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 The smile my wife gave me as she crooked her forefinger at me in summons
could have been described as a smirk.  The way her eyes shimmered, however,
spoke of excitement rather than smugness.  It was an enigmatic smile,
though, that intrigued me.



   In spite of my drained condition, I managed to make my way toward Laurie
in answer to her instruction.  On hands and knees, head to head, she gave
me a gentle, moist kiss, during which a shudder translated through her
body.



   "I think David likes fucking me," she whispered into my ear, holding my
neck.



   I pulled back a few inches so I could see her face.



   "The question is," I whispered back to her, "do you enjoy it."



   Laurie took an involuntary sharp gasp.  Her eyes shut sharply then
opened them slowly to look at me, that same mysterious grin on her face.



   "I love having you here, in front of me," she said, her words unevenly
punctuated by the thrusts of her lover, "so I can see your face, touch you,
and kiss you while he fucks me."



   That brought a smile to my face.  I leaned slightly forward for another
gentle kiss with my wife and felt the tremor of David's thrusting pulse
through her body.



   "I'm loving every minute," I admitted to her.  "I've never seen you look
so beautiful.  You are absolutely aglow."



   "How's Trish?" Laurie asked.



   "She's okay," I responded.



   "Just okay?" my wife whispered.



   I chuckled.  "I meant she's doing okay.  In terms of the other, she was
delightful."



   "Oh, good," Laurie said.  "Are you finished, then?"



   "Hmmm," I hummed.  "For now, I think.  I don't doubt we'll have another
go in a few minutes, if you don't mind."



   Laurie shook her head.  "I'm not in much of a position to object,
kneeling here, with her husband's cock regularly poking into me, do you
think?"



   "I'm still your husband, Laurie," I said.  "I'm subject to whatever your
needs and desires are."



   "Then, go for it, Sweetheart," she said, with kind of a groan.  "We
don't know when we'll have this chance again.  Besides, I like to watch
you, too."



   That was an unexpected benefit of what had initially begun as my
fantasy. When Laurie found my stash of magazines some months ago, I had no
idea it would develop as it had.  It appeared that my wife was as much
aroused by this concept as I had been.



   "Oh, my!" she whimpered.  "Here.  Hold my hands.  I'm going to come
again," she appealed to me urgently.



   I gripped her hands where they lay on the carpeting of our den.  She
squeezed mine tightly, while the moans of pleasure escaped from her throat.
Her lover continued to thrust into her inexorably with strong, steady and
rhythmical strokes from behind.



   "Oh, yes!" my wife cried out.  "Please, yes!  Just fuck me like that! 
Oh, please, yes!  I love this!"



   A flip of a coin had brought us to where we were.



   As my wife described it, the morning coffee klatch with her neighborhood
girlfriends had developed into somewhat of a cheering section for Laurie
and Trish.  Three of the four other women seemed energized by what the two
of them had decided to do.



   "I just can't believe you're going to go through with this," said Kim, a
neighbor Laurie had identified as a fantasy partner some weeks ago.



   "It's the natural progression," Laurie told them as they gathered in
Toni's kitchen, two houses down from ours.



   "How can it be natural?" asked Marta.  "It's not a natural situation."



   Trish shrugged.  "It seems like it, though," she said.  "We played the
roles and it seemed to work okay."



   "But, that's just role-play," Marta objected.  "This is the real thing!"



   "Makes your tummy kind of tingle, doesn't it?" Kim offered.  "Just
think, right here in our neighborhood, right next door, maybe.  People will
be screwing just for the fun of it."



   Trish put her coffee cup on the coaster provided by her neighbor.  "I
think your just jealous, Marta," she said.



   "Am not," Marta insisted.



   "I am," Kim volunteered.  "Think of it.  Candles, dim lights and soft
music.  A hot, hard man ready to do your bidding." She shivered.



   "What's the matter with your husband?" Marta demanded.



   "Already had him," Kim answered.  "He's nice, but not new."



   "I always thought Ken was very attractive," Laurie offered.



   "She'll be having him next," Lindsay chuckled.



   "It's not like that," Trish said.  "I told you.  We did the role-play."



   "Really," Laurie told them.  "Don't you think we should get through this
before we start thinking about who might be next?"



   "What's to get through?" Lindsay asked.  "You take him home.  You fuck
him.  You move on to the next one."



   "Oh, it's definitely not like that, Linds," Laurie said.  "Trish and I
are in this together."



   "Okay, so you take them home and fuck them," Lindsay corrected herself.



   "Where are we taking them?" Trish asked.



   "You're taking Larry home with you," Kim said.



   "No, she's not," Laurie shot back.  "Either my house or yours."



   "Flip for it," Marta suggested.



   "Are you coming around to this, then?" Trish wanted to know.



   Marta smiled shyly.  "Well, I figure if it's going to happen, might as
well play some part in doing the details."



   "I've got a quarter," Lindsay offered.



   "Okay," Laurie said to Trish.  "Heads, your house.  Tails, mine."



   "You flip it, Toni," Lindsay said, handing her the coin.



   It came up tails.



   Kim squealed.  "Oh, this is going to be so much fun!"



   "For them," Marta said, waving a finger between Laurie and Trish.



   Lindsay worried a nail for a second.  "I'm betting it's going to be
nothing like the role-play."



   Monday when they reconvened Marta was the first to speak out once
everyone was settled and served in Kim's at spacious kitchen nook.  "All
right," the dark-haired beauty demanded, "let's hear it.  Spill the beans."



   Laurie smiled shyly and nodded, "It was good."



   Trish shook her head.  "Good?  No, it wasn't good.  It was terrific!"



   "Really?" Lindsay said, obviously not convinced.



   "Oh, yes," Trish said, seriously.  "It was like your first time, your
wedding night and a parachute jump all rolled into one.  It was awesome!"



   "Oh, geez," Kim breathed heavily.  "Do tell."



   "Well," Trish began, "I felt like being at the center of the Universe. I
guess I might be kind of an exhibitionist, because it didn't bother me that
anybody else was there.  It almost made it more exciting.  But, the fact
is, I didn't really notice until after the first time."



   "You did it more than once?" Lindsay asked.



   Trish nodded.  "Three times, in all.  And, it just kept getting better
and better."



   "Larry's that good?" Toni asked.



   "He was marvelous," Trish said.  "Laurie's got herself a real winner."



   "David's no slouch, either," Laurie told them.  "I thought he was pretty
terrific, too."



   "Details," Marta demanded.



   "After we got to the house," Trish continued, "we started with some slow
dancing.  I could tell Larry was getting aroused.  Of course, I didn't have
anything but a little shirt-dress, a thong and some sandals on, so when we
were close like that he could feel all the goods.  The next thing I knew I
was naked and his lips and tongue were all over me.  It gives me the
shivers just thinking about it."



   "What were you doing while this was going on?" Kim asked Laurie.



   "Same thing, sort of.  We were dancing, David and me.  I had my arms
wrapped around his neck and we were just sort of swaying.  Then, I heard
him say something like, `Uh-oh,' or `Oh, my,' or something.  I looked over
and saw Trish was naked and Larry was on his knees kissing her belly.  I
got a real racy feeling in my gut and pressed hard against him.  I was
thinking that soon I'd be naked, too, and David would have full access to
me, just like Trish."



   "Did that make you scared?" Lindsay asked.



   Laurie shook her head.  "Not scared.  Excited."



   "Go on," Toni told Trish.



   "Well, it didn't last long.  While he was kissing my belly, I had this
ache develop, you know, down there.  So, I put my hands on his head and
pushed him down.  I'm not sure if I pushed or if he just took the cue and
my hands followed his head.  Anyway, when his tongue started to work on me
down there it was like a million little sparks went off."



   "So you just stood there and let him lick you?" Lindsay asked her, her
voice little more than a whisper.



   "Maybe a minute or so," Trish answered.  "Then we backed up to the sofa
and I sort of lay across the seat to the back.  He got between my legs and
really went to town.  I've never been eaten like that, I'm telling you. 
Larry really made me believe he loved my pussy."



   "What's not to love," Marta joked.  "Did you come?"



   "Oh, geez, yes!" Trish gushed.  "Like, twice, I think.  He just kept
going, licking and kissing, sucking me into his lips and rubbing his tongue
on me.  He was excellent.



   "I wanted to let him know how much I liked it, but all I could do was
hold on to his head.  He wouldn't let me up or switch positions with me
until he was finished."



   "Then, what happened?" Toni wanted to know.



   "He was quite the gentleman," Trish grinned.  "He backed up and asked me
if I was ready for him.  My heart was pounding a mile a minute.  I told him
I was definitely ready and I was!



   "He scooted forward and put himself right on my clitty.  I nearly jumped
out of my skin.  Then he slid it up and down.  I lay back there and closed
my eyes.  As he was rubbing me, all I could think of was that this was not
David.  It kept screaming through my mind, not David, not David, not David.
He slipped inside me and, oh, geez!  It was just so marvelous.  He filled
me right up.  I think I had another orgasm right there as he eased himself
inside me.  I just know my puss clamped on him over and over again.  Mercy!
It was such an incredible rush!"



   "Whoooh!" whispered Kim.  "I can almost feel it myself."



   "No way," Trish said, softly.  "I mean it, Sweetie.  You got to have the
real thing to actually feel how thrilling it is."



   "And you never got jealous that Laurie was doing the same with your
husband?" Lindsay wanted to know.



   Trish shook her head and grinned.  "Who was doing what with whom?"



   The girls all laughed.



   "Seriously," she said, "it didn't even enter my mind until later.  Right
then, all I could think of was I had this marvelous cock inside me, it
wasn't David's, but it was all okay.  I felt absolutely as sensually alive
and wanton as ever in my life."



   "Besides," Laurie offered, "we weren't anywhere near that point, yet."



   "What in hell were you doing," Marta nearly shouted, "while your husband
was fucking your friend?"



   "Easy, Marta," Kim laughed.  "Maybe they were watching." She turned to
Laurie.  "Were you just watching?"



   "Actually, no," Laurie giggled.  "We were still dancing.  We could hear
Trish moaning as Larry was eating her.  David asked me if I was jealous.  I
told him I wasn't and asked if he was.  `What, with you here in my arms?'
he answered.  So I said he deserved a nice reward for being such an
understanding husband.  I made him sit back in the easy chair, then, I
unzipped him and took out his dick.  I guess all the noise from Trish
turned him on, because he was really hard.  Then I started to lick and suck
his cock.  He liked it."



   Lindsay asked, "We heard Trish really liked Larry's meat.  How was
David's?"



   Laurie nodded.  "Very, very nice.  It was not so big as to be ungainly,
but big enough to make it interesting.  It has a nice shape, too.  He's
straight, with a nice ridge around the head.  It is a good cock."



   "Did he come?" Kim wanted to know.



   Laurie smiled.  "I'm not sure it was intentional.  Maybe it was hearing
his wife's moans and comments drove him over the edge.  I hadn't been doing
him long before he said, `Oh, shit!' and it began to pump.  It was nice. 
Warm and salty.  It really gave me a feeling of power to be able to get him
off like that."



   "You swallowed it?" Lindsay asked.



   "Of course," Laurie said.  "I'm a bitch-slut-whore.  What else would I
do?"



   Kim interjected defensively, "No, you're not that whore-bitch thing you
said."



   Laurie nodded, "Oh, yes I am.  I found that out Saturday.  I love the
sex.  It doesn't make any difference if it's Larry or David, or anybody
else.  I love sucking, fucking, eating and being eaten.  I never knew how
much I liked it before.  Now, I know and I know what I am.  I am a B-S-W,
and I like it."



   "Well, if you're a B-S-W," Trish told her, "then so am I, `cause I loved
what we did Saturday, and I want to do it again, soon."



   Lindsay sounded irked.  "I have no doubt you both are.  I want to hear
what happened next."



   Laurie shrugged.  "I guess that's when I just lay back on the carpet and
invited him to enjoy his dessert."



   "And, did he?" Marta asked.



   "Of course," Laurie smiled.  "He started on my breasts, worked his way
down to my tummy and then, well..."



   "He ate you out," Kim offered.



   "Mmm hmmm," Laurie agreed.



   "How was he?" Lindsay wanted to know.



   "Quite good, really," Laurie said.  "You know how we prefer they go
slow? Well, he was good at that.  He never rushed.  He never got insistent.
He just kept going really slowly.  He had me clawing that carpet a couple
of times."



   "Did you see what Trish and your husband were doing?" Marta tossed out.



   "Kind of," Laurie responded.  "I could see they were doing it.  But, I
got distracted.  David was very attentive."



   "That is just wild," Kim said, thoughtfully.  "You're having your pussy
licked by her husband while she's doing yours." She shook her head. 
"That's a hell of an image."



   "It's even better in person," Trish told her.



   "Could you see them?" Marta queried.



   "In flashes, kind of.  When Larry pulled out, I could see them.  When he
pushed into me, he blocked my view.  But, what was really hot was listening
to them."



   "What could you hear?" Lindsay asked.



   "Mostly Laurie.  She was telling him how good it was.  I didn't realize
how vocal she was.  She kept telling him to eat her pussy and lick her clit
and stuff.  It was hot."



   "You're not exactly silent Sally, you know," Laurie shot at her with a
chuckle.



   "Our friend here," she said, indicating Trish to the rest of the klatch,
"moans and cries when she's getting laid.  My favorite part of her
performance when she went, `Oh, yes, oh, please.  Oh, no, you fuck me!'
Only she didn't just say it.  It was kind of like a whimper.  Very sexy."



   "Well, it was good," Trish said, defensively.  "Besides, he was fucking
me."



   "So, there wasn't any love-making going on," Marta stated.



   Trish and Laurie looked at each other.  They simultaneously said, "Oh,
no.  No, no."



   Then Trish continued, "That's what made it such a rush.  We were all
just fucking.  It was raw, slutty, uninhibited.  We were just doing it.  We
were rutting for the pure, sensual, sexual experience.  It was great!"



   Lindsay reminded the group, "I remember that this started out from
Larry's fantasy of watching Laurie get laid, wasn't it?  Did that happen?"



   "Oh, yes," Laurie said.  "That's how it started, but, you know, once I
got into those magazines and read the articles, well, it started to turn me
on, too.  I'm not sure it would have been as much fun with Larry just
watching David and me.  The role-playing thing we did made me realize that
I wanted to get laid as much as he wanted me to, but that I wanted him to
get laid, too.  I'm really glad I've got a friend like Trish to help me
make that happen."



   "After Larry came inside me, I got up to wash off in the bathroom,"
Trish said.  When I came back, little Laurie here was on her hands and
knees and my husband was screwing her from behind.  She had Larry come and
hold her hands and kissed him while she was getting laid.  It was very
hot."



   Marta asked her, "What did you do?"



   "I went and knelt down next to David.  I could see his cock pumping in
and out of her.  I just touched his arms and told him how sexy it looked.
When I said I hoped we'd be doing a lot more of this is when he lost his
control and began banging away at her.  I knew he was close to coming, so I
just kissed his arm, right below his shoulder and told him to make sure he
fucked her good."



   "Well," Lindsay corrected.



   "You're such a teacher," Trish said, laughing.  "I didn't say `well', I
said `good'.  It sounds better.  `Fuck her good.' It may not be
grammatically correct, but it sure fits."



   The conversation dropped off for a few moments.  Finally, Toni asked the
group, "So, who's next?"



   There was a general discomfort among the women.



   Laurie spoke up.  "I don't think it works like that."



   "How does it work, then?" Lindsay asked.



   "I don't know," Laurie answered.  "I just know that I wasn't starting
some sort of initiation thing, some sort of rite of passage."



   "That's right," Trish offered.  "Besides, who's been talking this up to
their husband?  You can't just assume they'll jump at the prospect."



   "I will," Kim announced.  "I'll go next, this weekend.  I've got a
birthday coming up."



   "In three weeks," Toni sniffed.



   "Close enough," Kim answered.  "Sounds like a hell of a birthday party
to me."



   Laurie shrugged.  "You think Ken will go for it?"



   Kim smiled broadly.  "I don't plan to leave him much choice."



   "So, what do you think about Laurie?" she asked her husband that
evening.



   "What do you mean?" Ken sensed some sort of trap in the question.



   "You think she's cute?" Kim pressed.



   "Sure," her husband answered, noncommittally.



   "Is she hot?"



   "Say," Ken said, a bit of alarm touching his voice.  "What's this about,
anyway?"



   "I want to know if you think my girlfriends are hot, that's all," Kim
said.  "Laurie, Trish, Marta, Toni and Lindsay.  Do you think they're hot?"



   Ken sat back and looked at her.  "I don't know, Kimmy.  I never looked
at them that way.  They're just your girlfriends."



   "I'm thinking of lending you to Laurie Saturday," Kim told him.  "What
would you think of that idea?"



   "I'd think you're crazy," Ken said.  "What do you mean, `lend' me."



   "For my birthday," she said.  "She said she wouldn't mind taking you on.
In fact, she said she'd love to take you on."



   "You're nuts!" Ken said, emphatically.



   Kim shook her head.  "You've been a good and faithful husband for the
past six years.  It's time you had some strange.  I can trust Laurie.  I
know I can trust you.  So, for my birthday, I want you to have some fun. 
Saturday night, we'll go to dinner with them and then go back to their
house and you'll do Laurie."



   "No, I won't."



   Kim touched her husband's face, her eyes shining brightly.  "Please,
baby.  Do it for me.  We'll just have a little fun, and then you can come
home with me and we'll fuck like little monkeys.  Please?"



   "Seriously, Kimmy, have you lost your mind?"



   "No," she said, insistently.  "I want you to do this for me for my
birthday."



   Ken shook his head in wonderment.  "I'm going to have to really think
seriously about this.  I'm not...I just don't..." He shook his head, again.
"I don't know."



   "It'll be all right, baby," Kim said, sweetly.  "I promise.  You'll love
it.  I'll love it.  And, I'll love you even more if you'll do it."



   The following day in the coffee klatch Kim announced her progress.  "I
didn't tell him Trish would be there, too, though.  You will be, won't
you?" she asked Trish.



   "I wouldn't miss this for the world," Trish said through her laughter.



   "So," Laurie began, "we'll all go to dinner together.  Then, I'll do the
`Do you think Kenny would do me' bit to Larry, right?  Then, we'll go back
to our place and I'm supposed to seduce Kenny?"



   "Sound's good to me," Kim answered.



   "You didn't mention you'd be getting laid, too," Toni pointed out.



   Kim grinned.  "I figure Laurie will keep him so busy he'll hardly
notice. Besides, once he's doing her, he won't have much room to bitch,
will he?"



   "You are devious," Lindsay said.  "You realize Saturday is the day after
tomorrow, don't you?"



   "I know," Kim grinned.  She held up to fingers less than an inch apart.
"I'm just that close to getting some strange."



   "Not to mention your husband," Marta interjected.



   "Still jealous, huh?" Kim shot at her.



   "Nope, because me and mine are next," Marta told her.



   "Seriously," Laurie said.  "This was never supposed to be an induction
process, you know.  It's not a club or anything."



   "Sorry, Sweetie," Trish told her, "but this has developed faster than
any of us expected.  It is a club.  It's the F-H-G Club.  The Fuck Her Good
Club.  We're all on the side of our friends and want them to get laid."



   "What about the husbands?" Lindsay asked.



   "Just a means to an end," Trish answered.  "I love my David.  I want all
of you to get laid.  So, I'm willing to lend David to any you as long as
you agree to send him back to me.  Nobody tries to steal anybody else's
spouse.  We're just using them to get laid.  Agreed?"


   The women looked at each other and nodded.