Hawaiian Heat
               (MF,M+F, swap, slut, size, rom)

---------------------------------------------------------------------

Sometimes a trial swapping session doesn't end up the way you would
expect.

This started out as a little swapping story, but it got away from me.
It isn't really about swapping at all, and it's not little compared
with most of my stories. Keywords "slut" and "rom" don't normally apply
to the same story, but I assure you they are both appropriate here. In
fact there is an unusually wide range of emotions involved.

---------------------------------------------------------------------

It was one of those high-rise beach side hotels built on a zigzag
foundation so that every room could have a private balcony. Barb and I
were standing on just such a balcony looking out toward the ocean. The
sun had set, but the sky was not completely dark, so we could make out
a few vague blobs in the water, people still enjoying the warm
tropical sea.

"Is this a great vacation, or what?" Barb asked.

"It is that, indeed," I grinned back at her.

"I can't think of anything that would make it more perfect."

"Well," I equivocated, "I wouldn't go that far. I can think of a
couple of things that would make it even more perfect, such as ..."

"Never mind," she giggled nervously. "But I'll tell you what we
*could* do. If you give me a back rub, I'll give you one."

"It's a deal," I agreed. "You sit down here, and I'll sit behind you."

There was no furniture on the balcony, just a bench built into the
curved outer edge inside the railing. That had struck me as a bit
awkward for a back rub, so I had indicated the floor. She looked a bit
hesitant, but then went inside and got a towel, spreading it on the
floor and sitting on it facing the ocean. She'd left room for me to
sit immediately behind her on the towel, so I did.

We'd been out on the beach earlier, and were still in our swim wear,
giving me lots of skin to work on, especially as she was wearing a
string bikini. I started on her shoulders and then worked my way down
her back, jumping over the bikini string (for now, I thought). Before
I got as far as her waist she was leaning back against me and showing
her contentment with a series of quiet moans.

I worked my way around to her belly, and then started up her chest. By
the time I got to the edge of her bikini top I had a major hard-on,
and she was squirming and panting. I took that as a sign I could
continue, and moved my hands up, cupping her breasts.

"Oh, Tom, you shouldn't!" she shuddered.

"I know, but you want me to anyway, don't you?"

"Yeesss," she whispered.

I massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples lightly through the
cloth, all to the tune of moans and heavy breathing, while she pressed
back against me and clutched my thighs convulsively. Finally I slid my
hands along the bikini strings to her back, and started to untie the
knot.

"No, Tom," she gasped, moving her body forward and away from me. "I
think we'd better trade places, now."

That wasn't what I wanted, but I always figure that what the lady
says, goes. So I somewhat reluctantly got to my feet. She used her
hands and feet to walk her butt back to the other end of the towel. As
I walked by her, my crotch was only inches away from her face, and she
couldn't help but notice the prominent tent in my trunks.

"Oh, my!" she said, with a tone of excited shock.

She had spread her legs, and I sat down close in front of her. She
immediately started working on my shoulders, but didn't spend much
time there, moving quickly down my spine. When she got down to my
waist she slid her hands up my sides to my arm pits, and then around
to my chest. As she worked on my chest she was also pressing her own
chest against my back. In fact she seemed to be moving around a lot,
so that she could massage her breasts against my body.

I could hear her breathing very hard in my ear as she moved her hands
down toward my belly. When she got there she didn't stop, and soon was
rubbing her hands back and forth along the top edge of my trunks. I
could feel her shivering, now, and wasn't really surprised when she
slid both hands down over the fabric of my trunks, out by my pelvic
bones. I knew where she wanted to go, and so did she. She slowly
brought her hands together on the front of my trunks, then let out a
long moan that was almost a wail when her fingers touched the huge
bulge in the center.

It wasn't long before she was stroking up and down my cloth-covered
cock with both hands. She was biting at my shoulder and humping
against my ass.

"Oh, Tom! Oh, Tom!" she panted, and then reached up and across my
chest to grab my left arm with her right hand. She stretched out her
right leg and pulled, bringing her body around my right side.

Her right leg went up over mine, and soon she was straddling me,
pounding her crotch against my rock-hard shaft. I bent down and took
one breast in my mouth, cloth and all. She was definitely wailing,
now, and didn't even pause when I reached behind her and untied the
knot. I flipped her bikini up and out of the way and started sucking
her tits.

"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss more," she pleaded.

I finally figured what she meant, and picked her up by the waist,
setting her up on the bench behind her. She grabbed a bikini bottom
string in each hand and yanked, untying them. Then she pulled her
knees up and as far to the side as she could stretch, and repeated her
plea.

"Kiss me!"

Her bottom had obediently dropped away, yielding a sight that I will
never forget. Her labia were engorged, but poking out between them I
could see her clitoris, which was bright red, and pulsing. I leaned
forward to take it into my mouth. At the first touch by my lips she
started screaming, and when I sucked on it she came, violently. Her
entire body was jerking and I suddenly smelled something strong, but
intoxicating. That was too much for me, and I started spurting inside
my trunks.

After I calmed down, I pulled back and looked up at her. Her head was
thrown back over the balcony railing, and she was still shuddering.

"Oh, my god! I have never, ever, felt anything like that!" she finally
groaned.

"Yeah, me too," I agreed, "but I'm going to have to go in and clean
myself up a bit."

"Oh, did you come too?" she asked, opening her eyes.

I stood up, and the answer was obvious.

"Don't take too long," she whispered as I turned to leave.

I wasn't sure what I could do to clean up. I didn't have any clothes
to change into, because Barb wasn't my wife and this wasn't my room.
My wife was off somewhere with Barb's husband, probably on the balcony
to our room. They may have been just talking, or who knows what.

It had started out as a relatively innocent game earlier in the day.
Jim and I had arranged this holiday together, knowing our wives would
love a trip to Hawaii. This was our first full day, and we'd spent
most of it on the beach. When we decided it was time for lunch, Jim
had a silly idea. He proposed that he could buy lunch for my wife,
Sandy, and I could buy lunch for Barb. We all thought 'why not', so
that's what we did. We got a booth, and I sat with Barb while Jim sat
with Sandy. It was all perfectly innocent, with no hanky panky on
either side of the booth, and after we ate we all went back to our own
partners.

Then in the middle of the afternoon we wandered into a street fair. I
declared it was time to play the switch game again, and I tried
breaking balloons with a dart, getting a small stuffed animal for
Barb. Jim did really well in the shooting gallery, and ended up with a
hula skirt for Sandy. Once again it was no big deal, with each of us
watching while the other couple was trying to get the prizes.

Finally, as the sun was setting we decided to go back to the hotel and
get dressed for dinner. We were waiting for the elevator to take us up
to our rooms, which were on the 11th and 12th floors, when Jim popped
the question again.

"Look, I don't want this to go too far, but I'd love to have the
chance to talk to Sandy for a few minutes. How about if we switch one
more time, just for ten minutes, before we get dressed? Sandy and I
could go talk on your balcony, and you guys could go talk on ours.
What do you think?"

We all looked at each other a bit shocked. This was definitely taking
it to another level. But I, for one, was really getting some warm
feelings about Barb, and knew I'd love to have a chance to spend a
little time together with her. I don't know what was going through the
girls' heads, but they finally shrugged and said 'why not'.

Which is how I ended up on Barb's balcony with no clothes to change
into. Besides, I realized, the ten minutes must have been up some time
ago, and Jim and Sandy were likely to show up at any time. I decided
all wet would be a lot better than one wet spot in a very
incriminating location, so I dashed into the bathroom and started
washing my trunks in the sink.

Indeed I did soon hear voices, so did my best to wring my suit out and
put it back on wet. Coming out, I went straight to Sandy without even
looking at Barb.

"Did you two have a nice talk?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, very nice." Did I detect a bit of a blush?

"I spilled something on my trunks, and decided I'd better wash them
out before it stained," I explained, hoping she wouldn't push me too
much on what "something" might be.

"Yes, sure, well, we'd better go get dressed," she responded a bit
distractedly.

We were both awfully quiet while we got dressed, thinking our own
thoughts. In fact after we came down and joined Jim and Barb, all four
of us seemed unusually subdued. We walked to a restuarant a couple of
blocks from the hotel and managed to get a booth without too long of
an awkward wait. Jim and Barb were ahead of us and took the right
side, with Barb slipping in first. I looked at Sandy, and raised my
eyebrow.

"South wing?" she mouthed, and I nodded. I always sit on her left when
we eat side by side, because I'm left handed, and otherwise my left
elbow keeps fighting with her right through the meal. She stepped back
and I slid into the booth first.

I swear, I hadn't planned it, and hadn't even realized until I was in,
but that put me across from Barb. Barb, whose tits and clit I had been
sucking less than an hour earlier. Now our knees were only inches
apart under the back of the booth, where no one could see them. Almost
immediately I felt her toes on my ankle, and knew with a thrill that
she had slipped off her sandal so she could play footsie with me.
Naturally I did the same, and started stroking her calf with my naked
toes.

Thank god for tropical weather and Hawaiian informality. We were both
wearing shorts and sandals. It wasn't long before we each had a foot
wiggling its way up between the other's thighs. I couldn't quite reach
her crotch, and she couldn't reach mine. I was very tempted to scrunch
down in my seat so I could push my toes further, but that would have
been too obvious. Finally we gave each other a long meaningful look
and moved forward in our seats, pressing our bellies against the
table.

Oh, my god, did that ever feel good. Oh yes, oh yes! Neither Barb nor
I had any awareness of what the others might have been talking about,
if anything. We were totally lost in our own passionate world.
Thinking back, I suspect that Jim and Sandy may have been pretty quiet
as well. For all I know they may have been playing a little footsie
themselves.

We all managed to get through the meal somehow, and went back out into
the night air. We were vaguely wandering in the direction of the
hotel, but then Jim stopped us. He reached out, took Sandy's hand, and
pulled her over to stand beside him.

"Guys," he said, "this is really hard for me to say, but I think we
should all be totally honest with each other. Sandy and I need to
apologize for something, and ask you two to forgive us."

He turned to look at Sandy, and they stared into each others' eyes for
a while. Then he turned back, looking at Barb and then me.

"This afternoon, when Sandy and I went up to her balcony to talk, ...
well, ... we didn't just talk. We ended up kissing each other. I just
thought you should know," he ended, a bit lamely.

Sandy nodded, "It's true, and Jim is right, we do owe you an apology.
Can you forgive us? We just sort of got carried away."

My brain was whirling. "I forgive you, and I think Barb will too,
because ..." I stopped to give her a long look. "Well, because we got
sort of carried away too."

It was Barb's turn to nod. "We weren't exactly kissing, but we were
being kind of ... well ... you know."

"You mean like, touching?" Jim asked.

Barb nodded.

Jim looked back at Sandy. "Yeah, I guess we were doing some touching,
too."

Sandy tore her gaze away from him and turned back to Barb and me. "I
let him touch me in some places I shouldn't have." Her face was
contorted in anguish. "How can you ever forgive me?"

"Sandy, my sweet," Barb tried to reassure her in a way that didn't
come out reassuring at all, "I said Tom and I weren't kissing, and we
weren't, not mouth to mouth, but he did kiss me in some other places
... so we may need more forgiveness than you two do."

After that we all stood there silent for a long time, looking from one
to another. Finally Jim spoke up.

"I think we have a choice to make now. We can pretend this afternoon
never happened, and that we never had this conversation. That might
work, though I think the rest of this week would be pretty awkward. Or
we could try exploring these new feelings a bit further and see where
that leads. It could lead to disaster, or it could lead to a great
deal of pleasure."

"Or maybe both," Sandy threw in. "This is really scary, you know. We
would definitely be putting our friendship on the line, and maybe our
marriages. But at the same time, ... as Jim said, ..."

"I think," I said slowly, "as tempting as it is, and god am I ever
tempted, we shouldn't rush into this. Let's take some time to think
about it and talk about it first."

Barb nodded, "I agree, and for starters I suggest we all go back to
our own rooms right now and spend some quality time as husbands and
wives."

"OK," Jim agreed, "but one quick thing first, right here and now. I
want to give Sandy another kiss, and Tom, you have my permission to do
the same with Barb."

I started to ask Sandy if I had her permission, too, but I was too
late. She already had her arms around Jim's neck and her lips firmly
planted on his. I looked at Barb, and she melted into my arms. Our
first real kiss. And not, I quickly decided, our last.

Jim had said 'one quick thing', and I'm not sure how long it lasted,
but it certainly wasn't quick. On the other hand, we were standing on
the sidewalk, out in public, so we all tried to control ourselves.
Eventually we did break apart. I took Sandy's hand, and Jim took
Barb's, and we walked in silence back to the hotel. We exchanged quick
good night wishes as they got off the elevator on eleven, and we
continued, still holding hands, up to twelve.

In fact we didn't say a word until after we had each showered and were
both in bed.

"Tom, please don't be angry, but I can't help thinking ... You said
you spilled something on your swim suit this afternoon. Was it perhaps
what I am thinking it might have been?"

"Me? Angry? Why would I be angry? Surely, if you were thinking of a
possibility like that, you would be furious."

"Normally, yes. But tonight, well ... I'll bet you didn't even notice
what I was wearing when I got down to Tom and Barb's room."

"Sure, you were still wearing your swim suit."

"No, not still. It was a different suit from what I'd worn all day.
See, the one I had on had a big wet spot down between my legs, and I
was afraid you and Barb would notice, and maybe smell it, too. So, you
see, I don't have any right to be furious with you. But in another
way, I am kinda jealous. I mean, when was the last time you came just
from making out with me? Does she really turn you on that much more
than I do?"

"Well, we were doing some pretty heavy petting. Don't get me wrong;
she wasn't pumping my cock, or sucking it, or anything. In fact she
never saw it, or touched it, at least not directly."

"I figured that," she snickered. "If she had seen or touched it, your
cum wouldn't have ended up inside your suit."

"I'm glad you can laugh about it, Sandy, and I guess what you've said
helps a little, even though I still don't feel good about what I did.
But now that you mention it, when was the last time you got sopping
wet just from me kissing you?"

"Well, we already admitted we weren't just kissing. He was touching
me, though not down there. I mean, not like inside my suit. I mean, at
least down there, not inside my suit."

"Ah, so now the truth comes out! So he was playing with your tits and
rubbing your pussy through your bikini panties, right?"

"Yes-s-s, he w-w-was." Her voice was very shaky as she remembered.

"Tom, honey, do we have to go through the details? I'm scared to death
to be telling you these things. You're going to think I'm some kind of
slut, but I'm not, really I'm not. I've been faithful to you ever
since we started going together. I haven't even thought about another
man that way, until today, with Jim."

My mind flashed back to what Barb and I had done, that I hadn't
admitted to Sandy. That I didn't intend to admit to Sandy. And as for
thinking about another woman since we were married, well, I'd done a
lot of that.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. No more details, OK? We need to be
honest about our feelings, but I don't think it's important to know
every little thing we did or didn't do. So let's talk feelings. You're
really, really, turned on by Jim, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am, but judging from your 'accident', I'd say you're really
turned on by Barb, too. True?"

"Give me your hand. Put it down here, and tell me what you think the
answer to that is."

"I think you want to make love to her. Now put your hand here and tell
me what you think."

"Oh, god, Sandy, you're so hot! I'll tell you what I think. I want to
make love to you. I want to cram my cock into this juicy slit. I want
to fuck you, and then fuck you again, and keep it up all night."

"Oh, Tom. Oh, Tom! That's the Tom I used to know. Do it, Tom! Do it!"

Well, OK, I didn't keep it up all night, but I did make her come a
whole bunch of times, and I came three times myself, counting what we
did when we woke up. We'd finished that "wake up" time and were just
spooning when she asked the big bad no-no question.

"Tom, when we were making love last night, and this morning, did you
think of Barb at all?"

I tried to duck the question. "God, honey, you were so hot, how could
I think of anyone else?"

"What if I told you that I thought about Jim?"

"You did? You mean I was fucking you, and you were pretending it was
Jim instead?"

"I didn't say that. I said 'what if'. I'm not admitting that I did
think of Jim. I'm just saying that if I did admit that, then would you
maybe admit that you thought about Barb?"

"I don't see how it matters, since if you aren't going to admit you
thought about Jim, even if you did, then I'm not going to admit I
thought about Barb, even if I did."

"I did think about Jim. Not all the time, but a little bit of the
time."

"OK, it's true, I did think about Barb a couple of times."

"You really, really, want to make it with her, don't you?"

"Yes, but I also really, really, love you."

"And I really, really, love you, but I'm aching, dying, to be with
Jim."

"So now we know how we want to answer Jim's question, don't we?"

She rolled over to face me. "Yes, darling, oh yes, we do!"

We were snuggling and kissing when the phone rang. Jim and Barb wanted
to know if we'd like to meet them downstairs in the coffee shop in
twenty minutes. Would we ever! We could hardly wait. We made it in
fifteen, and were already sipping our coffee when they arrived.

By wordless agreement Sandy and I had sat opposite each other in the
booth, with my left wing next to the wall. Barb quite naturally
slipped in next to me when they arrived, leaving Jim to sit next to
Sandy. Just having her close to me was enough to inspire my overworked
peter once again. I dropped my unneeded right hand below the table,
and started stroking her thigh. By a strange coincidence she found she
didn't need her left hand to eat or drink, and it came down to keep my
thigh company. For once my left-handedness was a bonus.

Jim looked back and forth between Sandy and me. "You two look like a
pair of the proverbial cats who have just swallowed a canary. Can I
assume you spent a pleasant night?"

Sandy and I grinned at each other. "Pleasant is hardly the word I'd
choose," I responded.

"How about wild, or passionate, or fantastic?" Sandy added.

"So I guess that answers the question I asked last night," Jim pressed
on.

"Yes, we do have an answer, but it may not be the one you think it
is."

"Well, don't keep us waiting," he leaned across the table
conspiratorially toward me.

I looked at Sandy, then at Barb, and finally back to Jim. "Our answer
is yes, if your answer is yes."

"Oh, yes, yes," Barb shuddered, clutching at my thigh.

"Just one thing," I added. "We were all worrying last night about the
possibility this kind of thing might mess up our marriages. I have a
suggestion. How about if we agree right now that we are going to spend
more time alone with our own spouses than we do switching."

We all looked at each other and nodded.

"I'd like to point out, though," Jim finally said, "That in the past
twenty four hours we've spent about ten hours alone with our spouses,
and less than half an hour alone the other way. So may I suggest that
as soon as we have fortified ourselves we let the women drag us back
to their dens?"

I swear, I have never had to wait so long to be served at a restaurant
... though that was probably just subjective. Finally the meal was
over, and we headed back to the elevators. I was holding Barb's hand
as we walked, and Jim was holding Sandy's. We looked like two
perfectly normal couples to anyone who might be observing us. If they
only knew how excitingly un-normal it really was.

As soon as the elevator doors closed I took Barb's other hand in mine
and we stared hungrily into each other's eyes. Then we melted into
each other's arms and started kissing passionately.

At the ding, Barb pulled away from me and whispered, "This is our
stop."

As we left the elevator, each with an arm around the other's waist, we
glanced over at our spouses, but they were kissing passionately so we
didn't say anything. Barb got the door unlocked with her card, and
then we were finally inside, alone!

Things happened awfully fast at that point, and it's all very fuzzy in
my head, but only moments later we had each stripped off our clothes
and were on the bed. I was on top and was pounding violently into her.
I know it couldn't have been long before she started screaming, and
that was all the trigger I needed. I was suddenly pumping jet after
jet of cum into her while her pussy muscles kept convulsing.

When I finally began to realize that there were things in the world
other than my cock and her cunt I discovered that we were lying
crosswise at the foot of one of the two double beds. Her head was
hanging off one side of the bed and my feet off the other. And then
what I had just done began to sink in. There had been no foreplay, no
tenderness, just hard pounding sex. My god, I had basically just raped
her.

Ashamed, I pulled my still hard rod out of her and moved away, pulling
her shoulders and head up onto the bed. "Oh, my god, Barb! I can't
believe I just did that. That was terrible; the most beastly thing I
have ever done in my life. And I wanted so much for this to be a
lovely time together for both of us. Now I've ruined it, and I won't
blame you if you never let me touch you again."

"Shut up, silly, you're talking nonsense. It wasn't terrible at all,
it was fantastic. I don't know about you, but the tension has been
building up in me ever since our hot time together here yesterday,
just building and building, and I needed it as hard and fast as you
could give it to me. Didn't you hear me coming; didn't you feel me
coming? God, Tom, you weren't alone in what we just did, you know. And
as for never letting you touch me again ... I want to feel you
touching me everywhere, and I mean NOW!"

There was plenty of her to touch, because she was completely naked,
and I wasted no time getting started on her request. My hands stroked
her cheeks, and I drew a knuckle over her mouth, then leaned closer
and kissed it while my hands roamed down her neck to her shoulders.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face hard against
hers as she ravished my lips with hers. I moved my hands down to her
chest, but told myself to take it slowly, so I let them slip around
her rib cage to the side. She moaned, and kept kissing me.

I slid my hands down her sides to her waist, then slowly let my thumbs
move inward until they met over her belly button. As I stroked her
skin there I could feel it quivering. I started moving my thumbs up
her sternum, with my fingers following over her ribs. I could hear her
breathing speeding up now, snorting through her nose as her mouth
remained locked against mine. When my hands reached the soft flesh of
her breasts the moan resumed, and began rising in pitch as I stroked
and gently squeezed. I slid my fingers up her breasts to the nipples,
and circled each with a fingertip. Her tongue was thrusting into my
mouth now, and I pinched her nipples lightly. That brought a yelp from
her, and I was afraid I had hurt her, but she only tore her mouth away
from mine, grasped my head firmly in both hands and pushed it down
toward her chest.

"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me," she chanted over and over.

I knew that chant; we'd been there before; and even though it hadn't
been long since I had attacked her so violently I was ever so ready to
take her again. But once again I tried to cool my ardor. 'We have all
morning,' I told myself, 'make it last, and make it good for her.'

So I took my time, kissing her nipples, and when her urgings became
more demanding I slid my hand down her belly to her frantically
thrusting mound. She was now shrieking hoarsely and continuously, and
when I dipped my hand between her lips and touched her clit she
climaxed, her entire body jerking like a puppet on a string.

"More, more, *more*!" she demanded when she was able to speak again.

It appeared to be time to start kissing my way down to her belly, and
beyond. She was totally out of control, knees drawn up and spread as
wide as she could spread them, feet planted far apart on the bed,
pussy humping up and down, and her entire body writhing. The moment my
lips touched her nether lips she started coming, but her climax kept
building as I wormed my tongue between those lips and then nibbled on
her clit. When it didn't seem possible for her to go any higher I
sucked her clit into my mouth and began licking it with my tongue. She
did go higher, pounding my back with her heels and clawing at my scalp
with her fingernails. I finally relented and backed off, letting her
slowly come down.

"Oh, my god, Tom! Oh, my god! And I thought yesterday was the best I
would ever feel. That was nothing compared with this! But, Tom, oh,
Tom, I need you in me! I need it so bad! *Please*, Tom, let me have
it! Let me have it all!   ALL!!   ALL!!"

My need was as great as hers now, and I eagerly climbed up over her
body to position my jerking rod at the mouth of her pulsing cunt. It
sank in so very easily, her fuck shaft distended widely to receive me.
But the instant I was totally in and pressing down on her clit her
body clamped down on my entire shaft, and then the ripples started. I
wasn't even moving, yet I could feel her cunt muscles stroking me --
up from the base of my cock to the head, then back down again to the
base, then starting back up again -- oh god, oh god, this isn't
possible -- no, this is incredible -- she's ... she's ... ALL THE WAY
DOWN AGAIN, and OHHHHH! ... OHHHHH! ... OHHHHH! ... OHHHHH! ...
OHHHHH! ... OHHHHH! ... OHHHHH! ... OHHHHH!

I swear, I thought I would never stop cumming. I couldn't see, I
couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, I couldn't do anything but jerk,
jerk, jerk, jerk, ...

Finally, after an eternity it stopped. And an eternity after that I
could start gulping in air. And at long last I could open my eyes. Her
face was only vaguely visible at first through a fog which gradually
cleared enough to see her eyes, and then her smiling mouth. My mouth
descended to kiss hers, a kiss of love, not passion, a kiss of
gratitude, thanking her for the greatest gift I had ever been given.

After what seemed like hours of bliss her lips became more passionate
and her pelvis started moving gently up and down against mine. To my
amazement I realized that I was still planted deep in that passion
hole whose recent actions were burned in my being more vividly than
anything ever before in my life. Not only was I still there, but I was
still tolerably stiff. Oh, my darling, if you want more I'll find some
way to give it to you. I'd give you anything in the world after what
you have given me.

I started moving up and down, and she started grunting in time with my
actions. Soon I was pounding into her, and her legs had a death grip
around my waist. It took a while, but I made her come twice more that
morning, even though I didn't quite get there again myself. But that
was OK with me. At that point nothing could have come close to what I
had already experienced, and my need had been totally satisfied.

At noon we joined our spouses in the restaurant downstairs as we had
agreed we would. I was afraid it would be awkward, but it wasn't,
really. They were already there when we arrived, and were sitting very
close together on the left side of the booth. We slid in on the right
side and sat equally close. I could tell that we were each looking a
bit anxiously at the two people across the table; me at Jim directly
across, and at Sandy over by the window. They both had idiotic smiles
on their faces; smiles matched, I am sure, by the ones Barb and I were
wearing.

I caught Sandy's eye, and mouthed the question, "Are you OK?"

Her smile widened, and she nodded yes while clutching Jim's arm to
pull him closer to her. In fact the only cloud I saw cross her face
was when I suggested we all do something together for the afternoon.

After lunch she pulled me aside and asked me if I was having a problem
with this. I laughed and told her, "No way."

We nominally spent the afternoon together, mostly on the beach. But
the truth is that strangers observing us would have been sure that
Barb and I were a couple, as were Jim and Sandy, not the other way
around. When I finally realized this was happening I tried to bring
things back into balance a bit, looking for chances to grab Sandy's
arm or hand, or to give her a quick kiss. When we were being seated
for dinner I made sure that Sandy and I were in front of Jim and Barb.
I guided her into the right side of the booth and slipped in right
behind her.

After we had eaten our salads and were waiting for the main course Jim
piped up, "You know what I think? I think that after dinner we should
all go back to the hotel and spend some quality time," punctuated with
an evil grin, "with our new lovers."

Sandy responded immediately, "Oh, yes! I do too."

I looked over at Barb and raised my eyebrow as if to say, 'This is a
bit of a surprise, but what do you think?' She shrugged and pursed her
mouth in reply.

"I guess that's OK with us," I said, "but let's not make it too late.
Remember we agreed we would spend more time with our permanent lovers
than with our temporary ones. So how about if Jim and I agree to meet
in the bar for a drink at ten o'clock?"

This time it was Barb who popped up immediately, "I agree. I think I'm
going to need a good night's sleep tonight."

"What's this," Jim laughed, "too much exercise this morning for you?"

Barb flushed, but kept her mouth shut.

After dinner Jim and Sandy left the restaurant arm in arm, with Barb
and me right behind them. I tried not to notice the way his hand was
playing with her ass as they walked, or the way she was swiveling her
hips against him. Once again the four of us had the elevator to
ourselves, and they were kissing passionately by the time Barb and I
got off at the 11th floor, so we didn't bother them.

I was really looking forward to this time alone with Barb. I knew it
wouldn't start as explosively as our session this morning, but maybe,
just maybe, it would climb to something like the second, unforgettably
incredible, climax I had then. My hopes sank a bit, though, as soon as
we were in the room with the door closed.

Barb put her arms around me, more tenderly than passionately, and
whispered in my ear, "Tom, you're probably hoping for something
tonight like we had this morning. I don't want to disappoint you, and
if you want to make love to me, you can, as many times as you want.
But I'm feeling a lot more mellow than passionate right now."

"That's OK," I said, recovering quickly, "you'll be glad to hear I
wasn't planning on doing anything nearly as violent tonight as I did
this morning."

"I don't think you believe me yet, but, really and truly, Tom, I loved
what you did this morning, every bit of it. It was what I wanted
desperately, and I'll never forget it."

She wiggled her body against mine as she added, "You were the perfect
lover, and fulfilled my every fantasy."

Another pause, and then she said, almost shyly, "I also hope we can
repeat a lot of it very soon. But tonight, ... well, this morning was
so overwhelming for me that I think I need to sleep on it tonight and
make it totally part of my being before adding too much more to it. I
suppose you think I'm not making any sense at all."

I kissed her lightly. "You're making a great deal of sense, Barb.
Coming up here in the elevator I was looking forward to a really
passionate time with you, but to tell the truth, I was quite surprised
when Jim suggested it during dinner. I guess maybe I was also hoping
for a chance to internalize our incredible experience this morning.

"Barb," I went on, "I don't remember everything I said, or didn't say,
to you this morning, but I want you to know that I have never, ever,
had a sexual experience as fantastic as we had this morning. Not with
Sandy, not with anybody. I will never forget it, and I will always
feel that you have given me the most wonderful gift I have ever
gotten.

"Because of that, you are very, very, precious to me at this moment,
and I could not ask, I wouldn't be capable of asking, you to do
anything you didn't want to do."

My god, I thought, I sound like I'm falling in love with this woman.
That was not part of the plan, and it would make a real mess of
things.

It didn't help that Barb started crying. "Oh, Tom, Tom, you're so
wonderful. I can't imagine Jim ever being half as sensitive as you
are."

At that point I led her, cheeks still wet with tears, over to the bed,
and we lay down side by side, fully dressed. I kissed her tears away
and then kept on kissing, and soon our mouths were exploring each
other in a long intense kiss. Intense, but not exactly passionate. I
don't know how to explain the difference, but we both knew it was
there.

Some time over the next hour, or half hour, our embraces did become
more passionate, and finally she whispered, "Tom, dearest, I want you
to make love to me. I can feel how hard you are, and I want so much to
make you feel good. So do it, my dearest, do it. No, don't try to get
me any hotter. I'm hot enough to take you, and I want to pleasure you.
Just tell me how you'd like to do it, and we'll do it that way."

"OK, darling, I'd like for us both to be naked. I'd like to see your
luscious body again."

"Of course, honey, how about like this?" and she got up and started a
very seductive strip tease standing by the bed.

When she got down to her bra and panties she started working on me.
Boy! And she thought I had a hard-on before she started! By the time
she finished stripping me I was lying on my back and my cock was
jerking up and down.

"Would you like to finish my clothes now?" she asked in a sultry
voice.

Would I ever! I know she just said she didn't want me to try to get
her hotter, but can't a fellow just worship a lover's skin as he
exposes it? I worshipped hers with my mouth; her smooth globes, her
crinkled areolae, her stiff nipples. Then her cute belly button, her
triangle of silky hair, her nether lips, and ahh, hiding between them,
that little protrusion that fascinates men and inflames women.

"Isn't it time for the main event?" she asked in a slightly shaky
voice. "Tell me how you want it."

"I'd like to have you on top of me, so I can ogle you and thus further
inflame my passion," I responded in an attempt at deadpan humor.

She giggled and immediately complied. At first she slid her pussy up
and down the length of my dick, pressing it against my belly. But
after she had done that for a couple of minutes she lifted up and used
her hand to position me at the entrance to her love canal. Then she
slowly sank down on me. It was tight, much tighter than this morning,
but god did it feel good!

"And now you want me to move up and down, right?"

"Well, actually, even better would be if you could stay right like you
are now but do what you did to me this morning."

"But I wasn't on top of you this morning," she said, obviously
puzzled. "What part of fantastic are you referring to?"

"The really, really big one. Not the first violent time, but the one
after that when I entered you and you made me come without me even
moving."

"Oh, I agree, that was the best. But I don't know what I did to make
you come. I just remember you filling me up, and it felt so perfect,
and I was soaring up, up, so high I could hardly breathe, and then
suddenly you started coming, and it was like the whole world exploded.
Tom, I will never forget that moment, never!"

"And you don't know what you did? Oh, god, Barb, you did something
that no woman has ever done to me, something I have never heard of any
woman ever doing to any man. I ... I'm not sure I can describe it. And
even if I could, there is no way I could describe the way it felt."

"Now I'm dying of curiosity. You've got to tell me. If you don't," she
teased, "I'll get off of you and just lie here and watch while you
take care of this hard thing I feel inside me all by yourself."

Actually I was beginning to doubt how long that hard thing was going
to stay hard, the way this conversation was going. And a clinical
description of the way her vagina had contracted wasn't going to help
the situation. But I really hated the image of her lying there and
watching me try to get off. So I sighed deeply and tried to explain.

"OK, you win. I was able to slip into you so easily, but then once I
was all the way in, you clamped down on me. That was fantastic in
itself, but that wasn't the half of it. It was like most of your ...
um, vagina relaxed a bit except for one ring of muscles right at the
base of my ... penis. And then the ring of tension started moving up
the length of my penis, like, I don't know, sort of like rolling a
tight rubber band, only ever so much smoother, and unbelievably
exciting. And then when it got up to the head of my penis it started
moving back down again."

I was getting excited all over again just remembering the feeling, and
my cock was jumping inside Barb's cunt. I started talking faster and
pumping up against her as I went on.

"And then when it got back down to the base it started up once again.
Oh, god, Barb, oh god! That was so exciting I couldn't control myself,
and when it started back down the second time I ... OHHH! OHHH! OHHH!"

When I finally caught my breath and felt like I could open my eyes I
looked up at her. She was sitting there serenely smiling down at me.
As soon as she saw my eyes open she bent down and kissed me tenderly.

"Oh, damn! I did it again. I got all wrapped up in what I was feeling
and I completely forgot about your feelings. You weren't into it at
all this time, were you? You must hate me."

"God, no, I don't hate you. I just feel all warm and happy inside.
This is what I wanted tonight; not to get all heated up myself, but to
make it good for you. And, Tom, guess what? You've given me a lot more
than I expected. The way you told me about this morning it came out
as, like a truly great compliment. I guess I haven't been sure whether
I could really please a man. Now I know how much I was able to please
you, and please you in a very special way. I'm so glad you told me.
And the way you came at the end, well, that just proved that you
weren't making any of it up, and that it really was a fantastic
experience for you. So yes, I'm all warm and happy, and I want to be
close to you, and I want to do anything I can to make you feel
wonderful."

All we really did was hold each other close and talk, and talk, and
before we knew it, it was ten o'clock. One more long loving kiss and I
got up to get dressed. Then I bent down to give her a final kiss and
walked out the door. Oddly, after all our talking, we hadn't said a
word during this ritual. As I walked down the hall to the elevator I
felt really great, really ... satisfied.

I looked around the bar, and Jim wasn't there, so I slipped onto a
stool and ordered a drink. I was happy in my own thoughts, just
reliving my time with Barb. The drink was nearly gone by the time Jim
came in.

He walked up behind me, slapped me on the back, and said, "Hey, man,
let's get a table so we can talk."

Our moods were totally different. Where I was relaxed and calm, he was
bubbly and talkative.

"Man, what a day this has been! I can't believe how hot Sandy is! She
wanted to fuck and fuck and keep on fucking. She got me hornier than I
have ever been in my life, and I don't know how many times I came, but
she always wanted just one more."

'Hey,' I thought, 'slow down. This is my wife you're talking about.'
But I didn't say anything. Maybe he was just trying to get my goat,
and if so I wasn't about to take the bait. Besides, I knew Sandy, and
I knew that while she enjoyed sex she wasn't really that hot. Jim had
to be making most of it up.

"I feel kind of sorry for you, having to spend so much time with Barb.
I know she's a kind of a cold fish. Hell, 'kind of', nothing! There's
simply no comparison between her and Sandy. But I can't feel too sorry
for you because you have to admit you're the one that made it happen
this morning. So tell me, how many times did you and Barb fuck,
anyway?"

"That," I said a bit stiffly, "is something that only she and I will
ever know."

"That bad, huh? Let me guess. Maybe once this morning, and once
tonight. You have got to be the ultimate limp dick. Sandy told me you
are never able to satisfy her."

He was getting to me, despite my best efforts to stay calm. "You know
what? I don't have to take this shit from you. I'm going upstairs and
spend the night with my wife."

And that's exactly what I did, or at least the 'going upstairs' part.
The rest of it is a matter for interpretation.

I let myself in with my key card and saw that the room was dark as
soon as I opened the door. Maybe she was already asleep. I closed the
door very quietly and tiptoed down the entry way to the main part of
the room. Yes, there she was in bed, but I quickly discovered she
wasn't asleep.

"There you are, you god damn hardass! Why the fuck did you have to go
mess up my evening?"

Whoa! Is this really my normally quiet Sandy? She never uses language
like that.

"What do you mean, hon? Was this a big mistake? Did Jim mistreat you?
I'll kill him if he did."

"No, you stupid prick! I mean your Pollyanna comment at dinner." Her
voice was high and whiny as she mocked what I has said. "'We agreed to
spend more time with our permanent lovers than our temporary ones.'
And then you insisted that we break it up at ten o'clock!"

"But surely, honey, you don't want this to get out of hand. Don't you
think we need to spend some time together?"

"What I WANT ... is to spend the night with Jim. What I NEED ... is to
have him keep fucking me. I don't want your little weenie in me; I
want his big dong; and I want it again and again, just the way he gave
it to me all morning, and we were doing tonight, and would still be
doing right now if it wasn't for you."

My jaw must have been halfway to the floor, and my head was swimming.
It was beginning to sink in that maybe Jim hadn't been exaggerating.
This was a side of Sandy that I had never even dreamed existed.

"OK, hon, I'm sorry if it didn't work out the way you wanted. But
right now I am here, and Jim is down with Barb, so we'll just have to
make the best of it. Can I at least crawl in with you and snuggle?"

"Fuck, no! If you so much as try to touch me tonight, I'll slap you
silly. I'll slap you so hard and so long that you'll have welts all
over your face and any part of your body I can get to. And then I'll
kick you in the balls, or knee you in the balls, or punch you in the
balls, and keep doing it until you leave me alone. Got it? We've got
two beds in this room, and you're not going to come close to this
one."

"OK, OK, I just hope you're in a better mood in the morning."

"Fat chance. I'll be in a better mood when I can be with Jim again."

That was the last thing we said that night, and when I woke up in the
morning she was already up and gone. I showered quickly and went down
to the coffee shop. I found all three of them sitting around a table,
Jim with a girl on each side of him. The girls were giving each other
looks across the table, and their looks didn't seem too friendly. I
tried to come up with a hearty 'good morning, all' as I sat down
opposite Jim. Barb looked at me with a clearly visible sense of
relief.

All three of them had already been served, and their food was half
gone. I had only just sat down when Sandy leaned over close to Jim and
whispered loudly, "Let's go, Jim, I can't wait any longer!"

They both got up hurriedly, and I stuttered, "We, we, we'll see you at
noon, OK?"

"Maybe," Sandy tossed over her shoulder as they nearly ran for the
elevator.

Talk about awkward. Barb and I just sat there for a while with our
mouths open. Finally I looked over at Sandy's half-eaten waffle and
decided eating would be better than doing nothing, so I pulled it over
to me. I didn't have much of an appetite, though.

Finally Barb broke the silence, "How did your night go?"

"Very badly," I admitted without looking up at her. "How was yours?"

"Really awful. Jim was saying all sorts of spiteful things, and
threatening to divorce me."

I did look up at that, and when I looked closely at her I saw her eyes
were puffy. "Oh, Barb, you've been crying, haven't you?"

She nodded. "I think we've made a terrible mistake."

"Yeah, I realized that last night, too. And now I wonder if it's too
late to make things right again. Sandy seems to be totally obsessed
with Jim. Is he really the world's greatest lover, or something?"

"No, he's really not all that good in bed. I told you," and here she
cracked a bit of a lascivious but embarrassed smile, "no one has ever
made me come the way you do. But he does have a sort of hypnotic way
with women. I'm living proof of that. He convinced me to marry him,
and I'm still resisting the idea of leaving him, even though he hasn't
been all that good to me."

I suddenly felt a terrible weight in the pit of my stomach. "Oh, no,
Barb! He doesn't beat you, does he?" What if he did that to my Sandy!

She shook her head. "No, don't worry about that. He can be kind of
rough during sex, but he has never abused me physically, or anybody
else so far as I know. No, it's just the things he says, and the way
he says them."

What a relief! But he had made this beautiful, sexy, wonderful woman
next to me cry, and I was feeling very protective of her. Indeed the
warm feelings I was having for her were crowding out the shock of my
wife's behavior last night and this morning. I felt the need to hold
Barb, and cuddle her, and we couldn't do that here in the coffee shop.

"Barb, look, I know this isn't the right time for sex, for us, and the
last thing I want to do is make you feel uncomfortable. But I feel
this tremendous urge to hold you close. Can we go someplace a bit more
private?"

"Yes, Tom, I'd like that very, very, much. I agree about the sex, but
I trust you more than I've ever trusted any man. Let's go up to my
room."

"This is uncanny, Barb. It's like we are completely in synch."

Well maybe it wasn't all that uncanny. We'd both been through the same
kinds of torture last night and this morning. But uncanny or not, we
made our way hand in hand to the elevator, hugged all the way up to
11, then hugged fiercely in the entryway once we were inside the door.

We didn't talk, we didn't even kiss for a long time. We just clung to
each other. Finally, after a very long time, I pulled back enough to
be able to kiss her cheek.

"Would it be all right if we went over to the bed?"

She just nodded, and we made our way there, arms tightly around each
other. At first we sat on the side of the bed and pulled our bodies
together again, but that was a bit uncomfortable, and -- still in
synch -- we both decided at the same moment to lie back on the bed.
That left our legs hanging off the side of the bed, and we soon
scooted around so we could stretch them out properly toward the foot.

Again we clung together wordlessly for some indefinitely long time. I
finally started moving my hands up and down her back, and I could tell
that her muscles were taut.

"You need to relax, Barb. How about a back rub?"

"We tried that once, remember? It didn't relax me."

"How could I forget. But this time I really was thinking of just a
back rub. Your muscles up here are all tensed up."

"OK."

Again no words were needed to coordinate our bodies. I moved away from
her and she rolled onto her stomach. I straddled her thighs and began
stroking gently up and down the soft sweater she was wearing as a top.
After a bit I began kneading the tight muscles, and she moaned her
pleasure. At first her arms had been doubled up with her fists balled
at her shoulders. Soon her hands opened, and her breathing slowed. As
I worked the knots out her breathing became deeper and she spread her
arms out on each side of her. She was no longer moaning, just
breathing deeply, and I wondered if she was falling asleep. I eased my
massage back to the light stroking I had started with, and she
continued to breathe deeply.

"Enough?" I whispered.

She didn't react at all, and I decided she must be asleep. I gently
rolled off of her and there was still no reaction. I moved the arm on
my side back against her body and lay on my side, snuggling against
her.

Some time later I heard her whisper, "Tom? How long have we been
sleeping?"

She was right, I was asleep. I struggled back to consciousness enough
to be able to open my eyes, and saw her eyes staring into mine. God,
but she was beautiful. How I ached to be able to wake up to something
like this every morning. Not, I realized as the memories flooded in,
the vitriol that has been spewing from Sandy.

What was it she was asking? Oh, yeah, how long. I propped myself up on
an elbow and looked around. There it was, behind her.

"I think it's ... oh, no, Barb, it's already after twelve o'clock. We
should be downstairs."

We both struggled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Oh, well,
what the hell. There was room for both of us, and it wasn't like we
hadn't seen each other's bodies before. She headed for the toilet
while I tried to untangle my hair with my pocket comb. Then she
brushed her teeth while I relieved myself. Of course I didn't have a
tooth brush there, but I swished water around in my mouth while she
touched up her hair. When I finished I slid around behind her and
noticed a few hairs on her sweater, so I brushed them off. She turned
and smiled brightly at me then reached out and straightened my collar.
That put us in the perfect position for me to grab her waist and pull
her to me. The kiss that followed was by far the hottest we had shared
that day.

"Mmmm, I want some more of that," I growled as we finally pulled
apart.

"Later, lover, that and a lot more, I promise. But right now we have
to get downstairs."

I'm not sure why we hurried so much. It was 12:15 when we got to the
restaurant, but they were nowhere in sight. We walked around through
the tables to be sure they hadn't already seated themselves, but they
were definitely not there. After waiting for another fifteen minutes I
told Barb I was going to go find a house phone and call them.

I called the room I had expected to share with Sandy this week, but
the phone rang and rang. I was about to hang up when I heard someone
pick it up. Well, actually, what I heard was a click and a thud, but
no one said hello.

I waited a bit, then tried, "Hello, are you there, Sandy?"

Still no response, but wait, I hear something. It sounds like a guy
making a rhythmic grunting sound.

And then Sandy's voice, "Yes, yes, harder, HARDER. Oh, yes, I'm almost
... almost, OHHHH, I'M CUMMING!!!"

I hung up the phone and jerked my hand away from the receiver as if it
were burning me. I looked murderously at it for a moment and then
realized the phone was not to blame, so I shook my head and went back
to Barb.

"Are they coming?" she asked when I got back to her.

I gulped. Boy, were they ever, but not the way she meant. So I shook
my head.

"They appeared to be ... um ... quite involved in something."

"Oh, oh, I'll bet they give you an earful."

"Uh, yeah, but not exactly. Actually, they didn't say anything to me."

I went on to explain what had happened, though without giving a
verbatim report of what I heard. I didn't want to embarrass her, and
besides we were in a public place. Since it seemed their activity
might be, shall we say, reaching a climax, we decided to give them
another fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes later there was still no sign of Jim and Sandy, so I
got up my courage to try another call. This time I just got a busy
signal. When I reported that to Barb she nodded sagely.

"I'll bet they just forgot the phone was off the hook. Let's go for a
walk and try again in a quarter hour."

The next time I tried the phone just rang and rang, and no one
answered. It was now one o'clock, and I was starting to get worried.
But we tried to reassure each other that maybe they were on the way
down.

Ten minutes later it was obvious that wasn't the answer, so I tried
one more time. The phone was picked up on the fifth ring.

"What do you want?" It was Barb's voice, and she was pissed.

"We're waiting for you guys to come down for lunch."

"Forget it! We're very busy up here, and ... OH, YES, THAT FEELS
GOOD!! ... and, and, ... OHHH! ... and we're not coming down. So stop
bugging us. No more phone calls! GOT IT?"

At that I heard her slam the receiver down.

When I got back to Barb I shook my head. "I can't believe it, they
were doing it again. But this time Sandy did talk to me, or I guess I
should say she yelled at me. She made it clear that they were not
coming down, and that I shouldn't call any more."

Barb looked at me thoughtfully. "Well, I guess that settles that.
Shall we go eat?"

After lunch we decided to hit the beach. My swim trunks, along with
all the rest of my clothes, were up on the 12th floor where Jim and
Sandy were probably still fucking. So we stopped at a shop and Barb
picked out a pair for me. What a neat feeling! We managed to control
our libidos with lots of hard swimming and chasing -- we were like a
couple of kids, or perhaps newlyweds.

We kept an eye out just in case our straying spouses might show up at
the beach, but we didn't really expect them to. We figured hunger
would bring them down eventually, so by five we were back at the
hotel, sitting in the lobby. We found a cozy sofa where we had a view
of the elevators, and waited. OK, so we didn't just sit there like
sticks. We decided we might as well let everybody think we were
newlyweds, so we were making out about as much as we could get away
with in public. I was afraid people would end up staring at us, but
they didn't. Apparently everyone thinks newlyweds deserve some
privacy.

Anyway, it got to be 6:30 and still no sign of the lovers. This was
getting worrisome. They had apparently been up in that room all day,
seemingly going from climax to climax to climax. Was there a limit to
what the human body could take? What if one of them had a heart
attack?

I finally decided I had to check. And this time I was going to check
in person. After all, that was my room. I was paying for it and I had
a key card. I had every right to go into that room. Barb was worried,
but she finally let me go.

"Be careful," she said, "and try not to get them too mad at you."

I gave her my promise with a kiss, and took the elevator to the 12th
floor. I almost chickened out on my way down the hall, but I just kept
telling myself that it was my room and my wife.

When I opened the door the first thing I noticed was how dark it was.
They must have had the drapes closed. They were probably sleeping, I
reasoned, and once again I almost backed out. But heart attack came
into my head again, and I decided I'd better check.

I shut the door very quietly, and tiptoed down the entryway to the
main part of the room. I suspected the truth before I could see the
bed, because I was hearing little rhythmic creaking sounds. Sure
enough, there was a naked ass pounding up and down between my wife's
spread-eagled legs. This was impossible. No guy in the world could
fuck for ten hours straight.

My eyes were adjusting to the low light level, and I could see much
more clearly now. What the fuck! That wasn't Jim! Jim's light brown
hair is trimmed short in a crew cut. This guy's long black locks were
bouncing up and down as he pounded into Sandy's pussy.

I lunged toward the bed intent on killing the guy. "Who the fu..."

I didn't get any further before a hand was covering my mouth and a
second man had twisted my arm behind me.

"In here," he hissed, pushing me toward the bathroom.

Once inside he closed the door and turned on the light. It was Jim.

"Sorry to do that," he said, "but Sandy is really enjoying herself
right now, and I didn't want you to ruin it for her."

All I could come up with was, "Who the fuck is that guy?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I think his name is George, or something.
Sandy told me she wanted to have another guy, and I said OK. She found
him and brought him up here."

In all the turmoil I hadn't noticed, but Jim was stark naked. He saw
me looking at him and shrugged again.

"I figured when George was through with her I'd take another turn
myself. I told you last night Sandy just wants to fuck and keep on
fucking. She's been like that all day today. There's no way I could
keep up with her by myself, so that's why I let her do what she
asked."

"So have you and George been taking turns with her, or something?"

"Oh, no, he just got here about half an hour ago. But he wasn't the
first. Let's see ... she's had three, four, five, six different guys
in that bed with her today, counting me, of course."

"Sandy?? You must have drugged her or something. There's no way she
would do that on her own."

"You just don't know Sandy as well as you think you do. No, no drugs.
The only thing I've given her is her freedom. You kept her so confined
with your idiotic morality that she couldn't express her real self."

"But what about food? Aren't you at least going to feed her?"

"Oh, she got fed, all right," Jim snickered. "I ordered room service,
and she seduced the guy that brought it up."

There was no way I would have believed any of what Jim was telling me,
except that I had seen what was happening with my own eyes, and was
starting to hear it, too. I wasn't the only one.

"Shhh, listen," Jim put a finger to his mouth. "I think they're
starting to get there."

I had begun hearing Sandy's moans through the bathroom door. Now she
was starting to use words, like I had heard earlier on the phone.

"YES!   YES!   DO it!   DO it!   I want it harder.   MORE!   MORE!
OH, GOD, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, MAKE ME CUM!"

It suddenly hit me that I had no idea who she was with when I heard
her this noon. What a slut! I looked over at Jim again. He was
grinning from ear to ear and pumping his fully aroused cock. Man, that
was some cock he had. It was much fatter than mine. I wondered if that
was what made Sandy so obsessed with him.

The sounds from the next room were now a long drawn out
"AHHHHHHHHH..." which gradually built to a shriek. Then it suddenly
stopped and I could hear her gasping as she tried to get her breath.

"Oh, *god*, yes, that was so good, so good, oh yes! Was it good for
you, too?"

"It was fantastic," I heard the man's voice, "I wish I could stay and
do it again, but I have to get back to my wife before she suspects
something."

"Oh, I wish you could stay, but if you have to go ... Could you maybe
come back tomorrow?"

"Oh, yes, baby, just as soon as I can. I'll be dying to get away from
her and get back to you."

"Call me, any time. Did you get all your clothes? Good-bye, lover, and
thank you for a wonderful time."

We heard the door click, followed immediately by, "Jim, honey, come to
mommy. I need to feel your big fat prick in my slimy cunt. I'm so
fucking horny. I need you so bad. Where are you, Jim? Come fuck me
now."

"Sure, baby, I'm right here, and my cock is all swelled up and dying
to screw you. Listening to you make it with him got me so horny I know
I'm going to come at least twice."

"Oh, yeah, oh yeah, I ... WHAT THE FUCK? What are you doing here, Tom?
GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE. I don't want to see you again.   GIT!
  NOW!"

"Don't worry, I'm gitting. I don't want to see you again, either, you
fucking slut."

"OUT, DAMN YOU!   Jim, get him out of here!"

Jim saw me to the door, and whispered that he and I would trade
suitcases later.

I had never been so disgusted in all my life. I was feeling sick to my
stomach, and I swear when the elevator started down I was sure I was
going to lose whatever was left of my lunch. To think that my friend
Jim was a pervert, and my wife a slut. Was there no one I could depend
on?

Oh, of course there was, and I was going to join her right now. Just
that thought chased away the sick stomach, and had me floating on air
as I stepped out of the elevator.

"Well, what's the story this time?" my vision of loveliness asked.

I shook my head. "It's too disgusting to tell, and you wouldn't
believe it anyway. Let's just eat dinner and forget about them."

I put my name on the list for a table, and while we were waiting she
pulled me out to a quiet corner away from everyone else and whispered,
"There was somebody else up there, wasn't there? I'll bet he's
bringing other guys up to the room, and she's having sex with them,
right?"

I was stunned. "How did you know?"

"I kept thinking that must be it, but I was afraid to say it. I mean,
what if I was wrong? But I knew there was no way Jim could keep going
all day. So if Sandy was getting as much sex as she seemed to be,
there had to be someone else involved."

I nodded, "OK, so it was logical, but before tonight, when I actually
saw her doing it, I never would have believed Sandy would do anything
like that. How about you? Would you have thought Jim was that kind of
a pervert?"

She sighed. "Not only thought it, but knew it. For years he's been
trying to get me to ... to have sex with other guys while he watches.
We've had huge fights over it, because I would never, ever do that."

She let that sink in for a while, then asked, "Is it all over now? I
mean for you and Sandy."

"God, yes, I could never go back to her!"

"It's all over for me with Jim, too. But you ... Oh, god, Tom, I want
you so much!"

Suddenly dinner was out of the question. I told the hostess to take
our name off the list, and we made a mad dash for the elevator.