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 "Why are we having this conservation again?" I asked my wife.  "We've
covered this territory over and over again.  Nothing has changed."

   "Because, I can't believe it," she proclaimed.  "No husband in his right
mind would be okay with his wife sleeping with another man."

   "It has nothing to do with sanity, darling," I told her firmly.  "It has
everything to do with love, nurturing, and recognizing the realities of
life."

   "And what exactly are the realities of life?" she pressed.

   "We've been over this," I sighed.  "Humans are naturally promiscuous;
men and women.  Culturally, men have taken mistresses for centuries and it
has been accepted as the norm in many societies.  Women have often taken
lovers outside of matrimony.  While less accepted socially, it's still the
biological norm.  Fighting it leads to misery and disappointment.  Failing
to recognize it leads to deception, cheating and lying."

   "So, you're saying just give in to the biological tendencies.  That
makes us no better than animals."

   "Sexually, that's what we are.  It's one of the few times it is
acceptable behavior.  We surrender to our biology, give ourselves to our
baser nature, copulate for the sheer physical and emotional joy of the
experience.  Then we rise above that primitive behavior and exercise
restraint."

   "So you're saying it is okay to turn loose and screw anybody we want to
without regard to our responsibilities?" she countered.

   "What I'm saying, my love is that you may, with my complete permission,
give in to your overwhelming desire to have sex with anybody you want, if
that is your choice.  I will not hold it against you.  I will not be
crushed, destroyed or betrayed as long as you are honest and remain
emotionally committed to our relationship."

   "And you want me to give you the same latitude, right?" Her eyes
flashed.

   "I won't deny that.  However, because you don't feel comfortable doing
that, I promise to remain faithful to you until such time as you come to
the realization that having sex with somebody doesn't mean you're chucking
it all in.  I will remain exclusively yours until you change your mind."

   "I don't see that happening," she snarled.

   "So, do you want to tell me why we're having this discussion one more
time?" I asked her.

   She shifted uneasily in her chair.

   "Okay," I said, "let me tell you why, then.  You've been propositioned,
haven't you?"

   "Sort of."

   "And the individual who offered to light your fire is attractive and
interesting.  You declined, but have been thinking about exercising your
right to play.  How am I doing?"

   She stared at me for a moment.  "How did you know?"

   "Why else would this have come up?  It's obvious you're really
considering his offer and want to know if I've changed my mind since the
last time we talked about this."

   "I don't want to hurt you or our marriage," she said.

   "Still, you're wondering what it would feel like to have a strange cock
pierce your treasure.  Would it be as exciting as just thinking about it?
Should you believe my assertion that you have my permission?"

   Her look of consternation was replaced by one of anxiety.  "How do you
know all that?"

   "Because I love you, I know you, and," I paused for effect, "Stan told
me."

   "He what?" she nearly screamed.

   I laughed lightly.  "Stan came to me about two weeks ago.  Well, he
didn't really come to me.  We were just banging away at the fence together.
He mentioned he'd be glad when the weather was warm enough for sunbathing.
He said Jennifer got a kick out of the discomfort she caused me laying out
in her bikini.  Then he confided that he was aroused when you joined her on
their pool deck.  He said he found you irresistible and only our friendship
kept him from asking you to fuck him."

   Rene shivered.  "I can't believe he said that."

   I nodded.  "I told him that the two of you obviously had a mutual
attraction and that he should ask you.  I told him my philosophy and
assured him that if you choose to have sex together it would be your
decision."

   "Like you're not involved, huh?"

   "Look, we've gone through that.  You decide what's right for you.  I'm
here for you to discuss, debate, and to support you in any decision you
make."

   "Somehow I don't think you're telling me everything."

   "Just the important stuff," I replied.  "Anything else is secondary."

   "Well, I don't think the fact that Jennifer wants to fuck you is
secondary," she said.

   "You heard about that," I responded.

   "Yeah, I heard.  She doesn't really keep it a secret."

   I considered Rene's thinking for a minute.  "What Stan and Jennifer
decide to do is up to them.  Perhaps they need an agreement that if he
does, she can, too.  What I'm saying is that we don't need that.  You can
do whatever it is you want.  There are no strings or conditions."

   "Right.  If I do Stan you're going to do Jennifer," she stated.

   "Or, I could exercise the restraint that separates us from the animals,"
I grinned at her.

   Rene put her hands on her knees and leaned forward.  "Okay, here's where
I am.  I know you want me to do him."

   "I'm not..." I tried to interject.

   "Quiet!" she commanded.  "I know you do.  You want me to.  You've made
no secret about it.  So, suppose I do?  How will I be with you hooking up
with Jennifer?"

   "I told you, one does not necessarily mean the other," I protested.

   Rene shook her head.  "Uh-uh," she said.  "If I do it, you're doing it,
too."

   I didn't answer.

   "We will keep this on even terms," she said.  "I'm not going to be the
only one unfaithful in this relationship.  If I do it, you're going to do
it."

   "Throw me into that briar patch," I chuckled.

   "Right.  The thing is I don't know if I can deal with that."

   "That's something you'll have to come to terms with," I said.  "I don't
care.  I mean, sure, I'd love to screw her, but if it creates an issue with
you, I won't.  But I don't want that to influence your decision regarding
Stan."

   "You're kidding me, right?"

   "I'm not."

   "Look, Stan told me all about her plans for you, so don't go playing all
innocent."

   "I can't confess to something I know nothing about.  What did he say?"

   "He came by late Tuesday before you got home.  He asked if he could talk
to me for a few minutes."

   "And?"

   +++++

   "We have a special connection," Stan told her.  "You know it and so do
I. It's almost electric.  You can feel it when we touch, even if it's just
a hand on the shoulder or a kiss on the cheek."

   "Don't, Stan," Rene protested.  "I can't."

   "You can't what?" he pressed her.  "You can't talk about it?"

   She shook her head.

   "You're afraid," Stan told her.  "You're afraid I might be right and
that we do have chemistry between us.  You're afraid to explore the
realities of that."

   "I love Allan," she said.  "I would never do anything to hurt him.  And
Jennifer is my friend."

   "Let me tell you something about Jennifer," Stan laughed.  "She enjoys
the shit out of teasing your husband.  She shops for bikinis with the
specific intention of getting him hard.  She's told me that one day she's
going to get him so turned on he won't be able to resist her.  She wants to
feel his tongue in her pussy, Rene.  What about Jennifer?  Honey, she's got
a plan in place to seduce your loving husband.  All she's waiting for is
the opportunity."

   "You don't care that she wants to screw him?"

   Stan took her upper arms in his hands and grinned into her face.  "She's
not planning on keeping him," he said.  "She just wants to have sex with
him."

   "And you think that gives you the right to do the same?"

   "I don't know about rights, Rene.  All I know is that Jennifer wants to
fuck your husband.  I think he wants to fuck her, too.  I don't know if
they have the same chemistry as you and I have, but I know it opens the
door for us to enjoy each other's company.  I think it's a win-win
situation."

   Rene searched his face.  "Allan told me I could have sex with somebody
if I want to," she said slowly.

   "Do you want to?" he asked.

   She leaned into him, raising her face to kiss his lips.  "Yes, Stan.  I
really do.  I'm just not sure."

   Stan nodded.  "All right," he sighed.  "You make sure.  I'll wait.  But,
I am going to tell Jennifer.  So, you tell me now.  Are you going to freak
out if Jennifer fucks Allan?"

   Rene smiled.  "No, I won't.

   "You have to promise.  Nobody wants a big scene with lots of drama."

   "Yeah, I'm a big drama queen," she said sarcastically.

   "So the only question is whether or not Allan will freak out if you and
I have sex together?"

   "He's already told me I can have sex with anybody I want," she reminded
him.  "I just have to make sure he's serious."

   Stan leaned down and kissed her lips.  "Let's do this," he whispered,
"soon."

   +++++

   "What the hell?" I snapped at Rene when she told me that Stan had asked
her to have sex with her.  "You already told him you would.  Why are you
stalling?"

   "I have to know you won't get mad," she said.

   "You have my word of honor, as your lover, friend and husband.  Go do
it! Have fun!  Enjoy yourself!  Get laid!  Suck his cock and fuck him `til
you can't stand."

   "You're sure?"

   I laughed.  "You want it in writing?"

   Rene shook her head.  "What about Jennifer?"

   "I know she's an incorrigible tease," I chuckled.

   "She's teasing you.  It's all for you.  Stan told me she wants to screw
you, too."

   I felt a flush of excitement.  "That makes it real convenient, then,
doesn't it?"

   "So, I'm going to tell Stan we're good with it," Rene said.

   I thought for a second.  "No, let me.  Only it's not Stan I'm going to
tell.  It's Jennifer."

   "What are you planning to do?" Rene sounded wary.

   "I'm going to invite us to their place this weekend," I grinned at her.
"I'm going to tell her that I can't stand any more of her teasing, that I
have to have her, and if you and Stan want to screw, well, that's up to
you."

   "What do you think she'll say?"

   "I think she'll say `Hell, yes!' What do you think?"

   About an hour later I walked to the front door of Stan and Jennifer's
place.  I pressed the button and heard the two-tone chime.  Stan came to
the door.

   "Hey, Allan.  What's up?"

   "I hear you want to fuck my wife," I said, careful to keep my words
measured.

   Stan nodded.  "Yeah," he said, carefully.  "That's not news."

   "Is Jennifer here?" I asked him.

   "Yeah, sure," he nodded, then turned his head to holler.  "Jen!  Door."

   The delectable dark-haired Jennifer appeared within seconds.  I took a
deep breath.

   "Did you know your husband wants to fuck my wife?" I asked, trying to
put just a tiny edge in my voice.

   Jennifer looked up at her husband, a touch of wonder crossing her face.
"I knew that," she said.

   "And that's okay with you?" I asked, keeping the edge.

   She grinned nervously.  "I...I guess so."

   "Fine," I said, still trying to sound a little angry.  "Well let me tell
you something, missy.  I've had all the teasing from you I can stand.  So,
you and your stud muffin are going to invite us for a backyard do around
your deck and pool this weekend, and when we're full of hamburgers and
chicken, and well lubricated with whatever adult beverages you provide, I
fully intend to kiss and lick all over your delicious body and fuck you
into complete submission of my manly skills.  And, if your husband and my
wife want to do the same, well, that's their business.  What do you have to
say to that?"

   The most glorious twinkle came into Jennifer's eyes.  She whispered to
me conspiratorially, "Are you going to eat my pussy?"

   "Damned right I am," I blustered.  "'Til you scream for mercy."

   "Then I say, Friday night, six-thirty or seven," she snarled back at me.
"And nobody wears underwear!"

   "Fine!" I sneered.  "I'll tell my wife."

   I could hear them laughing as I turned on my heel and they closed the
door behind my departure.

   "Well?" Rene asked when I returned.

   "Perfect," I grinned at her.  "Six-thirty Friday night.  Oh, and don't
wear any underwear.  I'm guessing we're going to get laid."

   Stan waved at me as we climbed into our cars Friday morning.  I waved
back.  He climbed out of his silver Beamer and trotted across the short
stretch of grass separating our driveways.

   "I got to tell you, man," he said.  "That was fucking hilarious what you
did on Wednesday."

   I grinned at him.

   "Jennifer thought you were kinda pissed that I'd told Rene I wanted to
screw her.  Then, when you said you were hot for Jen, well, hell.  It just
cracked me up."

   "I thought you guys would get a kick out of it," I told him chuckling.

   "What did you tell Rene?" he asked.

   "Not much.  Just that we were headed your way at six-thirty tonight and
to not wear underwear."

   "So, we're cool, right?"

   "Oh, yeah," I agreed.  "But I'm going to be late for work if I don't get
going."

   "Just so you know," Stan grinned.  "Jennifer came on like a house afire
last night and Wednesday night, too.  She's really looking forward to the
fun and games tonight."

   "Rene, too," I confessed.  "This morning, as well.  She said she's
afraid I won't want her after Jennifer does me."

   "We got a solution to that," he grinned broadly.  "You just send her my
way."

   "Right.  We'll see what happens.  I'll see you tonight," I said.  "I
really got to go."

   "Okay, man," he said, backing away from the car and giving me another
quick wave of his hand.

   +++++

   I checked in with Rene at noontime like I usually do.

   "Everything okay?" I asked.

   "Yeah," she said.  "I talked to Jen.  I asked her if she wanted us to
bring anything."

   "And?"

   "'Just your hot husband,' is all she said.  I am so nervous."

   "Why?  You've screwed before.  You're a natural.  You'll be fine.  Have
you decided what you're wearing?"

   "I'm thinking a tank and shorts."

   "Sounds right to me," I confirmed.  Of course, I knew she would change
her mind about sixteen times before we left the house.  Whatever she wore,
it probably wouldn't be a tank-top and shorts.

   "All right," I said.  "I'm going to grab lunch.  See you right around
five."

   "Okay, baby.  I love you."

   "I love you, too, hon," I responded.  "See you later."

   She looked like we were going for a night on the town when I arrived at
the house.  She wore a white halter-top, damned near see-though, showing
all her freckled back.  She had on a long black skirt, slit up her thigh,
no stockings, and four-inch strappy come-fuck-me heels.

   "It's a damned barbecue at the Boland's," I commented.  "You look like
you're going to town to pick up guys."

   "You think it's too sexy?" she said.

   "No, babe," I said.  "I think you're gorgeous."

   "I laid out some clothes for you, too," she told me.  "Go take your
shower.  You might also shave."

   "I already shaved today," I protested.

   "Do it again," she ordered.  "You don't want to scrape the delicate
Jennifer's thighs with your beard."

   "What the hell?" I asked.

   Rene laughed.  "I talked to Jen again this afternoon.  She enlightened
me about some of her plans for you."

   +++++

   "Please tell me he likes to eat pussy," Jennifer begged her on the
phone.

   Rene laughed.  "Yeah.  He likes it."

   "I asked him if he would the other night when he came and set this up.
He said he would but, I wanted to check with you."

   "So, you don't want him to fuck you," Rene offered, "just to eat your
puss?"

   "Oh, hell, no," Jennifer exclaimed.  "It's just the appetizer to the
main course.  But, I shaved it all smooth down there, so I didn't want to
think I was wasting my time."

   "Well, he loves a smooth pussy," Rene said.  "I pretty much keep mine
that way."

   "Can you believe we're actually going to do this?" Jennifer asked her.

   "It's not too late to back out," Rene said, suddenly aware she dreaded
the possibility that Jennifer would cancel their plans.

   "No way," Jennifer told her.  "Stan's been drooling ever since Wednesday
night.  I haven't seen him so turned on since I promised to suck him off in
the pool.  And, to be honest, I'm going to love getting your husband's cock
inside me."

   "You'll like it," Rene told her.  "So will he."

   "What about you?"

   "I'm nervous," she confessed.  "I don't want Stan to be disappointed."

   "But, you do want to fuck him?"

   "Yes, of course," she said.

   "Then don't worry.  As long as you're there, willing, and responsive,
I'm sure Stan will love it."

   +++++

   Rene insisted we bring two bottles of wine, one red, a merlot; and one
white, she chose a zinfandel.  She handed them to me as we got ready to
leave our home.  She looked me square in the eye.  "You ready for this?"
she asked, her tone serious.

   "Sure," I nodded.

   "I mean it.  At some time tonight you're probably going to see me
getting fucked by Stan.  You know how I am.  I'm going to fuck him back.  I
want to know you're prepared for it."

   I chuckled easily.  "We've talked about this, or something like this,
for years.  Believe me, I am so ready."

   "All right," she said, "if you say so."

   "Look, you do remember when we were dating, don't you?  Remember you got
that invite to dinner.  What did I tell you?  Go to dinner.  And, if you
want to bring him back and fuck him, do it.  It's just getting laid."

   "I remember."

   "You went to dinner, brought him home, fucked him for two nights and
three days.  I was okay with it, wan't I?"

   She nodded slowly.  "Seemed to be."

   "Same deal," I assured her.  "Come on.  Let's go get you laid."

   She closed the door firmly behind us.  "You're getting laid, too, you
know."

   "I know," I grinned.  "I can't wait to pound into that bitch to get even
for all those summers of teasing me."

   Rene put her hand on my arm, restraining me gently.  "You don't think
she's a bitch, do you?"

   I laughed.  "No, of course not.  She's just a tease and she's got a good
fucking coming from me."

   Stan and Jennifer met us at the door.  Stan took the two bottles from
me. His eyes sparkled when he saw Rene.  Jennifer was dressed in a tight
white blouse with a midriff tie.  Because she was darker complected, I
could easily see the outline of her areolas through the fabric.  Her
hip-hugger shorts reminded me of the Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders.  She
leaned into me and planted a warm, moist and sucking kiss on my lips.

   "Hello, beautiful," I said to her.

   "Hi, yourself," she said.  "You wanna go fuck now and have dinner
later?"

   "Jennifer!" Stan gasped.

   "It's okay," I laughed.  "I think I'll save you for dessert," I told
Jennifer.

   "I'm just sayin'" Jennifer quipped, "if you want to..."

   I turned to Rene.  "I think this woman actually has the hots for me," I
said, feigning surprise.

   "Tell you what," Rene replied, "you keep her busy while Stan and I are
getting it on, okay?"

   I turned back to Jennifer.  "Think I can do that?"

   She let her hand trail down my royal blue polo to my beltline.  "I
believe you can."

   "So," Stan said, returning from the bar now empty handed.  "What can we
get for everybody?"

   "White," Rene said.

   "Meat or wine," Jennifer teased.

   "Wine now," Rene replied.  "Meat later."

   "Can I get one of those `good-to-see-you' kisses?" Stan asked her.

   "Sure thing," Rene said, lifting her face toward him.

   "Just stay away from her neck, dude," I warned, "or we'll never get to
dinner."

   Jennifer grabbed my hand and led me away from the door.  "You come with
me," she said.  "I want to keep you close tonight."

   "Is it true what he said about your neck?" Stan mumbled to Rene after
their brief kiss.

   "Hmmm.  Why don't you try it later and see what happens?" she replied.

   "You remind me if I forget," Stan told her.

   We all agreed the air was too cool to spend much time on the deck.  Stan
and I agreed to supervise the grill while the women prepped for dinner in
the kitchen.  At first we didn't talk much about the upcoming events.

   We listened to the crackling of the fire as fat from the chicken dripped
onto the coals, sizzling and snapping under the hood of the grill.  He
handed me the tongs.

   "Keep an eye on this for a minute, will you?" he asked me.

   "What's up?" I wanted to know.

   "I'm going to get us a beer," he said simply.

   In a few minutes he returned with cold cans of brew.  He handed me one.

   "Thanks," I said.  "Nothing's burst into flames yet," I told him
extending the tongs toward him.

   "Good," he said.  "Look, we haven't talked about this, just you and me."

   "Tonight, you mean?"

   "Yeah."

   "What's to say?"

   "Well, you're here, and you are the one who set it up, so maybe I
shouldn't ask.  You want to talk about it?"

   I shrugged my shoulders and took a pull at my beer.  "Rene and you seem
to have a connection.  It's all good with me."

   Stan was quiet, tapping the tongs on the grill hood.  "So, Rene is the
one who suggested it?"

   "Not really," I said.  "She was pretty wobbly about it for a while.  I
had to convince her that it was okay with me."

   "Hmph," he said, still tapping.

   "Is there a problem?" I asked.

   "Well, not really, I guess.  See, Jennifer," he started, "well, she's
really a slut, you know what I mean?"

   I shook my head.  "She's a tease," I admitted.  "That much is pretty
obvious."

   Stan nodded.  "Well, that's because she likes to flaunt it."

   I nodded.  "And?"

   "Well, she's been on the straight and narrow since we got married.  But,
she's made no secret that she wants to play around, you know."

   "That's a problem for you?"

   "Me?  No, hell no.  I mean, if that's what she wants, I guess, I'd be a
jerk to get in her way.  The thing is Rene isn't like that."

   I chuckled.  "No, she's not.  I've had to do some heavy duty convincing
to get her this far."

   "That's what I want to know," Stan said.  "I mean, why did you try to
convince her?"

   "Oh, well, that's easy," I laughed.  "See, I think she ought to expand
her horizons if she wants to.  She's not looking to fall in love, just to
have sex with somebody other than me.  I'm really glad you two have hit it
off."

   "So, she wants to do this?"

   "She does now, Stan.  And, I think she's going to be surprised when I
don't get all indignant about it.  So, I expect you guys to go at it hot
and heavy, have a good time, and, in the end, she'll come home to me none
the worse for wear."

   Stan was silent for a while.  "So, you really are good with all this?"
he said finally, more of a statement than a question.

   "Absolutely, Stan.  Do her up and do her right.  All you have to do is
make sure she has a good time."

   Stan nodded and opened the grill top to turn the chicken thighs on the
grill.  "Whoa!" he exclaimed as one of them flared.  He shut the grill lid
and turned to face me.

   "Okay, my friend," he said.  "I'm good with it, too.  You and Jen have
fun, too, okay?  She's ready.  She wants this."

   I grinned at him.  "So do I, Stan.  You pleasure my woman and I'll do my
best to pleasure yours.  Deal?"

   "Deal," he said, then took a long pull from his beer.  "Hell, its just
sex, isn't it?"

   "Exactly," I said.  "Going to be good, too."

   We plated the grill items, closed it down and went back inside.

   "There's our guys," Jennifer said.  "They bring food from fire and we
eat.  We pay with sex.  Just like cave dwellers."

   "You're silly," Rene told her laughing.

   "Feed me, woman," Stan grunted at Rene.  "Hunter is hungry from long
hike to supermarket to get dead meat."

   "You guys do this all the time?" Rene asked cheerfully.

   "Sure," Jennifer said.  "Don't you two ever play the cave man game?"

   "Uh, no," I answered.  "We try to retain at least the veneer of
civilization."

   Jennifer laughed.  "We'll break you of that shit soon after dinner," she
promised.

   We ate dinner on paper plates drinking wine from plastic cups.  It was
an indoor picnic designed to minimize clean up.

   "The last thing I want to do tonight is waste a bunch of time washing
dishes and cleaning up," Jennifer stated.

   Stan brought out a trash bag and we deposited our plates and plastic
tableware in the black sack.  We agreed to keep our cups as the wine
continued to flow freely.  Jennifer and Rene disappeared into the kitchen
to clean up the platter and put up the remains of our feast.  They were
back in the den in less than five minutes.

   "See?" Jennifer said, plopping down on the sofa next to me and
retrieving her cup of wine.  "No muss, no fuss." She took a sip then leaned
in toward me.  Her lips touched my ear.  I heard her say, "I'm so ready to
fuck you."

   The idiot grin crossed my face.  I watched as Rene collected her cup and
went to sit on the edge of the large easy chair where Stan had settled. 
She tugged on her long skirt, trying to get it adjusted comfortably.

   "I told you that thing would get in the way," I said.

   Jennifer whispered in my ear again.  "I don't think she's going to be
wearing it all that much longer." I felt my manhood stir.  I knew Rene wore
no underwear, and once the skirt was gone she'd be naked from the waist
down.

   "Oh, look at that," Jennifer cooed.  "Looks like somebody wants to come
out and play." She rubbed her hand up my leg until her fingers captured my
throbbing meat.

   Stan seized Rene's hips and pulled her into his lap.  Her legs, revealed
by the slit in her skirt waved delicately in the air, her feet accented by
the CFM heels she wore.  Stan grabbed a shock of her flaming red hair and
pulled her face to him for a kiss.

   "You want more wine?" Jennifer asked me.

   I shook my head no.

   "Good," she said, taking my cup and placing it on the low coffee table
in front of us.  Then she twisted her body until she was kneeling on the
floor next to me.  Her hand slid up my thigh until she had captured a
handful of my rigid meat.

   "I like your top," I said, my voice strained by her contact with my
dick.

   "Oh, this old thing?" she said.  "Thank you."

   "I like the way it shows your nipples through the fabric," I grinned at
her.

   She nodded.  "And, I can feel you've also observed the no underwear
rule." She gave my cock a squeeze, leaned forward and captured it between
her lips.

   "What would you like to do first," she whispered.

   "Well," I said, considering, "you've teased me for over a year with
bikini tops and halters.  I think I'd like to see the goods."

   She brushed her dark hair out of her face and looked up at me, her eyes
sparkling.  She grinned evilly then nodded.  She untied the knot at the
base and began to work on the buttons at the front.  In a second she
shrugged out of the top and the garment fell away.

   My breath caught in my throat.  "You know, I thought you had left little
to the imagination with your teasing wardrobe," I whispered.  "Those,
however, are some beautiful tits."

   "Your turn," she murmured.

   I lifted the bottom of my polo and tugged it over my head.

   Jennifer lifted from her kneeling position.  While never releasing her
handhold on my meat, she leaned forward and planted several tiny, moist,
sucking kisses on my left shoulder.  My hands automatically sought out her
breasts, cupped them, and explored the firm, soft flesh, my thumbs raking
easily over her distended nipples.  I put my lips against the smooth skin,
opened them slightly, and began to alternately suck and lick at her flesh.
I felt her arms wrap around my neck as she pulled herself into me.  I could
hear her breath quicken and the mumbled words, "Oh, yes, baby.  Suck my
neck.  Make me wet for you."

   I grinned.  Rene wasn't the only one who got ignited by kisses to the
neck.  I pressed the attack, determined to have Jennifer soaking and ready
for my eventual invasion.

   A gasp from across the room drew my attention.  I looked over Jennifer's
should to see that Stan's hand had wormed its way between Rene's thighs. 
As they kissed, I could see his arm move in a alternating push and pull
across her thigh.  He was stroking Rene's pussy under her skirt.

   Rene pulled her head back and put a hand to her neck.  "Can you see how
flushed you're getting me?" she whispered to Stan, still loud enough for me
to hear across the room.

   Stan pulled her to him and planted his lips on the side of her neck.  He
kissed her hard then pulled back.  "I remember something about your neck."

   "That's just to get me ready to fuck you," she murmured.  "You can
probably tell that I've already decided we're going to do that."

   "Can I help you out of that skirt?" Stan asked her.

   Rene swiveled in his lap and stood up with her back to him.  He reached
out to release the catch and unzip the short zipper.  Rene's arms held the
waist band in place.  She turned around to face Stan and released her hold.
The long skirt slithered down her legs and exposed her naked pussy to his
view.  My heart pounded and Stan's eyes locked on the enticing slit of her
labial folds.  He breathed out heavily.  "Gorgeous," he mumbled.

   "Should I take off the shoes or leave them on?" she asked coyly.

   "Leave them," he ordered, reaching forward to draw her hips toward him.
Rene resisted.

   "Time for you to get naked, too," she stated.

   Stan virtually leapt from the chair.  He had his shirt off in about five
seconds, and his pants around his ankles in ten.  I was impressed with his
equipment.  He was surely at least nine inches and his hardness poked
obscenely toward my wife.

   Rene pulled the strings of her halter and cast the garment aside. 
Stan's eyes got large as he fixated on her breasts, their light, pink
nipples pointing toward him.  This time, he gathered her in his arms,
dropped his head to the delicate joint between her neck and shoulder and
began to suckle.  Rene put her hands on his waist and pulled him close,
feeling his hot, hard member press into her belly.  I had to grin.  I knew
what would be coming next.

   Jennifer stood up in front of me, partially blocking my view.  She
looked over her left shoulder to observe my wife and her husband as she
absently tugged those white shorts off her hips and down her lovely legs.
She kicked them aside and turned back to me.

   "Stand up and take off your trousers," she ordered huskily.  "And, as
much as I appreciate your desire to see your wife in action with my
husband, would you at least make an effort to pay some attention to me?"

   I stood in front of her and dropped my pants to the floor.  I stepped
out of them and shuffled them off to the side.  I bent forward and captured
her left nipple between my lips and teeth.  Jennifer clasped my head in her
hands and caressed the back of my neck.

   "Much better," she whispered.

   Rene dropped to a knee and took hold of Stan's considerable rod.  She
planted several loving kisses on the head.  Her pink tongue darted out and
licked as the flesh before her mouth enveloped him.  I heard Stan groan as
he surrendered his cock to her mouth.

   "Ah, fuck!" he moaned as Rene worked her lips and tongue along his
length.  His knees gave way and he sank back into the chair.  Rene watched
him drop then crawled like a cat toward him.  She grinned wickedly at him,
captured his meat with her right hand and plunged her mouth onto his erect
flesh.

   "Hey!" Jennifer said, the heel of her balled fist bouncing off my
shoulder.  "I'm over here," she reminded me.

   "Sorry," I mumbled.

   She put her lips to my ear.  "They're going to fuck, Allan," she
whispered.  "You knew that when you came here tonight.  Now, please, forget
about them, and let's you and I play.  You owe me a pussy-eating."

   In reality, I did want to watch Stan's initial penetration of my wife,
see her reaction, and observe her immersion in the event.  I had no doubt
that she would fuck him with purpose and enthusiasm.  I just wanted to see
it.  At the same time, I was reticent to neglect the gorgeous and
passionate Jennifer.

   I smiled at her and nodded.  "Come here, then," I directed her, lying
back on the sofa.  "Come straddle my face so I can taste your delectable
puss."

   Jennifer lowered herself above me, a knee next to my ear and her other
leg planted on the floor.  I grabbed handfuls of her ass and pulled her up
to me.  I kissed her labia as I would her lips, my tongue probing gently to
lick and plunge into the delicate flesh.

   "Oh, yeah," she murmured.  "Um-hmm.  Keep that going."

   I had no intention of stopping until she'd come to at least one climax
on my face.  I savored the taste and texture of her, locating her hardened
nub and sucking it between my lips and lovingly caressing it with my
tongue.

   "Ah, fuck!" she whimpered.  "Yeah!  That's good!  Fuck my hole with your
tongue."

   I grinned to myself and pressed my tongue into her inviting hole.  I
enjoyed the tang and bite of her essence.  She gently bucked her hips and I
once again sought out the nubbin of pleasure, teasing and tasting it.  I
circled it with my tongue, then drove back into the tight hole of her love
canal.

   "Am I your first since you married?" Jennifer gasped.

   I hummed affirmatively.

   "What a fucking waste," she groaned.  "God, you eat pussy so good!  I
want to come in your mouth."

   I hummed agreement again.

   "I don't know why we waited," she moaned.  "I've wanted this for so
long. Did you want to fuck me?"

   Once again, I hummed into her flesh.

   "We wasted all that time," she gasped.  "We could have been touching,
and fucking, and licking and sucking."

   We're doing it now, flashed through my mind.  I was intent on making the
most of it.

   "Oh, God that's good!" she moaned.  "I knew it would be.  I knew you'd
be good.  Suck my pussy, Allan.  Make me come.  I want your cock inside me.
I want to come on you.  Oh, fuck!  Yes!"

   Her thighs tightened on my head.  Her hand, grasping behind my neck,
pulled me up to her.  I drove my tongue into the clenching hole as Jennifer
wailed her orgasm into reality.

   "Oh, fuck!  Yes!  I'm coming!  God, you're good!" she yelled.

   I grinned at what the reaction Stan and Rene would be having as Jennifer
shuddered and screamed in her climax.

   Jennifer reached behind her and sought out my fully erect cock.  She
squeezed and pulled on it as her hips lunged forward and back on my face.

   "Aw, fuck, yes!!!" she bellowed.

   Stan sat naked in the oversized easy chair.  My wife, stripped of all
clothing except her spiked heels, knelt across his lap, impaled by the
erect organ of her lover.  She shivered as his cock delved into her depths
while he suckled on the pink nipples presented to his lips.  Rene held his
neck in her hand and delighted in the feeling as his cock slid in and out
of her.  Her groans of passion wafted through the room in contrast to the
loud cries of Jennifer.  Stan was struggling to hold back the urge to
unleash the spurts building in his loins.

   "You feel so good, Rene," he said, releasing the pink flesh of her
nipple.  "You feel like a warm, soft glove on my cock.  Tell me it feels
good for you."

   "It does," she panted.  "I love how your cock feels.  It fills me right
up and touches all the right places."

   "I want you to come," Stan told her urgently.  "But I don't know how
much longer I can hold out."

   "It's good," Rene whispered to him.  "I always come when I feel hot
spurts up in there.  Besides, we've got all night."

   "Awww, damn!" Stan groaned.  "Oh, you fuck me so good.  I'm coming Rene.
I can't hold back anymore."

   "Yeah, baby," she urged him.  "Come deep inside me.  Fill me with your
hot cream.  Do it!  Do it now!"

   "Ooohhhhh!" Stan grunted.  "Oh, fuck, yeah!  I'm going to fill you up.
Awww, fuck!"



   +++++



   "So he shot his load up inside you, huh?" I asked my wife as we lay in
bed close to three hours later.

   Rene lay snuggled into me, clean from her shower and delightfully warm
and satisfied from the several fuckings Stan had given her.  "Um hmm," she
murmured.

   "Did it hurt?" I asked, chuckling lightly.

   "No," she said softly.  "It felt wonderful."

   "And the other times?  Like, when he was fucking you from behind?  Did
that hurt?"

   "You saw that?"

   "Yes," I admitted.

   "What do you think?"

   "I think you loved it.  I think you were gorgeous.  I think I never
loved you more than when I watched your face when he slipped his cock
inside you, when you came, and when you felt him come."

   "I did," she acknowledged.  "I really did like it."

   "Good," I said.  "I'm really so glad you did.  And, I'm also glad you
know that I still love you, and love you even more for enjoying the
experience."

   "You don't think I'm just a slut?"

   I laughed.  "Not a slut, darling," I said.  "A marvelous, sensual fuck
bunny.  God!  What a turn on you were!"

   "You know I love you more than anything, don't you?"

   "Yes, baby, I know that."

   "And I never would do anything like that unless you approved?"

   "I approved whole-heartedly, darling."

   "I saw Jennifer sucking your cock," she noted.

   "She did that," I told her.

   "It looked so hot.  I loved seeing your hardness appear from between her
lips.  Your cock was all hard and shiny."

   I chuckled.

   "You know how sexy it looked seeing her neck muscled work when she
swallowed your come?"

   "I'll be it was."

   "I thought I would be more jealous," Rene confessed.

   "No reason to be," I reasoned.  "It was fun and interesting and very
exciting.  I loved eating her pussy and having her suck me off.  The sex
was really great, too.  She was very enthusiastic."

   "You made her come," Rene observed.

   "More than once, I believe."

   "That was hot, too.  I loved hearing her wail and cry, knowing that you
made her do it."

   "So, you're proud of me, too?" I asked.

   "I was.  I still am."

   "Well, that's good.  Now, tell me why we did it?"

   "Because," she said after a few seconds of reflection, "it was fun and
different, and very exciting."

   "So, will we do it again?"

   "I hope you'll say yes, baby," she said.  "I really did like the whole
thing, me with Stan and you with her.  Can we do it again?"

   "Well, we'll have to check with them," I said.  "I think they'll be open
to it."

   There was no snuggling going on next door.  Jennifer knelt astride her
husband, his cock buried deep inside her.

   "That was awesome," she gasped out, the words staccato through her
panting.

   "The sex with me, or the whole night?" he asked her.

   "Sex with you is always awesome, Stan," she cooed.  "But, yeah.  God, I
loved fucking him."

   Stan chuckled.

   "And you got you some of that redhead pussy, too," she reminded him.

   "It was shaved, hon," he said.  "I really couldn't tell."

   "Whatever," she answered.  "It was strange and you loved it."

   "I admit it," he said, broadly grinning.

   "And you liked watching me fuck him, too," she teased him.

   "Guilty as charged," he nodded.

   "I'm surprised you had anything left for me," she said.

   "I've always got something left for you, babe," he told her.  "So, you
think they'll be back?"

   "Are you kidding?" she laughed.  "You keep coming back for more of this
pussy.  Why do you think Allan won't?"

   "Good point," he laughed with her.

   "He loved it.  I could tell from the way he ate me out.  He's in love
with this pussy."

   Stan nodded.  "And, if I read you right, you're in love with his cock,
too."

   "Got that right," she said.  She shuddered on him.  "Man that was some
good fucking."

   "I guess I'm just a stand-in for your new stud muffin," he joked.

   Jennifer leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead.  "Yup!  I'll
need you to be ready to fuck me any time I get to wanting him."

   "What the hell have I been doing, Jen?" he laughed.  "Every time you'd
come in from sunbathing and teasing Allan with your hot body, wasn't I
there for you?"

   "That was so much fun," she beamed.  "He'd look at me, and drool.  He so
wanted to fuck me."

   "And tonight you made his dreams come true."

   "So, tell me about Rene," she ordered.

   He shrugged.  "It was good," he said.  "She was hot and ready, very
enthusiastic.  She likes to be on top.  She also likes to take it from
behind.  The fun part was to just stand there and let her fuck herself on
me."

   "Is she as good as me?"

   "Nobody's as good as you, babe," he laughed.

   "No, really," Jennifer was suddenly serious.

   Stan thought for a minute.  "She was different from you, Jen.  Not
better or worse.  She just had her own way of doing it.  That's what made
it fun."

   "It was fun," she agreed.  "It was so hot.  You should have seen her
face when you made her come."

   Stan smiled.  "I saw it," he said.  "You should have seen yours when
Allan made you come."

   "Was I good?" she asked.

   "You were hot!"

   "So we are going to have to do it again, aren't we?"

   Stan nodded.  "Any time you want.  Any time you're ready."

   "Oh hell, Stan," she said, "I'm ready now!"

   Stan laughed aloud.  "Tell you what we can do.  You call Rene tomorrow
and set up a weekend swap.  I'll go live over there for the weekend and you
can have Allan over here all to yourself."

   "You think she'll go for it?"

   "Never know until you ask."

   +++++

   In spite of her excitement over the idea, Jennifer waited until well
after noon the next day to call her friend.  As luck would have it, I
answered the phone.

   "Hello?"

   "Oh, my God, it's you.  Have I told you today that I love your cock?"

   I laughed, my meat immediately starting to twitch in my shorts.  "Uh,
no."

   "Well, I do.  I miss it already."

   "Just my cock?" I teased her.

   "Mostly," she said.  "It feels so good inside me."

   "And I thought it was my intelligence and sense of humor that attracted
you."

   "Oh, it does," she admitted, "but your cock sealed the deal.  Is your
hot wife around?  I've got a proposition for her."

   "She is," I said, wondering what the delectable dark-haired vixen was up
to.  I handed the phone to Rene and mouthed, "Jennifer."

   Hearing only half the conversation was a beast, but I kind of got the
gist.

   "Hey, Jen," Rene spoke into the phone.  A few seconds later she said,
"Yeah.  I did, too." Another pause.  "I know he did." She broke into a grin
listening to her friend.  "Well, I'm glad he did.  I liked him, too." There
was a longer pause before Rene spoke.  "I'm thinking we will, if you and
Stan are up to it." She listened a few moments.  "That's an interesting
idea.  The whole weekend?" Another pause.  "Oh, I think that's a terrific
idea!  That way we get the best of both situations." She listened for
another short minute.  "Yeah, I'll tell him.  I think he's going to be as
excited about it as I am." There was one more brief break before I heard
Rene say, "Okay.  Yeah.  Love you, too.  We'll talk later.  Bye."

   "So," I said, "they thought last night was a blast, too."

   Rene nodded.  "Of course."

   "What else?"

   "She said Stan really got off on watching her with you, and had a good
time doing me."

   "Yeah?" I pressed.

   "So, they want to do it again next weekend."

   "I'd be up for that," I grinned at her.

   "They'll come to our place for dinner Friday night.  But, there's a
twist."

   "What's that?"

   "Well, instead of leaving like we did, you'll go with Jennifer for the
rest of the weekend.  Stan will stay here with me."

   "You're shitting me," I said, delighted.

   "Nope.  She suggested we switch back by nine o'clock Sunday night."

   "No shit," I grinned.

   "You know what that means don't you?"

   I was confused.  Other than having that fine piece of ass all night
Friday, all day Saturday, all Saturday night and most of Sunday, I didn't
have a clue.  I shook my head and raised my arms, palms up.

   "It means that Stan will be here all weekend, that he's going to be
sleeping with me, and I'm going to fuck him in our bed.  So, before you go
dancing a jig, think about what that is going to mean to you."

   Still at a loss, I stammered, "I...Okay.  I mean, what's the big deal?"

   Rene was stone-faced.  "If you don't mind him fucking me in our bed, I
guess its no big deal, then."

   "I don't think it is, babe.  I mean, I don't think it will bother me."

   She smiled that "Oh, you poor, sweet, stupid man" smile at me.  "Fine. I
just wanted you to know."

   I shrugged.  "I guess I expect it.  I mean, it's not as if you're going
to be cheating on me."

   "Okay," she said simply.  "So, anyway, Jennifer said we'd have the same
kind of session as we had last night on Friday.  Then we'd swap husbands
for the rest of the weekend.  You'll still get to see him screw me and vice
versa."

   I had trouble keeping the shit-eating grin off my face.  I was busy
thinking how hot it would be to sleep in the same bed with Jennifer and
have her hot body available for a whole weekend.  I grabbed Rene and pulled
her to me.  "You want to do this?" I asked, sure she would answer in the
affirmative.

   "It's fine with me, baby," she said.  "It should be fun."

   "I agree.  In fact, I'm getting a woody just thinking about it.  You
want to go practice for next weekend?"

   Rene beamed.  "You know I'm always ready.  You want me to ride you or do
you want to pound me from behind?"

   "Come on," I said, tugging her toward the bedroom.  "We'll figure it out
as we go along."

   +++++

   Wednesday night when I got home I got the bad news.  "You're cut off,"
she said firmly.

   "What?"

   Apparently Jennifer and Rene had talked earlier in the day.  They both
recounted that Stan and I had been like rutting stags all week.  It was the
truth.  The images of spending the weekend in Jennifer's house had been
dominating my mind.  Rene and I were screwing two and three times a day. 
According to Jennifer, Stan was the same way.  The girls determined that we
were going to wear ourselves out before the weekend arrived and that the
only way we would have anything left would be if we were denied sexual
contact until Friday night.

   "You can have all you want next week," Rene informed me.  "But between
now and Friday, you and Stan are getting nothing."

   "I'm going to be walking around with a constant hard-on," I warned her.

   "Well, maybe you need to see a doctor if you have an erection lasting
longer than four hours," she snapped.

   "Funny," I said.

   "This is for your own good," she told me.  "Jennifer and I agreed."

   I shook my head slowly.  "This is going to be a bitch," I complained.

   "Oh, come on," she chided me.  "It's just tomorrow and Friday.  Friday
night you can let loose."

   "And tonight," I reminded her.

   "Tonight, tomorrow, and tomorrow night.  You're going to get laid on
Friday."

   "Not `til Friday night," I grumped.

   "Oh, yeah," she said, as if reminded of something.  "No whacking off in
the shower, either.  Jennifer and I want full loads Friday night."

   I shook my head again.  "I don't know how I'm going to get through
this," I grumbled.

   "Try thinking about something other than sex for a change," Rene
offered. "Focus on building me that bookcase."

   I had promised Rene a six-foot long, three shelf oak bookcase over a
year ago.  I just never got around to doing the design and building the
thing.

   "Okay," I sighed.  "Whenever I start thinking about Jennifer's hot body
or watching Stan slide his cock up inside you, I'll work on the bookcase
design," I agreed.  "But, I'll be doing it with a woody."

   "What better way to do woodwork," she quipped.  I didn't laugh.

   I had the design done by Thursday night.  Before I crawled into bed next
to Rene I'd pulled together the shopping list of materials I'd need.  "You
know," I mumbled into her ear, "every time I look at that damned bookcase
I'll be thinking about my tongue in Jennifer's sweet pussy."

   Rene hummed sleepily and I saw a smile cross her face.

   +++++

   We ordered pizza for our Friday night get-together.  The delivery guy
got an eyeful of a voluptuous Jennifer in a black tube-top that was no more
than a strip of five-inch wide clothe encasing her breasts and a pair of
jeans that looked like they'd been painted on her body.  Rene wore a scarf,
twisted and draped around her body.  I don't know what held the damned
thing together, but she managed to stay mostly covered through our pizza
and potato chip dinner, accented by liberal applications of beer.

   "So, Jennifer," I ventured as we closed up the pizza boxes stuffed with
used paper towels, "what gave you the idea of this weekend swap session?"

   "Truth is," she said, "It was Stan's idea.  But I'm in full agreement.
I've been living with this stud for six years.  I thought he'd started to
take me for granted.  Of course, once it was out in the open, he started
paying a lot more attention to me than he has in years."

   "You know," Rene offered, "I had the same experience."

   "Which is why you cut us off," Stan stated.

   Jennifer grinned.  "No.  Actually, that was to insure you had some
energy and come left for our festivities.  Right, Rene?"

   My wife grinned back at her.  "Exactly."

   "Rene seemed to think I'd be upset that your husband was going to screw
my wife in our bed.  Anything like that happen over here?" I asked.

   Stan cocked an eyebrow.

   Rene jumped in.  "Some people have a thing about their beds," she said.
"You know, `I don't care if you screw him, just don't do it in our bed.' I
know you've heard that."

   Jennifer laughed.  "What I've heard is: `Not only did you cheat, but you
did it in our bed!' Like it's a sacred thing, or something."

   "But we're not cheating, are we?" I asked.

   "I don't think so," Stan said.

   "Me, either," Jennifer agreed.

   "Cheating is going behind somebody's back," I ventured.

   "Betrayal of confidences," Rene offered.

   "Just plain betrayal," Jennifer said.

   "Sneaking around," Stan put in.

   "This sure isn't sneaking around," I noted with a chuckle.

   "Got that right," Jennifer said.  "Just good old fucking."

   "Do you have to be so graphic?" Rene sounded appalled.

   "Well, what would you call it?" Jennifer asked.

   Rene shrugged.  "Sharing experiences?" she tried.

   "I like good old fucking," I said.

   Jennifer looked at me.  "I don't think Rene's all that comfortable with
this yet," she stated.

   "Rene," I told her, "still thinks I'm going to get mad at her if she has
fun screwing your mate.  I've told her I won't, but she still has this
thing about being guilty if she has a good time with somebody other than
me."

   "Really?" Jennifer was astonished.  "We did this last week.  I didn't
feel guilty at all.  I liked it."

   "I didn't feel guilty," Rene protested.

   "You felt like you cheated on me," I said.

   "Even though you knew about it?" Jennifer asked.

   "She doesn't believe that I liked watching her come on your husband's
cock.  I don't know how to convince her that I did."

   "This is starting to sound a lot like a support group," Stan said.

   "Maybe it is," Jennifer said, "but we've got to do this." She turned to
Rene.  "Honey, is that how you feel?  Are you feeling guilty about getting
laid by Stan?"

   Rene shrugged.  "A little, maybe."

   "What does your husband say?" Jennifer pressed.

   "He says I should just have fun and enjoy it."

   "You think he doesn't mean that?"

   "He means it," Rene answered.

   "Then, what is it?  Why don't you?"

   "Because," Rene sighed, "everybody will think I'm a slut."

   "Oh, that's ridiculous," I said.

   "Women who just have sex for the fun of it are sluts," Rene snapped out.

   "Holy shit!" Stan said.

   "Shut up!" Jennifer shot at him.  Turning back to Rene, she asked, "Do
you think I'm a slut?"

   Rene didn't answer right away.  "I wouldn't say that," she said.

   "Well, I am," Jennifer admitted.  "I like sex.  I love sex.  I love it
with my husband and I love it with Allan.  So, if I like to fuck just for
the fun of it, by your definition, I'm a slut.  And, you know what?  I'm
okay with that."

   "I don't think you're a slut," I ventured.

   "Well, you're wrong.  I'm a slut.  The thing is there's all that
negative vibe around the word.  But, I don't care.  I know who I am, what I
am, and what I like, and I don't care who attaches what word to it."

   "It is just a word," I tried again.

   "Jeez!" Jennifer stormed.  "You don't strike me as an idiot straight
off," she snapped.  "Just shut up, would you?"

   "I don't know if I can be like you," Rene told her.

   "No reason you can't, hon," she said.  "Get naked, fuck my husband. 
Fuck yours.  Have fun with it.  Nobody in our trusty little band of fuckers
is going to think your evil, bad or anything other than a hot babe with a
healthy sex drive."

   "So, it doesn't matter if I think I'm a slut?" Rene said.

   "Hell, no!  Embrace it!  Love who you are and what you're doing.  It
feels so damned good.  Nobody's getting hurt and nobody hates you for what
you're doing," Jennifer said.  As if to prove her point, Jennifer stood up,
pulled off her top, baring her marvelous breasts to the company, then
unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, pushing them toward the floor.  "See?"
she said.  "Here I am in all my glory.  I am so ready to get laid." She
turned to me.  "You ain't naked yet?"

   I stood up and pulled off the top of my scrubs, then shucked the pants I
was wearing.  Jennifer looked at me with some disdain.

   "You're not even close to being hard," she said, stepping in front of
me. "Bet I can fix that." She gave my shoulders a sharp shove, pushing me
down into the chair where I had been sitting.  She knelt in front of me,
picked up my flaccid member, examined it, wrapped her cool fingers around
it and guided it to her lips while looking into my eyes.

   She sucked me into her mouth and I felt the beginnings of my erection
build like a tingling buzz throughout my genitals.  Jennifer pulled me out
of her mouth and looked back at Rene.

   "Aren't you naked yet, either?  Is this a family thing?  You need a
goddamned invitation?  Get naked, bitch, and fuck my husband!"

   Rene watched as Jennifer dove back onto my cock.  She turned and slowly
smiled at Stan.  "What would you like me to do?" she asked quietly.

   "Actually," he said, "I do have an idea.  Tell me what you think of
this. Would you mind kissing your husband while I fuck you from behind?"

   "Really?  That's your idea?"

   Stan nodded.  "I think it would be incredibly hot if you would love on
your husband at the same time as I'm fucking you."

   Rene smiled, then nodded slightly.  She tugged at the twisted scarf and
pulled it away from her body.  She stood in her heels, naked, then turned
away from Stan.  Rene leaned down and put her mouth on mine.  Her kiss was
hot, moist and passionate.  She slipped her lips off mine until they were
next to my ear.  "This is going to be so slutty," she whispered.  "Stan's
going to fuck me while I kiss on you.  You think that's hot?"

   "I do," I moaned.  Jennifer had turned my meat into a steel rod.  She
continued to bob her head and wrestle my flesh with her tongue.  It was,
however, the image of Rene presenting her exposed pussy to Stan's cock
while she kissed me that flooded my mind.

   Jennifer's tongue stabbed my balls at the same time Rene covered my lips
with her own.  I groaned into her mouth when Jennifer recaptured my cock
with her own mouth.  The two tongues working on me with differing
objectives drove me half nuts.

   Rene's hands clasped around my head as she continued her sucking,
licking, and nibbling at my mouth.  Her own moan into my mouth signaled
that Stan had accomplished penetration.  Rene intensity seemed to increase
now that Stan had impaled her with his cock.  I couldn't see anything, but
I could feel Rene move with each of his thrusts.  In the meantime, Jennifer
worked like a dervish on my own rod, her free hand cupping my balls and
gently caressing them.

   I had one hand resting on Jennifer's head.  The other was entangled in
Rene's red locks as she continued to work on my mouth.  Rene's moans were
increasing in frequency as Stan stimulated her privates with his rod.

   I heard Jennifer moan as well.  She released my cock and gruffly said,
"That is so fucking hot!  Fuck her, baby," she urged her husband.  "Fuck
that slut while I suck off her husband.  I want to feel his come in my
mouth at the same time she comes." Then she drove her mouth back onto my
rod.

   Stan's thrusting into my wife got faster and harder.  I could feel each
one as it translated through Rene's body.  She was breathing quickly
through her nose, moaning and whining as he drove into her.  The boiling in
my own balls signaled the approach of my own climax.  I wanted to warn
Jennifer, but couldn't speak with my mouth full of my wife's tongue.  I
raised my hips in attempt to let Jennifer know the explosion was coming. 
Her response was to increase her own tempo of plunging and sucking on my
cock.

   What came out of my mouth was a series of low grunts.  At the same time,
Rene let out a long moan, and a couple of short crying sounds.  The liquid
fire shot through my cock, and I unloaded all the frustration of two day's
denial into Jennifer's welcoming mouth.  Rene clasped my head tightly as a
large orgasm swept through her.  She pulled away from me so she could give
voice to her climax.

   Poor Stan and Jennifer were denied the gratification of an orgasm.  When
Rene pulled back from me, she looked into my eyes.  I looked back and
whispered, "I love you so much."

   Rene smiled at me and turned around to look at Stan.  "My turn," she
said.  She pushed him backwards and made him lie on the carpeted floor. 
She knelt over him and took his meat in her hands.  "I want you to come in
my mouth," she whispered huskily, "just like Jennifer took Allan."

   "Soon," Stan groaned as she slipped her lips over the head of his meat.

   "My pussy missed you," Jennifer murmured to me.

   "Bring her over here," I said, "and I'll show her how much I missed her,
too."

   Jennifer shook her head and crooked her finger at me.  I stood up and
followed her across the room.  She knelt by her husband's head.  "I'm going
to kiss you, baby," she whispered to her husband.  I don't know what
Allan's going to do, but I'm going to do the same thing Rene did to him
while he shot his load in my mouth."

   She grasped his head in her hands and began to kiss him.  Her lovely ass
was raised, just waiting for my attention.  I settled behind her, grabbed
the globes of her ass in my hands and buried my face in her pussy.  I heard
her moan as my tongue went to work teasing, probing and lashing at the hard
nub of her clit.

   Out of the corner of my eye I could see Rene working on Stan's manhood.
The level of her concentration was so great I don't even think she realized
how close Jennifer and I were to her and Stan.  She was completely absorbed
in the effort to make Stan shoot his load down her throat.

   Jennifer rocked herself back on my tongue while she continued to press
her attack on Stan's mouth.  Her moaning became nearly constant.  Finally
she lifted up and turned her head toward me.  "Fuck me, Allan, please.  I
want to feel your cock inside me while I French my husband."

   I grinned, knowing what that would feel like to Stan.  I knelt behind
Jennifer, taking my hardened meat in my hand and placing it in her sopping
gash.  She pushed back as soon as she felt it probe her opening and the
head of my cock popped into her.  That drew another groan from her.  I
eased out a bit and plunged back inside her.

   Rene had changed her tactics on Stan's member.  She held the head of his
meat between her lips and pumped her hand vigorously up and down its
length. I saw Stan raise his hips and knew he was very close to blowing his
goods.  I sped up my thrusts in his wife, hoping against hope to give her
at least a small orgasm while her husband pumped his man juice into my
wife's waiting mouth.

   Stan grunted loudly into his wife's mouth as his cock blasted come into
my wife's.  I was amazed to feel Jennifer's muscles clamp on my dick as she
climaxed.  She came up for air and groaned.  "Oh, fuck!" she moaned
plaintively.  "That feels so fucking good!"

   I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, plunging in and out of her
clenching pussy, driving myself toward my second orgasm of the evening.

   "I love how you fuck me," Jennifer moaned.  "Fill me up with your hot
come!"

   I did.  My thighs burned and my balls seemed to contract as the hot
streams pulsed out of me and into my neighbor's wife.  That thought brought
a chuckle to me.  I'd be with this beauty all weekend playing her husband
as she played the part of my wife."

   "Oh, fuck," Jennifer groaned, stretching out to lay flat on the carpet
and pulling her hot pussy off my softening meat.

   "Pretty good start to a weekend of fantasy sex," I said, my words
punctuated by the gasps of my exertion.

   I looked over at my wife.  Her green eyes were glistening and she
smiled. A tiny dribble of Stan's come marked the corner of her mouth. 
"Good?" I asked.

   She nodded, wiped the droplet from her face with a finger and sucked it
into her mouth.  "Good," she said.  "You?"

   "Oh, yeah," I nodded to her.

   "I need a beer," Stan groaned from his station on the floor.  "Anybody
else?"

   Everybody agreed.  Stan struggled to his feet and padded across the room
toward the kitchen.

   Jennifer looked at the clock.  "I've already had four orgasms and it's
only eight-thirty," she said, shaking her head.

   "Is that a bad thing?" Rene wanted to know.

   "No," Jennifer said.  "It's great.  How about you?"

   "I've had a couple," Rene grinned, "thanks to your husband."

   "I can't believe we're really doing this," Jennifer said.  "I've never
felt so completely sexual in my life.  My husband's been fucking me all
week like it was our honeymoon.  Tonight I've sucked yours off and been
fucked by him.  I'm sure we're not done, either, are we Allan?"

   I sat there grinning like an idiot.  "Probably not."

   "What would you normally do on a Friday night?" Rene asked her.

   "We'd eat, then probably watch a porno flick.  Then we'd take a bath,
get in the bed and screw like rabbits until we passed out.  What about
you?"

   "Same sort of thing," Rene answered.  "Have some supper.  Then Allan
would find us a story to read on the Internet.  We'd read it together and
then play around for a while."

   "You suck him off?" Jennifer asked.

   "Every now and then," I answered for her.

   "What made you decide to do Stan?" Jennifer wanted to know.

   Rene shrugged.  "Just embracing the inner slut, I guess."

   Jennifer laughed.  "It does make you feel like a slut, doesn't it?  I
mean, feeling that cock pulsing in your lips and the come squirting hot
into your mouth."

   Rene smiled.

   "Once you feel like a slut, you just want to fuck, don't you?"

   "Pretty much," Rene said.

   Stan reappeared with the four beers already opened.  "Here we go," he
said, passing them around.  "Anything else?"

   "Rene's inner slut wants to get fucked," Jennifer said.  "You need to
drink up, take her to bed, and fuck her `til she screams."

   Stan raised his bottle.  "I can do that," he said.

   "That give you any ideas, Allan?" Jennifer asked me.

   "Sure does," I said, raising my beer to salute Stan.  The bottles
clinked as he touched his to mine.

   "Give her hell, boy," he laughed.

   Rene looked at me with a wary glance.  "Just do what comes naturally," I
told her.  "And remember, we're doing this for fun.  Try to enjoy
yourself."

   Rene took a slug from her beer.  "I don't know about that," she said,
"but I sure am going to enjoy Stan."

   "That's my girl," Jennifer cheered.  "There are six rooms in this house,
and I plan to fuck Allan in every one, plus the hallway and right there on
the stairs."

   "Don't forget to eat," I told Stan, "to keep your stamina up.  Rene's a
hell of a cook."

   "Great cook and a terrific piece of ass," Stan commented.  "Who could
ask for more?"

   "You could, you raving ass," Jennifer sniped at him.  "Good cook, great
screw and some strange pussy to boot."

   Stan grinned at her.  "Try not to go blind screwing my pal," he joked.

   "Get the fuck out of my house," Jennifer shot at him.  "Oh, and take
that slut with you!"

   "Uh, actually," Rene said softly, "this is my house."

   "Oh," Jennifer said, after a moment's silence.  She turned to me.  "Are
you coming?"

   "Yes, dear," I said, grinning while I pulled on my shorts.

   "I hate I'm not going to be able to fuck you in each of the six rooms of
this house, plus the stairs and hallway," Jennifer spat as she pulled her
top over her head.

   "Next month," Rene said to the carpet."

   "What did she say" Jennifer asked me.

   I shrugged.  "Something about next month."

   "You can come stay here next month," Rene said to Jennifer.  "I'll go
stay at your place."

   "We're not even through this weekend," Jennifer said, shaking her head,
"and you're already making plans for next month?  How can you be sure
you'll want to?"

   Rene's voice was barely a whisper.  "Because," she said, "I am a slut."

   +++++

   "Tell me why," Jennifer ordered as we lay in her bed following an
energetic session of copulation.

   "There's a multitude of reasons," I replied.

   "We've got all night," she whispered, her hand resting lightly on my
chest.

   "The most selfish, I suppose, is that it turns me on.  I find it
incredibly stimulating to see and imagine my wife getting serviced by
another man.  With me she will always be somewhat restrained and guarded.
She won't really release her inner sexual nature for fear I won't respect
her.  She doesn't have to worry about that with someone else, so she can
let loose and allow her deepest desires to rise and be satisfied."

   "So you did it for her," Jennifer stated.

   "In part.  Mostly, though because it turns me on."

   "Have you considered the possibility that Stan may not respect her
either?"

   "But she doesn't have to live with Stan day in and day out.  So, even if
he finds her tendencies to be kinky or outside the realm of respectability,
it will be okay.  He's just her fuck-buddy."

   "So your primary purpose is to turn loose her inner slut?"

   "Something like that."

   "What else?"

   I turned my head to look at her.  "I've had fun with you."

   "You wanted to fuck me?"

   "Of course," I told her.

   "Why didn't you just say so?"

   "Because," I said slowly, "I didn't and don't want to have to sneak
around with you, or anybody else, for that matter.  I don't want to betray
her trust in me."

   "You know I would have fucked you at any time," she said.

   "That would be cheating.  I'm not a cheat, and I didn't want to turn you
into a cheater either."

   "Stan wouldn't care, you know."

   "But I would.  And, if Rene found out, which she inevitably would, she
would have been hurt."

   Jennifer was silent for a while.  "What else?"

   I sighed.  "Rene loves me.  I think she's been getting curious about
stepping out.  If she did that, though, she'd feel guilty and that would
lead to problems.  I just helped make it possible for her to have the
experience without the guilt."

   "That's very altruistic of you," she chuckled.

   "More pragmatic," I corrected her.  "I knew she and Stan were starting
to connect.  It was obvious that you were coming on to me, and that my
resistance was starting to ebb.  All we've done is allow things to progress
to their natural conclusion."

   "So nobody has to cheat, and nobody feels any guilt."

   "And everybody gets to enjoy the experience," I concluded.

   I could feel the warmth of Jennifer's breath on my ribs.  "One more
thing," she finally asked.  "It doesn't bother you that your wife is
fucking my husband in your bed?"

   A spontaneous chuckled escaped me.  "No, it doesn't.  I just hope she's
screaming and gasping in ecstasy."

   "And it doesn't matter that it's Stan doing that to her instead of you?"

   "No more than it matters to you that the feelings of lust Stan feels
with her makes him spurt his come inside her."

   "That's very perceptive," Jennifer said softly.  "How did you know?"

   "Because," I said, wrapping my arms around her, "when you come with me I
sense no reservation at all.  If you were really that possessive, we
wouldn't be here, like this, now."

   After several minutes of silence, Jennifer asked me softly, "Can I tell
you a secret?"

   "If you like," I replied.

   "All that teasing I did?"

   I hummed acknowledgment.

   "In the beginning it was about power."

   "Really?"

   "I wasn't really concerned about getting laid.  I just wanted to see if
I could get you aroused."

   "You did a good job with that."

   "But, after a while, I started to wonder what it would be like to feel
you inside me."

   "You tell Stan that?"

   "Eventually.  I'd get so turned on teasing you I'd damn near rape him.
He'd ask me what got me so hot.  I finally told him I could see your cock
pushing against your shorts and was wondering what it would be like."

   "How did he react?"

   "We would do role play.  He told me to imagine it was your cock when he
was fucking me."

   "How did that work out for you?" I asked her.

   She gently grasped my cock in her hand.  "I like the real thing better,"
she said.  "I hope we can keep doing this."

   "Like you've said, we've got all night."

   "No, I mean afterwards.  I want to keep fucking you."

   "I can't make any promises," I told her.  "It really depends on Rene. 
Of course, she's already mentioned something about next month."

   "Hmmmm," she murmured, leaning down to gently kiss the rubbery tip of my
member.  "Yeah," she said.  "I love this cock.  When I'd see it pushing
against your shorts, I dreamed of being able to pull it out, stroke it,
kiss it, and suck on it."

   "I'm glad you like it," I chuckled.

   "I don't just like it, Allan," she said.  "I told you, I love it."

   I felt her slip it between her lips.  The warmth and the motion of her
tongue on the flesh made me moan in satisfaction.  I grinned to myself in
the dark, imagining my wife riding Stans cock, wailing, screaming and
coming on him, her mind abandoned to the overwhelming sensations of his
rigid rod piercing her restraint.  My own maleness throbbed at the image.

   Jennifer hummed as she felt the pulsations enlarging my meat.  She
withdrew her lips and whispered, "Have you come in my mouth yet?"

   "Not tonight," I answered.

   "Would you mind?" she asked coyly.  "I'd really like to suck your come."

   "If that's what you'd like," I said.

   She didn't answer, simply swallowed my meat again and began to rapidly
stroke the little area at the base with her fingers.

   "Should I warn you?" I asked her.

   I could feel her head shake as she hummed a negative sound.  She popped
it out and said, "I love surprises.  Surprise me." Then, she dove back onto
my flesh to continue her activities.

   Jennifer continued to lick, suck and stroke my hardness with enthusiasm
and energy until I could stand it no longer.  I started to groan.  She
locked her lips just below the crown, tongued the sensitive spot just under
the head furiously and whipped her hand up and down the rod until my
burning thighs signaled the arrival of my orgasm.  She sucked earnestly as
my come shot down the searing length of my stalk and blasted into her
waiting mouth.  The sensation overwhelmed me and tears actually formed in
the corners of my eyes.

   +++++

   "Tell me something," Stan asked as Rene sat astride him.

   "What?" She had yet to recover her breath from the exertion of fucking
him in her bed.

   "Why this?" he asked.  "Why me, and why now?"

   Rene grinned down at him.  "You don't like fucking me?"

   He shook his head.  "Not the point."

   "I do this for Allan," she said.  "It happens to be his major kink.  He
likes for me to fuck."

   "So I just happened to be handy?"

   "You and Jennifer," she said, her breathing returning to normal.

   "I'm not sure I understand," Stan told her.

   "Allan gets super turned on when I'm fucking somebody.  He loves it, he
says.  He says the thought, picture in his mind and the sounds of me coming
on another cock, and having that other cock spurt come inside me just make
him crazy hot.  So, if he's going to get so fired up I guess it's only fair
that he have an outlet for his tension.  He always had the hots for
Jennifer." She shrugged on him.  "It just worked out that way."

   "What about you?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean, what do you like?  Is this okay with you?"

   "Oh, yeah," she said dismissively.  "Once I got over the initial
resistance, you know.  I didn't really want to screw anybody else at first.
After a while, though, I guess he convinced me."

   "He had to convince you?"

   "Maybe that's not the right word.  Just, one day, it sort of made sense.
I mean, we're not cheating, so there's no betrayal, right?  That's the
problem with an affair.  There isn't any change in the goodies, if you know
what I mean.  Aside from a load of come, I'm just the same as when we came
in here.  So are you.  Once we clean up, we're going to be just the same."

   Stan shook his head again.  "That's an amazing viewpoint," he observed.

   Rene groaned and lifted herself off Stan's softening cock.  "Same thing
with them," she said, grabbing a towel to stop the ooze dripping from her
freshly fucked quim.  "They'll get all hot and bother, hump each other
until they scream and squirt.  Tomorrow, you'll have her back exactly the
same as when you left her."

   "Except for being fucked by him," he noted.

   Rene laughed at him.  "You let me know if you find any evidence of that.
There might be a love bite or two, but nothing permanent."

   "So that makes it all right?" Stan asked.

   "What makes it all right is that we've agreed to do it," Rene explained.
"It really isn't any different than if we went on a run together.  We got
hot and sweaty, and are tired out afterwards, but there's no permanent
damage."

   "See, but we had sex," Stan argued.

   "So what?" Rene replied evenly.  "You liked it.  I liked it.  Allan and
Jennifer are over there liking it.  Its fun, gives us each a kick and
doesn't hurt anything.  Anything else is just in your mind.  You got to get
over it."

   "What if I get to liking it?"

   "You like ice cream?"

   "Sure."

   "But, you don't eat it for every meal, do you?"

   "No, of course not."

   "Well, this is the same," she reasoned.  "You have it when you can,
every now and then.  When you get it, you like it.  I don't see why you're
making such a big deal out of it."

   "Running and ice cream, huh?" he chuckled.

   "Yeah," Rene said.  "Something like that."

   She stepped into the bathroom and Stan heard the water running.  In a
few minutes she returned with a warm washcloth.

   "Thanks," he said.

   She took hold of his flaccid member and turned it up and to each side.
"I got most of it," she grinned at him.

   He smiled at her and handed her the cloth after rubbing down his
genitals.  She tossed it into the sink and lay down on the bed nest to him.

   "Jennifer like to have her pussy ate?" she asked him.

   "Loves it," Stan answered.

   "That's good.  Allan loves to eat pussy.  He's pretty good at it, too.
She'll like it."

   +++++

   If vocal torrents were any indication, Jennifer didn't just like it, she
loved it.  I had my face buried in her snatch, my tongue licking and
lapping at the dewy flesh in front of me.  I knelt at the foot of the bed
with Jennifer's legs over my shoulders.  Her hips bucked and twisted and
she wailed, screamed, and spat out various obscenities as I teased and
manipulated every part of her genitalia.

   "Oh, Fuck!" she cried out.  "Damn, Fuck!  Yes!!  Ooooo!  Keep sucking.
Fuck!  Oh, God!  What the hell?  Jeez!  Oh, damn!  Fuck it!  God, I love
that!"

   Her hand alternately tugged and rubbed my head while I tried desperately
to keep contact with her jerking her hips.  Something told me Jennifer
didn't get this kind of treatment often.  Shame, I thought.  She was tasty,
enthusiastic and very responsive.  By my count, she'd had three orgasms in
the short time I'd been tonguing her gash.

   "Oh, God!" she screamed.  "You're killing me!  Do it there!  Yessss!"
She mewed softly, bucked her hips up and began a low growl.  "You
son-of-a-bitch," she snarled.  "God!  Make me come again!" The volume
increased.  "Dammit!  Fuck, oh damn!  Put it in me!" I slipped my tongue
into her love canal as far as it would reach and raked my nose across the
hardest nub of a clit I'd ever encountered.  Jennifer hiked her hips up and
I could feel the tightening of her muscles around my tongue as she climaxed
again.

   "Awwwww.  Fuck!  Yeah, fuck!" she wailed.  "I'm coming again, you
bastard!  What are you doing to me?  Ohhhhhh!  Mmmmmmm!  Fuck!  Lick my
pussy, please!  Oh, shit!  Damn!  Fuck!"

   Her hips collapsed on the bed and I gently withdrew.  I looked down at
the dark-haired beauty, still gasping from her last orgasm.

   "Put your cock in me," she ordered.  "I want you inside me."

   I leaned over her, my toes seeking purchase on the carpet as I lined my
cock with her quivering flesh.  The head slid easily inside the outer ring
and I eased forward until I was fully enveloped in her twitching, moist
opening.  Her muscles spasmed on my swollen meat as I looked into her dark
eyes.

   She took my face in her hands and pulled my lips to hers, tasting the
remnants of her juices where they coated my face and tongue.  She groaned
as her lips ravaged across my face, her tongue licking and savoring the
moisture she'd deposited on me.

   "Oh, my God!" she moaned.  "Where did you learn to do that?"

   I grinned broadly.  "You excel at what you enjoy," I answered obliquely.
I'd learned in college, guided by a patient junior when I was only a
freshman.  She was, I remembered, a dark-headed vixen, just like my current
lover, and claimed she'd turned me into a world class cunnilinguist before
she'd allowed me a single fuck prior to disappearing from the university.
I'd flattered myself into believing she discovered she wouldn't be able to
keep me and couldn't stand the thought of living without me.

   My toes began sliding on the carpet.  "We're going to have to move," I
told Jennifer.  "I can't hold this position."

   Jennifer reluctantly pulled away from me toward the head of the bed. 
She put two pillows under her hips and beckoned me to come to her.  Her
delicious pussy was raised and I couldn't resist the temptation to kiss and
suckle it briefly as I crept up the bed to join her.

   "Oh, please," she begged, "no more.  I just want you inside me."

   I eased up to her and slid myself into her elevated pussy.  It was, I
grinned, like an offering on an altar, elevated and awaiting my
penetration. As I sank into her depths, Jennifer sighed.  "Oh, yes," she
murmured.  "Just there." I held my position inside her.

   "What now?" I whispered to her.

   "Just a moment, to feel you," she whispered back.  "Then, fuck me like
your whore.  Make me your whore."

   "You're not a whore, my darling," I whispered.  "A slut, maybe.  For a
whore, its business.  A slut loves it."

   "I do love it," she said dreamily.  "I love your cock inside me.  I love
how you make me feel.  Now I want you to take me.  Use me.  Just fuck me
until you come."

   I pulled myself back, planted my palms on her wrists, raised them over
her head and pinned them to the bed.  I pushed myself into her and glared
at her.

   "My slut wants me to fuck her," I growled softly.

   "Yes," she whispered meekly.  "Fuck me."

   "You keep your eyes open," I ordered.  "I want to see the lust in your
eyes while I fuck you."

   Her dark eyes locked on mine in the dim light of the room and I began to
slam myself into her with all the intensity and vigor I could muster. 
Jennifer didn't even whimper.  She lay there, allowing me to plow her
furrow with fervor.  Yet, with each stroke, I could feel her hips rise to
meet me.  She was by no means inert, but her eyes stayed locked on mine.  I
pounded into her and she answered with a reciprocal thrust.

   "You are my slut," I growled, feeling the rising heat in my balls.

   "I know," she whispered.

   "You teased me into fucking you," I accused her.

   "Yes," she acknowledged.  "I wanted you to fuck me."

   "I'm going to come inside you, my slut," I grimaced.  "Take my come!"

   "Give me your hot come," she said.  "Make me your slut!"

   I groaned as the boiling cream began to pulse from my cock.  I pushed as
deep inside her as possible and held myself there.  "Take it, slut!" I
grunted, keeping my eyes on hers.

   "I love your come," she whispered, her hips twitching and heaving as I
spurted my load into her depths.

   +++++ When I returned to my house Sunday night Rene was sitting in a
recliner, a tall orange something or other in glass on the table next to
her.  She was wrapped in a terrycloth robe and her red tresses looked damp.

   "Hey," I said.

   Rene looked up from the magazine she held in her lap.  "Hey, yourself."

   "You all right?"

   "Yeah," she said noncommittally.  "I'm good."

   I sat on the sofa across from her and waited, my forearms resting on my
knees, my left hand holding the loose fist of my right.

   "You see Stan?" she asked.

   "Yeah," I told her.  "He was coming in just as I was leaving."

   Rene nodded.

   I cleared my throat.  "Do we need to talk?"

   Rene went back to flipping through her pages.  "If you want to," she
said.

   I let a few seconds go by.  "Well, did you miss me?"

   She looked at me over the top of her magazine, her eyebrow cocked.  "You
serious?"

   "Not really," I chuckled.  "I guess you were pretty busy."

   "Mmmm," she hummed quietly.

   I just watched her for a minute or so, feeling more than a little
uncomfortable.  She sighed and lay the magazine down.  She took a sip from
her drink.

   "Okay," she said.  "It was good.  It was really good.  Stan's not you by
any stretch of the imagination.  But, having the variety was good.  With
him, it was all raw and primal.  It was a good change.  I love you and I
love us together.  It was very different from how you and I are together,
though." She paused.  "Anything else?"

   "Nope," I said.  "That pretty well covers it.  Any regrets?"

   Rene looked hard at me.  "No.  You?"

   "You know how there's those few minutes afterwards?  You have time to
kind of reflect and review?"

   She nodded.  "To analyze, right?  Like you always do?"

   "Yeah, sort of.  I didn't, though."

   "You didn't?"

   "I didn't analyze.  I didn't even really reflect.  Most times I thought
about you and what you were doing, if you were having fun, enjoying the
whole thing.  I'd visualize you with him and imagine I could hear you when
you climaxed, you know?"

   "You always liked that," she observed.

   "True."

   "So," she said, "Jennifer was a disappointment?"

   That made me laugh.  "No, no," I said.  "Not at all.  She was funny. 
Sometimes she'd want me to dominate her, and then the next time she'd want
to be in charge.  It was unpredictable and," I shrugged, "good."

   "You need to shower?" she asked.

   "No," I replied.  "I had one just before I left."

   "That's good," Rene said.  "I'm afraid Stan and I used up all the hot
water."

   "You showered together?"

   "Not tonight, no."

   "So, we all right?" I asked.

   "Unless you want to trade me in for her," Rene answered.

   "Jen is fun and exciting.  But, I love you.  I think we belong together
for the long term."

   Rene sat back in her chair and smiled slowly.  "But it is fun, in the
short term," she admitted.

   "I thought so," I shared with her.

   "You're not horny, are you?" she asked me after a few moments.

   "Truth?"

   "Always."

   "I'm pretty well used up."

   "Good.  Me, too.  But I'm really looking forward to sleeping close to
you tonight."

   "Yeah," I agreed.  "It's like coming home from a long vacation.  It was
fun, but I'm glad to be back."

   "I changed the sheets," she said.

   "Probably needed to," I chuckled.

   "There were a couple of spots," she admitted, smiling.

   "Gee, and you're always so neat."

   "Fuck you, buddy," she snapped.

   "Not tonight, dear," I kidded her.

   "Let's go to bed, anyway," Rene suggested.  "I can't wait to cuddle with
you."

   Both of us stood up and I placed my hand at the center of her back as
she led the way to the bedroom.

   "I'm glad you had a good time," I said as she pulled back the covers and
slid out of her robe.

   "You were right, baby," she said.  "I really did have fun.  I'm glad we
did this."

   "I'm glad you did, too," I agreed.

   "You think you'll be recovered in time for next month's session?"

   "I'm pretty sure I will," I answered, `unless you plan on screwing me
into the ground between now and then."

   "Give me a couple of days," Rene said.  "Then we can start practicing
for next time."