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 "You know I love you, don't you?" Rachel whispered to me.

   I nodded silently.  Dark haired, with sparkling deep blue eyes, a lithe
body with moderately sized breasts and wide hips, Rachel was a
southern-Mediterranean dream.  She lay atop me, naked, her breasts pressed
into my chest and her flower-petal lips inches from mine.  Her love-tunnel
clasped my hard member, a silken envelope of desire welcoming the intrusion
of my rod.

   Our moment of intimate reflection was broken by a cry from the other
room.  My wife was yelling, "Oh, yes, baby!  Fuck me just like that!  Oh,
God, yes!  I love your cock!"

   I chuckled.  "Seems Rene loves your husband, too," I whispered.

   Rachel wrapped her hands behind my neck and pulled my lips to hers. 
They were warm, soft and moist, sucking slightly to indicate her need. 
"She just loves his cock," she whispered.  "I love you.  All of you.  I
love you inside me and I love being with you."

   "And I love you, Rachel," I answered.  "I really do.  But, this could be
a problem."

   I felt her clamp and release on my member.

   "Tell me," she said smokily.

   "Because," I responded softly, "I love you, too.  I love you especially
and uniquely.  I love the Rachel you are.  I love Rene, and I love you. 
But, differently."

   "God, you are perceptive," she moaned softly.

   I smiled gently.  "I'm not jealous of Kevin, my darling.  I'm not
jealous of your love for him.  I am grateful that you love me, too."

   Rachel closed her eyes.  "Can we do this, my darling?  Can we spend our
lives together, loving each other like this?"

   "The four of us, you mean?" I asked.

   "I don't want to leave Kevin for you, my love.  I want you both.  And I
don't want to take you from Rene.  It would break her heart.  I want us all
to stay together, to live and love and be together.  Can we do that?"

   "Have you talked to Kevin about this?"

   She rubbed her body against me like a cat, luxuriating in the sensations
of our joining.  "I couldn't," she whispered.  "I had to know how you felt.
I needed to know you loved me, too."

   "You couldn't tell?" I smiled at her in the semi-darkness of our shared
room.  "All that time we spent together on the cruise?  Didn't you know I
fell in love with you then?"

   "I thought," she said, "and I'd hoped.  But, I wanted to make sure.  I
wanted to hear it from you before considering making this commitment."

   "Oh, God!" Rene screamed from the next room.  "Fuck me, Kevin!  Make me
come!  Oh, please!  Fuck me hard!"

   Rachel grinned at me.  "It doesn't hurt you to hear that, does it?"

   I shook my head.  "She's having fun," I said.  "I'm delighted for her."

   "And you're not the least bit jealous?"

   I ran my hands over the soft, velvety skin from her ass to her
shoulders. "I have you," I murmured to her.  "My wife is enjoying herself
and I have a wonderful angel in my arms.  I couldn't be happier.  What
about you?  Are you jealous that it's Kevin who's making her scream and
come?"

   Rachel planted another soft kiss on my lips.  She smiled at me.  "You
are with me.  You are in me.  I have all I need to be perfectly happy."

   "So you're perfectly happy with your husband in the next room making
Rene scream and cry out, fucking her instead of you?"

   "I don't want to fuck tonight, my love.  Tonight I want to make love.  I
want to make love to you."

   Rachel made love to me.  It was slow, excruciating, and enthralling,
interspersed with luscious kisses, glorious moans and alluring purrs,
startling gasps and blissful sighs.  Rachel would allow me to approach my
climax and then back off, regulating the pace with precision and keeping us
both on the very brink of release.

   "You're killing me," I moaned.

   She softly hummed, then whispered, "I know.  Just think how marvelous it
will feel."

   "I can't," I gasped.  "If I do, I'll explode."

   "Be patient," she whispered in my ear, her tongue lapping wetly along my
lobe, sucking it between her lips, all the while slowly rotating her hips
forward and back, eliciting the in and out motion that threatened to drive
me to the edge.

   As I closed in on my next crest of release, Rachel stopped all motion
and looked dreamily into my eyes.  "I love you.  I do so love you.  Your
cream will feel so warm and marvelous coating my insides," she continued to
whisper.  I tried to raise my hips.

   "No!" she said sharply.  "You let me do this." It was an imperative.

   "But I want you to come, too," I moaned.

   Rachel grinned and licked at my lips with her pink, damp tongue.  "Oh, I
have, my love," she teased.  "Several times.  And, I want more."

   "Please," I begged softly for my own release.

   "When I'm ready," she whispered.  "Show me you love me."

   She began the process all over again, humming and groaning, sighing and
moaning, clasping and moving ever so gently, kissing and licking.  My hands
roamed over her body, testing and touching the velvet skin and glorious
hair.  I held her face in my hands, kissing her lips and inhaling her
scent. Once again, I heard a gasp and felt her tighten on my embedded rod.
Her bright eyes glazed and she groaned.

   "Another," I said.  She nodded gently, and then proceeded to increase
the intensity of her motions.

   "No stopping this time," I heard her say.  "This time I want you to come
inside me, my love." She planted her hands on either side of my neck and
raised her breasts away from me.  She looked into my face.  "I want to
watch your eyes as you come in me," she said, softly but urgently, her hips
continuing to thrust on me.

   "You love how my cock feels inside you, don't you?" I told her.  She
nodded and hummed.  "It tells you that I love you."

   "Yessss," she hissed.

   "And you like it when my hand roams all over your body."

   "Mmm-hmmm," she moaned.

   "You like to kiss me, too, don't you?" I asked, more urgently.

   "I do," she said, her voice rising just a little.

   "Will you kiss me when I come in you?"

   "Yes, yes," she groaned.  "Are you coming now?"

   "Soon, my darling," I promised.  "I'll tell you when."

   "No, darling," she ordered.  "I'll know.  Just let me feel it."

   I could feel the burning begin in my thighs, the tightening feeling that
signaled my inevitable climax.  My fingers trailed down Rachel's back and
slid between the silken cheeks of her ass.

   "Oh, God!" Rachel moaned.  "You're coming!"

   I looked into her eyes as they closed with her own climax.  Her head
dropped toward me and her lips locked on mine.  I felt her tongue pry into
my mouth as my hot spurts raced down my cock and exploded into her depths.
I groaned with my release and sucked her tongue hard into my mouth.  I
pressed a finger into her tiny rosebud, not penetrating, simply
stimulating, forcing her to drive her hips forward onto me as I spent
myself inside her.

   "I've never done that before," Rachel whispered as we lay together in
the aftermath, "but I will with you if that's what you want."

   I was confused.  "What?  Done what?"

   "You had your finger on my ass," she said.  "I haven't tried that. 
Kevin didn't seem to want it.  But, if you want, we can try it."

   I grinned.  "Did it excite you?"

   "Yes," she whispered, cuddling close to me.  "I thought you were going
to put it in.  I just lost it.  It was so intense."

   I chuckled.  "It was supposed to be.  But, you can relax.  We'll take
things very slow."

   Rachel snuggled.  "I want to try it with you.  I love you and I think
you would be good with me."

   "We'll see," I said easily.  "It's not something Rene and I do either,"
I confessed.  "It was never high on our list of priorities."

   "I've heard good and bad about it," Rachel said.  "I want it to be good.
That's why I want you to be my first."

   "Like I said," I repeated, "we'll see."

   +++++

   We had met on a five day Caribbean cruise.  Rene was testing her
relatively newfound sensuality.  Kevin and Rachel were our tablemates. 
After a few too many drinks and a bit of dancing and fondling we ultimately
ended up switching partners for most of the cruise.  We stayed in close
proximity, for the most part, and the girls had, at their own insistence,
engaged in a double gangbang of a college water polo team with Kevin and I
attending to insure the safety of the women.  When the cruise ended, we
agreed to meet again at some future undetermined date.

   In the three months we'd been back Rene had been in contact with the
couple via email, unbeknownst to me.  My wife had instigated this reunion
that resulted in her taking Kevin into our bed and leaving Rachel and I to
each other in the spare bedroom.  It was there that Rachel had proposed
putting our relationships on a more permanent basis, as well as proposing
expanding our sexual activities into previously untested arenas.

   Rachel and I had engaged in two additional encounters during the night,
both of which had been initiated as a result of being awakened by Rene's
loud vocalizations of ecstasy coming from the master bedroom.

   "Are you awake?" Rachel whispered after Rene's initial outburst.

   "Who can sleep with all that racket?" I asked.

   We lay and listened to the various grunts and cries coming across the
hallway.  Rachel fastened herself to me, placing an arm across my frame and
pulling me close.

   "You like to listen," she observed.

   I smiled.  "Yeah," I confessed.  "Sounds hot."

   "I can tell," my partner continued, her hand slipping beneath the sheet
to grasp my hardening cock.  "Why don't I just," she began, pulling off the
covers and sliding down my frame.  She took my shaft between her lips and
just held it there, unmoving as we listened to the cacophony of sounds from
my bedroom.  My hand found the tangle of her dark curls on her head and I
gently fingered them as Rene cried out in passion and my meat stiffened in
Rachel's mouth.

   She abruptly released me and rolled to her side of the bed.  "I'm going
to pee," she said.  "Don't go away."

   "I'll be here," I told her.

   Rene's cries became louder as Rachel left the door open on her quick
mission to the bathroom.  Interspersed I could hear only the low rumblings
of Kevin's responses.  But, Rene's words were clear and concise.

   "Yeah, baby!" she called.  "Ram it in there.  Yeah!  Fuck me like the
slut you made me.  Pound my ass, baby.  Pump your cock inside me.  It feels
so good!  God, I missed you fucking me like this!"

   Kevin's low voice was indistinguishable.

   "I do like it, baby!" Rene replied.  "I love when you fuck me from
behind.  You go so deep and hard.  I love it!"

   Rachel returned and climbed onto the bed.  She knelt across me and took
my cock in her hand.  "Nice and firm," she murmured, sucking and licking it
a couple of times.  "You want to come fuck me from behind like them?"

   "If you'd like," I agreed, twisting to stand next to the bed.

   Rachel knelt down, planting her elbows on the bed and scooting back
until her knees were just on the edge.  I quickly knelt down and shoved my
face into her presented pussy.

   "Oh!" she squealed softly in surprise.  I drove my tongue into her hole,
then licked her throbbing clit.  "Oh, yes!" she said.

   I let my tongue trail up her slit, dove it into her hole again and then
continued up to rim her tight little rosebud.  Rachel groaned.  "Oh, my! 
That is sensitive!"

   I continued licking her, alternately sliding into her hole and rimming
her ass.  She shivered each time the tip of my tongue pressed into her ass.
"Are you getting me ready for that?" she asked tentatively.

   I pulled away and stood up, taking my cock in my hand.  I slid the head
across her slick gash, positioning it at her hole, then pulling it away and
up to her tight little brown star.  I pushed gently against her, then
pulled it back to work into her pussy.  "Not tonight, darling," I
whispered. "Just testing."

   "Just teasing," she said accusingly.

   "I told you we'd go slow, honey," I reproved her, pushing my length
inside her silken sheathe.

   "Oh, Lord!" she moaned.  "I love how it feels when you penetrate me like
that."

   I grinned.  She should experience the exquisite sensation of penetrating
her.  "Should I make love to you?" I asked her quietly.

   Her dark curls shimmered as she shook her head.  "No, baby.  Not this
time.  Just fuck me, please.  Fuck me hard and fast until you come."

   That's what I did.  I grabbed her thighs in my hands and ploughed her
furrow will force and determination.  I could hear her little whimpers
muffled by the bedclothes she had gathered in front of her.  I pounded her,
all the while listening to my wife across the hall.

   What made me decide to do it is unclear.  Still, as I felt the boiling
in my balls, I determined that I should pull out of my partner.  Instead of
depositing my seed in her depths, I placed my cock at the brown hole of her
rectum and pressed, jacking myself into the last strokes of my spasm.  My
spurts punched from the end of my cock, oozing and lubricating Rachel's
tiny asshole until the pressure I was applying forced the head just barely
inside.

   "Oh!  Oh, fuck!" Rachel cried.  "You're coming in my ass!  Oh, God! 
That's so hot!  Oh!  Oh, God, yes!"

   When I was spent, I backed away, my cock head uncomfortably squeezing
out of her asshole.  Rachel let out a shivering, low, "ooooo" sound.  I
grabbed a towel from the table next to the bed and roughly swabbed the end
of my cock.  Then I took the towel and pressed it to Rachel's ass.

   She grabbed the towel and swiveled around on the bed until she was
sitting on the towel.  She looked at me.  I shrugged.

   "Come here, you," she ordered softly.

   I was surprised when she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me
to her.  Her lips pressed firmly to mine and her tongue lightly licked just
inside.  "You are a beautiful man," she whispered, when she released me.

   "I'm sorry," I whispered back.  "I got kind of carried away.  I didn't
mean for it to go that far that fast."

   She shook her head.  "My darling," she whispered, "it was perfect.  It
was awesome and nasty and wonderful.  I'm convinced now, my love.  You're
going to take my no-longer virgin ass, darling.  I know I'm going to love
it."

   "Just not tonight," I whispered back.  "No more experiments tonight."

   "I just hope Rene does it with Kevin," she whispered urgently.  "She has
to!  She'll miss out if she doesn't."

   "I'm not worried about Rene, baby," I told her.  "If she wants to, she
can.  She's got lubricant in there if she wants.  But, all I'm worried
about tonight is you."

   Rachel shifted on the bed.  "I'm fine, baby," she said.  "I'm good.  I'm
wonderful.  I need to get back in the bathroom, though, to clean up.  You
stay here."

   "I'm here for you all night," I grinned at her.

   The next moans we heard were close to five in the morning.  Rene was
giving instructions.

   "I want you on top, baby," she was saying.  "I want you to fuck me like
you own me.  Come up here and take me like I was yours."

   "I'm already yours," Rachel whispered to me.  "I'm going to ride you
like the bad pony you are." She knelt across me and lowered herself onto my
cock.  "You come when you're ready," she ordered softly.  "I'm going to
close my eyes and picture you fucking my ass.  That will get me off, so you
won't have to worry."

   Rachel rode me for close to ten minutes.  I counted three orgasms before
my spunk boiled up and spurted into her.  Rachel was panting and gasping
with exertion.  She rolled forward on me and off to the left side of the
bed.

   "God, I love fucking you," she whispered raggedly.

   "We did this on the boat," I reminded her.

   "I know.  But, I really, really missed it the past few weeks.  I'm
never, ever going to let you go, baby.  I can't.  I can't be without you."

   +++++

   Rachel and I managed to make it into the kitchen at about nine the next
morning.  Rene was already there, dressed in the flimsiest of robes. 
Rachel wore white shorts and a dark blue halter.  I'd shrugged into some
khaki shorts and an old Eagles T-shirt.  Richard was nowhere to be seen.

   Rene looked up at us from her seat at the breakfast nook table.  She
grinned.  "Coffee's made," she said.

   I took two mugs from the tree and poured a cup for Rachel and myself. 
"This is far better than anything we had on the boat," I told her.

   "Wasn't that awful?" Rachel said, sitting next to Rene.

   "Worst part of the whole cruise," I said.  I raised my mug to Rene. 
"You're looking remarkably chipper this morning."

   "What's that supposed to mean," she sniped at me.

   "Nothing, nothing!" I protested.  "You just look radiant."

   "Considering you kept us up all night fucking," Rachel grinned at her
wickedly.

   Rene colored.  "I guess I get carried away," she said, looking down at
the table and tracing the lines of the oaken top.

   "It's all right, Rene," Rachel said, patting her hand.  "You were with
Kevin.  I understand completely.  Where is my stud-muffin husband this
morning, anyway?"

   Rene grinned.  "I guess I wore him out.  He's still in the bed."

   "Probably waiting for you to come back for another round," I chuckled,
earning a quick slap on the thigh from my wife.

   "Careful, dear," I told her.  "That was awfully close to the package."

   She huffed and snorted.  "I wouldn't hurt your package, darling," she
smirked.  "I love your package."

   "Well, here's Buddy Sunshine," Rachel beamed as Kevin eased himself into
the remaining chair at the table.  "Looking a little haggard, Merle," she
teased.  "We were going to send Rene back in to get you, but decided to
have mercy."

   I poured Kevin a mug of our coffee and set it down in front of him. 
"Rene doesn't look any the worse for wear," I told him.  "You need to work
on your stamina?"

   "Bite me," Kevin groused.

   "Robbie's been waiting for last night for three months," Rachel
whispered, grinning at all of us.

   "We've only been back three months," I noted.

   Rachel smiled at me sweetly.

   "Oh," I said, nodding.  "So," I prodded slowly, "you have been being
good since then?"

   "We have," Rachel said softly.

   "Not that I didn't try," Kevin offered.  "Rachel wasn't having any of
it."

   "You tried to hook her up?" Rene asked, sounding alarmed.

   "Hook us up," Kevin emphasized the "us".

   Rene looked at me with some degree of intensity.  Rachel caught it.

   "Have you been bad?" she directed at Rene.

   "I, uh," Rene started.

   "Very bad," I said.  "She started an affair with the neighbor.  A nice
enough guy."

   "An affair?" Rachel asked her.

   "That is what you call it when somebody is catting around behind your
back, isn't it?" I interjected.

   "Rene?" Rachel said.  "Why?"

   Rene threw her hands in the air.  "I know, I know!" she protested.  "I
just felt like I needed some variety."

   "What about Allan?" Rachel asked.

   Rene looked at me.

   "She was afraid I would fall in love with his wife.  She is a stunner.
But," I stopped.

   "Did you?" Rachel asked.

   I smiled at her.  "No, darling," I answered.  "I'm afraid I've maxed
out."

   "Well, that's bullshit," Rene snarled.  "He loves her.  He does.  He
loves her like he loves you, Rachel."

   "Oh, you think he loves me?" Rachel asked.

   "It's what he does, honey," Rene stated.  "He loves Selena, Stephanie,
Jennifer and you.  He loves you all!  He can't help it."

   "But, he loves you, too, Rene," Rachel said.

   My wife nodded.  "Yes, of course," she said.

   Kevin was watching this conversation much like a tennis match.  His head
kept turning from Rene to Rachel, then back to Rene.  "Wait a minute," he
finally said.  "I'm confused.  Or, flabbergasted, maybe."

   Rene stood up, her filmy gown hiding nothing.  She leaned forward and
kissed Kevin on the forehead.  "I'm going to go have a shower.  I smell
like a whorehouse.  I'll let Allan tell you how he sorts all this out." She
swept out of the room.

   Kevin and Rachel turned to look at me standing next to the counter. 
Rachel raised a palm in question.  "Well?" she said.

   I took a deep breath.  "Rene is my wife.  She is uniquely Rene.  I love
her, madly and passionately.  Nobody is like Rene.  And, so, I love her."

   "Okay," Kevin said.

   "Rachel is uniquely Rachel.  Nobody is like Rachel.  She has grace and
dignity and is incredibly beautiful.  So, I love Rachel."

   "You love my wife?" Kevin asked, more of a statement than a question.

   "Yes, but not the way you do," I tried to explain.  "And, I'd hope you
love my wife, too.  I mean, after all, I couldn't take her into my bed and
make love to her if I didn't have some emotional attachment, could I? 
Isn't there some part of you that loves Rene?"

   Kevin looked at his wife.  "There is," she spoke for him.  "It doesn't
mean he doesn't love me, but he does have feelings for Rene.  He tries to
hide it from me for fear I'll be hurt.  But, I won't.  I know how you can
love two people at once."

   "Exactly," I said.  "Look, there's all sorts of different kinds of love.
A parent who has multiple children loves them all.  They're not the same.
The parent loves each child uniquely because of that child's
individuality."

   "Man," Kevin said, wagging his head.  "That's a whole boatload of
philosophy to wrap your mind around so early on a Saturday morning."

   "There's a popular myth that love is a zero-sum game," I continued. 
"Just because I love my wife, so it goes, I can't love anybody else. 
That's the fallacy.  And, it's proven every day in the variety of
relationships we have.  I love Rene.  I love my sister.  It's not the same,
and it doesn't detract from my love for Rene.  I love Rachel, but it
doesn't subtract anything from the love I have for Rene.  Rachel is not my
wife.  It's not Rene-love that I feel for her.  It is Rachel-love.  See
what I'm saying?"

   "So," Kevin asked, "this Rachel-love?  What is it?  I mean, what does it
mean?"

   "It means that I love the Rachel-ness of Rachel.  I want to be with her,
to touch her, hold her hand, and make love with her.  It means I want the
very best for her.  I want her to be happy, to enjoy herself, to be filled
with joy.  It means I want to help her when she has a need and soothe her
when she hurts.  I care about her and what happens to her.  I want her to
be the best Rachel she can be and will do all I can to help her grow into
that."

   "And what happens if I get in the way?" Kevin asked.

   I shook my head.  "The only way that can happen is if you set out to
hurt her.  But, I believe you and Rachel have a special connection,
something transcendent.  The two of you care about each other in a way that
is unique to you as a couple.  Because I love her means that I would never
interfere with that because it is one of the things that makes her unique
and special.  So, I love her and I love her connection with you because it
is was makes her Rachel."

   Kevin was quiet for a number of long moments.  "That's going to take
some ruminating," he said finally.

   I chuckled.  "Yeah," I agreed.  "I didn't come up with all this in a
minute.  It took me quite a while to figure it all out for myself."

   Kevin stood up and stretched.  "I don't know why, but I think I'll go
surprise Rene in the shower."

   "Because," I said laughing, "nobody ever gets enough of Rene."

   "You may be right," Kevin nodded, collected his coffee cup and left
Rachel and me alone in the kitchen.

   Rachel's bright eyes came to rest on me.  "You're a real son-of-a-bitch,
you know?"

   My surprise had to be visible on my face.

   "I thought you loved me," she said accusingly.

   "Where were you just now," I asked.  "I just went through the whole
thing.  Of course I love you."

   "You think I want to be just one of a long list of women you love?" She
made quotation marks with her fingers around the word.  "I've been missing
you.  I've been aching for you.  And you casually admit that I'm just one
of many?  You're a bastard."

   "That's not it, Rachel," I said, sliding into the chair vacated by her
husband.  I reached for her hands, but she pulled them back and clasped
them defensively in her lap.  "I do love you.  I love you especially and
specifically.  There is no one in my life like you.  My heart soars when I
am near you, hell, when I know you're anywhere close!  I don't know what
else to tell you.  You're not one of a long list to me.  You are Rachel,
and I love you."

   "What would you do if one of those others called to see you.  Would you
go?"

   "Would it hurt you if I did?"

   Rachel sat silently for a moment, pondering.  "Yes," she said, although
somewhat tentatively.

   "Then I wouldn't go." My answer was definitive.

   "So, you're okay with me keeping you to myself?"

   "You can't, Rachel," I told her in as soothing a voice as I could
manage. "I'm married to Rene, and I love her."

   "I know that," she responded as if I was a dolt.  "But the others;
you're not married to them."

   "You're jealous!" I chuckled.

   "You're goddam right," she snapped.  "I don't want you cheating on Rene
with anybody but me."

   "Whoa up, there, Tiger," I cautioned.  "I'm not cheating on Rene. 
Cheating implies sneaking around, hiding a relationship, betrayal of trust
and confidence.  We are not cheating."

   "You cheated on me," she said, her gorgeous eyes filling with tears.

   "That's not fair," I responded as gently as possible.

   "No, dammit," she said forcefully, a tear trailing down her cheek.  "We
have a relationship.  There are responsibilities that come with that.  You
broke trust with me."

   "Oh, darling," I said, reaching up to brush away that single tear.  "It
was never my intention to hurt you.  I don't ever want to make you cry. 
But, my love, you've put requirements and conditions into our relationship
without telling me.  I didn't know you expected exclusiveness.  Is that
what you want?"

   That turned on the waterworks for real.  Rachel bowed her head, clasped
her hands on her forehead and simply bawled.  "Oh, shit!" she cried.  "
It's not fair, is it?  I don't own you.  I'm not your wife.  But, I love
you and I want you and I want you to love me, and then there's Rene and
Kevin and, shit!  I don't know."

   I was at a loss.  She was obviously confused and terribly upset.  What
could I say or do to ease the situation.  I sat back and watched her weep,
each tear breaking my heart.

   +++++

   "We've got a situation," I told Rene when we were finally able to steal
a few minutes alone together.

   "A situation?"

   "Rachel has this idea about setting up a more permanent relationship
with us," I told her.

   "How would that work?" Rene asked.

   "As far as I can tell, they would move into the area.  Apparently, Kevin
does most of his work online.  He can do that from here, Sacramento or
Toledo.  It doesn't seem to make any difference."

   "So, she wants to move here?"

   "Yeah," I nodded.  "But, there's more."

   "I'm listening."

   "She's, uh, gotten a little possessive," I explained.

   "What does that mean?" Rene wanted to know.

   "She says it hurt her feelings that we've had relationships with
others."

   Rene cocked an eyebrow at me.

   "Yeah, I know."

   "Sounds like you have a situation,' she smirked.

   "Come on," I said.  "I need you to help me out here."

   "Well, I can't believe she gives a shit who I'm screwing, including her
husband," Rene grinned at me wickedly.  "So, it seems she's just doesn't
want you playing up.  I presume that doesn't include me, does it?"

   "No, it doesn't include you."

   "Well, then," she laughed, "I guess you're just going to have to
restrict yourself to her and me."

   "Really?  And what do you suppose her reaction is going to be when you
hop the fence to snuggle with Stan or beat feet next door to shag Steve?"

   "Probably pleased she'll have both you and Kevin to herself, I'd guess,"
she chuckled.

   "You're not helping," I said.

   "Well, I guess I could sent Jennifer or Selena over here," she said, and
let the three of you decided who's doing who and for how long."

   "You think this is funny," I said with a tint of distress.

   "Yup!  You're the philologist and philosopher.  In spite of all your
high-minded ideas about love and life, your girlfriend is jealous.  I'll be
interested to see how you work through this."

   "So, you don't care if they move close to us?"

   "Not in the least.  It's not Kevin who's gotten all possessive."

   "So, what do you think I should do, really?" I asked.

   "Make her happy," my wife said.

   I shook my head.  "Yeah, well, I don't know what else to do.  I don't
want to hurt her."

   "Maybe," Rene grinned at me again, evilly, "when she sees how much fun
I'm having, she'll want to play along.  That could happen."

   "Thanks, Rene," I said morosely.  "I'll be sure to ask for your help
again real soon."

   "You do that, pumpkin," she said.  "I'm always here for you.  Well,
unless I'm getting laid somewhere else."

   "Slut," I murmured.

   "Yeah," she agreed.  "And you love me for it."

   +++++

   Rachel sat across from me in the living room.  She wore a white,
loose-knit, very revealing short dress.  Her nipples were revealed and
hidden alternately buy the strings of the garment as she moved.  Her hair
was a riot of dark curls surrounding her nearly perfect face, lips like a
bud, a delicate pink, and her eyes, flashing and dark.

   I wore only a loose shirt and a pair of khaki cargo shorts.  I leaned
back on the sofa and sipped my tequila sunrise.

   "I've fucked this up, haven't I?" she asked in a low, serious voice.

   A small grin played across my face.  "No," I answered evenly.

   "Yes, I have.  You're going to hate me now," she insisted.

   "I don't hate you, Rachel," I told her.  "You're my lovely, dark angel.
I could never hate you."

   She surprised me by leaning forward, crossing her arms and grabbing her
ankles.  I took it as a stress-reliever.  She just had to move, to do
something to release the tension.  "You're not going to want me and Kevin
to move now."

   I let her emotions rumble around in her head for a little before I
responded.  "You're making too much of this, baby," I said.  "I love you
just as I always have.  I want to be close to you.  I want you to be here
with us.  Both of you."

   She shook her head, her dark curls flying.  "No," she said definitively.
"I've fucked this up and I don't know how to fix it."

   "Have you talked to Kevin about it?" I asked.

   She stared at me as if I'd grown a second head.  "No," she said, "and I
don't plan to."

   "Why not?  He might have some good insight for you."

   "Yeah, right.  You know what he would say?  He'd say, `Get over it.'
That's all.  Everything is so easy for him."

   I shrugged.  "Why do you think that is?"

   Rachel laughed sadly.  "He's getting everything he wants.  Rene doesn't
deny him anything.  It's easy for him."

   "And for you?"

   She stared at me.  Finally she said, "All of you that doesn't belong to
Rene I want for me.  I want your love, your devotion, your commitment."

   "You have that," I informed her.

   "I want you to come to me when I call," she continued.

   I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  "It seems like you're
insecure."

   "Is that what it is?" she asked.

   "Probably," I nodded.  "I don't know why you should be.  You should have
every confidence in yourself.  You should be aware of the incredible
person, the incredible woman you are."

   "Rene isn't insecure?"

   I smiled.  "She used to be.  She used to worry that I wouldn't love her
if she had sex with somebody else.  She used to worry I'd love somebody
instead of her.  It's taken a little time to learn that her fears are
unfounded."

   "You think I should be like her?"

   "I think you should adopt some of her attitude.  Rene figured out that
she is desirable and sexy, that she's a great lover and a wonderful
partner. She also came to realize that I'm her soul mate for life and she
is mine."

   The phone rang.  I looked apologetically at Rachel and picked it up. 
"Hello?"

   "You're alive!" Jennifer's voice came through the earpiece.

   "Yeah," I grinned.  "How you doing?"

   "I've missed you," she said.  "I miss the bad old days when I'd sunbathe
in the backyard and you'd drool over me."

   I laughed.  "You're a power freak," I told her.

   "I told you that," Jennifer giggled.  "I think I told you that I liked
feeling the power of making your cock hard in my mouth, didn't I?"

   "You did."

   "So, when are we going to get together again?  Word's out that the two
of you have been stepping out with Selena and Steve."

   "Have done," I admitted, dreading the thought of another jealous woman
on my hands.

   "So, how was Selena, anyway?  Better than me?"

   "Not better, dear, just different.  You know that."

   "Should I send Stan over to her for a weekend romp?"

   "Uh, I wouldn't do that," I said, an idea flashing through my brain. 
"We would probably have to lay some groundwork first."

   "You?" Jennfer asked, "as in you and Rene?"

   "Yeah, something like that," I answered.  "Listen, I've got the germ of
an idea percolating in my head.  Let me have a talk with Rene and get back
to you."

   "Does this germ have anything to do with me getting laid?" she laughed.

   "As a matter of fact, yes.  You'll like it," I promised.

   "All right, darling," she giggled.  "Just thought I'd let you know I'll
be out sunbathing this afternoon, if you're interested in getting aroused."

   "What a lovely offer," I said.  "We'll be seeing you, then."

   "Um hmm," she hummed.  "Don't let your stiffy go to waste."

   "I won't, I promise.  Rene or I will be in touch later on."

   "All right, my darling," she whispered.  "I'll keep it damp and ready
for you."

   "You're incorrigible," I said.  "Talk at you later."

   "You, too.  Bye." I hung up.

   Rachel looked at me nearly impassively.  "One of your many paramours?"
she asked.

   "It was before I met you," I said, in an attempt to deflect any concern.

   "Hmmph," Rachel grunted, obviously dissatisfied with my response.  She
stood up and walked out of the room.  She passed Kevin in the hallway.

   "Hey, baby," he said easily in greeting.

   "Hey, yourself," Rachel said, squeezing by him and going into the guest
bedroom.  She shut the door firmly.

   "Shit," I mumbled.

   "What's up with Rachel?" Kevin asked as he plopped down in the chair
she'd occupied.

   I considered for a moment.  "I think," I said slowly, "that she's
jealous."

   "Oh, yeah?" he said uneasily.  "Rene and me?"

   "What?" I mumbled.  "No, no.  No, she's fine with that."

   "What's she jealous of?" he asked.  That germ of an idea gained some
steam.

   "Grab us a beer from the fridge," I ordered, "and meet me out back. 
I'll show you."

   +++++

   Kevin and I leaned on the railing of our deck.  It reminded me a bit of
being on the cruise when he and I had met at the rail near the pool on the
Lido deck to talk about the gangbang our wives were planning.  The view,
however, was entirely different.

   The chain link fence between Stan's yard and ours did little to obstruct
the panorama of his back yard.  Stan's pool glistened in the sunlight. 
What drew our attention, however, was not the glitter of the sun off the
water, but the vision of his wife, Jennifer, as she slay stretched out on
the lounger.  Her café au lait skin glowed healthily beneath the minimalist
blue bikini Jennifer wore.  Jennifer had oiled up nicely for her time in
the sun.

   "Holy crap!" Kevin murmured under his breath.

   "Yeah," I agreed.  "But the show hasn't even started.  Just wait."

   Like a cat, Jennifer stretched on her lounger.  She grabbed a wrist in
one hand and extended it over her head.  At the same time, she braced her
heels on the lounger and raiser her hips toward the sky.  Her mound pressed
against the tiny expanse of blue and white cloth barely covering her labial
folds.

   Jennifer wore huge dark glasses.  Her dark hair was loosely tied in the
back, creating a wild mane of a pony tail.  She turned her face toward us.
Although we couldn't see her eyes, I knew Jennifer was looking to see if
she had an audience for her next move.  She grinned at me and licked her
lips, pinkly painted with a glossy lipstick.  I felt myself stir within my
shorts.

   "Watch this," I whispered to Kevin.

   Jennifer arched her back and snaked an arm under the arch.  Languidly,
she withdrew it in a few seconds, dragging and blue and white string along
with it.  She gently tugged and the two patches of cloth trailed down her
side and away from her nipples.

   "Oh, fuck!" Kevin exclaimed quietly.

   "No tan lines, you'll notice," I remarked.  "She does this shit all the
time."

   Kevin whistled softly, never taking his eyes off Jennifer as he took a
pull from his beer.

   Jennifer wasn't done with her tease.  She smoothed her belly with her
right hand, pushing it down across her mound and under the brief strip of
blue that still covered her most private parts.  Her delicate fingers split
the folds and she arched up slightly as she dragged them back across her
clit, then back down to slide into her love canal.  She pulled her fingers
back up along her belly, passing across her breasts, tugged slightly at her
nipple, then into her luscious-looking mouth.  She sucked them sensuously,
turned her head to face Kevin and me, and smiled as she licked them clean
of her juices.

   "Like that?" I asked Kevin.

   "Hell, yes!" he responded eagerly.

   "Well, that's what your wife is jealous of," I informed him.  "That's
Jennifer.  Her husband, Stan, was Rene's first swap partner.  They had been
working on seducing the two of us for months and months before it finally
happened.

   "You've had that?" Kevin said, awe tinging his voice.

   "I have," I nodded.  "She is absolutely as hot as she looks and as sweet
a piece of ass as you'll find."

   Kevin pulled himself upright next to the railing.  He watched Jennifer
as she continued to titillate herself and tempt us.  "I can't say I'd be
able to resist that," he grinned at me.  "She's definitely hot."

   "What do you think Rachel would say?" I asked him.

   He shook his head.  "I don't know, man," he answered.  "But, I'll tell
you this.  She and Rene had their gangbang on the boat, didn't they?  We
were good with that.  Seems like we're owed the occasional piece of tail,
don't you think?"

   I shrugged.  "I wouldn't like to put it in those terms," I confessed. 
"I mean, that happened but I'd hate to club `em with it."

   "For a bit of that, though," he said, waving his bottle in the direction
of Jennifer, "it might be worth it."

   I stood silently watching Jennifer perform for us.  "Okay," I said,
finally.  "How about I invite them over tonight?  I know Stan pretty well.
He'll probably go after Rene.  If Jennifer seems at all interested, why
don't you put the rush on her?"

   "I'd love to," Kevin grinned at me.  "But, what about you?"

   "I'll stick to Rachel," I said.  "What I'm thinking, though, is that
Stan might even take an interest in her.  You wouldn't mind if he had sex
with her, would you?"

   "Naw, man," Kevin told me.  "If that's what she wants, hell, it's okay
with me."

   "Good," I grinned.  "I think it would be good for Rachel to broaden her
horizons a little.  This may be a good opportunity for that to happen."

   "So, what will you be doing if she decides to let Stan rip off a piece?"

   I smiled at him and shrugged.  "This isn't about me," I told him.  "It's
about letting you wife spread her wings and enjoy herself a little.  I'll
be fine."

   +++++

   Rene was puttering around in the kitchen, cleaning up mostly from where
Kevin and I had left bottles and caps on the counter.

   "Hey!" I said, cheerfully.

   She looked up at me and grinned.

   "Been getting any?" I asked.

   She rolled her eyes.  "Oh, yeah."

   "Want a break?"

   Rene stopped and looked at me.  "What kind of break?"

   "Well," I said, slowly, "I thought I'd invite Stan and Jennifer over
after dinner."

   "How is that a break for me?"

   "I'm just thinking, maybe Jennifer would take a shine to Kevin.  He's
sure taken a shine to her."

   "She been doing her backyard thing again?"

   I grinned at her.  "She called and warned me, so I took Kevin with me."

   Rene laughed.  "Did she know the two of you would be leching over her?"

   "I didn't mention it on the phone, but I'm pretty sure she could see the
two of us through the fence."

   Rene tossed the last bottle in the compacter and swiped at the counter
with a paper towel.  "And this is a break for me how, again?"

   "We turn Kevin loose on Jennifer."

   "What about Stan?"

   "Rachel?"

   Rene looked at me seriously.  "You think so?"

   "It's worth a try," I told her.

   She shook her head.  "Won't work," she said.

   "How can you be so sure?"

   "Honey, she's in love with you.  She's not going to play with Stan while
you're around."

   "You remember the gangbang on the boat?"

   Rene laughed.  "Of course."

   "Well?"

   "That was before, baby," she said, as if explaining it to a
six-year-old. "She's yours, now.  You're not going to escape her that
easily."

   "I don't want to escape her," I protested.  "I just want her to have
some fun."

   "Won't work," Rene said, leaning in to kiss my cheek.  "I'm just
saying."

   "But, you're okay with them coming over?  Stan and Jennifer I mean?"

   "Sure!" Rene said easily.  "The more the merrier."

   "Yo, Stan!" I called across the fence.  Jennifer had retired to the
house and Stan was trimming around a flower bed.

   "Allan!  Man!  Where you guys been?"

   "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

   "For a time there I thought we'd pissed you off," he said.

   "Nope," I answered.  "Just been busy.  Say, look.  Let me make it up to
you.  We've got some out of town guests.  Why don't you and Jennifer come
over after dinner?  We'll have a few drinks, some laughs, and fuck around."

   "Literally?" Stan grinned.

   "That could happen," I grinned back at him.  "My pal saw Jennifer's
performance this afternoon.  He was impressed."

   "God, what a slut!" he feigned disgust then broke into a big smile. 
"Guess that's why I love her!"

   "Of course it is," I laughed.  "It's why we all love her."

   +++++

   "We're being bad tonight," Rene announced to Kevin, Rachel and me. 
"Frozen pizza, potato chips and wine."

   "Sounds good to me," I told her, looking to Kevin for confirmation.

   "Sure.  Do I need to make a wine run?" he asked.

   "We've got about four bottles," Rene said.  "You want to come uncork a
couple?"

   "Glad to help," Kevin said.

   "Stan and Jennifer will be over later," I told Rene, keeping one eye on
Rachel.  She sat comfortably in the easy chair, seemingly unperturbed.  "We
ought to try to keep a couple of bottles for then."

   "It'll be fine," Rene said easily.  "We can always take up a collection
and send Kevin on a run."

   "Yeah, right," I laughed as Rene and Kevin disappeared into the kitchen.

   "Planning an orgy, huh?" Rachel said quietly.

   "Not really," I said.  "They're our neighbors."

   "Rene told me," Rachel said.  "I know who they are."

   I lifted my hands in surrender.  "Yeah, okay.  They were the first ones.
But, they're friends.  Just because they're coming over doesn't mean
anything."

   "Don't try to bullshit me, Allan," Rachel said.  "You think I might
consider fucking Stan."

   "This is getting tiresome, Rachel," I said wearily.  "I have no
expectations for you at all.  The only thing I expect is that you will do
what you want to do.  If you want to have sex with Stan then do it.  I
won't interfere or be hurt.  It won't change a thing.  You're free, Rachel,
to do or not do anything you choose."

   "So you don't care," she said, more statement than question.

   "Of course I care," I responded.  "I care that you are happy,
entertained, energized and fulfilled.  I care that you are unimpeded in
your quest for personal contentment."

   "Then why I'm I so miserable," Rachel asked, once again on the verge of
tears.

   I sighed deeply and considered my answer.  "Rachel," I began, "for some
reason you have expectations that don't mesh with reality.  I will do
anything for you.  I will give you anything and everything you want with
one exception.  I refuse to possess you.  In the first place, you are not
mine to possess.  In the second place, possession belies the full
expression of freedom.  If you are miserable it is because either you
expect me to make you my possession, or you expect me to be yours.

   "Be happy, Rachel, in the situation as it exists.  We have each other to
love, to cherish, and to adore.  We don't need to belong to each other to
have that.  If you want me to adore you, I do.  If you want me to cherish
you, I do.  If you want me to love you, your wish is granted.  I do love
you.  I don't know what else I can do."

   "You could care," she said, a tear tracing down her cheek.  "You could
care whether or not I screw somebody else."

   "Why should I, my darling?" I said.  "If you do, will you be damaged
goods?  Will anything be taken away from the relationship that you and I
share?  Will you no longer love me?  The answer to each of those questions
is `no'.  You will still be the Rachel that I love, cherish and adore.  The
only difference will be that you'll have another experience.  The truth is,
you're simply afraid that I won't love you anymore.  It is a foolish fear,
because my love for you doesn't depend on your behavior with anyone except
me.  If you continue to love me then I will continue to love you."

   "That's a very strange way to look at it," she said.

   "It may be.  It probably is unconventional.  The traditional method of
showing love is to restrain a partner, to cling to them and try to have
power over them.  But, the true expression of love is to allow the loved
one the freedom to be who they are and encourage them to soar."

   "I show you love by granting you power over what I do," Rachel insisted

   "And I show you love by returning that power to you and encouraging you
to transcend your limits."

   The room was quiet for a number of moments.  Finally Rachel asked, "Is
that how you love Rene?"

   "Exactly," I confirmed.

   "So you love me the same way you love Rene?"

   "I don't know how to love any other way."

   Rachel's face broke into a slow smile.  "She seems happy."

   "You'll have to ask her, darling," I said.

   "Ask who what?" Rene wanted to know, returning with a glass of dark wine
for each of us.

   "Are you happy?" Rachel said to her.

   Rene looked me with a straight face.  "I am," she said.  "I really am."

   "What makes you happy?" Rachel asked her.

   "Babies," Rene said, "sunshine and flowers.  Something cold to drink on
a hot day.  Good friends and great sex."

   Rachel laughed.  "How about him?" she laughed, indicating me with her
wine glass.

   "Him?" Rene said, a lilt to her voice.  "He's okay.  I'll probably keep
him around."

   Rachel smiled wanly.  "I'm serious.  Does he make you happy?"

   "Yes," Rene nodded.  "He makes me happy."

   Looking into her wine, Rachel asked Rene, "How?  How does he make you
happy?"

   "Oh, crap," Rene said, taking a seat on the sofa.  "This is deep, isn't
it?  Well, he believes in me.  Even when I'm unsure, he believes in me.  He
believes I can be and do things beyond even what I think is possible.  He
trusts me absolutely and helps me be the very best me I can be.  Sometimes
it's scary, but he's usually right."

   "You got to be brave to be in love with me," I laughed.

   Rachel grinned.  "I think I'm starting to learn that."

   "It's not that," Rene fired back.  "He's easy to love.  The tough part,
the part that's hard is being loved by him."

   "Why is that hard?" Rachel said.

   "Because," Rene replied, "there are no boundaries.  He let's you do
whatever you want, as long as it's not too dangerous.  You have to set your
own limits.  He demands nothing but has incredible expectations.  No
sitting on your ass just getting older.  He expects you to improve
yourself."

   "I just want you to be interesting," I grinned.

   Rachel waved at Kevin to come sit by her.  He sat on the floor, his
shoulder resting against her knee.  She turned toward Rene.  "Did Allan
tell you about our plan?" she asked my wife.

   "You want to move here?" Rene asked.

   Rachel nodded, running her fingers through Kevin's tousled locks.

   "Why?" Rene wanted to know.

   Rachel smiled at her husband and then at Rene.  "Because we love you
guys and we want to be close to you.  Isn't that right, baby?" she asked
Kevin.

   "Guess so," he said.

   "So, it's not just the sex?" Rene giggled.

   "Oh, yeah," Kevin chuckled.  "It's the sex, for sure.  And other stuff."

   "We don't have anything tying us to where we are," Rachel said.  "We
both fell in love with you on the cruise.  We thought it might be like a
sort of extended family situation."

   "It sounds like a huge decision to make in such a short time," I noted.

   "I'm going to be honest," Rachel said.  "We looked around Leesburg for
three months.  Super-stud here even did some internet research.  We didn't
find anything close to the relationships we have with the two of you.  It
really seems like the most obvious course of action."

   Rene looked at me.  I shrugged.  "You certainly don't need our
permission to do this," I said.  "Is there something else?"

   Rachel steadied her gaze on me.  "No surprises," she said simply.  "We
just want to be near you two."

   "You feel that way, too, Kevin?" I asked.

   He nodded slowly.  "Seems to make sense," he said.  "Besides, I want to
keep my wife happy."

   "Well," I told him, "that kind of sucks as a reason.  I mean, I
understand and all."

   "I didn't threaten him," Rachel smiled at me.  "I just made the
suggestion."

   "And I thought it was a good idea," Kevin added.  "Like she said, we
don't have anything tying us to Leesburg."

   "So, are you planning on becoming obsessive compulsive stalkers?" I
asked with a grin.

   Rachel laughed.  "I kind of thought that Rene and I would be like
sisters.  I mean, I never shared a gangbang with anybody before.  That
should account for something."

   +++++

   Sometimes there's no predicting what women will do.  After our supper of
mediocre pizza and better wine, they retired to the master bedroom to
prepare for our evening entertaining the neighbors.  Kevin and I were left
to dispose of the detritus of our meal.  I washed the pizza pans and Kevin
dried.  I showed him where to store them under the convection oven.  We
retired to the deck, shunning wine for the beer we'd garnered from the
fridge.

   "This move thing," I told him as we leaned on the railing.  "What's your
opinion on it, really?"

   "Really?" Kevin asked, chuckling.  "You mean now that Rachel's not here
to monitor my response?"

   "Something like that," I nodded.

   "Well," he said, taking a slow pull from his long-neck.  "Frankly,
Scarlett, I don't give a damn."

   "So you are okay with it, like you said?"

   "You know women," he noted.  "It's all about the emotions.  Rachel has
been pretty down since we got back from the trip.  I asked what would cheer
her up and she didn't hesitate a bit.  `Allan and Rene,' she told me.  So,
if that's what'll make her happy," he shrugged, "I'm glad to do it for
her."

   I took a pull from my beer.  "All right," I said.  "I'm not balking or
anything.  I just wanted to know if you're really on board with it."

   Kevin grinned at me.  "I know you and Rachel have feelings for each
other.  I'm good with that.  So I hope you won't mind me telling you that
I'm crazy about your wife, too.  She's a kick to be around.  We've had more
fun with you two than we've had in years.  We tried some of the swing clubs
in Leesburg and around the area."

   "So you and Rachel did manage to pair up with some folks?" I asked.

   "Nope," he said shortly.  "We went to investigate, just looking around
and seeing what was available.  It may sound funny, but we've been faithful
to you and Rene since we left the boat.

   "What about you guys?" he asked.

   "We went through a bit of a crisis here a little while back," I
confessed.  "I don't know why they do it, but women can act irrationally at
times.  Rene actually had an affair with our neighbor."

   "The Stan guy?  I thought you were, you know, involved with his wife."

   "No, not Stan.  Neighbor on the other side.  Steve.  You'll meet him. 
He's a decent guy and his wife is a knock-out.  Rene wanted the
extra-curricular sex but didn't want me to hook up with his wife.  Some
nonsense about being afraid I'd fall in love with her.  Anyway, Rene did
some sneaking around for a few weeks until Selena put up a bitch.  She
didn't think it was fair for her husband and Rene to be pounding each other
and she wasn't getting any strange."

   "So you fixed it?"

   "I didn't.  Hell, I was pretty much a pawn in the whole deal.  But,
yeah, we got it fixed.  Rene and I talked about it and she finally came
around to the idea that I wasn't looking to ditch her for anybody, no
matter how good looking or sexy they were."

   "So, tell me about this Jennifer," Kevin grinned at me.

   "She's a terrible tease," I told him.  "Of course, you knew that from
this afternoon's performance.  But, she's not really a tease.  I mean, the
goods are all there.  She likes to get her target male all aroused and
riled.  She's steaming hot, though."

   "So you've got steaming hot on this side and smoking gorgeous on the
other," Kevin grinned.

   "Not to mention stunningly gorgeous in the guest bedroom and wonderfully
kinky in my wedding pictures," I smirked back at him, upending my beer and
heading back into the house.

   There was no doubt what the girls had in mind when they reappeared from
their primping session in the back of the house.  Both of them were made
up, hair enticingly coiffed, and dressed, well, undressed really, to show
the maximum amount of skin without being completely naked.

   Rene wore a thin, white halter top that hinted at the pink areolas on
her breasts and definitely show the protrusion of her nipples.  Under a
massive expanse of skin between the lower extremities of her top she had on
a pair of tan boy-shorts that had to have been painted on.  She wore a pair
of thin sandals with tiny string-like straps.  Rachel swept her hair into a
large pony tail at her right shoulder.  The dark hair tumbled down across
the net dress she wore, only partially obscuring the delicate curve of her
nipple.  She wore the dress off her right shoulder.  It barely covered her
lower privates which were, I could see, bare of any other covering. 
Rachel's long, tanned legs ended in a pair of little gold half-heeled
sandals.

   "Holy shit," Kevin murmured as he followed me into the room.  "You guys
look gorgeous."

   "We are not guys," Rene quipped, "as you may have noticed.  And thank
you for the compliment."

   "You both look stunning," I agreed.  "Is this for us?"

   "Hardly," Rene snapped out at me.  "Stan and Jennifer are coming over."

   I nodded.  "I knew that."

   "Well, Jennifer is certain to be half naked," Rene said.  "We thought
she deserved some competition."

   "You've done all of that," I remarked.

   I fetched the women a glass of wine each and was headed back to the
living room when the knock came on the door.

   "Should I get that?" I called.

   "No way!" Rene yelled, and slid rapidly by me to greet our guests.  I
kept going to deliver Rachel her glass of wine and set the other next to
where Rene had been sitting.  I turned just in time to see Jennifer precede
her husband and my wife back into the room.

   Her blue and white summer toga-style dress had a neckline that dove to a
point somewhere below her navel.  The swell of her generous breasts was
obvious and delicious.  Her eyes gleamed when she saw me.

   "Hello, beautiful," I grinned at her, taking her hand and planting a
light kiss on her cheek.  She looked confused as I turned away and pointed
toward Kevin.  "I'd like you to meet our friends Kevin and Rachel," I
continued breezily.  "This is Jennifer."

   Kevin stood up and extended his hand.  "I've only seen her from a
distance," Kevin said.  "You're even more stunning up close."

   "Aren't you sweet?" Jennifer said.  She bypassed his extended hand and
pressed herself into him.  As she wrapped her arms around his shoulders she
gave him a kiss on the cheek.  "I hope you enjoyed the show," she
whispered.

   "Uh, yeah," Kevin said, backing away quickly.  "Uh, this is my wife,
Rachel," he said.

   Rachel beamed one of her radiant smiles at Jennifer.  "Rene has told me
so much about you," she said easily.  "I'm sure we'll be great friends."

   "Why, thank you," Jennifer said.  "Have you met Stan, yet?"

   "I haven't," Rachel told her.

   "Stan, darling," she called easily.  "Prepare to fall in love.  This is
Rachel!"

   "Hello, Rachel," Stan said, turning to face her.  He stopped as if he'd
hit a steel barrier.  He took in the full picture of Rachel, then turned to
me.  "You've been hiding her over here, haven't you?"

   "Why sure, Stan," I said.  "I know what a lecherous old bastard you are.
I couldn't let her be subjected to your limited social skills."

   "Stop it," Rene scolded me, walking up and wrapping a protective arm
around Stan.  "Isn't she gorgeous?" she asked him.

   "Absolutely," Stan said.  "I'm...I mean, it's really nice to meet you,"
he said to Rachel.

   The uncomfortable moments of initial greeting behind us, we all settled
into various chairs and sofas around the room.  Stan was fascinated with
the manner in which Rachel's dress revealed then hid her marvelous nipples
as she moved and shifted position.  Rene stayed glued to Stan's arm and
Stan's eyes stayed glued to Rachel.

   We chatted a while, bitched about gas prices, and Rene gave Stan and
Jennifer a detailed recounting of our cruise with Kevin and Rachel.  I
watched Rachel's eyes as she observed Jennifer's sensual assault on Kevin.

   "So," Stan said, looking longingly at Rachel, "you swapped out for most
of the cruise?"

   Rachel grinned at him.  "Yes," she nodded.  "It was a lot like a
honeymoon."

   "And you managed to keep up with Rene?" Jennifer murmured to Kevin.

   "Yeah," Kevin mumbled back.

   "He's quite the dynamo," Rene told her.  "You're going to like him."

   "I'm sure I will," Jennifer said.  She leaned toward Kevin.  "Did you
like watching me this afternoon?"

   I laughed aloud.  "Enjoy is mild," I said.  "He kept saying, `Holy
shit!' I'm pretty sure you hooked him."

   "Are you hooked on me, honey?" Jennifer cooed.

   Kevin looked at his wife and received a slight nod.  "Yeah," Kevin said,
"I think you could say that."

   "Good," she whispered.  "Why don't you take hold of these and see if
they live up to expectations," she continued, guiding his hands to her
marginally covered breasts.

   Rachel leaned in toward me.  "Forward, isn't she?" she whispered.

   "I'd call it unfettered," I replied in a low voice.  "Have you noticed
that you've managed to enchant her husband?"

   Rachel smiled wanly.  "I've noticed.  Do you think he'll like watching
me make love to you?"

   "Oh, I think we can do even better than that," I told her.

   Rachel's eyes scanned my face, unsure of what I meant.  I smiled at her,
leaned over and kissed her lips.  They were soft, tender and tasted like
watermelon.

   "I like your lipstick," I whispered.  "And, if I haven't told you, I
love your outfit.  It is very sexy."

   Rachel hummed, pulling her toward me for another kiss.

   Kevin had his lips locked on Jennifer's nipple.  She was guiding his
hands to stroke her thighs and hips.  He discovered she wasn't wearing any
panties and began to explore her nether regions with his fingers.  I could
hear Jennifer gasp as he penetrated her with his digits.  Kevin was, I
determined, engaged with the dark-haired beauty from next door and would be
occupied for some time.

   I pulled Rachel to her feet.  "Come with me," I ordered.  "I want you to
lay on top of me here on the sofa."

   Rachel grinned at me and wrapped her hands around my waist as I led her
to the couch.  As I turned to recline, I felt my shorts drop away from
around me.  Rachel had managed to undo the button and zipper so that I was
naked from the waist down.

   "Should I take off my shirt?" I asked.

   "If you like," she whispered.  I tugged it over my head and lay down on
the sofa.

   "Should I take off my dress?" Rachel asked.

   "That would be lovely," I answered.

   Rachel unbuttoned the three buttons at the neck and shrugged her
shoulders out of the garment.  The netting fell to the floor with a
whisper. She stood looking at me with dewy eyes.  "Now what?" she asked.

   I signaled for Rene to come close to us.  She held Stan's hand firmly
and knelt quickly by my head.

   "I would love for you to kneel across my face while Rachel sucks me
off," I told Rene.  "Would you mind?"

   Rene grinned at me.

   "You can kneel here next to the sofa," I told Rachel.

   She popped down to her knees and collected my cock in her hands.  The
next thing I knew she had it in her mouth, lashing it with her tongue.

   "What about Stan?" Rene whispered.

   I motioned him closer.  "Would you like a taste of Rachel?" I whispered
to him.

   "Sure!" he said.

   "Well, there she is," I murmured.  "Have fun."

   Rene grinned and moved to straddle my head on the sofa.  The only
problem was that it blocked my view of Stan moving behind Rachel and
attending to her pussy with his lips and tongue.  I knew, however, as soon
as he touched her because Rachel stopped working on me.  She froze, holding
my cock in her mouth.  While I licked at my own wife's sopping pussy, I
shoved my hips upward.  Rachel's distraction with Stan's attention to her
apparently vanished as she resumed sucking and licking my meat.

   It was very quiet in the room.  The only sounds were those of Rachel
humming gently on my cock and Stan's groaning as he licked at Rachel's
quim. Jennifer's voice broke the silence.

   "Don't be shy, baby," we could all hear her say.  "I want you to put it
in me.  Fuck me with your lovely cock."

   Rachel's humming on my cock became a keening whine.  I could only
imagine that Stan was liberally applying his tongue to her and pressing her
toward an orgasm.  Rene was bucking her hips on my face trying to force her
own release.  My tongue whipped at the hard nub of her clit as she humped
on me.  She moaned gloriously.  What I didn't know was that she was
stroking Rachel's hair, pulling it away from her face so she could see
Rachel devour my meat.  Meanwhile, Jennifer's lustful expressions
heightened our individual tensions.

   "Oh, yeah, baby," she exclaimed.  "That's it right there.  Fuck me with
your beautiful cock.  I've been waiting all afternoon for this."

   It was Rene who stunned me by calling out softly.  "Fuck her, Stan.  I
want to watch you fuck her while she sucks my husband's cock."

   Rachel moaned.  She pulled off my rod.  "No," she whimpered.  "He can't
fuck me."

   "Yes he can," Rene countered.  "Just hold still and let him put it in
you."

   "But I don't want..." Rachel moaned, then gasped as Stan lined up his
cock with her pussy and slowly pushed it inside.  "Oh, fuck!" Rachel
groaned.

   "It's a good cock," Rene told her.  "I know.  You'll like it.  I do when
he fucks me."

   "But, no," Rachel moaned.  "It's not right."

   "Yes it is," Rene said.  "Tell me it doesn't feel good."

   "Oh, God,' Rachel whimpered.  "It does feel good."

   "I knew it would," Rene said.  "Now, get back to sucking off my
husband."

   I could feel Rachel's mouth surround my cock again.  I could also feel
the thrusts Stan made into Rachel as they translated through her body.  I
smiled into Rene's steaming pussy and resumed licking and sucking my wife
to her climax.

   +++++

   The house was dark and quiet.  Rachel's stirring next to me had caused
me to awaken.  Freshly showered and pleasantly fragrant, her body felt
smooth and exquisite next to me.

   Stan and Rene had retired to the master bedroom.  Jennifer had nearly
dragged Kevin home with her.  Rachel and I were relegated to the guest
bedroom where we had spent the nights since she and Kevin had joined us.

   "You're awake," she whispered into the dark.

   "Um-hmm," I hummed lightly.

   Her right leg shifted across my thighs as I lay on my back.  She had me
in her grasp, her arm across my belly and pulling me toward her.

   "You set me up," she accused gently.

   "How's that?"

   "You knew that if I knelt next to you I would be presented to Stan," she
said.

   I grinned in the dark.

   "You wanted him to take me," she said.

   I shrugged.

   "Now you're mad because I let him fuck me."

   "I'm not mad," I whispered to her.  "Not at all."

   "So, you wanted him to fuck me.  You wanted me to fuck him."

   "Why would you think I was so manipulative?"

   "I don't know what to think of you," she admitted softly.

   I kissed the top of her head, her dark curls tickling my nose.  "Think
this, then," I said, softly.  "Think that I love you and want you to have
all the joy and excitement that is available."

   There was a long pause.  "So, this is how it's going to be?"

   "What do you mean by `this'?" I asked her.

   "This," she said.  "I'm going to fuck and be fucked by Stan or whoever
and spend the nights with you."

   "Unless you want to spend the night with somebody else," I proposed.

   "Do you mean that?"

   "Baby, if you wanted to spend the night with Stan instead of me, do you
think I would have objected?"

   "You could have," she said.

   I shook my head.  "I wouldn't, though.  And, you know why?"

   "Why?"

   "Because, sooner or later you'll come back to me.  I'll still love you
and you'll still love me."

   "What makes you so sure?"

   "Because," I sighed, "you are my Rachel.  The thought of living my life
without you in it is too difficult to imagine.  And, because I think you
feel the same way."

   "I could love Stan, too," she said, sounding like a pout.

   "I hope you do," I grinned.  "I can't imagine he wouldn't love you, too.
But, the relationship that is you and me is unique, precious and unending."

   "So I am free?" she said.

   "You are free, Rachel," I confirmed.  "You are free to find love,
excitement and fulfillment in any way you can.  It will never affect how I
feel about you."

   "You know how I feel about you?" she asked.

   "How?"

   "I'm aching to feel you inside me.  I'm aching to feel your arms around
me and your cock buried deep within me."

   "I think we can arrange that," I agreed.

   When she rolled on top of me and slid me into her I wrapped my arms
around her back.  I felt tiny waves of pressure ripple through her love
canal.

   Her lips were at my ear.  "Do you know," she whispered, "how
extraordinary it was to feel him inside me while I had your cock in my
mouth?"

   "Probably as exciting as it was to feel his thrusts pound through your
body to your mouth," I whispered back.

   "Is that why you came so fast?" she asked.

   "Probably," I acceded.

   "I loved swallowing your come while he fucked me," she continued.  "It
made me feel like a completely wanton slut.  It was exhilarating."

   "You like it that much?" I whispered.

   "I loved it," she said simply.  "I'm glad this is the way it's going to
be."