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 Jerry watched with an aire of detachment as his wife, Linda, maneuvered
around the hot tub they shared with the latest couple to visit their
exclusive bed and breakfast.  He was not unaware of the soft hand that
gently caressed his thigh, occasionally brushing against his growing cock.
Had he been asked he would have had difficulty determining if his condition
of excitement was caused by the ministrations of the attractive dark-haired
vixen who sat next to him or the vision of his Linda positioning herself to
be impaled by the manhood of the vixen's significant other.

   Linda and Jerry had welcomed another couple within a few weeks after the
departure of Richard and Anna.  Their week-long adventure in spousal
swapping had encouraged Linda to open their retreat to others who had been
recommended by previous guests.  Bill and Constance spent the weekend
enjoying the quiet and exhilaration of their experiences with Jerry and
Linda.  They left exhausted yet refreshed after sharing their beds and
bodies with their hosts, who had provided accommodations and more for their
guests.

   Robert and Robin came recommended by Bill and Constance.  That's the way
Jerry and Linda had initially intended their B&B to operate.  Only those
recommended by guests who had enjoyed their experience in the hollow would
be entertained.  Jerry and Linda did not advertise, nor did they seek to
earn a living in this pursuit.  This was purely an adventure in sexual
exploration and experiences.

   Robin's hand stopped its exploration and simply wrapped around Jerry's
engorged meat.  He turned his head toward her and saw that she, too, was
watching her husband as Linda lowered herself into his lap.

   "They seem to be getting along famously," he whispered to her over the
bubbling and rush of the water in the tub.

   Robin smiled, her brilliantly white teeth appearing behind the full, red
lips that Jerry could imagine wrapped around his member.  "Hmmm," she
hummed in agreement.  "It feels to me like we're about to do the same." She
gently but firmly squeezed Jerry's cock to punctuate her statement.

   Jerry thought Robin was beautiful.  She didn't have the mature
attractiveness of Anna, the auburn-haired stunner who slid into his bed and
initiated the B&B system of sharing.  Nor did she have the somewhat
overstated bustiness of Constance, who confided she's rather fuck than eat,
placing demands on Jerry for sexual acrobatics that he found tiring and
tiresome after only a few days.  Robin had very dark hair, cut just above
her shoulders, and incredible blue eyes, the color of which reminded him of
the Caribbean Sea on a cloudless, sunny day.  She stood slightly less than
five-and-a-half feet, and her body was that of Venus de Milo in the flesh.
Her jaw line was definite without being sharp, and those blue eyes danced
with the light of a secret joy she was delighted to share at the smallest
invitation.

   Linda was gorgeous, Jerry thought.  Her blonde hair, bright green eyes,
luxuriant bosom, flat belly with the tiny pooch just above the mons, and
her legs that went from her ankles to her shoulders combined to present a
delightful package for the eyes, hands, lips and tongue to explore.  He
grinned as he watched her back as she slowly rose and descended on Robert's
hard meat.

   "You're right, my dear," Jerry told Robin, seeking out the soft flesh of
her inner thigh with his hand.  "But, can I tell you a secret?"

   "Anything," Robin answered.

   "I find sex in the tub to be problematic," he smiled at her.  "I'm not a
fan of all the splashing and chaos.  So, if you're amenable, can we take
this to one of the bedrooms or the den?"

   Robin's eyes sparkled brightly with that inner delight.  "Shall we leave
them to their own devices, then?  I was rather enjoying the view."

   "As am I," Jerry acknowledged.  "Should we exercise restraint and
patience?"

   Robin ran her small hand up and down the length of Jerry's rod.  "It's
so hard," she beamed at him.  "Being patient, I mean."

   "Uh huh," Jerry grinned back at her.  "I know what you mean."

   She leaned into him, whispering and kissing his ear at the same time. 
"Would you let me just sit in your lap while we watch them?  I promise I
won't make any waves."

   Jerry laughed aloud.  "Come on, then," he said, marveling at the sight
of this goddess as she stood and carefully moved in front of him.  She sat,
facing away from him, easing herself down on his rigid tool.  Jerry groaned
softly as her warmth enveloped him.  He wrapped his arms around her,
pulling her close so he could apply his lips to the soft texture of the
skin on her shoulders.

   "Oh, yes," she sighed as his cock slid into the moist recesses of her
love canal.  She crossed her arms over his, guiding his hands to the
distended flesh of her erect nipples.  "I think," she said softly over her
shoulder, "that we're going to be very good together."

   "I hope so," Jerry replied.  "As of this moment, I am devoted to
satisfying your every need and desire."

   "Oh, fuck!" Linda mewed.  "God, that feels so good!"

   "You like his cock in you, baby?" Jerry asked his wife.

   "Oh, fuck, yeah!" Linda answered.  "Damn, I love to fuck!"

   Jerry felt a quiver through his cock as Robin giggled.

   "Shhhh!" he warned her.  "You're not supposed to be moving."

   Robin gave a little wriggle in her hips.  "It feels so good, though,"
she informed him.

   "It does," Jerry agreed, nuzzling her shoulder.  "Should we leave these
two, then, so we can fully enjoy ourselves?"

   "Not just yet," Robin said, dreamily.  "Let's just stay right here like
we are until they've finished.

   "It's nice to find someone who shares my voyeuristic tendencies," he
joked.  He felt her hands wrap around the outside of his thighs.  Robin
pulled herself down on his member seeking even deeper penetration.

   "Are you?" she asked.  "A voyeur, I mean?"

   Jerry shrugged his shoulders.  "That's probably true," he agreed, "but I
wouldn't say it is the full description."

   "But it is one of your thrills?"

   "One of them.  I do like watching Linda."

   "That's good," she stated definitively.  "If you were all eaten up with
jealousy, why, that would just ruin it for us."

   Jerry kissed the back of her shoulder tenderly and inhaled the fragrance
of her skin.  "Not to worry," he said.  "Are you?"

   "Jealous?" she asked.

   "No, darling.  I can tell you're not.  No, are you a voyeur."

   Robin paused.  "A little bit, I guess.  I don't mind if he's out of
sight and enjoying himself.  I do like to watch when I can, though, if the
opportunity presents itself."

   "Like now," he said.

   "Yes," she told him, squeezing her muscles on his cock.  "Like now."

   The water sloshed around the tub as Linda continued her rhythmic rise on
fall on Robert's hardness.

   "That's why I'm not partial to the tub," Jerry said.  "It can get
messy."

   "And, all the bubbles hide the real action," Robin whispered.

   "So, its the penetration that trips your trigger," Jerry observed.

   "I guess it does," she said, as if exposed to a new revelation.

   "Mine, too," Jerry shared.  "I've seen it a couple of times and found it
to be quite the turn on."

   "Have you ever watched yourself?" Robin asked him.

   "Like on video?"

   "Exactly.  Robert called it a sexual self-portrait.  Of course, I didn't
create it.  I just happened to be the star."

   "I'd love to see it," Jerry told her.

   "I thought I'd be embarrassed.  But, Robert did such a good job of
shifting the scenes, you know, the initial penetration, some slick, shiny
pumping action, the facial shots of the orgasm.  Oh, and I'm quite proud of
the close-ups he shot of my oral work."

   "I have to see it, then," Jerry stated.

   Robin giggled.  "It's on the laptop.  I'll get Robert to show it to
you."

   "You know, I've enjoyed watching my wife on a couple of occasions.  It
never dawned on me to record them for posterity."

   "Would you like Robert to record us together?" she asked.

   "That's an interesting idea," he grinned.  "I'm sure it's something I
would treasure."

   "Will we be allowed to come back?" Robin wanted to know.

   "I'm sorry, I don't understand."

   "In the future, will we be allowed return visits if we decide we like it
here?"

   Jerry thought for a moment.  "I don't see why not," he finally answered.

   A stretch of silence, broken only by Linda's moans of ecstasy and the
whirring and bubbling of the tub ensued.  Finally, Robin turned her head
toward the left to look at Jerry.  "Do you know," she said, "this is the
longest time I've ever had a conversation with anybody while having his
cock inside me?"

   "We could start a new fad," Jerry chuckled.  "We're talking intimately."

   "It gives the term 'intimate conversation' a whole new meaning, doesn't
it?"

   Linda groaned across the tub.  "Oh, fuck!  Yes!  I'm coming!  Fuck it!
Fuck my hot, wet hole, Robert.  Fuck me!"

   "Here it comes," Robert growled at her.  He raised his hands out of the
water and planted them on her shoulders.  "Yeah, baby," he groaned.  "Fuck
my cock!"

   Linda's moans turned to wails as she begged Robert to unload inside her.
"Fill me up with your hot come, baby!  Oh, fuck, yeah!"

   "You're twitching inside me," Robin whispered to Jerry.

   "Sympathy spasms, you think?" he chuckled.

   She squeezed on him several times in quick succession.

   "You're doing that on purposed," he accused Robin.  It was her turn to
chuckle.

   "You found me out," she said.

   "Are we ready to go do our own thing?" Jerry asked.

   "That means I'm going to have to release that lovely cock of yours from
inside me," she pouted.

   "I'm afraid it does," he said.  "But, I promise you, just for a little
while."

   "Well, I've thoroughly enjoyed our intimate conversation," she grinned,
rising slowly to release him from the grip of her love canal.

   "Me, too," Jerry agreed.  "Maybe we can repeat it another time." He
watched with palpable appreciation as the delectable Robin stood in front
of him and then stepped up and out of the tub, the glistening water
streaming across her silken skin.  He grinned to himself, remembering the
reaction of his guests to the rules of the tub.

   +++++++

   "We'd be delighted to have you join us in the hot tub," Jerry had told
Robert and Robin as they relaxed in the den after their dinner.  "However,
you need to be aware of the rules."

   "To prevent us from drowning?" Robin asked.

   "Uhm, no," Jerry replied slowly.  "To prevent fouling the filtration
system."

   "We don't allow bathing suits," Linda chimed in.  "According to Jerry,
the fibers of any clothing clog up the filters."

   "I see," Robert said.  "Well, if my wife doesn't mind tubbing naked, I
certainly have no objections."

   "The tub seats eight in a crunch," Jerry continued, "so there will be
plenty of room for the four of us."

   "Anything else?" Robin asked, "Rule-wise?"

   Jerry looked at his wife.  "Anything else?"

   Linda grinned.  "I think that covers it."

   "Or," Robert added, "uncovers, as it were."

   "Shall we proceed, then?" Robin suggested.

   "You'll find terry robes in your room.  Bring them with you, or wear
them, if you prefer, into the tub room so you'll have something to dry off
with when you get out of the tub."

   Robin and Robert both wore their robes.  Jerry and Linda carried their,
striding confidently and naked into the tub room and hanging their robes on
the hooks.  Jerry tried to avoid staring at the voluptuous Robin as she
removed her robe and carefully hung it up.  Linda made no secret of her
admiration for Robert's equipment when he shrugged out of his cover.

   "Very nice," she said, checking out his semi-turgid member.

   Robert's crooked grin bespoke his appreciation for her compliment.

   "Please," Jerry said, indicating the tub entrance steps.  "You are our
guests.  Go right ahead."

   Robin strode purposefully up the two stairs and stepped gingerly into
the water.  Her husband followed.  They chose seats opposite each other. 
Jerry gave a wave to his wife inviting her to precede him into the steaming
water.  She climbed in and immediately sat next to Robert, smiling as she
faced Robin.

   "You don't mind, do you?" she asked the dark-headed beauty.

   "As long as Jerry is free to join me here," Robin grinned at her.

   "I think I'll sit over here," Jerry said, indicating a seat evenly
spaced between Linda and Robin.

   "The hell you will," Linda snapped at him.  "As host, you're expected to
entertain our guests." What nobody could see was that Linda had already
grasped Robert's rod underneath the camouflage of the bubbling water.

   Jerry relented.  "So, that's the kind of party it's going to be," he
said, sinking into the formed seat next to Robin."

   "Don't you think that's the kind of party they are expecting," Linda
asked, "based on the recommendations of their friends?"

   Jerry turned to look into Robin's crystal-blue eyes.  "Is it?"

   Without a hint of guile, Robin met his gaze and smiled broadly. 
"Precisely."

   +++++

   Jerry watched as Robin wrapped herself in the terry robe, and beckoned
him to join her.  "Come along," she said.  "I doubt my husband or your wife
will even notice we're gone."

   Conscious of and slightly embarrassed at his aroused state, Jerry rose
and stepped out of the tub.  Robin held a robe for him and helped him shrug
into it.  She vigorously rubbed his shoulders, chest, and back.  "You're
place or mine?" she whispered to him as she helped him dry off.

   "Your choice," he grinned at her.

   Robin strode out of the tub room and down the hall, turning into the
bedroom that she and Robert had occupied.  She closed the door behind Jerry
when he walked into the room.  She stepped up to him and untied the sash
around his waist.

   "I want you to know I loved the feeling of your cock inside me," she
said.  "I'm looking forward to it again after we have the opportunity to do
a little more exploration." She shrugged the robe off her shoulders, bent
over and used a corner to pat her legs dry.

   She stood in front of Jerry, pushed the robe off his arms and knelt in
front of him, repeating the process of patting dry his legs.  She looked up
at him, his distended member waving just inches from her face.  She
tentatively took him in her hand and licked gently at the bottom of the
head.

   "You don't have to..." Jerry started to say.

   "Hush," she ordered.  "If I want to kiss your tool, I'll do it."

   Jerry shrugged and let her have her way with him.  She planted several
kisses along his length and engulfed the head into her perfectly formed
mouth.  Jerry felt her tongue assault his flesh.  She moaned and released
him.  Her lips assaulted the root of his cock on his right side, kissing
and licking along the side of the rod.  She gave the head another small
suck, then duplicated her actions along the left side of his meat.  When
she reached the tip, she engulfed his hardness in her mouth again.  Jerry
could feel the actions of her tongue as she lashed the flesh on the
underside of his rod.  She released him and stood up in front of him.

   The vision of her standing naked in front him overwhelmed Jerry.  He
took her face in his hands and pulled her to him.  Her mouth opened to
accept the extended tongue that Jerry offered between their joined lips. 
He could taste the salty residue in her mouth.  Their tongues battled for
stimulation and ascendancy in each other's mouths.  Jerry grasped both her
breasts in his hands, his thumbs seeking and rubbing the rubbery flesh of
her nipples.  A slight moan escaped Robin's throat.  She felt his hardness
press against her belly and his manipulation of her nipples sent shocks of
electricity through her body.

   Jerry pushed Robin backwards toward the bed and gently lowered her on
it. His hands pressed her backwards until she lay down.  He released her
breasts to grasp her legs and raise them over his shoulders.  He planted
several soft kisses on the inside of each thigh.  Unable to restrain
himself, he drove his face between her legs and sucked her nether lips into
his mouth.  He tongued them viciously causing Robin to raise her hips off
the bed.

   "Oh, oh," Robin moaned as Jerry's tongue sought out her love canal and
plunged in as deeply as he could.

   Robin's hands clasped together on top of his head.  She pulled and
pushed, her hips writhing with his ministrations.  She moaned and whimpered
as his tongue found and assaulted the hardened nub of her clit.  She pushed
him down until his tongue penetrated her.  When he relented, she pushed him
down farther.  Jerry extended his tongue again, feeling the tiny
contractions of her ass.  Robin's hips rose and fell, forcing the tip of
his tongue to penetrate the tiny rosebud.

   "Enough!" she cried.

   Jerry backed away.

   Robin scooted up the bed.  "I want that cock back inside me," she told
me.

   Jerry climbed atop her frame, keeping her knees on his shoulders.  Robin
reached between them, grabbed his meat and placed it directly at the warm,
moist entrance.  "Fuck me," she whispered, "Fuck me, now!"

   "Well, that was interesting," Robert panted, looking into the face of
his hostess.

   "Mmmm," Linda hummed, squeezing herself on his still-firm member.

   "Keeping it slow like that makes for a whole range of new sensory
perception," he noted.

   "You like it?" she asked him, her hands still curled around the back of
his neck.

   "I wasn't sure I was going to make it," he told her.  "But, when you
came, those pulsations down there carried me over the brink.  It was good.
How about you?"

   "Yeah, it was good.  Feeling your hot come squirting up inside me made
it really, really nice for me.  When you grabbed my tits it just set me
off."

   "Well," Robert sighed, "I definitely think it was a unique and special
experience.  I'd recommend it."

   "We hope you will," she told him.  "All our guests come from
recommendations of those who have visited before."

   "You'll get high recommendations from us," he grinned at her.

   "Just remember, the weekend isn't over yet," she smiled back at him.  "I
hope there will be more activities to recommend us."

   +++++

   Robert looked over her shoulder and noticed the vacancies in the tub. 
"I see Robin and Jerry have already left us.  Should we get out?"

   "Let's," Linda answered.

   She stood up and carefully made her way out of the tub, smiling as
Robert's come dribbled from her.  Robert followed and wrapped in the robe
he lifted from it's hook.

   "Jerry doesn't like fucking in the tub," she told Robert.  "He's afraid
of splashing water everywhere."

   "You need to teach him," Robert replied.  "It's an exquisite
experience."

   "Let me visit the bathroom," Linda said.  "I'll meet you in the den. 
Would you like a drink?"

   "That would be great," he agreed.  "Come to think of it, I'm really
quite thirsty."

   "It comes from breathing through your mouth," Linda informed him.

   "And the fact that you've drained me of my liquid essence," he kidded
her.

   "Which continues to run down my leg," she quipped, hurrying out of the
tub room.

   Robert followed her at a more leisurely pace.  When he got to his room
he noticed the door was closed.  He grinned to himself, a knowing smile
spreading across his face.  Robin was engaged with Jerry, he thought.  He
hoped his host appreciated the silky charms of his wife.

   When Linda breezed into the den she found Robert seated in the easy
chair still in his terry robe.  She'd changed into a tank top and shirt and
was wearing minimalist sandals.

   "My room is occupied," he said to her softly.

   Linda smiled and nodded knowingly.  "He'll take good care of her," she
assured him.

   "Of course," he agreed.  "And she, him."

   Linda went to the kitchen and prepared a gin and tonic for both of them
and brought bottles of water from the refrigerator.

   "This," she said, handing him the water, "will replace your precious
bodily fluids.  And this," she handed him the mixed drink, "will strengthen
you for our next encounter."

   "So, there will be an encore?" he asked.

   "Absolutely," she beamed.  "We have all this pent up energy from
restricting our movements.  I believe we both need to release that as soon
as you feel able."

   Robert smiled.  She was, he thought, a beautiful counterpoint to his
Robin.  She shared the same wit and energy, was slightly less restrained
that his wife, and was a lovely girlish blonde compared to his wife's dark
hair and classic lines.

   They engaged in small talk as they sipped their drinks.  Robert learned
that Jerry was invested.  He'd made smart decisions during his tenure as a
trader, and managed to develop a portfolio that provided nicely for their
needs without his having to engage actively in a profession.  He parlayed
some of that income into real estate holdings of various rental and leased
properties managed by others, but providing a reasonable income stream.

   "And what about you?" Robert asked.

   "I have become a slut," she said.  "I know the term is pejorative, but
not in the way I mean it.  I simply enjoy sex.  It's an all-consuming
passion, if you'll pardon the play on words.  Of course, I take care of the
B&B, but it is really a means to an end.  We get to enjoy the company of
folks like you and Linda, feed my libido, and not have to work too hard."

   Robert nodded.  "Sounds ideal."

   "It works for me.  Some guests stay a week.  Others are with us for just
the weekend.  We're not so desperate that we have to have guests..."

   "Or charge them exorbitant rates," Robert interjected.

   "Right.  I take it out in trade," she said.

   Robert chuckled.  "Ideal."

   Linda's eyes sparkled.  "So, how's that energy level of yours?"

   "Good, good," Robert said, casting an eye down the hallway to where his
bedroom door remained closed.  "What do you have in mind?"

   "Well, I could just take you into my bed and let you fuck me to
insensibility," she mused.

   "That's an idea."

   "But, if you're game, I've got another idea.  Follow me."

   She led him out on the deck.  The warm air and gentle moonlight made for
an enchanted forest feeling to the setting.

   "This is nice," Robert said.

   "It's also very private," Linda told him.  "Our nearest neighbor is
about a quarter of a mile away."

   "So, we won't be disturbed."

   "And, we won't disturb anybody else."

   "So, what's the idea?" Robert asked.  "One of these loungers?"

   Linda grinned at him, crossed her arms and pulled the bottom hem of her
tank top over her head.  "Take off that robe," she ordered him.  "I've had
enough of sitting for tonight." She stepped out of her shorts while Robert
shucked his robe.

   "You need some help, here," she told him, dropping to one knee in front
of him.  Her fingers wrapped around his flaccid cock and she stroked him
several times before unceremoniously shoving it between her lips.

   "Oh, my!" Robert exclaimed in surprise.

   Linda released him from her mouth long enough to say, "Can't fuck with a
limp dick." She pushed him back between her lips and assaulted him with her
tongue.  She could feel the pulsations begin and the stiffening start.  She
smiled up at him as he became increasingly rigid, and hummed a little tune
of celebration.

   "I like how you get hard in my mouth," she told him.

   "And I like the way you make me hard,' he responded with a smile.

   When he was fully erect, Linda gave him a couple of cursory licks and
stood before him.  "I think you're ready," she said.  She walked toward one
of the wooden chairs and planted her hands on the arm rests, bending at the
hips.  "You can come fuck me now, if you'd like."

   "I'd love to," Robert said, stepping behind her rounded ass, grabbing
his meat and slipping it up and down her gash.  He felt the reduced
resistance of her entrance, positioned himself and slowly pushed the length
of his cock into her waiting quim.

   "Aw, fuck, that feels good!" she said.  "Let's have a few gentle
strokes, and then you can pound me."

   Robert beamed at her straightforward approach.  He slid himself out
until just the head of his cock stayed locked inside her.  He gently pushed
to its full length, delighted at the way she pressed back into him.

   "Yeah, baby," she told him.  "Fuck me deep like that."

   "You just tell me when," he growled at her.

   "One more time, nice and slow," she moaned.

   He obliged.

   "Now!" she ordered.  "Pound it into me.  Fuck me like the slut I am.  I
love the feel of your cock inside me.  Fuck me!  Fuck me hard!"

   +++++

   "Shhhh," Robin whispered softly.  She lay on her back in the bed with
Jerry nestled next to her.

   "Are you worried they'll hear us?" he asked her, his fingers trailing
languidly across the rise of her breast.

   "No," she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.  "There's a new
requirement for intimate conversations.  You taught me that."

   "But, Robin," he said.  "I've only just come.  I need some time to
recover."

   "Then you must do it silently," she told him.

   "Do I have to stop this?" he asked as his fingers brushed across the
dark flesh of her nipple.

   "Please don't," she sighed.

   Their contact had been gentle at it's start.  He had entered her slowly,
delighting in the warm, moist contact as she enveloped him.  She had, he
discovered, the habit of whispering as part of her sexual experience.  She
simply vocalized whatever came to the top of her mind.

   "Ooo, nice," she began.  "Warm, hard, but smooth.  Nice touch.  That's
good.  Oh, my!  Naughty.  Yes.  Good feeling.  Hmmm."

   Jerry leaned over her and looked into her face.  Her eyes seemed a
little unfocused.  She had, he assumed, retreated into herself and the
sensations created by their joining.  He began to gently pump his hips.

   "That's good!" she whispered.  "Like that.  Keep going.  Yes.  Nice
cock. Like that.  I like that.  Ummm.  Cock inside me.  So good."

   Jerry leaned forward to capture her right nipple between his lips.  He
tongued it tenderly, testing its texture and firmness.

   "Oh, God!" she moaned.  "Tingles through me," she continued to whisper.
"Lick my nipples.  I want to come on this cock.  Oh, fuck, yes.  Like to
fuck.  Faster, a little, I think."

   Jerry continued to plunge himself into her, noticing her reciprocal
raising of her hips to meet each thrust.  He felt her heels dig into his
ass in an effort to pull him into her as deeply as possible.  He pulled his
head back to look into her face and noticed a tiny tear streaking from her
right eye.  It stirred a concern.

   "Are you all right?" he quietly asked.

   "Yes, yes," she said softly.  "Please, don't stop.  It just feels so
good.  I'm right there," she urged him, pushing her hips against his. 
"Just a little faster."

   Jerry kissed at the tear track next to her eye.

   "Oh, God!" she whimpered.  "Yes, baby!  That's it.  Yes, we've done it!
I'm coming now!"

   Jerry felt the tightness within her begin to pulse.  He buried his head
into her shoulder and groaned, the burning feeling sweeping through his
thighs and coming to settle in his ball sack.  He groaned as the burning
fluid shot through his member.

   "Oh, baby, yes," Robin whispered.  "I can feel your heat.  Come for me,
darling," she urged him.

   He pushed himself as deeply as possible and emptied himself into her
wanting void.  He raised his weight on his elbows, leaving the pressure on
their hips as the tried to recover their breath.

   "I've got to tell you," he said quietly, "you had me worried for a
minute.  I thought maybe you were experiencing some regret."

   "Not at all," she assured him.  "Sometimes it just happens.  Usually,
its only when my lover is particularly tender and considerate."

   "Was I?"

   "Very much so," she answered.  "It was warm and lovely.  I hope we'll be
able to repeat it many times before we have to leave."

   Jerry rolled off her carefully.  He lay on his side next to her and
gently caressed the soft skin of her exposed body.

   +++++

   "Oh, fuck, yes!" Linda hissed.  "Fuck me hard, Robert.  Fuck your cock
inside me.  Pound me!  I love how you fuck me!"

   Robert did his best to comply.  He braced himself by grabbing her hips
and pulling himself into her.  He pushed her away as he withdrew and pulled
her hard against him as he plunged back inside her.  Robert noticed that as
he reached the ultimate depths of her love canal, Linda rocked her hips to
achieve an additional stimulation.  He grinned at the enthusiasm the young
blonde demonstrated.  This was, he decided, a raw sexual creature.  He
would have to remember to thank Bill for his recommendation.

   "Aw, yeah!" Linda's exclamation brought him out of his reverie.  "Aw,
yes.  Fuck!  Hmmmm!  Yeah!  Fuck me, Robert.  Fuck me with all your cock.
Oh, yeah!"

   She had said they would be undisturbed, he remembered.  He could fuck
her until she screamed, if that's what she wanted.  He had come in the tub,
so he would have good endurance.  He pounded his hips into hers, determined
to elicit those cries of satisfaction he knew where just beneath the thin
veil of decorum.  He was earnest about tearing though that veil and making
his young hostess shriek in ecstasy.

   Linda grunted in exertion.  "Oh, fuck.  I'm coming.  Keep fucking me,"
she urged him.

   No problem there, Robert thought.  He was well away from his own orgasm
and should be able to provide her with at least one more, if not two.  He
pounded against the resistance within her love canal as it clamped and
released in her orgasmic pulsations.  This was, he grinned to himself, some
really good fucking!

   +++++

   "I believe," Robin said softly, rolling her body on top of her host,
"that you weren't quite the craven stud I'd been led to expect."

   Jerry was confused.  "I...what...I'm sorry.  Were you disappointed."

   She kissed his chin.  "Definitely not disappointed," she told him. 
"Misled, a bit, but not disappointed.

   "I didn't mean to mislead you?  How were you mislead."

   "Oh, no, darling," Robin said, "you didn't do it.  Constance told me
that you were a fuck machine.  She didn't tell me that you were a lover."

   "Ah!" Jerry grinned at her.  "Constance was projecting a bit, I think."

   "How so?"

   "In all honesty, she was the insatiable fuck machine.  I simply
responded to her needs."

   "And did you perceive that I needed to have you make love to me?"

   Jerry considered his answer.  Finally, he shook his head.  "I tried only
to respond appropriately to the cues and indications you were giving me. 
If you perceived it as making love, and that's what you wanted, then I
guess I was successful."

   Robin slid down his body until his flaccid cock came in contact with her
moist flesh.  "I would like to have you inside me so we could continue our
intimate conversation," she said.

   "I can feel the stirrings," he admitted to her.  "If you'll be patient
it shouldn't take too much longer."

   "So, you made love to me because you thought I was sending you signals
that was what I wanted?"

   "Something like that," he grinned at her.

   "Perceptive," she noted.

   "Don't tell me no one makes love to you," Jerry said.

   "Oh, sometimes.  Robert can be very tender.  Somehow, though, I just
didn't expect it in this situation."

   "Why is that?"

   "Oh, I can feel you down there.  Can you work it inside me?"

   Jerry grinned.  "Let me try," he said.  He reached down between them and
took his semi-turgid meat and slid it up and down the slippery flesh she
offered him.  He felt his way around until the head rested just at the
opening.  "A little help?" he asked her.

   She grinned and pressed her hips down and he slid easily into her canal.
"Hmmmm," she hummed at the sensation.  "Lovely."

   "So, what about this situation?"

   "Oh, well, Robert and I expected a much more raw, sexual experience. 
Based on what Bill and Constance had said.  Their term was a swingers'
paradise and that we should expect to be well and truly fucked by the two
of you.  So, I expected to fuck and to get fucked, but not to be made love
to like you just did."

   "The real questions is, did you like it?"

   Her crystal-blue eyes looked into his.  "It was thoroughly delightful."
she said, crossing her arms over his chest and laying her chin on her
wrists.  "Now that we are intimate again, I think we can continue our
intimate conversation."

   After a long pause, he asked her, "How did you get started in this?  I'm
really curious.  You don't seem to be the same sex-crazed hot wife that
Linda and I have entertained before."

   "Let me work backwards on that," she said.  "I think it will make more
sense."

   "Whatever works," he said.

   "I have developed an attitude that sex is sex and love is love. 
Sometimes they meet up.  Most times, though, sex is just a fun thing to
do."

   "I'd agree to that."

   Robin continued, "I had to develop that attitude because of the
situation.  We, Robert and I, were sort of in a rut.  He was working all
the time, and I was, well, sort of there.  I have some volunteer work I do,
but, we have no children.  I mostly stay at home.

   "Robert was, on the other hand, constantly on the go.  Our diversion was
restricted to the occasional office party.  Other than that, it was early
mornings and late nights for him, and me, bored, mostly, except for my gym
membership and volunteer work."

   "It was at one of those company events that we started on this path. 
Apparently, well not apparently, but in reality, the Vice President of
Operations and his wife, quite a stunning redhead, by the way, were in the
lifestyle, shall we say?  I don't know exactly why they picked up on us,
but Victoria, the redhead, approached me while we were powdering our noses.
She told me that her husband thought I was attractive.  Of course, I was
flattered, but still unaware of their propensities.  She confided that
Robert's name had come up in a conversation with her husband, and that he
was in need of some R&R.  So, the long and short of it is that we were
invited to their cabin on a little lake about sixty miles away for a long
weekend."

   "I also love the way your lips move when you talk," Jerry added.

   "Hush, now.  Anyway, when we got there it was intensely hot,
temperature-wise.  The cabin had no air conditioning, but plenty of windows
to let the air flow through.  The order of the day was swimsuits, all day,
everyday.  Victoria's were small and exposed a whole lot of her.  We were
dining the first evening on the deck, paper plates and lounge chairs. 
Victoria remarked that Robert seemed to like the view.  What she noticed
was that my loving husband had developed quite an erection in his swim
trunks."

   "Please kiss me once before you go on," Jerry said.  "You might have
noticed that watching your lips has made me quite hard."

   Robin grinned at him and leaned forward.  She planted a soft, delicate
kiss on his lips, then brushed it lightly with her tongue.

   "I noticed," she said.  "I like it."

   "Continue."

   "Well, Victoria said something along the lines of it being a shame to
let it go to waste.  She asked me if I wanted to take care of it, or if it
would be all right for her to.  I was astounded, quite frankly.  I mean,
you just don't talk about things like that.

   "I don't know whether it was the shock or the situation, but I
apparently shrugged my shoulders.  The next thing I know, she was on her
knees in front of Robert's chair, and she had him out of his trunks and her
lips wrapped around his cock.  Frankly, my guts were boiling with jealousy
and rage.  I looked at Robert and he gave me one of those, 'what the hell'
kind of looks.  Just then, I felt the VP's hand on my shoulder.  He knelt
beside my chair.  He said I didn't need to watch if I didn't want to.  He
led me back into the cabin.  That's when he told me.  He said he didn't
want me to be upset, because Victoria was only going to suck him off,
swallow his come, and return him to me.  As you can imagine, I was aghast.

   "Then he said something that made sense to me.  He said Robert would
come back to me undamaged and unchanged.  He said that it was a lot like
dancing.  He told me he doubted I'd mind if they danced together as long as
he came back to me with all his parts intact.  Then he led me back out onto
the veranda and I watched as my husband got his cock sucked by this
stunning redhead.  I saw him lurch upward and knew he was going to shoot
his load.  She swallowed every drop of his come, licked his cock clean and
tucked him back into his swim trunks.  Then she looked at me and smiled."

   "Did she say anything?"

   "She said she bet my crotch was damp.  Just like that."

   "And, was it?"

   "No.  It was soaking.  I couldn't believe how my own body had betrayed
me.  I was actually turned on by watching my husband get a blow job from
this woman."

   "It is one way to get you out of rut, though."

   "Then she said her husband would gladly attend to my state of arousal
and that fair was fair."

   "And did he?"

   "Robert was sitting right there in his chair.  He looked at me and
nodded.  I asked him if he was serious, did he really want me to let his
boss lick my pussy.  He nodded again.  Well, that made me mad.  So, I slid
off my bottoms, sat back down on the lawn chair and I let him eat me out."

   "Is that all?"

   "Robert got another erection.  He was watching his boss eat my pussy,
lick me to one orgasm after another and the son-of-a-bitch got another
erection."

   "Watching you get eaten out would probably give me a stiffy, too," Jerry
confided.

   "Well, I was so hot, I mean aroused, and so pissed off at Robert, I told
the VP he might as well fuck me, because my husband just loved watching
it."

   "And did he?"

   "Oh, yeah," Robin said.  "Right there on that lawn chair.  He shucked
off his trunks and his hard popped out into the air.  He knelt down and
pulled me forward until his cock was right there.  He said something about
being sure I wanted to do this.  I grabbed his hips and pulled him forward
until his cock slid right up inside me."

   "And, so you liked it."

   "I did," Robin said.  "I felt naughty and nasty, hot and slutty.  Just
knowing it was strange cock did all sorts of things to me.  I was screaming
in coming and crying and swearing.  Pretty soon he shoots this big load of
come into me.  I could feel the hot spurts and I came again."

   "So you liked it," Jerry said.

   "Damnedest thing," Robin said.  "By the time he came in me I wasn't mad
anymore.  I was just hotter than a two dollar pistol.  Then, after he
pulled out, Victoria knelt down in front of me and licked his come out of
me.  I never had a woman even touch me there.  But, I came two more times.
When she finished, she looked at me and sort of tossed her head toward
Robert.  His boner was sticking up making a tent in his shorts.  And
Victoria says to me, 'Fair's fair.' So I told her to have a blast."

   "Robert fucked her?"

   "Well, it was more like she fucked him.  Kind of like your wife and
Robert in the tub earlier.  She rode that cock like, I don't know, like a
bronco, I guess."

   "And you didn't get jealous?"

   "A little late for that, don't you think?  I already fucked his boss."

   "And fair's fair."

   "Right," Robin said.  "Well, that sort of let the cat out of the bag. 
We didn't wear any bathing suits or anything for the rest of the weekend.
It turned into a general fuck-fest.  Victoria would fuck Robert and I'd
fuck Gordon.  A little while later, I'd fuck Robert and Victoria would fuck
Gordon.  She'd suck his come out of me and go back and fuck Robert again."

   "So, by the time you left, you were in the life."

   "I don't just fuck anybody, though," she said defensively.

   "No, of course not," Jerry said.

   "But, I do love the feel of a strange cock penetrating me for the first
time."

   "And the second and third time, apparently.  I have experience."

   "Oh, well your cock is different," she said.  "I love your cock."

   "So what happened to Gordon and Victoria?"

   "Oh, they're still there.  We get with them every three months or so. 
We go out to their cabin and spend three or four days naked, just fucking
our brains out."

   "And, you're okay with all of this now?"

   Robin smiled wickedly.  "I'm here with you, your cock inside me, and I'm
ready to fuck again.  You're wife is who-knows-where, probably sucking and
fucking my husband.  Am I all right?"

   "You seem to be.  But, remember, the first time, we made love."

   "And it was nice," Robin said, "but this time, I want to fuck!" She
lifted her body and sat astride Jerry and began to move her hips in a
steady, constant rhythm.

   +++++

   When Jerry slogged into the kitchen the following morning, Linda was
clearing away dishes and cleaning the cooking surfaces.

   "What are you doing?" Jerry asked.

   "Cleaning up after breakfast," she said, shortly.  "You do remember this
is a bed and breakfast operation, don't you?"

   "You really made them breakfast?"

   "Of course," she answered.

   "Where are they now?"

   "They went for a hike in the woods."

   "You sound pissed."

   "I'm not pissed," Linda told him.  "I told you last night I wasn't
pissed."

   Linda and Jerry eventually found their way back to the master bedroom
and to each other in the early hours of the morning.  They made slow love
to one another.

   "Do we need to talk?" Linda asked her husband when they lay curled
together.

   "Only if you're pissed about something," he responded.

   "I'm not pissed, Jerry.  I thought you might be."

   "Not me," Jerry said.

   "You're not mad about the tub?"

   "Of course not," he told her.  "I had no problem with it."

   "You left."

   "We did.  I'm surprised you noticed.  You were somewhat engaged when we
slipped out."

   "Then we went out on the deck and he fucked me again.  We adjourned to
our bed and did the sixty-nine.  We fucked again one more time before he
left to go back to Robin.  I went to the kitchen for water and found you
here when I got back."

   "So you had a good time?"

   "I did.  I am.  Do you want me to stop?"

   Jerry chuckled.  "Why in the world would I want you to stop?  You're
having fun.  I'm enjoying myself.  What makes you think I want you to
stop?"

   "Because you love me and it drive you nuts to see me fucking somebody
else?"

   Jerry laughed.  "More projecting."

   "What does that mean?"

   "It's a long story.  I'll tell you all about it tomorrow," Jerry said.
"Just remind me about projecting, okay?"

   "I love you, Jerry.  I really do."

   "I know, baby.  And, I love you, too.  Let's get some sleep."

   Linda cuddled up against his back and eventually drifted off.  Neither
of them left the bed for the remainder of the night until Linda arose at
about six in the morning to prepare breakfast for their guests.

   "So," Linda said, setting a cup of coffee in front of her husband, "you
want to tell my about projecting?"

   "Apparently, Constance said something to Robin about us being
sex-crazed. I told Robin I thought Constance was projecting her own
mind-set onto us."

   "What's that got to do with our situation?"

   "What did you tell me last night about my wanting you to stop?  I don't
remember."

   Linda brushed back a strand of hair from her face.  "Maybe you want me
to stop because you love me and it makes you crazy when I screw somebody
else.  Oh, wait a minute.  You think that's how I feel?"

   Jerry smiled at her over the rim of his coffee mug.

   "That's just wrong, Jerry.  I sent Anna into you, remember?  I came up
with the B&B idea so we'd have a supply of willing partners.  I went into
Jack because you encouraged me to do it.  I'm not jealous."

   "Still, there's something about Robin that bothers you."

   Linda sat down opposite him.  She worried a thumbnail with her teeth. 
"Anna was attractive and elegant.  But I didn't feel threatened.  Constance
was so over-the-top with the hairdo and make-up.  But, Robin is...I don't
know."

   "Robin in beautiful, delicate, and very nice.  She doesn't seem to be
overly interested in the sex, so she must be into creating emotional
attachments.  How am I doing?" Jerry asked.

   "You're good," Linda laughed.  "You nailed it."

   "So, Robin is going to try to steal your husband, right?"

   "Something like that."

   "Okay," he laughed.  "Well, I've gotten to know some things over the
last day.  First, Robin already has a husband.  She loves Robert dearly. 
Second, she's much more into the sex than she lets on.  While you were
doing Robert in the tub, Robin was sitting in my lap.  But, not just
sitting.  She had me up inside her.  If she was really trying to steal me
away, why did she ease me out of her bed last night and send me to be with
you?"

   "So, she's not trying to make you fall in love with her."

   "She is not."

   "She's just so damned refined and gorgeous."

   "Stop it, Linda," Jerry ordered.  "That refinement dissolves when she
gets naked.  And, you need to stop by a mirror and look at yourself.  You
are a beautiful woman.  You don't have a thing to worry about.  In fact, I
should be more worried that one of these studs would want to steal you from
me!"

   "Well, we know that's not going to happen," Linda grinned at him. 
"They'd screw me senseless for a couple of weeks and then demand I stop
sharing my assets with others."

   "Whereas," he grinned, "if you stay with me, you're guaranteed license
to play as you please."

   +++++

   Robert and Robin left Tuesday morning amid promises to stay in contact
and to repeat their visit.

   "Don't forget that referral," Jerry reminded them as they loaded into
their Hummer.

   "I've got just the couple in mind," Robert replied.

   "Gordon and Victoria?" Jerry asked.

   Robert looked stunned for a moment.  "Yeah," he said.  "That's who I was
thinking about."

   "Robin told me," Jerry informed him.  "Sounds like a fun couple to have
around."

   "They are," Robin said.  "You'll like them."

   "I'm looking forward to getting their application," Jerry said.

   "Who are Gordon and Victoria?" Linda asked him as the Hummer backed out
of the driveway.

   "They're the couple who got Robert and Robin in the lifestyle," he told
her.  "You'll like him.  I'll love her.  And, apparently she's got a kink
that will drive you wild."

   "What kink?" Linda pressed him.

   "You'll find out," he said, determined that Linda would not be able to
pry out of him Victoria's habit of licking the come from her husband's
partners.