

   "Swapping.  Swinging.  Since you don't know the term, I'd guess not very
long."

   Linda giggled.  "Oh, we never did this before."

   Anna stopped chopping.  "Linda, dear," she said slowly, "this isn't the
kind of thing you should just jump into, you know."

   Linda shook her head.  "It isn't like that," she said.  "Jerry and I
love each other deeply.  This is sort of reward for him."

   Anna began chopping the zucchini squash again, looking down at her work.
"Honey, I'm not one to judge.  But, I thought you were inviting us here to
swap.  Am I mistaken?"

   "Not really mistaken," Linda said.  "Maybe I'd better explain."

   "I think that would be a very good idea."

   Linda told Anna about Jerry's friend Jack, and how Jerry had sent her to
his bed one night during Jack's three month stint visiting while he
attended a training program.

   "For the better part of two months I was screwing Jack and Jerry,
sometimes together, sometimes separately.  Jerry was always very excited
when I had my liaisons with Jack.  He told me it thrilled him to watch me
explore the full spectrum of my sexuality.  He said it just that way, and
more than once.  Eventually, I came to believe him."

   "I see," Anna said.  "So you're still experimenting?"

   "Not really.  What I hope, Anna is you'll do the same thing for Jerry
that I did for Jack.  It is my wish that you would go to him and crawl into
his bed naked, and tell him that I sent you."

   Anna laughed merrily.  "That's a wonderful idea!  I love it.  And, in
the meantime, you and Richard will get together elsewhere?"

   Linda's smile was sheepish.  "If you think he'd like it."

   Anna's grin was broad.  "Oh, he'll love it, believe me."

   "So, we have a plan?" Linda asked her new friend.

   "Absolutely!  You just give me the cue."

   "So," Linda said slowly, "how long have you been in the lifestyle."

   "Just going on six years, now," Anna said.

   "And you're okay with it?"

   "I am," Anna told her definitively.  "Richard is a sweet and attentive
lover.  Still, there's nothing like that wrenching in the gut you get when
you feel somebody else beginning to penetrate you.  It's exhilarating!"

   "That's the way I felt when Jack did me.  It was such a thrill.  I felt
so naughty and so good all at the same time."

   "Let me tell you something else," Anna said.  "It's addictive.  Of
course, if Richard wanted to quit, I'd go along with it.  But I don't think
he does.  He's having as much fun as I am.  And, with beautiful girls like
you willing to fuck him, I doubt he'll want to quit any time soon."

   Linda looked aghast.

   "What?" Anna asked.

   "You said that word, the F-bomb.  I'm just a little shocked."

   Anna laughed aloud.  "Darling, that is what we're talking about, isn't
it?  Fucking?  It's an appropriate word for the activity.  Does it make you
uncomfortable?"

   Linda smiled.  "I just...well, you're such a beautiful, classy woman.  I
guess I didn't expect it."

   "The boys like to hear it, though, when you're in the middle of it.  It
makes them hot to hear us beg them to fuck us.  Practice using it.  You'll
get used to it."

   "Hmmm," Linda said.  "Fuck."

   Anna paused and looked at her.  "All right.  Now, put it into a
context."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, just using it like you just did, that's kind of crude.  It's okay
when you're coming.  But, in conversation, you need to put it into a
context.  For example, let me as you a question.  Do you like to fuck?"

   "Yeah, of course," Linda said.

   "Then say that you do," Anna directed her.

   "Okay," Linda grinned.  "I like to fuck."

   Anna chuckled.  "Good.  And, tonight, you're going to send me in to be
with your husband.  Why?"

   Linda nodded.  "Why?  Well, to fuck him, of course."

   "And what are you going to do with Richard while I'm fucking Jerry?"

   "I'll probably fuck him, too," Linda grinned.

   "You can do that.  He'd also like it if you suck his cock, too."

   "Oh, my!" Linda exclaimed.

   "It's quite a nice cock," Anna teased her.  "You'll like sucking it."

   "He won't mind if I suck his cock before I fuck him?"

   "Not at all," Anna laughed heartily.  "See?  You're getting the idea."

   "It doesn't sound so crude when you do it."

   "It's just a word," Anna told her.  "Sometimes, it's the perfect word."

   Linda looked tentative.  "There's just one thing," she told Anna.

   "What's that?"

   "I haven't told Jerry what I'm planning for you two.  I wanted it to be
a surprise."

   Anna lowered her voice to a whisper.  "If you don't tell Richard, then
your secret is safe with me."

   Linda beamed.

   The dinner was excellent.  The steaks were melt-in-your-mouth T-bones,
grilled to perfection, with just a touch of char on the outside.  A dry
Merlot accompanied the main course.  In fact, several bottles of the wine
helped loosen up the tongues of the two couples.  Anna regaled the table
with details of their last cruise.  She defined it as a lifestyle cruise,
limited to adults who were either engaged or interested in the swinging
lifestyle.  Linda was astounded at the concept and kept saying, "Really?"
"Really," Anna would reply.  "The men would cruise the pool area looking
for likely candidates."

   "Didn't it feel like a meat locker?" Jerry asked her.

   "I didn't think of it that way," Anna considered.  "I felt like the
prime exhibit at a car show."

   "Anna got lots of attention," Richard grinned.

   "In the evenings, they had several clubs set aside for those who wanted
to show off their assets," Anna continued.  "That's where I made most of my
contacts."

   "She caused a lot of comment with her off-the-shoulder, off-the-breast
attire," Richard noted.  "It was quite a thrill to watch her tease and lure
her various suitors."

   "Really?" Linda exclaimed.

   Anna grinned at her.  "They also had a couple of rooms for communal
engagements, as it were."

   "Group sex," Richard clarified.

   "You went in there?" Linda exclaimed.

   "Of course," Anna told her.  "It was lovely having anonymous sex with a
wide variety of partners.  We were enveloped in sexuality.  Very
stimulating.  You'll have to come with us next time."

   Linda looked at Jerry.  "I never dreamed they had such things," she
said. "I'd be too embarrassed."

   Anna looked up from her meal.  "Nonsense," she said.  "You'd be an
absolute hit, I guarantee."

   "And, at night, if you left your cabin door open, you never knew who
you'd wake up with in the morning," Richard continued.

   "You mean people would roam the halls and just go in where a door was
open?" Linda sounded amazed.

   "Pretty much," Anna replied.  "Of course, if your door was closed,
nobody bothered you."

   "Oh, my!" Linda whispered, fanning herself with her napkin.

   Jerry chuckled.  "Sounds like an expanding experience."

   "It was," Anna told him.  "All the fun of cruising with additional
benefits."

   "I'm surprised you've never heard of this," Richard said.

   "Well," Jerry said slowly, "we haven't been doing this very long."

   The dishes were quickly cleared from the table, rinsed and seated in the
dishwasher.  Richard and Anna helped with the clean-up in spite of Linda's
protest that they were, after all, guests.  Once the table had been
restored to its original pristine state, the two couples adjourned to the
den with snifters half-full of brandy.

   "Reminds me of the ship," Richard commented, "except these would have
cost me over ten dollars apiece.

   "That's how they make their money," Jerry agreed.

   The combination of the terrific dinner, the wine and the brandy worked
quickly on Jerry.  He was soon nodding, his head lolling about in the easy
chair where he sprawled.

   "Did you drug him?" Anna whispered to Linda.

   "I swear I didn't.  I'm sorry."

   "Not a problem," Richard said easily.

   "Jerry!" Linda called sharply.  "For heaven's sake!  It's only
eight-thirty."

   "Hmm, wha?" Jerry mumbled from his seat.  "Sorry."

   "It's all right, really," Anna said.  "I'm actually feeling warm and
drowsy myself."

   "Are you?" Richard asked her.

   Anna raised a finger to her lips.  "Linda and I have a secret."

   "Ah!" Richard said.  "So you did drug him."

   "Just with food, wine and brandy," Linda answered.  "He just gets sleepy
after he's eaten a good meal."

   "Darling," Anna softly said to Jerry, "why don't you head on to bed.  No
need to stay up for us." She looked at Linda and grinned.

   "Yeah," Jerry said, his words thick with fatigue.  "Probably best.  Hope
you'll excuse me." He struggled out of the chair.  "You be all right,
babe?" he directed to Linda.

   "I'm sure Richard will be glad of my company," she said.

   "Yeah," Jerry replied.  "You enjoy yourselves.  See you in the morning."

   "Goodnight, friend," Richard responded, looking quizzically at his wife.

   She nodded knowingly as they watched Jerry trundle off toward the
bedroom.  When she was certain he was out of earshot, she whispered to her
husband, "Linda has a plan.  You'll like it."

   "Really?" Richard said, and then laughed.  "I sound like Linda, don't I?
Really?"

   The three of them chuckled.

   "So, then," Richard continued, "what's this plan?"

   "Well," Anna explained, "they had a friend staying with them a few
months back.  Jerry generously offered his wife to this friend for his
sexual gratification.  He accepted.  Now Linda wants to reciprocate."

   Linda looked at Anna with amazement.  "What really happened is that
Jerry and I were playing in the bedroom.  He teased me that his friend Jack
would jump at the chance to have sex with me.  So, he told me to slide into
his bed naked and ..."

   "Go ahead," Anna urged.  "It's appropriate."

   "He told me to get into his bed naked and fuck him.  So I did," Linda
said.

   "And she did, and she did, and she did, for, what was it, three months?"
Linda finished for her.

   "More like two," Linda said, blushing.

   "So, in a little while," Anna told Richard, "I'm going to slip into
Jerry's bed and fuck him."

   "I see," Richard said.  "And in the meantime?"

   "Oh," Linda quickly inserted, "you and I will go into the guest bedroom
and do the same."

   Richard's grin split his face.

   "And sometime in the night, Anna and I will switch places and have sex
with our husbands," Linda concluded.

   "We might switch back later," Anna added.  "Would you mind waking up
with Linda in your bed?"

   "That would be a delight," Richard affirmed.  "So, how long do we wait?"

   "Half and hour or so, I would think," Anna answered.  "Let him have a
good nap so he has the energy to perform adequately.

   It turned out to be more like an hour.  Richard, Anna and Linda enjoyed
a lively conversation regarding the benefits of the lifestyle.  Linda
confessed she'd been ignorant of many facets.  The two assured her that as
long as she and Jerry had a strong relationship and didn't confuse the sex
with love, they'd be fine.  They spoke of friends and neighbors who had
joined with them in the past.  Some were successful.  For others, problems
developed.

   "It really is a question of trust," Richard said.  "Anna and I trust
each other implicitly.  We love each other desperately.  That's how we can
allow each other this freedom."

   "I think Jerry and I have that kind of relationship," Linda nodded. 
"I'm not afraid he'll leave me or anything like that."

   "You know, there are many forms of love, Linda," Anna added.  "It's okay
to love your partner, whoever it is, as long as you reserve that special
love you share with your spouse.  You have to keep it compartmentalized."

   "You've really put some thought into this, haven't you?" Linda asked.

   Anna nodded.  "Nothing is as important to Richard and me as our
relationship.  The sex is like biking or hiking, or any other activity.  We
do it.  We enjoy it.  But, it is not our whole life.  That's reserved for
each other."

   Richard checked his watch.  "Oh, dear!" he said.  "We've been talking
for more than an hour." He looked at his wife.  "Don't you have a date?"

   Anna rose from her seat with quiet dignity and leaned over to peck her
husband on the lips.  "Yes, I do." She looked between Richard and Linda. 
"And, please, you two have fun.  I intend to.  You don't think he'll toss
me out?"

   "I doubt it," Linda said, "but if he starts making noises like that,
just tell him I sent you and that he is your Jack for the night."

   Linda and Richard watched as Anna stepped purposefully toward the guest
room to change her clothes.  She chose a long T-shirt to cover herself. 
Her plan was to enter the room, shed the shirt and slide into the bed
beside Jerry.

   Richard drained his glass and put it down.  "Well," he said, "if you
don't mind, I think I'll have a shower."

   "That's fine," Linda replied.  "I'll just gather up the rest of the mess
here before I join you."

   "You know," Richard said wistfully, "I've never had a naked woman just
climb in bed with me."

   "Tonight is your lucky night, then," Linda beamed at him.  "Once I see
the light go out in your room, I'll come in to join you."

   Linda rose to collect the brandy snifters and carry them to the kitchen.
She decided two trips were necessary.  She carried two and rinsed them in
the sink.  When she returned to the den, Richard was gone and she could see
the light in the guest bedroom.  She smiled and gathered the remaining two
snifters.  She rinsed them out and put them on a rack to await the next
dishwasher run.  She wiped her hands on a tea towel, checked the stove, the
oven, and decided to put the coffee on for the following morning.  In less
than five minutes she had the grounds measured, the water reservoir filled
and the timer set for six-thirty.  Satisfied, she turned out the lights and
walked back into the den.

   The guest bedroom light was still on, so she busied herself
straightening pillows, adjusting the draperies and restacking the magazines
on the polished coffee table.  She could feel the knot in her belly as she
worked through these mundane tasks.  She became aware that she was also
growing moist in her nether regions in anticipation.

   "I'm gonna get laid," she hummed softly stepping around the room
aimlessly touching and adjusting picture frames and knick-knacks.  She
decided to sit in the dark in the easy chair facing the hallway.  That way
she could easily see when Richard extinguished the lights in the guest
room. She reached for the lamp on the end table, twisted the knob and was
left in the dark.  She sat quietly, and imagined the scene in the bedroom
she and Jerry usually shared.

   Anna would remove her T-shirt just inside the door, probably just
dropping it to the floor.  She'd let her eyes adjust to the dark and then
approach the bed.  Linda knew Jerry would be on his side, facing the wall.
Anna would slide in behind him.  Jerry would turn on his back, Linda
imagined, as he usually did when she joined him in the bed.  Unable to see
in the dark, he would assume it was Linda.  Only when Anna whispered,
"Well, hello there," would he realize the game afoot.

   The light in the guest bedroom went out.  Linda smiled to herself. 
Enough of Jerry's situation, she thought.  She had her own business to
attend to.  She sat for a few more moments to allow Richard to settle, and
then rose to head for the bedroom.  She stopped just inside the door,
leaving it just ajar, and stepped out of her sandals.  She lifted her
tank-top over her head, dropping it atop the sandals.  She unbuttoned the
shorts she'd been wearing, and grabbing both the shorts and her thong
panties, stripped them over her thighs until they puddled at her ankles. 
She stepped out of them and walked to the side of the bed.

   Richard lay on his back on one side of the bed.  Linda sat down next to
him, then leaned over to lie down with him.  He cradled her head with his
left arm.  Linda rolled to her right and slid her left hand across his
body, pulling him close.

   "You're sure about this?" Richard asked gently?

   "Oh, yes," Linda said.  "In fact, I'm tingling with anticipation.  I
even have instructions."

   "Do you?" Richard chuckled.

   "Umm-hmmm," Linda said, rising to her right elbow and sweeping her left
hand across his body until it came in contact with Richard's stiffening
member.  "I see you're getting ready, too," she confirmed.

   "I never thought turning out a light as a sexual experience," he
admitted.  "You made it so."

   "And the naked woman climbing into your bed?"

   "Exhilerating," he grinned.

   "I'm glad you liked it.  Now, I'm not going to be able to talk for a
little while.  You don't mind, do you?"

   "No," he said, "even though I do like the sound..." he stopped abruptly
as Linda's soft, warm mouth engulfed his turgid rod.  "Oh, yeah!" he
groaned.

   Linda hummed her delight as she sucked and licked at his member, causing
ripples of vibration to flow through his flesh.

   "Oh, geez!" Richard groaned, eliciting another chuckle from deep within
Linda's throat.  She released his meat long enough to breathlessly whisper,
"Anna said you'd like this." Then she sucked his rod back into her warm,
moist and active mouth.

   "Hello there, yourself," Jerry whispered to Anna.  "Are you lost?"

   Anna gently kissed his temple.  "Jerry, right?" she asked.

   "Um-hm," he said.

   "Linda said I should tell you that you are my Jack for tonight."

   "Did she?" he said, more of a statement than a question.  "You realize
that this never was part of the bargain, don't you?"

   Anna grabbed his right hand and pressed it to her breast.  "That's
between you and Linda," she said.  "I'm just here to get laid."

   "And, am I to presume that she and Richard are similarly occupied?"

   "I'd say so," she answered, her hand straying across his belly until she
captured his rod in her hand.  She stroked it several times to insure it
was adequately rigid to facilitate insertion.  "Now, if you don't mind,"
she said, throwing a leg across his body and rising until she had him
straddled, "it's my intention to fuck you."

   She could see Jerry's teeth glinting in the darkness as he smiled at
her. She slid down his body until his cock lodged at her vaginal entrance.
"This is my favorite part," she whispered.  "I love the feel of that first
penetration."

   Jerry groaned as he felt his cock ease past the initial resistance of
her damp, warm opening.  "Mine, too," he groaned.

   "I understood this was your first time," she said, her voice strained
with the excitement that clutched her belly.

   "Hmmm," he hummed.  "Since we've been married," he acknowledged, "but
we've played the game quite often."

   Anna leaned down and licked at his lips with her tongue.  "Well, this,
my darling, is the real thing," she whispered, pressing deliberately until
he was completely absorbed within her.

   Richard had lifted Linda's hips and positioned her so that her knees
straddled his head.  He licked at the damp flesh, delighting in the idea
that her oral activities had aroused her.  This woman, he decided, really
liked the sex.  He drove his tongue deep into her love canal and was
rewarded by a moan from the throat that enveloped his cock.  He resumed
giving the engorged flesh of her labia tiny kisses and licks, scrupulously
avoiding the hardened nub of her clit.  That would, he knew, drive her into
a frenzy that would make it difficult for him to concentrate.

   At first, the strength of Richard lifting her from her position had
unsettled Linda.  Somewhat startled, she never-the-less held his dick in
her mouth, rubbing its length with her tongue.  One hand circled the base
of his rod, while the other gently petted the soft skin of his scrotum. 
When she felt his tongue drive into her depths, she could not suppress the
moan that arose from within her.  Sixty-nine, she thought to herself.  She
wished he would lash at her throbbing clit so she could come.  The
frustration of his avoidance finally crested, and she released his cock
from her mouth.  She rocked forward, escaping from the multitude of kisses
and licks.  She would swing around and impale him, she decided, relieving
the desire to have his hardness buried in her depths.

   "I want to fuck you now," she whispered to him as she climbed around his
prostrate body and straddled his hips.  She took his damp meat in her hand
and swiped it through her own moistened flesh, positioned him at the
entrance to her love hole, and sank down on top of him.

   Anna alternated rising and falling on Jerry's cock, and kneeling him
fully impaled and simply rocking her hips against his.  She would rise up
until he was nearly free, then push back down on him, recreating that
initial feeling of first penetration.  When she humped on him, thought, his
cock would rub against that bundle of nerves at the front of her vagina. 
Both sensations were exquisite.

   Jerry's hands roamed over her soft, smooth, warm skin, clutching the
swell of her breasts, then migrating to the narrowing of her waists and the
swell of her hips.  He reveled in the delicate texture.

   Anna leaned over and collected his head in her arms as she crossed them
on the bed.  Her lips approached his ear.  "What a lovely cock you have,"
she whispered.  "It fits just perfectly and feels marvelous."

   "Hmmm," Jerry hummed.  He brushed her hair back and kissed her delicate
ear, sucking the lobe between his teeth.  "You feel wonderful," he
whispered back.

   "I thought you might resist more strongly," she observed.

   "You had me smitten the moment you walked in the door," Jerry told her.

   "Oh!  So you did want to fuck me?"

   Jerry laughed.  "Of course.  Is there a man who wouldn't?"

   "That's a compliment," she said, pushing her pelvis against him. 
"You're a silver-tongued devil."

   "When you've been sated, I'd be glad to show you what my tongue can do."
He was rewarded with a pulse of Anna's muscles around his meat.

   "Now there's something for a girl to look forward to," she said.

   "I would love to lick you now," he told her, "while your flesh is hot,
wet, and ready."

   "You would?" Anna said.  "You want to stop this and do that?"

   "If you'd like," he answered.

   "That's sort of kinky," she noted.

   Jerry shrugged.  "If you'd like to try it, I'm game."

   Anna stopped bucking her hips.  She raised herself enough to release
him. "What now?" she asked.

   Jerry slid his hands under her thighs.  "Just slide up here, and I'll
take care of the rest."

   Anna eased forward, guided by Jerry's arms, until her thighs were
astraddle his head.  He hesitated not an instant before diving between her
thighs with his lips and tongue.

   Anna shuddered.  "Oh, yeah!" she moaned.  "Oh, that's...yeah!  I like
that!  I love that!  Never did that.  I...yeah!  That's really good."

   Jerry agreed.  Her flesh was, as he supposed, warm, moist and fragrant.
She tasted like sex.  He liked it, and determined to make her orgasm as
rewarding as possible.  He nibbled and licked, striking tongue lashes
against her swollen nub as his lips sucked and caressed her flesh.

   "Ah, yeah!" Anna cried out.  "Oh, crap!  That...yeah!  Feels so good! 
Fuck, yeah!  Keep....ummm, yeah!  Keep doing that!  Oh, fuck!"

   Jerry smiled to himself.  She was close.  He knew the signs.  Anna
became active on his face, pushing herself toward his mouth, jerking
against the licks, urging herself onward.

   "Yeah!  Oh!  Fuck, that's good," she cried.  "Yeah.  Make me come!  Put
it in me.  Tongue me.  Tongue fuck me.  Yeah!  Fuck!  Oh, yeah!  Fuck me
with your tongue!  Ahhh!  Ohhhh!  Fuck!  Yeah!" The last two syllables were
shouts of triumph as the orgasm pulsed through Anna's body.  She humped his
face three or four more times, enjoying the sensation as the clamping of
her muscles signaled the climax of their effort.

   "Now," she said, urgently, pushing herself down Jerry's body.  "Now
you've got to be inside me.  Now, I'm going to make you come."

   "And probably come again yourself," Jerry grinned at her.

   "Probably," she said.  "I hope so."

   Jerry had lost none of his rigidity during their oral interlude, so Anna
had no trouble re-inserting him.  She gave out with a guttural grunt as
Jerry's cock slid home and filled her vacant, wanting love passage.

   There was no teasing or variation this time.  Anna simply pounded her
hips against him.

   "Come inside me, you fucker," she hissed.  "God, you feel so good up in
there.  You made me come on your tongue.  Nobody ever did that to me after
I fucked them.  I loved it.  Now, it's your turn.  I want to feel your come
squirt inside me."

   "Just keep humping, Anna," Jerry said.  "You'll feel my hot come.  You
like fucking like this, don't you?"

   "Aww, yes!" she bawled.  "Just fuck me.  I've got another one.  I can
feel it.  Fuck me, Jerry.  Make me come again."

   Jerry lifted his hips to meet her thrusts.  He grunted with the exertion
and began to feel the tightening in the backs of his thighs.

   "You better be close," he groaned.  "I can feel mine coming."

   "Yeah, fuck!  Bring it," Anna growled.  "Come inside me.  I'm ready. 
I'll come when you do."

   "Here it comes," Jerry grunted, the front of his thighs burning.  He
grabbed her delicious breasts, thrust up inside her and released his first
spurt of come.

   "Aw, fuck, yeah!" Anna yelled.  "Oh, geez!  That's hot.  Oh, fuck!  I
can feel it.  I'm coming!"

   She squeezed on him with all her strength, trying to milk out every drop
of his semen.  Her hands clawed at his chest and she wagged her head from
left to right, her cries sounding like sobs.

   Jerry became concerned at the sounds she was making.  "Are you all
right?"

   "Oh, yes," Anna sobbed, "I just...oh, fuck!  That was so good!" She
leaned forward, put her arm across his chest, lay her head down and panted
and sobbed for a minute or so.

   Jerry wrapped his arms around her and just held her until she raised her
head and looked into his face.  She rubbed away the tears that escaped her
eyes and kissed him on the lips very deliberately.

   "You okay now?" Jerry asked again.

   She nodded.  "That was just so fucking incredible," she said in a voice
barely above a whisper.  "What in the hell is Linda doing experimenting
around when she has you?"

   Jerry smiled at her.  "Fulfilling my fantasy, darling," he said, taking
her face in his hands.  "Remember?  I'm the one who sent her in to fuck
Jack."

   Anna shook her head.  "I have been eaten and fucked and fucked and
eaten; I've had sex with at least a dozen different men in just the last
year or so, and I've got to tell you, this was absolutely the best."

   Jerry laughed.  "You just like being on top," he joked.

   "No, I mean it, Jerry.  I don't know what it was, but there was
something magical and special about this one.  I'm hoping we get to repeat
this all week."

   "Up to you, your husband and Linda," Jerry said.  "I'm willing as long
as you all are."

   Linda sat astride Richard with his meat firmly enveloped within her.  A
wide smile crossed her face as she heard the noise from across the hall.

   Oh!  Fuck, that's good," she heard Anna yell.  "Yeah.  Make me come! 
Put it in me.  Tongue me.  Tongue fuck me.  Yeah!  Fuck!  Oh, yeah!  Fuck
me with your tongue!  Ahhh!  Ohhhh!  Fuck!  Yeah!"

   She leaned over Richard.  "Sound like they're getting along famously,"
she teased him.

   "Haven't you felt me throbbing inside you?" he asked.  "I love hearing
her like this."

   Linda hummed and gently pressed her hips forward and back on his meat.
"I hope you'll love the feeling of coming inside me, too," she whispered.

   He chuckled.  "I'm sure I will.  I'm certainly enjoying the feeling of
your being wrapped around my cock like that."

   They quietly moved against each other, gently exploring the mutual
feelings of stimulation the elicited in each other.  Their peaceful reverie
was interrupted again by noises from Anna in the room next door.

   "Aww, yes!  Just fuck me.  I've got another one.  I can feel it.  Fuck
me, Jerry.  Make me come again."

   Linda giggled as she heard Jerry's voice grumble something.

   Then Anna responded, clear as a bell.  "Yeah, fuck!  Bring it.  Come
inside me.  I'm ready.  I'll come when you do."

   Linda sat impaled on Richard's cock, just listening.  She heard Jerry's
familiar growl of warning and Anna's yelled response, "Aw, fuck, yeah!  Oh,
geez!  That's hot.  Oh, fuck!  I can feel it.  I'm coming!"

   "My husband is making your wife come," Linda told him.

   "I think it's only fair that I do the same for his," he said, lifting
her off his hips.  "Kneel here," he ordered.

   Linda rolled over and rose to her knees.  She planted her elbows on the
bed and raised her ass to give Richard easy access.  "Are you going to
pound me from back there?" she asked in a small voice.

   "I'm going to fuck you and make you yell like my wife just did," Richard
confirmed, lining up his rod with her gaping pussy.  He pushed his hips
forward and his cock slid easily into the silken, moist sleeve of her love
canal.

   Linda grunted as his ball bounced off her flesh and the tip of his meat
banged into her cervix.

   Richard dipped his finger in his mouth and ran it across the rosebud of
her ass.  Linda squealed.  "Hush, now," he ordered.  "I won't hurt you."

   Linda felt tingling in her nerves as he pressed the invading finger into
her ass.  Coupled with the motion of his cock in her vagina, Linda moaned
aloud in excitement and passion.  Then she remembered Anna's
recommendation.

   "Oooo, yes, Richard!" she moaned.  "Oh, yes!"

   When his finger punched through the resistance of the brown rosebud of
her ass, she let out a louder wail.  "Oh, my God!" she yell.  "Fuck me,
Richard.  Fuck me hard!"

   The clock radio showed two-fourteen when Jerry looked.  A warm body was
sliding into the bed next to him.  Jerry smiled.  He didn't know if it was
the delectable Anna or his own wandering wife, Linda, returning to his bed.
The truth was, at this time of the night, he didn't really have any
preference.

   "I've been very naughty," he heard Linda whisper to him.

   "Hmmm," Jerry hummed.

   "Very, very naughty," she insisted.

   "I was, too," Jerry smiled, stretching his arms out to welcome his wife
into his bed."

   "But I did something I never did before," she said.  "I hope you won't
be mad."

   "As long as you didn't fall in love," Jerry told her, "I doubt there's
anything you could have done that would make me mad."

   "He put a finger in my ass while he was fucking me," she confessed.  "It
made me come like never before."

   "Ah!" Jerry said.  "That explains what we heard."

   "You heard me?"

   "Umm-hmmm," he hummed.

   "We heard Anna, too." Linda sounded somewhat defensive.

   "And?"

   Linda giggled.  "It made me hot," she admitted.  "I could imagine you
eating her pussy and making her come."

   "It didn't bother you?"

   "Nope," she said, snuggling against him.  "It was like listening to the
soundtrack of a porn flick without being able to see the video.  It was
very hot."

   "I thought the same thing when I heard you.  It made Anna hot, too," he
told her.  "She moaned while she was sucking on me.  It made for some
interesting vibrations."

   "So, you don't care that he fingered my ass while he fucked me?" she
asked.

   "If it turned you on, no.  If you enjoyed it, no."

   "Now, though," she said, snuggling against him, "I think you need to get
on top of me and reclaim your wife.  Do you think you have the energy?"

   "For you, my darling, always," he said.

   "And, while you're fucking me, tell me how it felt to have a strange
woman climb into your bed naked."

   "I feel good about them," Anna told Richard in a low voice.  "They seem
to be doing this for each other.  It's a lot like you and me.  They enjoy
their individual experiences, but they're mostly devoted to each other."

   "That's good," Richard agreed.  "And did you?"

   "Enjoy it?  Oh, yes.  In fact, it was extraordinary."

   "I kind of figured that," he smiled at her, "when we heard you crying
out."

   Anna's warm chuckle made him grin.  "Well, you know how I am."

   "I do," he said.  "You like being in control."

   "And Linda was obviously delighted with you," Anna said.  "We could hear
her, too."

   "I'm proud to say I've expanded her horizons," Richard told her.

   "Do you think they'll be offended when I scream `Fuck me!'"

   "Let's see," Richard said, rising from the bed to stand at the side
while his wife positioned herself on her knees.

   The alarm chirped briefly at six-fifty-five.  Jerry cursed himself for
forgetting to turn it off.  He reached over the sleeping form next to him
and touched the reset button.  Anna turned her smiling face toward him.

   "You get up early," she murmured.

   "Most days," he acknowledged, "but I just forgot to shut it off.  When
did you come back?"

   "Uhm, I think it was about three-thirty.  Linda said she wanted you to
find me here this morning."

   "Funny," Jerry said.  "She woke up here after her first night with
Jack."

   "Maybe she wants you to know that she trusts you."

   "She better be careful," Jerry told her.  "I just might be tempted to
fall in love with you."

   "That's an incredibly bad idea," Anna said.

   "Why?  Don't you think I could love both of you?"

   Anna's chuckle warmed him.  "I do, but she might have second thoughts."

   "I did love the way you seduced me last night."

   "It was fun," Anna admitted.  "But that's not the kind of thing you can
build a relationship on."

   "That's true," he grinned at her.  "If it was, I'd be fighting for her
with Jack."

   "It says a lot for your relationship that you're not.  I think she loves
you desperately."

   "Sex is sex, and love is love."

   "There is such a thing," Anna reminded him, "as the love of sex."

   "Ahhh," he said.  "We do love the sex, don't we?"

   Anna grinned at him.  "We?  Are you including yourself among those of us
who already knew?"

   "After last night, my dear, I would have to say I do."

   Anna curled and stretched next to him like a cat.  She looked up at him
from behind the veil of her auburn hair.  "So, can I count on you for one
more session before we have to meet up with the others?"

   "I think," Jerry said, with a large smile, gathering her into his arms,
"that you can count on me."

   Linda hummed a little tune as she prepped the coffee for her guests. 
Last night had been terrific, she thought.  She'd achieved her goal of
getting Jerry seduced.  She grinned broadly, remembering how Jerry had sent
her to Jack in a high state of arousal.  But, in the two months they had
enjoyed the sharing of Linda, neither Jerry nor Jack had given her the new
experience she'd had last night.  It was something else she could put in
her little bag of tricks, she thought.

   She set the switch to brew and began to assemble items to prepare a full
breakfast.  It gave new meaning to bed and breakfast, she thought.  Bed the
hostess and get a breakfast afterwards.  She wondered if she could make a
living with that concept.

   "What would you think," she asked Jerry, "if we really did operate a B&B
for a select clientele?"

   "How select?" Jerry returned her question.  "What does that mean?"

   "It means referrals only," she said.  "For example, Richard and Anna
refer their friends to our little corner of heaven."

   Jerry shrugged.  "To what end?"

   "Well, we could charge them a few bucks for the room."

   "That's pin money, sweetie," he told her.

   "And," she said, slowly, "we would have a continuous supply of eager
couples."

   "Ahhh-ha-ha!" Jerry laughed.  "The truth comes out."

   "Don't laugh at me.  You made me like this."

   "Excuse me?"

   She looked sternly at him.  "You sent me to Jack.  You started this. 
You're responsible for turning me on to the excitement of variety."

   "I see," he nodded.  "Of course, you've been very resistant to the whole
idea."

   "Not the point," she said, sternly.  "You got me started.  Now, I'm
working on ways to keep it going.  You don't seem to be putting much effort
into it."

   "What does that mean?"

   "I found Richard and Anna.  You could have done it, but you didn't.  So,
I had to."

   "Hey, just a second.  I'm not your pimp.  You screw who you want and
when you want."

   "That doesn't sound much like, 'You're my fuck-whore.  You screw who I
want and when I say so.'"

   Jerry was astounded.  "That was just sex-talk, baby.  I'd never treat
you like that.  Is that what you want?"

   "No, Jerry," she said.  "What I want is to establish a B&B for couples
in the lifestyle so we both can have the benefit of this continuing."

   Jerry shrugged.  "Honey, if that's what you want to do, its fine with
me."

   Linda nodded her head definitively.  "That's what I want.  You take care
of the paperwork and all the legal stuff.  I'll make the breakfasts, clean
the rooms and be the perfect hostess.  All you have to do is be congenial
and screw whoever comes into your bed on the weekends.  You think you can
do that?"

   "I think I can do that.  No hags, though."

   Linda punched him hard in the shoulder.  "Anna is no hag."

   "No she's not," he agreed.  "She's set a high bar for any who may
follow.

   "You'll fuck who I tell you to and when I say so," Linda ordered
gruffly.

   "That," Jerry said, "doesn't sound like sex talk."

   "It's not," Linda said, busying herself with the breakfast clean-up. 
"Those are your orders."