A Personal Question

                            (MF,MF swap)

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The sex was good, but neither of them was really happy with the
marriage. Unknown to either of them, her cousin had an idea for a way to
spice things up. It involved asking a question.

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Kevin and Linda were on their way down to Jim and Nancy's house again.
It was a thirty mile trip each way, but they made it at least once a
month because ... well, because of several reasons, mostly different
reasons for each of them.

For Kevin, it was a chance to break out, in a small way, from the box he
had let himself get trapped into when he married Linda. He hadn't really
wanted to get married in the first place, but, damn, Linda was so
fucking hot, and he was dying to be able to spend every night with her.
He managed to seduce her after only half a dozen dates, and when he
finally broke her down he discovered to his surprise that she was a
virgin. She sure caught on quick, though. A month later he tried to get
her to move in with him, but she wouldn't budge on that. No way was she
going to live with a guy unless they were married. So, they were, before
long. Much too soon, according to him.

Kevin wasn't really ready to give up his wild life, but Linda watched
him like a private investigator, and fucking her twice a day was going
to be all the fucking he was going to get. Not that it wasn't enough,
and not that she wasn't good, but, shit, a guy likes a little variety.
And Linda wouldn't let him even look at another gal. Well, except for
Nancy. For some silly reason Linda seemed to think Nancy was "safe" and
she just laughed when Kevin and Nancy flirted a bit right in front of
their spouses. Oh, fucking jesus, would he ever love to ram it into
Nancy. And he rather suspected she felt the same way about him.

Then there was Linda's personality. The fucking part was great, but when
she wasn't cumming or sleeping she was bitching. It was enough to drive
a guy to drink, but he couldn't even go there. Linda wouldn't allow a
goddamn drop of anything in the house; not liquor, not beer, not even
wine. She was a fucking Puritan. Well, except at Jim and Nancy's house.
It made no sense, but when she was there she would drink. In fact they
all drank, and usually got rather tipsy. Best of all, when Linda was
drinking, she wasn't bitching. So, yeah, Kevin loved to go to Jim and
Nancy's house.

Linda also loved to go there. Jim was a cousin she had grown up with,
and they had always had a lot of fun together. They could tease each
other and never get mad about it. She could relax around Jim, which was
so different; she could never relax with Kevin.

Oh, she loved Kevin, of course, and the sex was fantastic - so fantastic
she would put up with most anything to keep getting it - but she never
felt really comfortable around him. And he could be mean. He yelled a
lot, and used awful language. A few times he had even hit her. But he
was never like that when they were at Jim and Nancy's house. There he
was a gentleman, like he used to be when she fell in love with him.

She liked Nancy, too. Nancy always seemed so competent, and so good to
Jim. So good for Jim. Linda had worried about Jim before he was married.
He was running around with some rough guys, and didn't seem like the
buddy she had grown up with. But Nancy brought him back in line. Yeah,
she liked Nancy. She only hoped that Nancy could somehow be a good
influence on Kevin as well.

There was something else she liked about going to Jim and Nancy's house,
though she hated to admit it even to herself. She could let her guard
down, and do things she wouldn't normally do. They were family, and if
she let them talk her into having a little drink, it was all in the
family. No one would ever know. It was really kind of nice to get a bit
drunk, kind of different, a way to forget about the bad parts of being
married to Kevin. The rest of them were all drinking, so she fit in
better if she did, too. It made a perfect excuse to do something she was
definitely getting to like, but wouldn't allow herself to do anywhere
else. Yes, she was planning to really enjoy herself this evening at Jim
and Nancy's house.

Kevin and Linda didn't talk during the drive down, both lost in their
own reveries, but that changed the moment Jim opened the door.

"Hey, guys, great to see you!" Jim bubbled. "Come on in. We're going to
have a great time tonight, I just know it. I'm so glad you came!"

As he said this he grabbed Linda's hand and pulled her into the room,
with Kevin following right behind. Once inside, Kevin looked around.

"Where's Nancy?" he asked. "If you're going to be dragging Linda around,
then I should be able to drag Nancy around."

Jim laughed, and shoved Linda down onto the sofa. That made her giggle.

"Oh, she'll be here in a minute," Jim explained, "and when she gets here
I promise I'll let you drag her around.

"And tickle her, too," he added as he dove down beside Linda and started
tickling her ribs.

"Jim! Stop it!" Nancy screeched, but she was laughing so hard she could
hardly get the words out, and Jim could tell she didn't mean it.

"I WILL stop it," he threatened, "if you don't let Kevin do everything
to Nancy that I'm doing to you. Do you promise?"

"Oh, Jim, that's not fair!" she gasped. "I'm gonna get you back," she
added, lunging toward him to tickle his chest.

"Oh no you don't," he told her, twisting her around so her back was to
him and grabbing her arms.

"Let me go! Let me tickle you!"

"Nope, not 'til you promise. You have to promise that Nancy and Kevin
can do everything we're doing."

Linda looked wildly around, and up at Kevin where he was still standing,
watching with great interest what was going on. "Kevin! Save me! Help
me!"

Kevin laughed. "Why should I do that? Until you promise, I don't get to
have any fun with Nancy."

"You guys," Linda moaned, twisting helplessly in Jim's grip.

"All you have to do is promise," Jim whispered in her ear.

"All right, I promise."

At that he released her, and she twisted to start tickling him any way
she could. Soon they were both screeching as they tickled each other.

"What's all the noise in here?" Nancy demanded as she came in the room.

Linda pulled guiltily away from Jim, and stood up. "He started it."

"Did not!" Jim said, standing up too.

"Did so!" Linda argued back, crossing her arms and glaring at him.

"Well," Kevin put in, seeing his chance, "whoever started it, I know
who's going to end it." With that he grabbed Nancy and threw her down on
the sofa.

"Kevin! Shame on you. What are you doing?"

"Just exactly what Jim told me to do," he roared, diving in to start
tickling her in turn.

"Kevin! Stop it! Eeeech! STOP! HELP! Jim, make him stop."

But Jim was just standing there with a huge grin on his face. "Sorry,
Nancy, but he's right. I told him to do everything to you that I did to
Linda, and Linda also said he could." He turned to Linda and asked,
"Didn't you?"

"Tickle him back," Linda ordered Nancy. "They tricked me into saying he
could tickle you and you could tickle him. Now you have to get even."

That was all Nancy was waiting for, and soon she and Kevin were both
screeching.

While their spouses were focused on each other, Jim leaned toward Linda
and let his knuckle stroke up her cheek. "Hey, it's been a long time
since we did that. I loved doing it with you."

Linda bit her lip and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, then
reached up and pulled his hand away from her cheek. "Yeah, I loved it
too," she admitted. "But we can't let it go any further."

"When we were younger, we let it go a little further," he reminded her.

"No, Jim, don't go there. We weren't married then."

"True, but being with you was wonderful. I've never forgotten it."

"I haven't, either," she sighed. "I never will," she added.

By now Kevin and Nancy had stopped their horseplay and were sitting up
on the sofa. "Hey, Linda, why so serious over there?" Kevin asked.

"Oh, nothing, we ... we were just reminiscing."

"Well, we're supposed to be having fun," Nancy told them, "not thinking
sad thoughts about the past. Jim, how come we don't have anything to
drink?"

"Oops, bad host," he confessed. "I'll take care of that immediately,"
and he disappeared into the kitchen.

"I know you said you couldn't get here in time for dinner," Nancy told
Linda and Kevin, "but at least we can have some snacks, right?" She
followed Jim through the kitchen door.

Kevin looked at Linda. "Are you OK?"

"Sure, I'm fine. Ummm, how about you? I guess Jim and I got a bit out of
line."

"Didn't bother me a bit," he grinned. "Gave me a perfect chance to get a
bit 'out of line' with Nancy. Did that bother you?"

Linda shook her head, realizing that she hadn't even noticed what he and
Nancy were doing. Jim's words kept echoing in her mind: 'let it go a
little further.' Oh, yes, there was a time when they let it go a little
further, and it was fantastic. If only there would be a chance some time
again to let it go a little further.

Jim came back in with the drinks, and Linda took one eagerly. She was
going to need a drink tonight, maybe two or three.

Nancy was soon back with the snacks, and they all settled down to munch,
and drink, and talk about inconsequentials. It wasn't very long before
Linda's glass was empty, and the other three were running low. Jim
jumped up, and asked, "How about another round?"

"No, I shouldn't," Linda demurred.

"Oh, come on, two aren't going to hurt you. Kevin, Nancy, you'd both
like refills, wouldn't you? I know I would."

"Well, maybe one more," Linda said, trying to sound as if she didn't
really want it.

After delivering the fresh drinks, Jim announced, "I had this idea for a
fun game for tonight. How about if we play Hearts?"

"Well, sure, I guess," Kevin agreed a bit reluctantly. "But when you
said a fun game, I thought maybe ..."

"Don't worry," Jim laughed. "I've got a little twist in mind, but you'll
have to wait and see what it is."

"OK," Kevin grinned. "I'm all ears."

They sat around the dining table which, without any leaves, was a nice
sized circle for the game. Kevin and Jim sat opposite each other, with
the gals halfway between them, each on her husband's left side. Jim gave
the deck to his wife to shuffle for the first hand.

Everyone kept wondering what Jim's little twist was going to be, but he
didn't say a word, and they played the first hand. Going around the
table, it was Kevin's turn to deal next, and he gave Jim a questioning
look, but Jim motioned him to go ahead and deal. By the third hand,
Linda seemed to have forgotten about the 'little twist' and immediately
collected the cards, shuffled, and dealt.

After that it was Jim's turn to deal, and he started shuffling, but then
stopped and looked at Linda. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

Linda seemed startled. "I don't know. How personal?"

"No, I take that back. I'm going to let you off the hook," Jim
apologized. "At least for now," he added. Then he turned to his wife.

"Nancy, I'm going to ask YOU a personal question instead, and you have
to promise to tell the truth."

Nancy gave him a long look, then glanced quickly at Linda, quickly at
Kevin, and brought her gaze back to Jim. "Well," she finally replied, "I
guess, but don't embarrass me too much."

"This shouldn't be too bad," Jim assured her. "Imagine that you are
talking to some guy, not me, and you look around and see that the two of
you are alone. He sees you do that, and looks around himself. Then he
leans close to you and whispers, 'Can I give you a kiss?' Let's assume
you really like this guy; in fact you're quite attracted to him. Let's
also assume you know I'm somewhere far away. The question is, how would
you respond to him?"

"Oh, my! I know what I should say, but you made me promise to tell the
truth, and that makes it hard. I guess ... I guess maybe I'd say ...
maybe I'd say..." Nancy put her hands up to her face, and peeked out at
Jim through her fingers. "Don't hate me for this, please, and it's never
happened, so I'm not sure, but maybe I'd say, 'What kind of a kiss do
you mean?' Oh! I'm so embarrassed!"

"It's OK, I kinda thought you might say that. So, let's say he tells
you, 'I don't mean a passionate kiss, or anything, but I do mean a kiss
on your lips, and not just a peck. More like a tender kiss, and not too
long.' So, how would you respond to that?"

"I think ... oh, I'm so ashamed, but I think ... I think I'd step up to
him, put my arms on his shoulders, look him in the eye, and ask, 'You
promise, you'll never tell a soul?' And I think he would nod, and I
would pull him closer to me and start kissing him."

"Woo, hoo!" Kevin burst out, "That is so hot!"

Nancy turned to Kevin, blushing furiously. "How did you find out? He
promised not to tell."

"Easy," Kevin laughed, "I was the other guy."

"Not if you want to stay married to me, you weren't," Linda sputtered.

Jim laughed uproariously, and after a bit the others joined in, rather
tentatively.

"OK," Jim announced, "question time is over for now, let's play another
hand."

Curiously, all four of them were somewhat subdued during that hand.
Jim's words held a promise of more to come.

Sure enough, at the end of that hand, when it was Nancy's turn to deal,
she was just starting to shuffle when Jim asked her, "Aren't you
forgetting something?"

"Oh!" Nancy gasped. "You mean I'm supposed to ask a question?"

"That's right," Jim grinned.

"All right, then," Nancy decided, putting down the deck and crossing her
arms. "Turn about is fair play. I'll ask YOU a question."

"Fire away," Jim told her, nodding.

Nancy sat thinking with her arms crossed for a moment, then started,
"You're out in a park riding your bicycle, and you come up behind a gal
who looks familiar, and you realize its someone you know, and someone
you think is really sexy. You call out to her, and stop and get off the
bike when you catch up to her. She seems really pleased to see you, and
you start talking. After a bit she admits she was thinking about you,
and was wondering if she might see you in the park. But then she goes
on, 'I had this really weird fantasy about what might happen if I did
see you.' She stops for a minute, looks around and sees that no one is
anywhere in sight. Then she says, 'I was imagining that we were
kissing.' After that she steps up close to you and whispers, 'Would you
like to kiss me?' So, Jim, how would you respond?"

"That's easy," Jim growled, "I'd grab her and start kissing."

"You cad!"

"So who's talking?"

Kevin and Linda both burst out laughing at that, and shortly thereafter
Nancy dealt the next hand. But everyone knew what was going to happen
when the hand was over and it was Kevin's turn to deal.

Kevin gathered the cards, but didn't even start to shuffle. Turning to
Linda, he said, "Jim let you off the hook a while ago, but I'm not going
to be so nice."

"No, Kevin, please," she begged.

"Sorry, fair's fair. They had to tell the truth, so do you. Now, let's
see, here. You go to a friend's house and knock on her door. Her
boyfriend opens the door. You ask if she is there, and he says she went
to get some groceries, but she'll be right back. He invites you to come
in and wait, but you don't think that's a good idea, because he's a real
hunk, and you're afraid you might let him get away with something. So
you back away from the door, but just then it starts to pour. You yelp,
'Oh, no,' and he grabs your hand and says, 'Hurry up, come inside before
you're drenched.' After he pulls you inside he looks at your wet hair
and blouse, shakes his head, and says, 'Let me get you a towel.'

"You stand there shivering until he comes back with a big towel that he
wraps around you, and a smaller one that he uses to try to dry your
hair. He tells you to come sit on the sofa, and pulls you down to sit
beside him. You talk for a while, and gradually warm up. After a bit, he
looks deep into your eyes and says, 'I want to kiss you. May I?' How do
you respond?"

"Oh, that's easy," Linda laughs. "I just tell him we can't, because his
girlfriend could walk in any minute."

Kevin nodded. "But then he tells you he was stretching the truth when
you got there. She really just left, and won't be back for at least an
hour. He admits that he said she was coming right back just because he
wanted to have a chance to spend a little time with you. And now he's
super happy, because the only reason you wouldn't kiss him was because
you thought you might be interrupted. 'Please,' he asks again, 'may I?'"

Linda sighed, "I guess I'd have to say yes, then," she admitted.

All three of the others clapped to approve her decision, and Kevin dealt
the next hand. Linda, for one, was determined to get even and was
thinking more about the question she would ask Kevin than she was about
the game. She ended up with the queen of spades and four hearts, but
then it was her turn to deal.

"Kevin," she said, "you run into an old girlfriend, and she says, 'Oh,
I'm glad to see you! I found some CDs you left at my place. Could you
come with me right now and pick them up?' You figure that sounds
innocent enough, since you know she has a new boyfriend, so you follow
her in your car to her place. She lets you in, and sure enough, she does
have a stack of your CDs. She hands them to you, but the two of you
start talking about old times. You keep thinking of some of the really
hot things you did together, and you realize you still think she's
incredibly sexy. You're afraid you might end up cheating on me, so you
tell her you really have to leave. She says, 'OK, but how about one last
kiss for old times sake.' What do you do?"

"Damn! I grab her and give her a really passionate kiss."

"That's what I figured," Linda responded angrily.

"Hey, cool it," Jim put in. "Don't forget what you just told him you
would do."

"Yeah, well I didn't say I would kiss the guy passionately!"

"And you didn't say you wouldn't, either," Jim pointed out. "Remember,
when I asked Nancy, she made sure it wasn't going to be a passionate
kiss before she agreed to do it. Let's face it, Linda. You asked the
question to get even with Kevin, and he answered to get even with you."

"Maybe, but I think he went too far. I'll bet after that passionate kiss
he ended up fucking her."

"And I think," Kevin told her emphatically, "you got to kissing that
hunk of yours really passionately, and he ended up fucking you."

"OK," Jim put in, "I think you guys need to cool down a bit. How about
another round of drinks?"

"Sure," said Kevin, liking the way this was going.

"Whatever," Linda answered, thinking to herself that she really needed
another drink.

"Get me one, too, Honey," Nancy requested.

Jim soon came back with the drinks, and they all took a couple of
minutes to sip and mellow out. Then Jim turned to Linda, smiled, and
reminded her it was her turn to deal.

After that hand Jim pulled the cards together, then turned back to
Linda. "Let's talk a little more about that guy you were kissing at your
girlfriend's house. I don't agree with Kevin. I don't think you let him
fuck you."

"Thank you," Linda responded. "I'm glad I've got somebody on my side."

"But now we need to find out what really did happen," Jim went on. "We
know you were kissing, and it was probably a very nice kiss. I mean,
after all, he'd been really nice to you. He wrapped a big towel around
you, and he helped dry your hair. You were cold and wet, and now you're
warm and dry, and he IS a real hunk, and you are sitting next to him on
the sofa, kissing. It's not a passionate kiss, at least not yet, but it
is a very long tender kiss. You're thinking he cares so much about
making you comfortable, and you like him so much. You know he wants
more, and you want to thank him somehow. How do you do it?"

With courage from the bottle, Linda felt like she could really let it
all hang out.

"I ... I reach for his hand, and I slip it up under the big towel and
... and I put his hand on my chest."

"On your chest where your bra is?"

"Yeeeesss."

"You do know that after that he's just going to want more."

"I know, but I wanted him to touch me, and I'll tell him that's as far
as we can go."

"And if he says, 'At least touch me, too, down here,' and looks at his
crotch?"

"I'll say no, I mustn't do that, but then I'll kiss him passionately."

"That's probably not a good idea. He's going to start pawing your tits
through your blouse, and pinching your nipples, and his tongue will be
trying to press between your lips."

"Ohhh! I'll let him pinch me, and I'll let his tongue inside my mouth,
and I'll play with it with my tongue, but I won't touch him, not down
there, and when he tries to unbutton my blouse I'll pull away and say I
have to leave."

"Well, then," Jim decides, "I guess it's time for me to deal."

Linda was feeling a more than a little flustered from the grilling Jim
had given her, and once again wasn't concentrating on the game. This
time she collected nine hearts. At least Jim got the Queen, so she
bested him that hand.

Nancy was up next and she didn't need any reminder of what was expected.
She turned immediately to Kevin.

"About that old girlfriend," she asked him, "you said you kissed her
passionately. Is that all you did?"

"Oh, no," Kevin grinned.

"So you did fuck her, like Linda said."

"Did not."

"Why do I find that hard to believe? I think she was rubbing against you
while you kissed, first her boobs against your chest, and then her
crotch against your thigh, spreading her legs enough that she could
press her pussy against it as she rubbed up and down, up and down. And
that means her hip must have been rubbing against your ... you know. Are
you going to sit there and tell me that didn't have you on fire?"

"Oh, shit yes, I was on fire. I was dying to fuck her. But I was also
remembering I was married, and I didn't want to fuck that up."

"But you just told us you did more than kiss her. So give."

"Look, maybe you don't understand how it is with a guy. I was so fucking
horny I was about to blow. If I didn't stop her from rubbing my cock
like that I was going to go off in my pants. I had to get my cock away
from her, and I had to make her come. That was my only hope for getting
away. So I got down on my knees and started kissing her boobs. It wasn't
long before she ripped her blouse off and said, 'More, more!' So I
started biting her bra and rubbing my hand up and down her pussy."

Kevin stopped his story long enough to give Linda a frightened look.
Then he turned back to Nancy. "I mean, I was rubbing her pants, where
her pussy was. Well, that was all it took. She screamed and then
collapsed to the floor."

"So," Nancy continued her grilling, "you crawled over on top of her for
the next step, right?"

"No, I stood up, picked up my CDs, and walked out the door."

"I hope nobody saw your hard-on," Nancy giggled. "Let me guess. You
drove home like a fiend, grabbed Linda and threw her on the sofa, then
fucked her like crazy, pretending she was your old girlfriend."

"Uh, actually, I went down to the car, and once I was locked inside I
ripped out a handkerchief, jerked my zipper down, and started jacking
off. It didn't take long, and after I was done I threw the handkerchief
away, because no matter how carefully I tried to wad it up, the cum kept
oozing out."

He paused, but added, "Then I went home and fucked Linda like crazy."

"OK," Nancy laughed, "I'm glad we got that straightened out." Then she
went ahead to shuffle and deal the next hand.

Kevin was horny as hell, and the truth was when he and Nancy were
spinning out their story it was her that he imagined he was doing it
with. He wanted another hot imaginary session with her, and he knew his
chance was coming as soon as this hand was over. When it ended he was
ready with his story, and turned to look at her.

"Nancy, you know that guy you were talking to before? Well, he called
you up a few days later, and said, 'we need to talk.' You agreed, and
said, 'OK, let's talk right now.' He wasn't buying that, though, and
explained that for the kind of talking the two of you needed to do he
needed to be able to look you in the eye so he could tell what you were
feeling, and he thought you needed to do that, too, to know what he was
feeling. So you suggested meeting in a restaurant or something, but he
said, 'Are you crazy? There is no way we can have this talk out in the
open where people could listen in.'

"He let that hang there for a while, waiting for you to respond, but you
didn't say anything. You knew he wanted to come to your place, but you
didn't dare let him do that. The silence was getting too long, so you
rather frantically said, 'Maybe we could meet in a store parking lot,
and I could get in your car and we could drive someplace.' He said that
would be OK, and told you to meet him in twenty minutes at the Red
Lobster close to your house."

"So, Nancy, will you meet him there?"

"What happens if I don't?"

"You need to talk as much as he does. If it doesn't happen this time
it's going to happen later. And meanwhile, you're going to be thinking
about him day and night. Every time Jim leaves for work you'll think of
your guy, and imagine he's coming to your house to spend time with you.
Every time Jim crawls in bed with you at night you're going to imagine
he's that guy. You really, really, need to have that talk."

"OK, I'll meet him."

"Good girl. You park next to him and slide over into his car. He smiles,
leans over, and gives you a quick kiss. You kiss him back, not quite so
quick. 'I know where we can go,' he says, and starts driving. You see
which way he is headed, and say in panic, 'No, not your house.' He
glances at you quickly and says, 'Of course not, if I took you into my
house I don't either of us could control ourselves.' But he's still
driving straight toward it. He pulls up into his driveway, pushes a
button, and the garage door opens. He says, 'I promise, we're not going
in.' But then he drives in, and the garage door closes behind you. Are
you scared?"

"A little," Nancy whispers.

"He knows you will be, so he gives you a kiss to reassure you. But it
needs to be a longer kiss to do the job. You do know that, don't you?"

"Yeeeesss."

"After a bit the garage door light goes off, and it's quite dark. But
he's holding you close and you are kissing. Are you afraid?"

"Noooooo."

Kevin was using a low hypnotic voice, and it was working. "It's a
comfortable kind of dark. A dark that means you don't need to be ashamed
or embarrassed, no matter what you do, no matter where he touches you,
no matter what might happen to your clothes. He is touching you now,
isn't he? Where is he touching you?"

"He's touching my boobs. Oh, it feels so good when he touches my boobs."

"Do you want to touch him, too?"

"Uh huh."

"Where do you want to touch him?"

"Between his legs."

"You mean you want to rub his cock?"

"Yes."

"Say it, then."

"I want to rub his cock. I want to rub his cock!"

"Are you rubbing it through his pants?"

"Yes, yes, I'm rubbing it. I'm rubbing it through his pants."

"He stops you for a moment and unzips his pants. Do you want to touch
him?"

"Yes, I want to touch him!"

"He wants to touch you, too. He wants to touch your tits. He's starting
to unbutton your blouse."

"I want him to touch my tits. I help him with my blouse. He whispers,
'Your bra, too,' and I unhook it. Then I grab his cock again and start
pumping it hard."

"Oh, dear, he's been playing with your tits, but now he leans down with
his mouth close to them. What do you think he wants to do?"

"I think he wants to suck my tits! Please, suck my tits! Oh, yes! So
good! So good! Oh, no, I think he's almost there. He's going to come!"

"Do you want him to come?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I want to make him come. YES! HE'S COMING!!"

Kevin gave her a few moments to compose herself. "You came when he did,
didn't you?"

"Oh, yes. Oh yes, I did."

"Do you want him to fuck you now?"

"No, no, we mustn't. I mean, yes, I want it, but no, we have to stop."

"OK, you put your clothes back on while he tries to clean himself up.
Then he drives you back to your car. You start to slide out of his seat,
but he puts a hand on your arm. He asks, 'You do want to see me again,
don't you?'"

"YES!! YES, I DO!" Nancy almost screams.

"But before that happens," Kevin announced, "I guess it's time for me to
deal the next hand."

Linda gulped down the rest of her drink. She couldn't believe how horny
she was from listening to Kevin and Nancy tell their story. Even hornier
than she had been when Jim told his story to her. But after this hand it
was going to be her turn to tell someone a story, and she wanted it to
be Jim, and she wanted to get him as horny as she was. Nancy's lame
story about him meeting a gal in the park wouldn't do. He needed to meet
her in a super hot atmosphere, and before long she had her story ready.
As soon as the hand was over she turned to Jim.

"Nancy went to visit her parents, and she told you she was going to stay
there for a week. She told you to think about her every night, and to
save yourself for when she got back. She said she hoped the two of you
could fuck all night the night she got back. But after two days you were
so horny you couldn't stand it any longer. You drug out an X-rated movie
you had hidden, and you jacked off while you watched it. You came twice
while you were watching it, then you watched it again and you came a
third time.

"You were hoping that would satisfy you for a while, but it just made
things worse. You were going crazy needing to fuck, and at the same
time, spending every night alone at home, you were going crazy with
boredom. You finally decided you had to get out and have some fun. You
knew you couldn't fuck, but maybe you could at least get a little drunk.
So you went to a nightclub, and guess who you saw there? It was the gal
from the park. Her face lit up the minute she saw you, and she asked you
to dance with her. You did, didn't you?"

"You're damn right I did."

"Yeah, well there was a problem, though. She wanted to dance real close,
and she was rubbing against you. She was rubbing her whole body against
you, and she could feel everything you had. What did you have, Jim, down
between your legs, while she was rubbing against you?"

"Oh, fuck! I had a hard-on to end all hard-ons!"

"Yeah, that's what she's especially rubbing against, and finally she
says, 'I want more of that. Can we go somewhere?' And you tell her you
do too, but then you tell her you promised your wife you wouldn't fuck
anybody while she was away from home. So she says, 'Oh you poor thing.
You must be going crazy. At least let me do something to help, even if
we can't fuck.' And she talks you into taking her out to your car. Tell
us, Jim, what happens when you get to your car?"

"Oh, you know what's going to happen. We climb into the back seat, and
she starts sucking my cock, and it only takes about thirty seconds
before I'm squirting cream down her throat."

"So, I guess that helped, but did it make you feel a little guilty?"

"Hell, no, just happy, unbelievably happy, and then grateful, and I
couldn't thank her enough. But then she says, 'I know a way you could
thank me, without fucking me,' and I knew what she was thinking of and I
wanted to do it. So I started kissing my way up her legs, and she pulled
her skirt up so I kept going, and soon I was licking and kissing her
pussy through her panties. She asked me to take them off, and lifted her
ass to help me. Well, the second I started sucking her clit she started
screaming. I let her calm down a bit, then sucked again, and she
screamed again. Man, was she ever hot."

"Wow, I'll bet after that nothing could keep you from fucking."

"You'd think so, and in fact I was hard as a board again, and my cock
was jerking up and down. But I kept telling myself I mustn't do it, and
instead of fucking her I just turned end for end. I rammed it down her
throat again, and rammed my fingers into her cunt. Soon I was fucking
her at both ends, and she was fucking me right back. We both came at the
same time, and did we ever come hard."

"So, was that all?"

"Yeah, that was all. We were both limp as a dishrag when it was over,
and it took us a long time to get up the strength to get dressed again.
Once we did, we gave each other a quick kiss, and she headed back into
the nightclub. I climbed into the front of the car and drove home. After
that night I had no trouble waiting for Nancy to get back."

Linda just nodded, afraid to even try to speak, picked up the cards,
shuffled them and dealt. She knew that Jim would be dealing next, and
that first he would be telling a story. She knew that story would be
about her. She was dying to hear that story.

For Linda that hand seemed to drag on forever, but finally it was over,
and Jim collected the cards. He hadn't even said a word yet, and Linda
was already about to explode.

Finally Jim turned to Linda and said, "I happened to be in your
neighborhood one day, and I dropped by your place. You were home, but
Kevin was at work. You weren't sure you should invite me in, but I told
you I wasn't going to rape you or anything. I said, 'We've known each
other for twenty five years, and we'll probably be friends for the rest
of our lives.' So you let me in, and we started talking. We talked about
some of the things we've done in the past. I reminded you of the time we
started making out together, and you told me you would never forget it.
Then I reached for your hand, and said, 'I want you to sit on my lap,
the way you did that day,' and I started pulling you toward me."

At that point Jim did reach for Linda's hand and started pulling her
over to his chair. "Please sit on my lap," he urged her.

Almost as if she was hypnotized, Linda slid off her chair and let Jim
support her as she slid onto his lap. Linda sighed, and turned her head
to face him.

Staring intensely into her eyes, he whispered, "I want you to give me a
kiss."

Linda collapsed against him, letting her lips part slightly as they
homed in on his. The kiss started with desire, and climbed through
urgency to passion to wild abandon.

"Hey!" Nancy interrupted, slapping Jim's arm. "I think that's more than
enough."

Jim and Linda separated, and Jim replied, "Sorry, I guess we got carried
away. Linda, tell Nancy you're sorry."

"Oh, Nancy, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to let that happen. Can you ever
forgive me?"

"I don't know," Nancy said a bit sullenly, "I'll think about it."

"What about me?" Kevin piped up. "You were nearly fucking my wife," he
accused Jim, "and you," he looked at Linda with disgust, "are nothing
but a slut."

"No, Kevin, I love you, I really do. You'll never know how sorry I am. I
promise, it'll never happen again."

"Yeah, man," Jim added, "we were totally out of line. Buddies don't do
that to each other, and I really messed up this time."

Kevin turned to Nancy. "Whatta ya think, Babe, should we forgive them,
or should we get even?"

"Maybe a little of both," Nancy growled. "Deal the cards for your stupid
game, Jim, and after the hand is over I'm gonna ask Kevin a question.
You two," she added, looking meaningfully back and forth between Linda
and Jim, "may never forget this night."

As they found out a few minutes later, Nancy's question went like this:
"I call you up at work one day and tell you I'm in town. I also tell you
I'm at a friend's house, and there's nobody here but me. I ask you if
there is any way you can get away from work and come see me. Can you?"

"Damn right I can!"

"Good, I'll be waiting for you. And, Kevin, I'll just be wearing my bra
and panties when you get here. Hurry!"

With that, she stood up and started unbuttoning her blouse. Kevin was
staring bug-eyed, and Jim was swallowing hard. Linda had her hand over
her mouth and she couldn't believe what she was seeing. But seething as
she was with passion, she was ready for anything. She was dying to show
Jim her bra and her tits, and so while she was watching Nancy she was
imagining that she was unbuttoning her own blouse.

Nancy tossed her blouse onto the floor and started unbuttoning her
pants. All three of the others gasped. Kevin's gasp turned into a long
groan as Nancy slipped her pants down, exposing her panties. She let her
pants drop to the floor, and asked Kevin, "Are you almost here?"

"OH, FUCK YES, I'M HERE!" he shouted, rubbing his cock through his
pants.

"Good. Then I'm going to sit on your lap." The way she did that was to
spread her legs and straddle him, and bring her mouth up to his. "How
about a real kiss?"

Talk about instant fireworks. She wound her arms around his neck and
they started the wettest, wildest, kiss imaginable. He grabbed her ass
and slammed it against his crotch. She started humping against his
hard-on, which freed his hands, so he grabbed two handfuls of bra while
ramming his tongue down her throat. She tore her mouth away from his and
leaned back to increase the pressure between his cock and her pussy.

"I WANT IT!" she screamed. "I WANT IT. I WANT IT NOW!"

"Hey, whoa!" Jim yelled, grabbing her arm and trying to pull her off
Kevin's lap. She yanked her arm free and wrapped it around Kevin's neck
again. Jim grabbed her around the waist and pulled with all his might.

"NOOO," she moaned as he forced her to slip away from Kevin. Finally he
had her back in her own chair, and was standing between the two of them.

"Put your clothes back on," he demanded.

Nancy was shivering with passion, but she finally complied.

Meanwhile, Linda hadn't lifted a finger to separate the two near-lovers.
Everything that Nancy did she had imagined herself doing the same way,
but on Jim's lap instead of Kevin's. She, too, was shivering with
passion.

"I think," Jim announced, "we've played enough games tonight." He got
three groans in response. "I think it's time for Linda and Kevin to go
home." More groans. "Come on, snap to it!" Woodenly they all got up and
wandered into the living room.

When they got there, Jim reached out both his hands for Linda's, and
held them as he looked into her eyes. "Thank you, Linda, for a most ...
enjoyable evening." Then he pulled her closer, and their lips met. She
shook her hands free from his, wrapped her arms around his neck, and
escalated the kiss almost instantly to the wild abandon stage.

Seeing what their spouses were doing, Nancy and Kevin grabbed each other
and resumed their interrupted build-up to sex.

Jim pushed Linda away and yelled, "STOP!" Everyone froze. "This is not
working," he announced the obvious. "Kevin, you go sit on the sofa."
Kevin shot him a look, but Jim emphasized his demand with a gesture, and
Kevin sat down. "Clear over on the end," Jim told Kevin, and Kevin slid
over.

"Linda, you go sit on the arm of the easy chair," Jim told her, pointing
to where he wanted her to sit.

Once she was seated there, Jim turned to Nancy. "You sit on the sofa -
the far end - as far from Kevin as you can get." He waited until she
did.

"Now," he instructed them, "nobody move until I say you can." They
watched as he stepped to the light switch at the side of the room and
flicked it off. They watched his dim shadow as he walked over to the
easy chair and sat down. "Now, move!"

No one in the room had any doubts as to where they wanted to move. Linda
rolled onto Jim's lap, knees spread wide. Her pelvis slammed up against
his belly as her mouth reached hungrily for his. Jim eased the chair out
to a more horizontal position and Linda's knees sank into the space
beside the cushions. That brought her crotch into contact with his
rock-hard cock, and she moaned pleadingly into his mouth. He brought his
hands up to her ass and squeezed it as she pounded against his hard-on.
Then he moved his hands up to her breasts as she continued to hammer
against him.

Linda pulled her lips away from his far enough to turn her head a bit
and stroke her cheek against his. "I need it," she whispered in his ear.
"I need it so bad."

Over her objections, Jim pushed her shoulders up until her face could no
longer touch his, and then spoke up loudly.

"Kevin, is there any chance you guys could spend the night?"

"Oh, god, yes," came the reply from the sofa, "I'm dying to spend the
night!"

"Yes, me, too," Linda chimed in, "please, can't we spend the night?"

"Yes, yes," Nancy added, "please stay, I want you here."

That led to an immediate crescendo in the noise coming from the sofa,
but once more Jim's voice sliced through it. "I'm going to take Linda to
the guest room."

"YES! YES! - NOW!" Linda screeched.

"Kevin," Nancy panted, "take me to my bedroom. NOW!"

Jim brought the easy chair back to an upright position and helped Linda
slide off to the floor. Then he wrapped his arm around her as she clung
to him, her right hand clawing his back while her left squeezed and
stroked his hard-on through his pants. As Jim led her toward the hallway
she saw a shadow ahead of them that seemed to be Kevin carrying Nancy.
Her only thought was, 'Good, they won't be bothering us; I can have Jim
all to myself.'

Kevin and Nancy disappeared through a door on the left side of the hall,
and Jim opened a door for Linda on the right side. Once inside he closed
the door behind them, and Linda lunged for him, tearing at his shirt
buttons. She was so focused on getting his clothes off that she hardly
noticed he was doing the same thing to her. She had just gotten his belt
buckle unfastened and his fly down when he squatted in front of her. She
realized with delight that her pants were down at her ankles, and he was
kissing her panties.

"Yes," she moaned, thrusting her crotch against his face. "Lick me, eat
me!" A few moments later she felt his hands pushing down on the
waistband of her panties. "OH GOD!! Take them off! HURRY!!"

Then the world flew into a million pieces as he licked her clit and the
climax she had been working up to for the past hour suddenly hit.

The next thing Linda was aware of was lying on her back across the bed.
Her head was hanging off one side, and her feet off the other. She
pulled her knees up and spread them wide.

"Fuck me," she pled. "Fuck me now."

Jim, who had somehow gotten completely naked, climbed up between her
legs and pointed his cock in the right direction. She nearly came the
instant the tip of it touched her cunt lips, but just gasped loudly and
began chanting, "Yes. Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes,yes,yes,yes!" This changed
to a strangled squeal as he slowly slid it into her. Oh, God, it was so
long, and every inch brought her closer and closer. Then he was all the
way in, pressing against her clit, and his cock jerked once inside her.
That's all it took. She was gone again.

She felt him kissing her eyelids. Her arms were so heavy she could
hardly move them, but she finally managed to bring them up to his
cheeks. Feeling that, he pulled away a bit.

"Are you OK? I was worried."

"Oh, darling, yes! Oh, it's never been like this. Oh, I love you, love
you, love you. Was it good for you, too?"

Jim's only answer was to lift up a bit and drop back down on her.

"OH MY GOD! YOU'RE STILL THERE! Fuck me, darling! Fuck me hard! Fuck me
and shoot your cum all the way up inside me. All the way, baby, all the
way. GIVE IT TO ME!"

With a roar, Jim did exactly that, and this time Linda was able to
experience the whole thing. Oh, she came, all right. Every nerve in her
body seemed to be having its own orgasm. She'd feel him squirt, and her
cunt would squeeze his cock reflexively and synapses would fire all over
her body. Then he'd squirt again, and the whole cycle would repeat. On
and on it went until neither of them had an ounce of energy left.

Jim had twisted off to her side, and they both lay there gasping for
breath, their hearts beating as if they had just run a four minute mile.

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

Some time in the morning Linda woke to find herself naked in bed with
Jim. Her momentary shock was quickly overtaken by intense memories of
the best sex she had ever had in her life. She had been spooning against
his ass, and now she let her hand, already draped over his chest, glide
down across his belly, and further, to the source of her ecstasy. Yes,
it was hard! She started pumping it and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me
Jim, fuck me again."

Jim mumbled something she couldn't understand and she realized he must
still be asleep, despite the state of his cock. 'Perhaps he's dreaming
about me,' she thought. 'I'll bet he wants me to fuck him in his dream.'
With that she rolled him on his back and climbed on his chest.

"Oh, Baby," she moaned in the sexiest voice she could. "I feel something
long and hard rubbing up my ass. What should I do with it?"

His only response was another incoherent mumble.

"Sure, Baby, I'll put it somewhere nice and warm. Somewhere it's gonna
love to be." She lifted up, scooted back, reached between her legs with
one hand, and managed to locate it. She could tell she was already
dripping wet. Getting it in where she wanted it was not going to be a
problem. All she had to do was point, drag, and drop. OH FUCK! They both
groaned loudly as it slipped up her sheath, all the way in.

That seemed to wake him up. "OH SHIT! OH FUCK!"

"Yes, fuck," she breathed, moving back and forth frantically on top of
him, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Oh, god, it's you, Linda, isn't it? Oh, fuck; for years I've been dying
to wake up inside you like this."

And then they both stopped trying to talk. Linda was quickly building to
a climax. When it hit she screamed and then sagged against him.

"Oh, God, Jim, that was good. Was it good for you, too?"

"Not yet," he grinned up at her, "but I think it will be before we
finish. You do want more, don't you?"

"Oh, Baby, yes, you know I do. I want everything you can give me."

"OK, then, let's roll over and see what I can do. Careful, don't let it
slip out."

Jim had rolled her on her back now, and rolled himself on top of her.
She automatically brought her legs up around him.

"No, not that way, this time," he instructed, sliding a hand between his
hip and her thigh. "Bring it all the way up here." He had turned his
hand to grasp her calf muscle, and pushed her knee up to his shoulder.

"Oh, FUCK!" she groaned as his cock was pushed deeper into her still
quivering cunt.

"Now the other one," he commanded, and soon that knee too was on his
shoulder. His cock head was touching her some place she didn't even know
she had, and it was driving her wild. It didn't take her long to come
once he started pounding against whatever she had up there.

"Oh, darling!" she panted as soon as she could speak again.

"I'm not done yet," he told her, and started humping once again.

This time they both came at about the same time. Their sweaty bodies
clung together for a long time, then he rolled off and looked at her
blissful smile and closed eyes.

"Linda -," he said, and left it there.

She opened her eyes and looked adoringly at him. "Yes, Darling?"

"We're going to have to get up soon, but before we do, there are two
things I need to tell you." She looked at his face and was shocked by
how serious he had suddenly become.

"First, last night was no accident. I planned the whole thing, from
tickling you when you arrived, to the kiss when you thought you were
about to leave, and turning the lights out."

"What? No way!"

"Shhh ... Don't interrupt. I did it because for years I've been dying to
fuck you, and this seemed like the best way to accomplish that. It
worked, too."

"My God, Jim, you can't mean this."

"But I do. So don't try to talk yourself into believing it was fate that
brought us together here in this bed, or that we are soul-mates, or any
kind of shit like that. We're here because I tricked you into having sex
with me, and I tricked Kevin and Nancy into letting us do it."

"Oh, Jim, you make it sound so ... so ... sordid."

"Second," Jim went on, ignoring her comment, "I have fucked a bunch of
different gals, and almost always it turns out that the first time we
fuck is the best. Now, what we had here in this bed last night was a
really great fuck."

"Oh, God yes! You have no idea!"

"Glad to hear it," Jim grinned. "This morning was good, too, though no
match for last night. What I'm saying, Linda, is that I'm going to want
to fuck you again, ..."

"Oh, YES! YES! YES!" she interrupted.

"... and I think the chances are pretty good that it's going to happen
the next time the four of us get together, and maybe the next time after
that. But I don't want you to get your hopes up for fireworks like we
had last night."

"Oh, Jim, no maybe about it. I'm gonna need you so bad! I'll rape you if
I have to, but we ARE going to fuck. Next time, and the time after that,
and on, and on, and on."

"Oh, one more thing," Jim added. "You were so hot for me last night and
this morning I'll bet you didn't even think about using a rubber. Well,
I've been tested recently and I'm clean, so you don't need to worry
about getting some disease from me. I've got my fingers crossed that
you're clean, too. As for the possibility of knocking you up, I'm
assuming you've got that covered, one way or another."

"I don't care. I don't care. Knock me up if you want to."

"But while I'm on the subject of rubbers, I pumped lots of cream into
you last night and this morning."

"Oh, God, yes, and I still feel it in me."

"Yeah, well, when you get up you are prob'ly gonna start leaking.
Somehow you're going to have to hold it until you can make it out to the
hall, down to the bathroom, and onto the john."

Jim pulled away from her and rolled out of the bed.

"Let me see what I can do to help." He padded naked over to the door,
where he flipped on the light switch, then looked around.

"Ah, yes, here we are. Your panties, and your blouse, and here are my
jockey shorts. Put on the blouse, carry the panties, and hold my shorts
against your pussy. On the way back, wear your panties and bring my
gooey shorts back to me. Any questions?"

Linda was still lying on the bed, on her side and totally exposed to
him. "My God, Jim," she gulped through her tears, "I feel like I've got
a million questions, but you just threw every last one of them on the
ground and stomped on it. So I'll only ask one. I told you I loved you.
Didn't that mean anything to you? You said you loved me. Didn't you mean
it?"

"That's two questions," Jim grinned, "but I'll answer them both."

Standing naked in front of her he held up two fingers, then bent one of
them down.

"First question: We've been friends for many years. Of course your
feelings mean a lot to me. This may not make any sense to you, but it's
because they do that I felt I had to lay into you so hard a minute ago.
Linda, your world got turned upside down last night; but I want you to
be able to land on your feet."

He walked over to her and stroked her cheek with one hand as he
continued. "After all that passionate heat, what you really need now is
a splash of cold water. That's what I was doing, giving you a splash of
cold reality."

Linda groaned, "I don't want reality. I want you."

His hand was on her shoulder now. "Sorry, but I'm positive that a little
reality is what you need. Now, as for your other question, people often
say things in passion that they may regret later."

"Not me," she burst in, "I'll never regret it."

He pulled his hand away from her, put a finger to his lips and shook his
head, then continued. "I was in the heat of passion myself last night,
in case you didn't notice." His hand was back on her arm now, stroking
it lightly. "I probably did say I loved you, and if so, I'm sure I meant
it at the moment. Look, I am very fond of you, and I do have the hots
for your body."

Jim moved his hand from her arm to her back, and down her back to her
hip, then further down and stroked it up and down the outside of her
thigh. Linda moaned, rolled on her back, and spread her legs.

"Touch me," she pled.

Jim pulled away and shook his head. "No, this is important talk right
now, and you need to listen. I'm trying to tell you about being in love,
or not being in love. Linda, we weren't making love last night and this
morning, we were just fucking. I was so into my own passion I really
didn't give a shit what happened to you. And you were coming so hard and
so often you wouldn't have cared who was fucking you, just as long as
they kept doing it."

Linda shook her head vigorously. "No, I cared! It was only because it
was you. I wouldn't have been that way with anybody else."

"Whatever. The bald fact is I am not in love with you. Being in love
would be like feeling that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
I don't. Or at least feeling that I want to spend all my waking hours
with you for the next month. Again, I don't. Do you understand?"

"I'm trying. I will try. But it's going to be hard. ... Jim, darling,
you said you've had sex with lots of people, but I haven't. You have to
try to understand that."

She stopped, wondering if she should say the rest, especially after all
he had said. It was only a momentary pause because, despite his words,
she wanted to bare not only her body but her whole being to him.

"Kevin was my first, and my only, lover until last night. I always
thought sex was great with Kevin, but I've never, ever, had anything
with him like last night. So I can't help it if I love you, and want
you, and despite everything you've said, Jim, I am in love with you."

She reached out and took his hand in both of hers.

"No matter how mean you try to make your words, I'm yours, any time you
want me, anywhere, any way. I don't care what you claim about the first
time being the best. I'm absolutely positive that every time with you is
going to be fantastic."

"Well," Jim sighed, "at least I tried. Just remember, I'm not in love
with you. I'm not - as you put it - yours, any time you want me,
anywhere, any way. In fact, that trick I pulled last night worked so
well I'm thinking about another couple I want try it on real soon."

He pulled his hand away from hers and crossed his arms on his chest.

"Not only have I fucked lots of chicks in the past, I intend to fuck
lots of them in the future. Try to remember that every time you're
feeling the hots for me. You're just one hot fuck-hole out of all the
fuck-holes I plan to fire my spunk into. Now, how about you make that
trip to the can?"

Linda nodded sadly, managed to work her blouse down over her shoulders
and get her arms into the armholes while keeping her pussy elevated,
then struggled off the bed holding Jim's shorts tight between her legs.
Jim grinned in appreciation and his semi-erect cock rose a bit more as
he watched her bare ass sway out into the hall.

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

Most of Kevin and Linda's drive home was in silence, just as their drive
down to Jim and Nancy's house had been. But what a difference under the
surface. On the way down, their thoughts were in jarring discord with
each other. Now they were almost totally in synch. Both of them were
fantasizing about the next time they could get together with Jim and
Nancy; both of them were hoping it could be very soon. Both were horny
as hell; both were hoping to do something about that as soon as they got
inside their house. Neither was at all sure about how the other felt
about what had happened; both decided that they needed to talk.

"Kevin," Linda finally began hesitantly as he turned off the freeway at
the exit nearest their home, "I don't understand what happened last
night. I mean, I know what happened, but I don't understand how it
happened, or why. Can you talk about how you are feeling, now that it's
over?"

"So you mean it's over? That it will never happen again?"

"Oh, no, Kevin, I don't mean that at all. I mean, oh, I don't know what
I mean. I'm all mixed up."

"So you partly want it to happen again, and you partly don't?"

"Not exactly. But, Kevin, first I want you to tell me what you want."

"I can't do that, Linda, until I know what you want."

"And I can't tell you until I know how you feel."

"So I guess we're stuck. Unless ... maybe we can talk about our feelings
without saying where we want to go from here."

"Yeah, maybe," she agreed, "but we'd have to promise not to jump to any
conclusions about the other part."

"And how! We also have to promise not to judge each other."

"That should be easier," she pointed out. "I mean, things happened last
night, and neither of us tried to stop them. Either of us could have
called a halt to it, but we didn't. So neither of us have any right to
judge."

"True." He was stopped at a red light, so he turned to face her
directly. "OK, I promise to listen to what you have to say about your
feelings, and not to jump to any conclusions about what that might
mean."

"Thanks, Kevin. I promise to listen to your feelings, too, and not try
to guess what you want to do about them."

Kevin sighed as the light turned green and he pulled away. "OK, you
asked first, so I'll try. I'm feeling happy and satisfied in a way, but
not completely. I never in a million years expected to have happen what
happened, but at least one part of me is glad it did. ... I think that's
all I can say right now. Your turn."

"Last night," she whispered, "I discovered a part of myself I never knew
existed. It changed me totally. That scares me, but it excites me, too.
Today it's like I'm floating on a cloud, except I'm afraid I'm going to
fall through and crash to the ground."

"And are you glad it happened?"

"Oh, yes! ... I mean, no, I didn't say that. I ... I ... I'm sorry! God,
that must make you so jealous! I do still love you, Kevin, and I'll do
anything I can to try to hang onto you."

"You'll do anything? What if I wanted to spend some more time with
Nancy? Would you tell me I could?"

Linda nodded, then realized he probably couldn't see her do that. "Yes,
Kevin, yes, I would. But, Kevin, what if I wanted to spend some more
time with Jim? Would you let me do that?"

"Careful," he chuckled, "we're starting to go over that line."

"I don't care. Besides, I'm just asking how you feel. If I did want to
spend some more time alone with Jim, how would that make you feel?"

"It depends. If it meant I could spend time alone with Nancy I don't
think I'd give a shit about what you and Jim were doing."

"So you do want to spend more time with her."

"Fuck yes, I do!"

"And I want to spend some more time with Jim. I REALLY want to spend
some more time with him."

"Oh damn! This is great! I was so afraid you'd think it was all a
horrible mistake. I was so afraid you would never want to see them
again."

"Honey, I want to see them again as soon as possible! I wish we could
turn around right now and go back down there."

"Oh, fuck, that would be so hot, but we can't. I have to be at work at
6:30 in the morning, and you don't even have my uniform washed yet."

"I know," she nodded, "there's really no way before next weekend. Oh,
this week is going to seem sooo looong."

"But what if they have other plans? After all, we usually go down there
only once a month, or so."

Stricken, Linda thought back to what Jim had said about fucking lots of
gals; about trying his trick on another couple, real soon. Maybe they
WOULD have other plans. Or if they didn't now, maybe they would have
soon.

"We'll call them as soon as we get home," Linda announced resolutely.
"Maybe they don't have plans yet. Or maybe -- wait, I know! -- we can
invite them to come up to our place."

"Just one problem with that," Kevin pointed out, "Jim always wants to
have a few drinks."

"So? We can all have some drinks. You can go out and buy stuff this
week, then we'll be ready when they get here."

What the fuck? Kevin couldn't believe his ears. He guessed she really
meant it when she said she was changed totally. He was going to have to
do some experimenting with this new Linda. But best to let it slide for
now.

"OK, I'll take care of that."

"And I am going to have to clean up the junk room this week," Linda
said, suddenly turning housewife. "We need to make it back into a guest
bedroom, and put clean sheets and pillow cases on the bed, in case ..."

"... In case Nancy and I want to spend some time there," Kevin supplied.
He took his eyes off the road long enough to look directly at Linda.
"Are you sure that doesn't bother you?"

"Why would it bother me?" she breathed excitedly. "I'll be in bed with
Jim when it happens."

"Yeah, come to think of it, I might be spending a LOT of time there," he
grinned.

"Hopefully," she growled, wriggling up against him and reaching for his
crotch, "a whole night and half a day."

She started rubbing her hand up and down his hard-on as he turned onto
their block. "Oh, my, is this all for me?"

"Only partly, baby, only partly. But you're going to get it all in about
two minutes, as soon as we get in the house."

"Oh, I hope so, I really hope so."