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 When Rita slid into my sleeping bag and pressed her warm, soft, naked flesh
against me, I balked.

   "I don't think we should do this," I whispered in her ear.

   "What do you mean?" she said, her thigh rubbing against mine.

   "I just don't think it's wise for us to complicate things like this," I
said.  "We're neighbors and friends, and if we do this it will irrevocably
change our relationship."

   "You think so?" she whispered back, obviously furious.  She spun herself
around in the bag so she was facing me.  In the dim light cast by the dying
campfire I could see her dark eyes flashing.  "You'd better shut up and
start listening, then," she ordered.  When I opened my mouth to respond,
she put a finger to my lips and said, "Shush!" urgently.

   We lay there, pressed against one another.  My body didn't deny she was
an attractive, warm, and very desirable woman.  My cock was hardening in
spite of my very real concerns about the deterioration of our relationship.


   Rita and Mike had invited Janice and I on this camping trip.  Camping
was never big on our list of activities, but our neighbors had pressed us
to go along with them, assuring us we'd have a marvelous time and that they
would take care of the mundane details.  We'd finally agreed and had been
here in the woods of western Arkansas for about fifteen hours.  Mike
assured us that it was early in the season and we would be alone and
undisturbed.

   At bedtime, Rita had told me to go get in the bag in my tent.  The three
of them, Mike, Rita, and my wife, Janice, had stayed by the fire until I'd
retired.  Eventually, to my surprise, it was Rita who slid in beside me
instead of my wife Janice.

   There had been innuendo throughout the evening as to the sleeping
arrangements.  Mike had expressed his appreciation for Janice's charms
during our late-night skinny-dipping expedition to the nearby lake.  Rita
of course, enchanted me.  The two were virtually opposites.  Rita had a
riot of curly dark hair, while Janice had short, smooth, blonde locks. 
Rita's eyes were black and flashed expressively in the firelight.  Janice
had beautiful blue eyes.  Janice was tall, at 5'8" and statuesque.  Rita
was much shorter, and strongly configured.  Not stout, to be sure, but well
formed and tightly muscled.  Janice had firm breasts with pointed, pink
nipples.  Rita's were rounded, with large, dark areolas around her
pencil-sized nipples.

   What we heard, lying there in the sleeping bag, flesh pressed against
flesh, was the slightest hint of a high-pitched moan.  The volume increased
slightly as time ticked away.  Eventually, the voice became clearer and the
sounds turned into words.  Only one word, actually, repeated time, and
time, and time again.  The single word, in my wife's voice, "Yes!"

   "You hear that?" Rita fumed.

   I buried my head in her shoulder and nodded.

   "My Mike is eating your Janice's pussy," she whispered fiercely.  "He
loves to eat pussy, especially blonde pussy.  And, most especially Janice's
blonde pussy!"

   "Please," I begged her.

   "You knew," she said.  "You knew he's been eating and fucking her pussy
for about three months, didn't you?  When did you find out?"

   "She told me," I admitted.  "Right after it started.  She told me how he
got hard dancing with her at that party last spring.  I told her to go for
it.  But, she would have to tell me all about it when she came home.  So,
yes, I knew."

   "You're a son-of-a-bitch," Rita said, more harshly.  "It's fine for her
to have an affair, but you, you want to feel superior, don't you?  That's
why you don't want to have sex with me, isn't it?"

   "No, no," I stammered.  "You don't understand.  It wasn't part of the
deal."

   "What deal," she demanded.  "What deal are you talking about?"

   "The deal I made with Janice.  You see," I explained, "she has my
permission to be with Mike.  At first, she didn't want to do it.  But, I
convinced her that it was exciting for me to think about her with him and
to hear the details.  So she agreed to try it.  When she came home after
that first time, we screwed all night long.  I made her tell me over and
over again about what happened.  We kept at it and at it.  I was so turned
on."

   I paused, taking a breath, inhaling Rita's scent so close to me in that
sleeping bag.

   "But, see, she never gave me permission to do the same," I continued. 
"She never said it was okay for me to sleep with you."

   There was silence in our tent.  There was not silence, however, from the
other.  Now Janice was urging her lover on.  "Oh, yeah, Mike!" she was
saying, not actually screaming, but not far from it.  "Oh, yeah, Mike!  Eat
me, Mike.  Eat me good!"

   "You're a fucking moron, Dave, do you know that?" Rita sneered.  "What
the fuck do you think this camping trip was all about?  Do you have a
clue?"

   "You mean...?" I stammered.  Rita pushed my shoulder down to the ground
so I was flat on my back.  Then she straddled my waist, kneeling above me.

   "I don't know about you," she said, "but hearing her hollering has made
me hot.  I'm going to fuck you, Dave, right here and right now." With that,
she slid down my body until my stiff cock came in contact with her damp,
dark, slick pussy.  She lifted up, reached between us, and when she took
hold of my member I nearly passed out in shock.  She squeezed me toward her
opening, then settled down onto me.  I felt myself sliding into that slick,
dark, hot, tight-fitting glove of her vagina.

   "Janice has been feeling guilty about getting the strange cock and you
being deprived.  The three of us cooked up this idea so you and I could get
some fucking, too," Rita told me.  "So, Mike and Janice are over there,
fucking, and you and I are here, fucking, and everything is lovely, isn't
it?"

   "I...I guess so," I said, unsure.  Rita crossed her forearms over my
chest and leaned forward until her face was less than an inch away from
mine.

   "Don't you want to fuck me, Davey?" she said, almost taunting me, then
kissed me lightly on the lips.  I could feel her cunt around my cock gently
squeezing and releasing.

   "I guess we already are," I confirmed.

   "Its inevitable," she said.  "I've got you in me and I'm going to fuck
you.  So, why don't you just lie back and enjoy it?"

   "So, this is okay with Janice?" I asked.

   "Let's ask," Rita said, then sat up astride me, hollering, "Hey,
Janice!"

   Janice was already bellowing, "Yes!  Oh, god!  Yes!"

   Finally she responded to Rita, "What?  What is it?" I heard my wife say,
somewhat impatiently.

   "Is it okay of Dave fucks me?" Rita bellowed.

   Janice screamed, "Oh, oh, yes!  Yes, god, yes!  Oh!  Please!" Then,
"Yes, it's okay!  Oh, god!" I heard my wife holler back.

   "See?" Rita told me, planting her hands on my shoulders and beginning to
rock her hips back and forth on my cock.  "She said its okay."

   "You think it would be okay if I suck your tits, too?" I asked.

   "I'm sure it would," Rita grunted.  "Can we do that?  Can you suck `em
and still stay inside me like this."

   "Let's try it," I suggested. Rita leaned down and planted her elbows on
each side of my head.  I collected her lovely tits in my hand and pulled
them to my lips.  Down below, my cock maintained contact with her pussy. 
Rita groaned as my lips and tongue sought out the rubbery nipples on her
breasts, sucking and licking at the tender skin.

   After a few moments Rita grunted.  "Shit!" she said.  "That made me
come. Could you feel it?"

   I had felt the contractions of her pussy just below the head of my cock.

   "Is that what that was?" I asked.  "I thought you were just squeezing on
me."

   "I came from you sucking my tits.  Do it some more," she demanded.

   So, I shut up, filled my mouth with her delicious flesh, and sucked and
nibbled some more.  Rita tossed her head and keened a high-pitch whine.

   "Oh, shit!" she said.  "That feels so good!  How do you do that?"

   I shrugged.  "I like it."

   "We're definitely going to have to teach Mike how to do that.  Your wife
is going to love it when he sucks her tits and fucks her at the same time.
Of course, you've probably already done it for her."

   "Actually, no," I answered.  "Your tits inspired me."

   Rita chuckled in a low, gruff voice.  "The only problem is," she said,
pulling away from my active lips and tongue, "that I can feel you way deep
inside like I want to." She squirmed her way down my cock until it was
lodge at its fullest penetration.  "Like that."

   "You feel good," I told her.

   "You have any idea how long I've been waiting for this?" Rita asked. 
"Months.  While the two of them have been fucking like rabbits, I've been
waiting to feel your hardness like this."

   "I never knew," I said.  "But, I'm glad we worked it out."

   "We've got lots of time to catch up to them," Rita panted with her
exertion on my meat.  "I intend to fuck you until I think we're even."

   To me it seemed like Rita intended to make up all the lost time in one
session.  She bounced on my hardness like a woman possessed.  She leaned
over me and whispered foul and endearing messages into my ear, all the time
squeezing and milking my meat, shifting positions to alternately bounce on
it, slide it around inside her, and simply hold it fast and clutch and
release it.

   "I love how your cock feels inside me," she hissed.  "I can't wait to
feel your come shoot up in me.  I want your seed, your come.  Your spurts
will make me come, you know.  It always does.  Pump your come inside me. 
Show me you want me as much as I want you.  I've missed not being able to
fuck you until now.  I want you to fuck me, Dave.  Fuck me `til I come and
fuck me some more.  All I want is your hard cock inside me, spurting your
hot squirts all over me."

   I was a goner.  I lifted my hips off the hard earth and plowed into her
as deeply as I could.  I felt the tightness begin in my thighs, travel
across the top of my knees and spread into my balls.  I groaned as the
first spurt erupted from my cock.

   "Now!" Rita growled at me.  "Come now.  Show me you want me like I want
you."

   I tossed my head in the exquisite agony of my orgasm and Rita yanked my
hips to her, locking us tightly together as my come spewed into her depths.

   "Oh, fuck, yes!" she bellowed, and I could feel her muscles clamp around
my rod as it pulsed out stream after stream of my hot cream.

   Rita leaned forward again, her lips millimeters from my ear.  "Fucking
`A'," she said between her gasps.  "We're going to do this a lot."

   A lot to Rita meant two more times that night.  I woke up to her sucking
on my cock in the middle of darkness.  She demanded missionary style for
that joining.  By the early morning light, I awoke to find her draped
across me.  Needing to piss badly, I tried to shift her without waking her
up.  It seemed to work.  Still, by the time I returned to the tent, Rita
was awake, on all fours, and ordering me to fuck her from behind.

   Janice and Mike appeared sometime around nine that morning.  She smiled
broadly at me, kissed her lover on the cheek, and came directly into the
tent where Rita and I were just starting to rearrange ourselves for the
day.

   "Well?" she asked, brightly.

   "Well, what?" Rita snapped back.  "He was great.  You said he would be,
and he was."

   "What about you?" Janice said, beaming like a child on Christmas
morning.

   My small, embarrassed smile told her all she needed to know.

   "You liked it, didn't you?" she said, clapping her hands.  "What was the
best part?  Tell me!"

   "I'll tell you," Rita interjected before I even got a chance to respond.
"The best part for him was hearing you wail and scream while I had his cock
deep inside me.  Wasn't it?"

   I nodded.  "That was good," I admitted.

   "This fuckhead loves you," Rita spat out.  "I've fucked him three ways
from Sunday and he's still more interested in your pleasure than anything,
including his own."

   I looked at Rita in astonishment.  The fact was that I had been
thoroughly pleasured and aroused by this dark-haired beauty, and not once,
but three times since her arrival in my sleeping bag.

   "Still," her frowning countenance broke into a beaming smile, "he's a
marvelous fuck and we're going to have lots of fun trying to catch up to
you and Mike."

   Janice sat close to me on the drive home.  She had my right arm wrapped
in hers and lay her head on my shoulder.  It was like we were dating again.


   "You mad at me?" she asked, her voice almost like a little girl's.

   "For what?"

   "Well, Mike and Rita and I kind of manipulated you.  We tricked you into
sleeping with Rita."

   "Oh, that," I nodded, chuckling inwardly.  "I don't think `mad' is the
right word."

   "You're furious, aren't you?" Janice asked, squeezing my arm.

   "No," I said.  "I just feel so...I don't know...so used."

   "What?" My wife pulled her head off my shoulder to look at the grin on
my face.  "Oh, you!" She gave me a punch on the shoulder.  "So, you liked
it?"

   "What's not to like?"

   She squeezed my arm hard and laid her head back on my shoulder.  "What
was your favorite part?"

   "Honestly?" I pondered a second.  "It had to be the time when I could
hear you begging Mike as Rita slid me inside her.  I loved hearing you in
the throes of passion.  That's my favorite."

   She lay quietly for some moments.  "When we get home, will you make love
to me?"

   "Of course," I answered.

   "Rita hasn't used you up?"

   "I've always got enough left to make love to my wife."

   "Even though I've been bad?"

   "Especially when you've been bad.  Although, I understand you were not
bad.  Mike says you were quite good."

   Janice giggled.  "It's a lot like playing tennis, isn't it?"

   "That came out of left field.  What are you talking about?"

   "The sex, silly.  It's like playing tennis.  For us, I mean."

   "You're going to have to explain that," I told her.

   "Well, if I was to go play tennis with Mike, and get all hot and sweaty
playing, you wouldn't go all goofy getting jealous, would you?"

   "True."

   "And if we have sex, me and Mike, you don't get crazy on me."

   "I see," I acknowledged.  "Well, you're not sneaking around.  You always
tell me.  Just like if you were going to play tennis.  You'd tell me.  And,
you always come home to me.  You're still in love with me, and I with you.
Like playing tennis, you may be a little tired out after the game, but
animated.  You're none the worse for the experience.  The sex is the same
way.  All the parts are intact and you're the same person.  A little tired
out, but, energized all the same."

   We drove another mile before Janice said, "You know, I like it.  You let
me be naughty.  That's very exciting for me."

   "I know," I told her.  "It's exciting for me, too."

   "And, since you got to sleep with Rita, I think I understand how you
feel, too."

   "I was naughty."

   Janice squeezed my arm.  "But, you're here now and you're all mine."

   "Yes, I am," I said.

   "Let's hurry up and get home," she ordered.  "I want my husband to make
love to me." I depressed the accelerator another quarter of an inch and
turned on the radar detector.