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Hawk and Gretchen are finally going to take the cruise they've been
waiting almost a year to take. Join them as they rejoin Ted and Lisa,
as well as make new friends to form a spider's web of passionate heat.
And, of course, Death wants to join the party.

This has a real plot and three dimensional characters. It's more than
just a wanker.

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stories encourages me to write more. Remember to vote for each chapter
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The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

(c) 2006 by Wine Maker. All Rights Reserved.

Chapter Eleven: Dinner and Stuff

Hawk

When I finally got back to the cabin, Gretchen and Lisa were waiting
for me with open arms. I was whisked into the bedroom, stripped, and
all but frog-marched into the bathroom to clean up. For once, I was in
no mood to argue.

Lisa drew the bath and made the water as hot as was safe before she and
Gretchen helped me slip into the whirlpool tub. Then they washed my
hair. It felt sinfully decadent to let someone pamper me that way. I
should've told them to beat it and washed my own hair, but I just
couldn't bring myself to do it. My time with Gretchen had made me
understand that it was okay to let someone else do things for me, and
that complaining about it stole the pleasure from them as well as me.
So instead of whining, I simply lay back and enjoyed the attention.
When my hair was finished, they proceeded to bathe the rest of me.

Every time I started to tell them what we'd found in Skip's cabin they
shushed me. It was almost spooky, since both of them were usually rabid
to know what I was up to during an investigation.

"What's going on?" I asked suspiciously. "Have space aliens replaced
you both with pod people?"

Gretchen laughed. "No, dear. Tonight we're having dinner and enjoying
ourselves. I told the rest and now I'm telling you; I don't want one
word about any of that stuff. It'll wait until tomorrow. We came on
this cruise to enjoy ourselves and, for tonight at least, that's
exactly what we're going to do." She kissed me softly on the lips. "And
if you're a good girl, you get dessert."

I raised an eyebrow. That sounded promising. I looked at Lisa and she
just grinned silently. I turned and gave Gretchen a little grin of my
own. "Okay, I promise to be good. Have I mentioned how much I like
whipped cream with my dessert, though?"

Lisa laughed and Gretchen smiled wickedly. "We haven't determined if
you deserve dessert yet, so talking about whipped cream is a bit
premature." She held up a hand as I started to protest. "Besides, I
think there's going to be a lot of cream flowing tonight. I'm not sure
if it's going to be whipped, but I think you'll probably still want to
lick it all up!"

Lisa laughed again. "I think she topped you, Hawk."

I bit back 'No, but I wish she would' and just shook my head. I didn't
need to win all the time. Not with Gretchen, anyway. "You're right,
Lisa. Gretchen, honey, I'm going to be a good girl and earn my dessert.
No business talk tonight. I wouldn't want you to spank me."

Gretchen got a gleam in her eye. "You know, you're the second person to
mention spanking today. I might just have to find a paddle. Though
you're not in shape for anything like the time we made love in Kat's
office."

I laughed. "No, I don't think I could dish it out like that right now.
And if we destroyed the cabin like that office, the bill would be
pretty high."

Gretchen laughed again. They helped me out of the tub and dried me
slowly.

The soft caress of the towels quickly became arousing. Gretchen knelt
at my feet and ran the soft towel over my legs while Lisa dried my
torso. My nipples became almost painful as she dried my breast and my
breathing seemed to race in my chest.

"This is so unfair," I complained without much force. "We have to get
ready for dinner and you two are working me up."

Lisa glanced at Gretchen and then kissed my cheek and headed for the
door. "I need to go get dressed, if I'm going to be ready on time, and
I think you two need a moment alone. See you in a few minutes."

As the door closed, I pulled my wife into my arms and kissed her
deeply. Her arms rubbed my back as we melted against each other. I wove
my fingers through her hair and gloried in the taste of her mouth.

Only when she started down my jaw line and toward my neck did I growl
and push us apart. "Everyone's going to be waiting for us. I want to
toss your ass onto the bed and have my way with you, but it'll have to
wait. And there's no way that I'm going to sit through dinner all hot
and bothered."

Her eyes smoked at me as she smiled and turned to walk into the
bedroom. The sway of her hips trapped my eyes like a bear trap held
onto a rabbit. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and followed
her.

Gretchen was stripping out of her clothes, and I had to stop again and
watch her. By the time she was down to her frilly red bra and panties,
I was falling into that hot and bothered state I'd been trying to
avoid.

The graceful movement of her body reminded me how awkward I felt next
to her. I knew how badly I bumbled around the dance floor. I was only
graceful in a fight. She was poetry in motion. How in hell had I gotten
so lucky?

She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me as she sat down to do her
makeup. That smile melted my heart all over again. "You need to pick
out something to wear. I suggest something fancy tonight. We're all
dressing up."

If only she knew how much of a civilizing influence she was on me. I
wouldn't dress up for just anyone. "Fine," I grumbled, "but only
because you asked nicely."

I dug through the closet and pulled a set of black georgette palazzo
slacks and a silvery silk blouse with sheer sleeves. I considered
wearing a thong but decided with my belly it would look ludicrous. The
image of me in the thong started me giggling, and the idea that I even
knew what georgette palazzo slacks were made me laugh all the harder.

I was just starting to calm down when Gretchen poked her head out of
the closet. "What's so funny?" she asked, sending me back into
paroxysms of laughter. She shook her head and went back to getting
ready.

I finally caught my breath and settled on black panties and a matching
bra. As I slipped a pair of nursing pads into the cups of my bra and
settled it in place, I shook my head. I sure hoped these weird moods
would end when the pregnancy did. I was acting like an idiot.

"If you're done giggling, sit down and let me do your makeup," Gretchen
said as soon as I was into my underwear.

"I was not giggling, and I don't need any makeup," I objected. "I'm
already dressing up."

Gretchen simply rolled her eyes. "Sit," she commanded.

With a sigh, I sat down. She used all the obscure implements of female
torture on me. I hoped she didn't make me too girly. I hated that. This
was like playing dress up and I'd never been into that. I definitely
wasn't a lipstick lesbian. Thank God the hormones didn't seem to affect
that.

When she was done, I looked in the mirror and the first thing that
jumped out at me was the black eyeliner and the dark red lipstick. I
would've complained about it but all I could see was the way her eyes
shined at me. If it made Gretchen happy I'd just have to accept being
dressed up like a Barbie doll.

"You look fabulous!" she said. "I am going to be the envy of all the
other diners."

"Bullshit," I said with a smile. "Get over there and get that gorgeous
ass covered before I toss you on the bed and make us late for dinner."

She laughed. "Let me help you get your pants on and then I'll get
dressed." She helped me into my pants and shoes before slinking herself
into the fire engine red dress I'd been drooling over since she'd
bought it. She was so getting the full treatment tonight.

"You're a cruel, cruel woman," I told her as she modeled it for me.
"Now I'm going to need a bib all through dinner to keep from drooling
all over myself."

"It'll be worth it," she said with a wink. "Come on, the other's are
probably ready."

I followed her out into the main room of the suite, once again eyeing
her shapely ass.

Almost everyone was gathered in the common room waiting for us. The men
were dressed in sharp three button, single breasted suits of dark
tropical wool. None of them were quite the same cut, but there was a
certain similarity of style that suggested to me that they might have
picked them up on the ship. Ted and Keven managed to look suave. Earl,
on the other hand, looked like a couple of mob enforcers I'd seen over
the years. Big, tough, and surprisingly sexy. He didn't look anything
like a redneck now.

Lisa was decked out in a low-cut sapphire blue dress that clung to all
her curves. The sight of her quickened my breath. She was beautiful.
Ted was one lucky bastard.

I forced my gaze off her and took in Sandy. Her gown was a pale ivory
and studded with pearls. Unlike Lisa's, it buttoned up to her throat.
The formal look made her look so elegant.

Jo was dressed the most exotically in a deep green wrap-around sarong.
The way the fabric clung to her slender body and hinted at her assets
was most alluring.

The only one missing was Trish. I raised my eyebrow at Gretchen. "Did
we lose someone?"

"Not yet," she said mysteriously. "She wanted to let us get seated
before she joined us. Have a seat, everyone." She gestured at the
dining table.

I took a seat. "Isn't that just like a woman to make you wait?" I asked
Ted in a sotto voice.

He smiled back with a twinkle in his eyes. "Sometimes, but it's always
worth it."

I settled back and it finally dawned on me that the dining table was
fully laid out with plates and serving utensils. Platters of food were
probably under the silver domes that dotted the table. I raised an
eyebrow at Gretchen. "We're eating in and dressing up at the same time?
What gives?"

"It's a surprise," she said with a smile. "Just go with it." She raised
her voice. "Trish! We're all waiting for you."

The door to Keven and Sandy's bedroom opened and Trish came skipping
out. My heart stopped beating for a moment. She was dressed up like a
Catholic schoolgirl in a white blouse and dark skirt that swirled
around her mid-thighs. Her hair fell down her back in two long braids.

"Evening everyone," she said cheerfully.

I was speechless. When I finally tore my eyes away from her I saw that
all the men were just as stunned as I was. The women looked surprised,
except for Gretchen. That figured. I'd never thought myself susceptible
to that male fantasy, but the evidence that I was wrong was
unmistakable. In a flash I was wet. My heart started beating again, and
it was going a mile a minute, as if making up for lost time. Now I knew
what Gretchen had in mind for after dinner entertainment.

"Dear God in heaven," I muttered in awe.

"Thank you!" Trish said and started serving us.

Gretchen laughed and hugged me. "Surprise. Now, let's dig in everyone.
I'm betting we'll need the energy later."

It took a while for us to get into any kind of normal dinner
conversation. We ate and talked about the interesting things we'd seen
on the ship. I remembered that work was off-limits and kept myself
focused on listening to their stories of shopping. Jo and Earl had
visited the water park and were enthusiastic about getting in some
swimming. That actually sounded like it might be fun.

The seafood that someone had picked for the meal was wonderful. I
devoured my lobster like I was starving. Then I had a second helping.
The butter sauce was fabulous.

Half an hour later we had demolished the meal and Gretchen served us an
after dinner drink. I was shocked to see that she handed me a real
drink. I took a sip of the small whiskey she allowed me and eyed her
curiously.

"One won't hurt," she said. "Just relax and go with the flow."

I wondered when someone would mention what was going to happen after
dinner, but no one talked about it. I began to wonder if I'd
misunderstood when Gretchen took my empty glass and set it on the bar.

"Hawk," she said, "are you okay with this? Say the word and we'll just
retire to the bedroom."

I looked at everyone else and saw the excitement and uncertainty in
their eyes. I'd known we would be getting together with Ted and Lisa,
but this was a lot more. An honest-to-god orgy. I searched my emotions
and then I nodded. "Let's see what happens."

A silent exhalation let the tension out of everyone. I wondered how one
kicked off an orgy.

Gretchen helped me over to a couch and sat down next to me. "I think
the way to ease into this is for everyone to start with their own
partners. Trish, do you want to help me?"

Trish rose to her feet and sat down on the opposite side of me from
Gretchen, looking at her expectantly. Everyone else was moving to
couches and love seats, but my attention was focused on Gretchen and
Trish.

Gretchen broke the ice by kissing me deeply and rubbing her body
against me. My tension flowed out of me in a rush and I wrapped my arms
around her, returning her kiss with all the love I had inside me. The
wine she'd drunk made her mouth taste exotic and sweet. Our tongues
dueled in growing heat.

I was reminded that we weren't alone when I felt a soft pair of lips
tracing the curve of my neck. A wave of extra excitement flowed through
me like an electric current. I gasped in pleasure and Gretchen pulled
back a few inches.

"Kiss her," she whispered huskily. "Kiss Trish, Hawk."

Almost like I was in a dream, I turned my head and my lips met Trish's.
Her eyes were bright with excitement and her breath tickled my nose.
Her lips were soft and inexperienced. A wave of lust rolled across me.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as we kissed for the first time. She
smelled of strawberries and innocence. And desire. I felt Gretchen
kissing down my neck and unbuttoning my blouse, but it was almost like
it was happening to another person. Before I was really aware of it,
she had my blouse fully undone and was kissing the curve of my breast
as she deftly undid the clasp to my bra. My swollen breasts swung
heavily as she released them from captivity.

Her lips and tongue began working on my right breast as Trish broke our
kiss. The girl helped me out of my top and bra before swooping down to
capture my other nipple in her mouth.

I threw my head back and moaned. Her mouth was like a furnace on my
nipple. It felt like she was trying to suck every drop of milk from my
breast and suck my nipple down her throat.

Then she squeaked in surprise and pulled back. I opened the eyes that I
hadn't remembered closing and looked at her in sudden concern. A
trickle of white from the corner of her mouth told me what had
happened. Her eyes were wide with surprise.

"Sorry," I murmured. "I should have told you I was lactating. You don't
have to do that."

Gretchen turned Trish's face and kissed her. A subdued wash of jealousy
came over me, but I forced it back down. Gretchen loved me. This was
just fun. It was surprisingly easy to beat the feeling back as I
watched Gretchen go after my milk. Trish kissed her back
enthusiastically.

When they broke their kiss, Trish looked at me with her innocent eyes.
"It's okay," she said softly. "I was just surprised, that's all." She
lowered her lips back to my nipple and looked up at me. "Feed me, Momma
Hawk."

"I told you the cream would flow tonight, honey," Gretchen whispered in
my ear, "but I can tell you forgot that you have three sources to our
one."

I'd only thought I had a furnace between my legs. With Trish's and
Gretchen's words as fuel, I was suddenly on fire as Trish licked the
drop of milk off my nipple and began nursing at my breast. Her eyes
closed and her face became blissfully serene. I watched her throat as
she swallowed the milk that was suddenly spraying into her mouth.

Gretchen chuckled throatily. "I prefer my cream from a different
source," she told me, before kissing her way down my stomach. Her
nimble fingers quickly undid my pants. I raised my ass to help her
slide my pants and panties off. Then I turned to the side and lay down
on the couch. My back was immediately grateful. She then climbed onto
the couch and dipped her face between my legs.

Her hot breath was quickly followed by nimble fingers and her sweet,
sweet tongue.

"Oh, god," I moaned. I couldn't even see her over my belly so I focused
my attention on Trish. "Don't stop. Please."

Trish moved to kneel on the floor and resumed her after dinner drink.
She nursed for a minute and then let my milk spray on her face. She was
quickly speckled with drops of mother's milk until the flow subsided to
a trickle. Then she kissed me. Her mouth was full of milk and we shared
it in a kinky kiss, swapping it back and forth before she swallowed it.


Then she stood and let one hand play with the front of her skirt. Her
head hung in mock innocence. I wasn't fooled. I could see the lust in
her eyes. "Momma Hawk, I feel funny. Down there."

I laughed. I'd have figured myself to be the last person turned on by
this particular kink, but I was. "Oh, you poor little girl," I said.
"Let Momma Hawk see your owie."

She shook her head and scrunched her face up. "It's in my special
place."

A sharp groan momentarily pulled my attention back to the rest of the
room. It was Earl. He was sitting upright on the couch and Jo knelt at
his feet, her head bobbing in his lap. His eyes were on us, though. Or,
rather, they were on Trish. If he wasn't careful, Jo was going to get a
real mouthful.

Lisa was on the dinner table, of all places. Her dress was pulled up to
her waist and her legs were spread wantonly. Ted's head was between her
thighs and I knew just what kind of devastation he was laying on her.
She caught my gaze and squeezed her breasts. She really liked being
watched. I knew exhibitionism was her game.

Keven and Sandy were naked and he was lying on top of her on the other
couch, slowly fucking her. They were kissing and lost in their own
world. I took a moment to admire both of them and wonder how he would
feel inside me. I hoped to find out soon.

Gretchen chose that moment to lock her lips around my clit and slip two
fingers deep inside me, searching for my G spot. My eyes rolled back in
my head at the sudden pleasure. My wife certainly knew how to eat
pussy.

"Momma!" Trish said mock-petulantly, pulling my attention back to her.
"My special place is hurting!"

"Bring it here and let Momma Hawk kiss it and make it all better," I
said.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and I saw her mound pushing out the
plain white panties she was wearing.

I pulled her panties down and she daintily stepped out of them. Then
she flexed her knees and brought her pussy to my face. I used my
fingers to rub her swollen labia and then kissed her mons. The scent of
her arousal filled my senses.

Using my fingers, I opened her up and gazed at the fresh, sweet
womanhood before me. With a primal growl, I ran my tongue up the length
of her sex. I couldn't see her face anymore, but I felt her body
tremble and heard her moan. Then she was sliding onto the couch and
planting her knees to either side of my head, settling her sex onto my
mouth. The sudden dark under her skirt cut off my sight, but I dove in
with gusto. She'd saved my wife and I was going to show her how much
that meant to me right now.

She must've been on a hair trigger because she flooded my mouth with
her sweet nectar in seconds and ground her clit against my nose while
she screamed. "Yes! Eat me, Hawk! Suck my clit."

I wallowed in her sex, using my lips, tongue and entire face to
pleasure her. My hands held her hips as I tried to stick my tongue all
the way inside her. I was still trying when Gretchen pushed me over the
top and I screamed my own pleasure into Trish's slippery pussy.

Trish's fingers in my hair pulled me back to my task and ground my face
into her as I felt Gretchen climb off the couch. I returned to
devouring Trish and only came back to myself when several pairs of
hands helped slide a pillow under my ass.

I was wondering what was going on until I felt the couch shift with the
weight of someone heavier than Gretchen. My guess was confirmed when a
rough chin rubbed against my inner thigh. Then an unfamiliar tongue
split my sex.

Whoever it was, he was pretty good but was obviously too excited to
keep at it long. All too quickly, he moved to kneel between my legs and
I felt a condom-covered cock rubbing at my pussy. I was holding my
breath for the moment he slid into me when I felt another pair of hands
moving Trish's skirt off my chest. A pair of feminine lips quickly
began sucking me. I hoped she didn't mind my milk.

Then whoever he was, he slid the head of his cock into my drenched
pussy. It wasn't Ted. Whoever it was must be hung like a horse. Thank
god he was going slow and easy.

I threw my head back at the sudden pressure and Trish was off the couch
in a flash. She quickly knelt beside me and kissed me as my gentleman
worked his full length inside me. I felt so full that I was worried
he'd split me apart. When his pubic bone rubbed my clit it set me off
and I came so hard that he grunted at the grip I had on him. I could
feel the entire length of him as my muscles rippled down his length. He
held steady until I collapsed back onto the couch.

Trish pulled back and looked down into my eyes. "Thank you," she
whispered.

"Thank you for saving Gretchen," I said with all my heart. She climbed
to her feet and walked over to the table to join Ted and Lisa. No, that
was Keven and Lisa. Keven was slowly fucking her on the table. Didn't
she know we had to eat there? I laughed to myself.

I looked over my belly and saw Earl holding my legs and starting to
pump his cock into me. Jo smiled at me from my breast, a trickle of
milk running down her dainty chin. Jo stood up and kissed me. I don't
know that she'd ever kissed another woman before so I gave her my best
kiss. She must've liked it because she tried to shove her tongue down
my throat. Then she pulled back.

"I won't smother you like Trish did, but I want to taste you soon. I'll
leave you to Earl and go introduce myself to your wife. Nothing
personal, but she makes me hot and I want her to be the first woman I
make love to."

"Go have fun, but remember that I'm on your dance card," I murmured in
her ear. "I want to taste that sweet little pussy of yours tonight."

With a laugh, she ran over to the couch where Gretchen was laying,
already naked. Jo quickly shed her dress and the two of them fell on
the couch in a hot embrace. Ted and Sandy were locked into a sixty-nine
right next to them. This was getting hotter and hotter. Even though
Gretchen said she'd never done the group scene, I was starting to see
what she meant about some sex for fun. I'd have some thinking to do.

"Let me know if I'm hurting you, little lady," Earl said as he fucked
me slowly. Almost any other time, his words would have raised my
temper, but given where he was, I had to admit my temper wasn't what he
was raising.

I was used to his size now and I needed a long, hard fuck. His cock was
better than the strap-on Gretchen used on me, I had to admit. I used my
heels to urge his ass closer.

"I'm fine, Earl. Fuck me. Hard."

He complied in fine style. I discovered really quickly that he liked
dirty talk. I let myself go and told him in filthy detail what I wanted
him to do to me. He fucked me to within an inch of my life.

His hips pistoned as he drove his thick cock into me while his eyes
devoured me. I knew he couldn't last long at this rate, but that was
fine. I had more men I wanted to fuck and if we took as long as we
wanted, we'd be worn raw by the time we were through.

"Fuck my pregnant pussy, Earl."

Earl gripped my hips and fucked me like his life depended on it. I was
ready for him and had already come once when he stiffened, and I felt
his cock filling that condom with his come. I arched my back as much as
I could and squeezed him tight.

When he slid back out of me with a wet "pop" I motioned for him to come
up to my face. "That's mine. I earned it. Bring it up here."

He staggered up to stand next to my head, that massive cock of his
bobbing by face. I peeled the condom off of him and grinned at him as I
dumped his load into my mouth. He looked stunned. As if I hadn't just
proved I liked men sometimes. His come was very salty and a bit bitter.
I swallowed it and then tasked myself to licking his cock clean. I
couldn't get more than a few inched into my mouth, but I enjoyed his
reaction immensely.

After a minute, I slapped him on the thigh. "You fuck good, sport. Go
make some other lucky lady feel like I do."

With a shit-eating grin on his face, he staggered off to kiss Lisa
while Keven fucked her. Keven looked like he was getting close. Lisa
was laying flat on the table and writhing in pleasure.

I looked around to see who was free. Trish was sitting on the floor,
naked. She was eyeing me with lust and playing with herself. Perfect. I
motioned her over and she settled between my thighs. Her tongue was
gentle and soft. Just what I needed after a good, hard fuck. She would
nurse me to a soft climax. I wished I could eat her at the same time,
but the logistics of being pregnant prevented that.

Looking around, I took stock of who was where. The room was filled with
moans and cries. It also smelled of sex. The smell of pleasure. Keven
was staggering away to take a break and Earl was introducing Lisa to
that monster he somehow fit inside Jo.

I looked around for Jo and found her locked in a sixty-nine with my
wife. The two of them seemed totally focused on the pleasure of the
other. Jo was on top and her hands pulled Gretchen to her lips. I could
hear the wet sound of their tongues as they ate one another. I guess Jo
liked girls just fine. I admired their bodies as they writhed together,
covered in a sheen of perspiration.

Sandy was riding Ted, her head thrown back, lost in her own pleasure.
She looked glorious as she fucked the father of my children. Ted was
holding her up by her breasts, kneading them gently. As I watched,
Sandy fell forward and clamped her lips to his and undulated to a
climax.

I watched them all as Trish brought me off again and again with that
soft, slick tongue of hers. When I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled
her up and kissed her, tasting myself on her lips.

"You're a fabulous lover," I whispered in her ear. "Go tell Ted he owes
Gretchen a good fucking and bring Sandy back over here. I want some
more girl loving and I'm hungry again."

With a grin she bounced over to Ted and whispered in his ear. Ted
smiled at me and kissed Sandy. They slowly uncoupled and I could see
that he hadn't come inside his condom yet. That meant it wouldn't be
long before Gretchen was filled with his hot, tasty come.

I watched him slip between Gretchen's legs and unroll the condom from
his cock. Jo sat back, riding Gretchen's talented face and watching
lustfully as Ted slid inside my wife in a smooth thrust. Gretchen
groaned and wrapped her arms around Jo's waist. Jo's eyes quickly
became unfocused and she lost herself in Gretchen's talented tongue.

Keven rose back to his feet and walked over to me as Sandy and Trish
sat down beside me. "Does Gretchen like anal sex?"

I smiled at him. "Yeah, she does. You have enough gas left in the tank
to give her a good run?"

He smiled roguishly. "We'll see. Right now, I think I need to at least
get to know you a little first." With gentle hands, he helped me onto
my knees. I pulled Sandy in front of me and buried my face into her hot
pussy. Trish wormed her head under my belly and started doing the most
amazing things to me while Keven slid his freshly condom-covered cock
inside me.

I locked my eyes on Sandy and split her sex with my tongue. I was
amazed and how sexy her freshly fucked pussy felt on my lips. She
wrapped her fingers in my hair and urged me on.

"Eat me, Hawk. Taste that pussy."

My kind of girl.

Keven fucked me for a few minutes until I came.  He pulled out and came
around in front of me to kiss me. "Thank you, Hawk. Make my girl come
like a demon."

"My pleasure," I said with a grin and attacked Sandy as he kissed her
thoroughly. Then I watched over her head as he kissed Jo and pulled her
off Gretchen's face.

"Hawk want's your help," I heard him tell her. She grinned at him and
walked over to me.

"Gretchen eats me almost as good as Earl," she whispered in my ear.

"I'm better," I said smugly.

"Oh, god, yes she is," Sandy said as she shuddered beneath me. "I feel
like she's eating me alive."

"Move over," Jo commanded. "I want some, too."

Sandy laughed and moved behind Trish. Trish had moved behind me and was
lying on her back, eating me for all she was worth. She was
inexperienced, but I think she had a lot of natural talent. Sandy used
her fingers to pleasure my wife's prot�g��.

Jo lay down and scooted her sex to my face. I spent a moment examining
her tiny pussy as I slid a finger inside her. "How the hell do you take
Earl in here and live?" I demanded.

She laughed. "One inch at a time."

I busied myself showing her how much better I was at eating pussy and
she stopped laughing. She started moaning and writhing instead.

On the couch, I saw Ted laying down and letting Gretchen slide onto
him, taking him into her hot pussy. Keven was grinning like a maniac as
he knelt behind her. I watched him slowly replace the used condom with
a fresh one and begin working it into her ass. In a minute they had my
wife sandwiched between them and were working her in tandem. Her moans
climbed in tenor and she was shuddering in pleasure.

My view was partly cut off when Lisa stepped in front of me and lowered
her sex onto Jo's face. Jo enthusiastically reached up to lap at my
friend's wet sex.

"Hi, Hawk. Having a good time?" she asked coyly.

I laughed into Jo's sex. Pulling back, I licked my lips, tasting her
sweet nectar. "Hell, yes."

Lisa returned my laugh and slowly ground herself on Jo's face. Past her
shoulder, I watched Earl peel off his condom and offer his cock to
Gretchen. She opened her mouth and took an improbable amount of that
monster into her mouth. She grunted around it and began sucking him for
all she was worth. My wife looked beautiful as she played the role of a
hot slut lost in sex. The three men filled her every available opening
and started working in tandem to make her die of pleasure.

"God, that looks fun," I moaned before burying my tongue in Jo.

"You want to try it?" Lisa asked. "I didn't know you liked anal sex
with anything but that small dildo."

"Not now," I said regretfully. "Maybe someday."

"Let's take a break and just watch," Jo panted at me.

We broke up our all-girl love fest and took to the couch while Lisa
fixed us drinks. I smiled as I got a second whiskey. Gretchen was too
busy to notice. We all sipped and cuddled as we watched the three men
fuck Gretchen into submission.

Keven and Earl came almost at the same time. She noisily swallowed
Earl's gift to her and let him go. The two men staggered to the bar and
fixed themselves something. Keven discretely put his used condom in the
trash. Then they plopped down on the love seat to watch the show.

Ted rolled her over onto her back and started fucking her like a wild
man. I watched them, my eyes hungry. He was going to do it. He was
going to fuck my wife silly and fill her with his seed. This might be
the moment when Gretchen conceived my baby.

She wailed and came. Ted grunted in the little death and I imagined him
filling her pussy. When he slid off Gretchen, she pulled her knees up
to her chin and looked at me. "Oh, Hawk, I can feel his come dripping
inside me. I hope I get pregnant."

We all clapped and whistled for her and I got up, with some effort, and
knelt to kiss her.

"I love you," I whispered in her ear. "I hope you're carrying my baby."

Her eyes misted and we held each other, crying at the emotions.

The girls were holding their committed partners when I looked up. I
heard murmurs of love even as I told Gretchen just how deeply I loved
her again. Her heart was mine, just as mine was hers alone. Trish
watched all of us with eyes shiny with tears and a smile.

The women finally shooed the men off to clean up. Then they took me to
the master bathroom in a feminine herd and washed me again, cleaning
off the smell of sex. We washed each other gently, lovingly.

Then Gretchen and Trish got me to bed and slipped under the covers on
either side of me as the rest slipped out with kisses all around. I lay
on my back, exhausted. They snuggled against me and I kissed them both.

"Thank you, love of my heart," I said softly to Gretchen.

"I love you, Hawk," Gretchen said.

"I love you, too," I whispered.

"Goodnight, Gretchen, Mamma Hawk," Trish said sleepily.

"Night."

As sleep took me, I marveled at how the day had turned around. This
morning I'd been tracking a killer. This evening I'd had killer sex.
What a day!

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