Nothing Wild, the Conclusion

Nothing Wild, the Conclusion [part 3 of 3]
By: dubd

Author's Note : I apologize for taking so long on this part, but here it is. What happened is this: the first two parts were actually written as one part, but I prefer opening segments to be shorter so you guys don't have to invest too much time just to find out that you're not into the story. That's why they came out within days of each other while I wrote this conclusion. I got a note from one of you that I picked a bad spot for the split, but it seemed logical to me at the time, sorry.

Then, of course, the holidays came along and other commitments kept me away from the keyboard. Maybe I'll try to repost the first two parts if they've made it to the archives for those of you who are seeing this story for the first time. Send me a note and if I get enough, I'll try. I'm not sure if the website will let you do that or not.

Anyway, here it is. I hope you enjoy it.

Nothing Wild, the Conclusion

"Or, would you rather see a replay?"

Reggie disappointed me, "After the tub, man. I need a break."

The girls came through for me though. "No you didn't!" Pam cried, snatching the camera from my hand.

Angie was aghast. "Oh my God," was all she could say, joining Pam who was rewinding the tape to see if I really had filmed our orgy. The fact that she had to rewind the tape really should have been a clue, but there you go.

While they were busy with that, I said to Reggie, "You weren't surprised?"

"I'd have done it myself, if I'd thought of it." I guess that would be true. That psychic connection thing again.

"Oh my God, he did," Pam said, then held the camera out to me. "Erase that."

"Now!" Angie agreed.

"After we've watched it," I said.

Pam crossed her arms, "You butt!"

"Oh come on, no one's going to see it but us. It'll be fun."

"I don't see how," Angie said, storming out the slider to the deck.

"Men!" Pam agreed, joining her. I couldn't help but admire her shapely ass on her way out. How does a man get that lucky. Oh, yeah, "Pam, darling?"

She turned and snapped, "What?!"

"Nothing, but you may want to lose the black lace. I'm just saying."

She looked down to see that she was still wearing the crotch less panties. She quickly stripped them down her legs, leaving them where she stepped out of them, then spun on her heel, showing me the back of her hand as she headed out to join Angie in the tub.

"They'll get over it," I said to Reggie, who was looking after the women doubtfully. "Grab some drinks and I'll get some towels and robes."

"Will do."

I went into both our rooms gathering towels and robes provided by the resort, then headed out to the tub where the other three were already ensconced. I noticed that Pam was sitting closer to Reggie than Angie, which suggested to me that the wife swap might continue, perhaps even to sleeping partners. That was O.K. by me; I wanted another trip inside Angie's delightful cunt. Besides, I wanted a proper taste of her juices and have her cum on my tongue.

"I can't believe you taped us," Pam said as I slid into the water next to Angie.

"Hey," I protested, "I was taping a game of strip poker. I thought I'd get some naked tit and a flash of bush. Once things got going, I wasn't going to break the mood by saying, `Wait a sec while I turn off the camera.' What a buzz kill that'd been."

Under the water, Angie laced her fingers in mine, "He's right, you know. If anyone had paused, I think we'd have stepped back and not nearly had so much fun. I guess we have to forgive him."

Pam thought for a moment, then leaned over and kissed me, "You're forgiven. But don't ever do that again. Unless you, you know, tell us first." Then to Angie, "So, you had fun, eh? All of it?"

I think if we had the lights on on the deck, we would have seen Angie blush. Quietly she said, "Yeah, all of it. Does that make us lesbos?"

Pam laughed, "Are you kidding, we both love cock too much! It just makes you.um.open, I guess."

"So where do we go from here?" Reggie asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, is this a one night thing, or do we keep it going?"

I looked at our wives, to judge their reactions to the question and found that everyone was looking at me expectantly. When did I become the leader? "I have given that some thought in the last couple of minutes and I think that while we're here, this resort should be our Vegas."

"Our Vegas," Pam asked.

"Yeah, you know, what happens here stays here? Back home, we're proper married couples, with the possible exception of birthdays, if you want. We'd all have to agree to that ahead of time, of course. Nothing behind a spouse's back but, if everyone's agreed, while we're here, everyone's fair game. Though frankly, Reggie, I don't see us sucking each other's cocks much."

"I'm with you there, bro'," another knuckle bump, this time across the tub.

"Shucks," Pam said, ever the comic, "and I was so looking forward to teaching you guys technique."

"Another life, maybe," I offered. "Other than that, if there's a vacant cunt to be filled and you're up, fill it. Likewise, if you ladies see an available pole that needs riding, ride it. Just basically have fun as the mood strikes."

They looked at each other, wordlessly sizing one another up, and then all three shrugged and nodded in assent. Angie's hand let go of mine and wrapped itself around my still recovering dick. She spoke for the group, "I think we can do that."

"'Course, to do this right," Pam added, "we should all go commando."

"Goes without saying." "Oh, yeah." "Absolutely."

One more rule, I thought, "Skirts or dresses only for you ladies. Don't want to waste time wrestling with jeans and such." They looked at each other through the steam and the gloom and nodded their agreement. Angie's hand squeezed my cock and gave it a stroke. Was Reggie getting the same treatment, I wondered. My hand slipped between her legs which readily parted so I could massage her clit.

With my other hand, I raised my beer in toast, "Here's to you ladies walking bow-legged by the end of this trip."

"And here's to you guys not being able to touch your dicks to piss," Angie added. We tapped bottles to glasses-the women had stuck to wine-and took big swallows.

"Can't touch our dicks to piss?" Reggie said. From the contented sound of his voice, I had my answer about what Pam's hand was doing beneath the water.

"You know," Pam said, leaning in to tongue his ear, "you get fucked so much that your dicks are raw."

I barked a laugh, "That'd be some serious fucking. We should probably get to it, then. Let's go watch the tape."

"I have to admit I'm curious," Pam conceded, "but still can't believe you did that."

We lingered a few more minutes, each of us playing with our new partners, and then climbed out of the tub, toweled off and put on the robes. The girls' were suitably short while Reggie's and mine both sported tents that weren't standard issue.

We padded our way back inside and the other three took up positions on the couch across from the TV while I busied myself hooking up the camera. Reggie against the armrest with Pam on his left, then Angie leaving just enough room for me to squeeze in next to the other armrest. I hit play and took my seat.

I have to say, due to the static nature of the camera, the tape was a bit disappointing. There were some highlights though. On the couch, you understand, not on the screen. We got through the cock sucking by Pam-"I cannot believe you were able to do that," Angie said-and Angie's session on me-"Quick study," Pam said-to the point where Pam held the cards out to Angie and said, "It's your deal."

"What were you thinking there," I asked Pam as we watched the hand play out.

"That one of you gentlemen would eat her lovely and, I can tell you from personal experience, very tasty pussy." Angie shifted slightly next to me.

Then reality set in on screen and there was the "what now?" look on Angie's face.

Reggie laughed, "That expression is priceless! Oh my god! Well, what are you going to do now, girlfriend?!"

"That is exactly what I was thinking," Angie confirmed.

"What did you say here," I asked as Pam's screen image whispered into Angie's ear.

"You know we're both going to get fucked, don't you?" On screen, Angie nodded.

"Do we care by whom?" On screen, Angie looked at my image and shook her head.

The pup tent in my robe suddenly became a big top. I was suddenly convinced that this week would surely kill me.

We watched in silence for a while until Pam's head passed below the level of the camera lens. And when I prodded Reggie to fuck my wife, the view was blocked to the point that it was impossible to see Angie suck my cock the second time. As bad as it was though, we sat there transfixed until Pam calmly said, "What are you doing, Angie?"

I looked over to see that Angie's left hand was inside my wife's robe, clearly playing with her right tit. She pulled her hand back like Pam's breast was on fire, "Sorry! I'm sorry! I just thought, um, what you did felt so good that-you know-some payback." her words trailed off to nothing.

Pam laughed, shifting her position to face Angie directly, leaning back on Reggie who, like me, was staying studiously silent, "Poor baby. Are you still afraid these guys are going to think we're gay?" She reached out and took Angie's hand, kissing the palm before placing it back inside her robe, "I didn't tell you to stop, but I do like to be kissed before someone plays with my tits."

Angie leaned over and gently kissed Pam's lips.

"That was nice," Pam allowed, "but now kiss me like you want to. And then you can do whatever you like to me."

Angie moved in again but hesitated, "Whatever I like?"

Now it was Pam's turn to be unsure as Angie pulled the tie on her robe, but she said, "Of course."

Now Angie moved forward, planting her lips on Pam's for a passionate but not crushing kiss. Leaning forward, I could see their mouths open and their tongues fight with each other as Angie's hands opened Pam's robe fully, exposing my wife's incredible body once again. She broke the kiss and started working her way down Pam's body, planting gentle kisses on her throat, taking first one, then the other nipple between her lips. Pam shifted more, lying across Reggie and spreading her legs as Angie neared her goal. She had a hand behind Angie's head, gently guiding her south as kisses trailed down her stomach. Then Angie arrived at Pam's mound and hesitated again. Pam rotated he pelvis up, her cunt yearning for attention, but still Angie hesitated, "I don't know what to do.I've never."

"Lick it," Reggie suggested.

"Suck her clit," I offered.

"Stop, you two!" Pam commanded. Then to Angie who looked ready to bolt, "Play with me first. Use your fingers. Put one inside, if you want. That's it. Mmmm, that feels sooo good, that's right, right there. Do to me what feels good to you. That's all I did. Ooooh, yeah baby, mmm hmm. When your ready, take a quick taste, just a quick flick of my clit-gasp-like that. Use your tongue as much as you like, but for god's sake don't stop with your fingers. Ooooh."

Angie had scooched down the couch, crowding me so I shifted to give her some room. Pam had completely relaxed against Reggie, who was lazily massaging her tits, with her mouth open and her eyes closed making little happy noises. With Angie's ass and cunt presented to me while she ate her first pussy, quite well judging by the sounds coming from Pam, I took the opportunity to let my fingers go for a stroll and was surprised to find her pussy sopping. Suddenly, my cock was crying for relief so I dropped my robe and positioned myself behind this ebony vixen. I placed the head of my cock at her entrance and slowly pushed forward. Angie pushed back with an appreciative moan. Not wanting to disrupt the connection at my wife's cunt, I picked a slow easy rhythm which I hoped would intensify the experience for her. I reached under and pulled a belt end, allowing Angie's own perfect orbs to sway free. I leaned forward and cupped one as I fucked her.

Pam had shifted position again, draping one leg on the back of the couch and hanging the other off the front while twisting her body a little so that she could pull Reggie's dick out and give it a good tongue lashing and, of course, deep throat. God, she was sexy with Reggie's dark pole sliding in and out of her very pale face, all of it framed by her flaming red hair while the sounds she made became increasingly urgent. Her hips began to gyrate and a hand pulled Angie's head deeper into her cunt. If it wasn't for Reggie's cock filling her mouth, I think the office might have gotten complaints about her screams when she came.

Angie kept at it, riding out wave after wave of Pam's orgasm as I resolutely pumped her cunt. It was easily the most erotic thing I've ever seen or done. If it wasn't for the fact that I'd already cum twice that night, that would have sent me over the edge right there. As it was, I was perfectly happy maintaining the slow easy pace I'd picked.

After she came back, Pam stared at Angie in wonder.

"Did you enjoy that," Angie asked.

Pam didn't say word, but sat up and took Angie's head in her hands, being careful not to disturb our connection, and kissed her long and deep.

When she broke the kiss, Pam said, "That was incredible. I've never had anything up my ass before."

That stopped me. "What?!"

"Just before I came," Pam said, falling back against Reggie again, "she stuck a finger up my ass. That was intense!"

"Well, you did say whatever I liked."

"You guys-do that?" It was my turn to be surprised. That was one orifice that neither Pam nor I had showed any interest in exploring. Until now; and frankly it had me a little worried. I mean if it was a common practice between these two, then Reggie might want to-

"Don't worry, man," Reggie said, as if reading my mind. "A finger's a lot different than a cock. I don't think your lady's ready for that yet."

"You've got that right," Pam agreed. "But, on the other hand," she said, standing up in all her glorious nudity and holding out a hand, "my cunt's more than primed and ready. How about we go in a bedroom and you work on that bowlegged thing?"

Reggie took her hand and led her to what was his and Angie's room saying, "I'd be happy to fuck your cunt until you beg me to stop, milady," and closed the door behind them.

Hope you're ready for the long haul, buddy, I thought, wondering if these two would ever understand who Pam was. Angie stretched her arms the length of the couch, mashing her tits into a cushion and arching her back as I started up again, "Oooh, baby, that feels sooo good. Just keep doing that forever." But she sensed my concern. "Don't worry, her ass is safe. Mine doesn't have to be though."

She'd turned her head to look at me to see my reaction. I'd considered it but said, "I'd love to, but if Pam and I are going to do that, I'd want our first time to be together."

"Fair enough," she said. Then she pulled off of me and sat up in the far corner facing me. "Can I ask you something?"

I fell back against my own armrest, confused at suddenly not fucking her any more, but composed enough to say, "Shoot."

"In high school, you were pretty cute-still are, but in a different way-and I knew you liked me, but you never did anything about it. How come?"

I had an immediate answer, "Cowardice. Pure and simple." In response to her "oh, please" expression, I continued, "Look, you were homecoming queen, with those kinds of looks-which you still have, by the way-and I was a fireplug jock. I couldn't imagine what you would possibly see in me. I fantasized about you, though. By the time I got the courage up to make a play, you were already hooked up with Reggie. You both were pretty into each other and I wasn't going to mess that up, so, such is life. You snooze, you lose. If I'd have asked you, would you have gone out with me?"

She thought about it, "I don't know, maybe. Reggie was so sexy; still is. If I'd about your cock, I might have. God, the years we've missed." Then she leaned forward onto her belly, taking my cockhead into her mouth, "So, you fantasized about me?"

I watched, entranced as my cock vanished and reappeared between her dark lips. "Uh huh, still do on occasion," I managed.

She sucked me some more, getting me down into her throat again. After a few strokes she stopped and, like Pam, stood up holding out her hand, "Take me into your room and show me one."

***

I woke the next morning to sunlight streaming in the window. It would be a great day for golf, making up for yesterday's washout. I rolled over to check the time by the clock on Pam's nightstand and froze.

Angie lay in Pam's spot on her back with the sheet just pulled up to her waist. The hard nipples of her glorious tits rose and fell with a rhythm that suggested deep sleep and a small smile played across her lips. My own lips smiled as I remembered the conclusion of last night's festivities.

***

As soon as I had closed the door, I spun her around and trapped her against it with my own body, kissing her passionately. We could hear sounds of sex coming through the wall from the room next door, as well as the rhythmic pounding of a headboard against the adjoining wall, as our tongues danced around each other, like they were engaged in a pro wrestling cage match. I let my hands roam up and down her body freely, grabbing a tit here, squeezing a buttock there, massaging a clit on another pass, trying to avoid a discernable pattern so she wouldn't be able to predict where my hands would land next. I broke the kiss long enough to say, "Of course, at this point in the fantasy, you should have more clothes on so, I'll just use the time to explore," and planted my lips on her throat, running my tongue up and down behind her ear.

A little breathless, she said, "Go to it, Magellan."

I worked lower, down her chest; light kisses as I went, finally coming to rest on her left nipple while the middle finger of my left hand worked its way between the steamy folds of her cunt, which got me a hungry low moan. I moved to the other nipple, hard as a little pebble and distended, while my free hand played with the one I had just vacated. Her moans came more frequently and longer, her breathing quickened. I took that as a cue to move lower and so resumed my journey south, planting little kisses as before as I went.

Soon, I was at the juncture of her legs, overwhelmed by the heady perfume of her musk, as Pam must have been not so long ago. I took a moment to look up her body, to watch her face-perfectly framed by her ample melons-as I lifted a leg and draped it across my shoulder and took my first serious taste of Angie cunt.

She had been watching me as I worked down her body. Her eyes closed and she sighed, "Oooh," while my tongue made little circles around her clit and licked her lips. Her taste was different from Pam's, to be sure, but no less delicious. A second finger joined the first inside her and then a third. I reached up from my kneeling position to play with her tits some more and soon I could feel her wonderful pussy pulsating; trying to suck my hand up inside. I removed my hand, replacing it with my stiff tongue, fucking her orally while my thumb strummed her clit. It was amazing to feel her try to pull my tongue out of my mouth as her stomach clenched, her hands mashed my face into her pelvis, her one leg digging into my back and the other one becoming weak.

"Aaah, God! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Yesyesyesyesyes..ah, ah, ah, ah.ungh." Her mouth hung open while she tried to fold herself into a little ball while standing. Her cunt sucked my tongue all the while and I couldn't wait to feel that on my cock again. I rode it out, doing by best to support her body and at the same time make her orgasm continue.

Finally though, she couldn't take any more, "Baby, if I don't lie down, I'm gonna fall down. Can we go to the bed?"

"Absolutely, gorgeous," I said and swept her up in my arms. I was a little worried she wouldn't make it there myself. I carried her over and gently laid her on the duvet with her head propped against a pillow.

I stood there for a moment, gaping at this gloriously beautiful woman lying before me with her legs splayed-her pussy still twitching, I could see-her hand reaching out to stroke my cock. My hard-on had dwindled a little with no direct stimulation for a while and, as much as I wanted to bury myself in that sucking cunt, when I did I wanted to be a two-by-four. Fortunately, there was something I'd wanted to do with Angie from the first day I'd met her-yes ladies, it is that quick-and here she was in the perfect position. Would she go for it? There was only one way to find out so I climbed onto the bed and straddled her chest, laying my dick in her cleavage.

She knew what I had in mind immediately and pushed against the outsides of her breasts, engulfing my pale cock in her dark orbs. She lifted her head and opened her mouth so that as my cockhead emerged from the top of her tits she was able to give it a suck. Being careful not to apply too much weigh to her chest, I leaned back and kept her honey pot cooking. My cock quickly sprang back to life and, well, I don't think that Angie had ever really stopped coming when she said the words that every man dreams of hearing a beautiful woman say:

"Please, fuck me. Fuck me hard."

What could I do? I complied. I moved my hips down her body and without so much as a by-your-leave, rammed myself home. She threw her head back and arched her back, gasping at my merciless assault. I fucked her long and hard, changing positions when she came. Since I'd already cum twice, I was ready for a marathon and I wanted to feel her cunt suck me in every position I could think of. After she came in the missionary position, I rolled her over and fucked her until she came doggy style. Then on our sides from behind, I couldn't get enough. Angie seemed to be enveloped in one long orgasm at this point, making disparaging comments about my parentage in her passion. Finally, we found a position that I'd used only rarely: she on her back, our bodies perpendicular to each other, her legs draped over my upper leg and body when they weren't spread wide, while my hips pounded my cock into her cunt with wild abandon.

I could watch her tits bounce back and forth from the force of my thrusts. Her eyes were glazed and the only sounds she was making were little mewing noises. My hand slid down her leg to play with her clit while I never let up on my pace. I was getting close and wanted to feel her cum one more time. Her eyes squeezed shut and tears flowed out of the corners as she came, flooding the space between us with her juices.

I could hold back no longer, "I'm gonna cum! Shit! I don't want to yet!"

Suddenly, I was on my back and Angie had her open mouth above my cock, pumping me with her hand. My first shot had to have hit the back of her throat, and the second, but she didn't gag, just swallowed. Then she engulfed me and I coated her tongue and throat with jet after jet of spunk. I could not move any of the rest of my body, its whole purpose at this point being the draining of my remaining energy into my ebony princess. At long last, I was done. Angie continued to fellate me, cleaning my dick as it deflated. When she was satisfied, she released me and we snuggled up on the pillows.

"Are you alright," I asked. "I saw you crying."

"Did I? I don't remember," she touched her cheek to find I was right. Then she said, "I'm fine. It just felt so damned good." She fixed my eyes with hers, "I love my husband and we have a great sex life, but it's become a little repetitive lately. I haven't been fucked like that in a long time, thank you."

"You're welcome," I replied. "For what it's worth, I haven't fucked like that in a while myself. And I suspect if you ask Pam, her experience will match yours and Reggie's mine. A little variety should spice things up all the way around for everyone concerned. At least I hope so."

"I'm sure it will," she agreed. We fell asleep kissing.

***

I was pulled from my reverie by sounds coming from the kitchen. Six O'clock the clock read; who could possibly be up? I gently kissed Angie's nipple before getting up and pulling up the sheet over her sleeping form. Throwing on my robe, I padded over to the door and into the other room to find Pam, completely naked at the sink with her back to me. I pulled the door closed behind me, turning the knob so Pam wouldn't hear the latch click, and then snuck into the kitchen and up behind her before she knew I was there. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against me, nuzzling her neck, "You don't appear bowlegged yet."

"Mmm," she laid her head against mine as she continued rinsing beer bottles, "not quite yet. How about Angie?"

"Well on her way, I hope. So? Did you beg for him to stop?" I gently licked the side of her neck while my hand cupped a breast. My cock stirred and I was once more convinced that this week was going to kill me. I knew that I was going to fuck my wife at this sink in a couple of minutes and realized that if this week killed me, we all had to die of something. There are worse ways to go.

"Not quite," Pam said. "We got to a point where stopping made sense and I let him think I'd had enough. He fell asleep pretty quickly, but I could hear you two through the wall and suddenly wanted to come again so I had to take care of myself."

That got my cock's attention and it woke up some more. I moved my hand down to her pussy and began steeping the pot down there, "Like this? You could have joined us, you know."

"Mmmm, I didn't want to intrude." She was leaning back against me fully now, the beer bottles forgotten for the moment, "Besides, I know you've had fantasies about Angie for a while. Did you get to fulfill them?"

"One or two," I said. "The important thing is; did you have fun?"

She turned in my arms and kissed me hard. When we broke the kiss, I was a little dizzy. "Absolutely," she said. "I love that we gave each other the opportunity and I love you more than ever."

"I hear a `but' in there somewhere," I said when she paused.

"No, no, no but per se, it's just that while we have sex all the time, it's become a little."

"Predictable," I offered.

She seized on the notion, "Exactly! You remember that time on the beach? When was the last time we did anything like that? I miss that kind of spontaneity. Last night marked a come back of sorts and I love you for it."

"You and Angie should compare notes. Tell you what, why don't you turn around-like that--and put your leg up here," I bent her forward and lifted her leg, resting her knee on the counter. I opened my robe letting my fully awake member fall free and lined it up with her dripping fuck hole, "Let's see if we can get that feeling back," and thrust into her.

"Ah, Jesus, that's what I'm talking about. I love it when you fuck me like this! God! Fuck me. Oh, hi Reggie."

I looked up to see Reggie standing at the end of the counter, also buck naked, with a stricken look on his face.

"Man, I tried to give her enough."

I laughed, "Don't worry about it pal, it can't be done."

"Why don't you come over here," Pam suggested while I continued fucking her, "so I can kiss you good morning?"

He stepped over and bent down, kissing her on the lips.

"That's nice," Pam said when he stood back up, "but not exactly what I was talking about." She laid her body down and reached out for his, oh yeah, half hard dick and pulled him into her mouth. She began a pace to counterpoint mine, sliding down his shaft as mine pushed into her. We got quiet for a while as we fucked, the only sounds being Pam's contented moans and the slurping sounds coming from her snatch and mouth. I reached around to play with Pam's clit while Reggie squeezed a tit that was dangling off the counter. In no time, Pam had him ramrod hard and I thought that he was going to ask if we could switch positions. I was going to have to disappoint him though, I wanted to cum in my wife's cunt and I was getting close. A voice from behind me made the point moot though.

"Ordinarily," Angie said, "I like my morning off with some coffee, but since it doesn't appear that any of you horn dogs have bothered, I'll settle for a good fucking." She wrapped her hand around Reggie's shaft on one of Pam's backstrokes, "Can I get some of this?"

"Just getting it hard for you baby," Pam said somewhat breathlessly. "Why don't you two.mmm.use that chair so we can watch?"

Reggie retrieved the chair and sat down in it while his wife gave mine a tender kiss and said, "Wonderful idea, lover." She walked over to Reggie whose cock, like last night, stood straight up, and turned to face us. "I was too busy getting fucked myself to remember exactly what you guys did last night, but I think it went something like this." Placing the head of Reggie's prick at her entrance, Angie lowered herself halfway before having to try again; no foreplay, you know. As she raised up, a little brownish-pink fold of skin gripped the shaft and I watched her cunt lips stretch wide to accommodate Reggie's pole as she slid down again, further this time, but not quite there.

Observing her pussy try to swallow her husband's shaft brought me dangerously close to the edge and I had to turn my attention back to my deliciously fuckable red-head, which wasn't really helpful. Pam was resting her head on her arm, mouth slack, hair in disarray, groaning, "Ooooh, yes." I wasn't entirely sure if she was responding to what I was doing or what she was also watching, but I sensed she was getting close herself. If there was a way, I wanted us to cum together.

"How you doin' babe," I asked. "I'm getting sooo close to creaming your cunt."

"I'm right there too," she replied between pants, "just need a little something."

I looked over at our friends, seeing that they had made their union and that Angie was riding up and down happily while Reggie massaged her tits, remembering the night before. Below me was Pam's perfect ass and her not-quite- virgin rosebud and I thought, Why not? My left thumb found its way to my mouth where I sucked and spit on it like an infant, then it found its way to Pam's asshole. Her moans paused when my thumb touched her there, as if she wasn't quite sure what was coming. When I pushed it past her sphincter up to the second knuckle, she came positively unhinged.

"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh," she cried, her cunt walls clamping down on my cock, trying to eject me from her body. I didn't break stride though and that little extra bit of grip was all I needed to start flooding Pam's pussy with stream upon stream of cum. Pam's supporting leg became unsteady as she rode the wave, seemingly uncertain whether to push herself further onto my thumb or pull off of it; she sort of split the difference by rocking back and forth. My right hand grabbed that hip and I marveled that I was feeling her climax both with my cock and my thumb. We both crested the wave and she pulled off of me, standing to kiss me passionately before sliding down my body to finish draining my declining erection with her mouth while her own body continued to twitch.

From her kneeling position, Pam looked up at me, "I can see we have some exploring to do later." Then her attention was drawn by sounds of pleasure from behind her and she turned to see Angie riding Reggie's cock with hooded eyes and diddling her own clit. I could see Angie's cunt doing that amazing little sucking trick on Reggie's cock. So could Pam.

"Oh, honey," Pam said, crawling between their legs, "let me do that for you," and trapped Angie's little man between her lips, sucking it like a small cock, thrashing it around with her tongue.

I moved one of Reggie's hands and planted my lips on that nipple, watching what Pam was doing at the same time. Angie's hand grabbed my just drained cock and squeezed it hard as her body began to convulse. She cried out, "Oh my god, yes! Ahhh, yes. Oh, fuck yes. Ahhh." Her hand left my cock and pressed my head to her tit while her other pressed Pam's face against her cunt and her feet rose off the floor. If full penetration hadn't been achieved before, it was now.

Having experienced several of Angie's climaxes not so long before, I knew exactly what Reggie was feeling in his pole and didn't think he could hold out much longer. To make sure, Pam kept strumming Angie's clit with a thumb and took one of his balls in her mouth.

"Ah, shit," he cried and I could actually see his cock twitch inside his wife, which sent her off again. "Ah, fuck. Oh god, suck me. Oh yeah, fuck me! Christ, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Mmmm, take it all, baby."

Pam cleaned them with her tongue as cream leaked out around the sides. She pulled him out for a more direct taste deep in her throat before shoving him back into Angie's gaping gash to finish up. Their bodies finally relaxed and Angie's feet returned to the floor, Reggie's spent member popping out into Pam's mouth for a last cleansing.

Still seated on her husband's lap, Angie leaned forward to kiss my wife again, "Thank you, my love. I wish I had thought of doing that for you last night but I was wonderfully preoccupied."

"Maybe you'll get another opportunity, sweetheart," Pam replied.

I guess all worries of being thought of as lesbian had fallen by the wayside. Not that there ever was any real concern, of course, but if Angie was getting more comfortable with her and Pam's new openness toward one another, I sure as hell wasn't going to rain on her parade. I could see from the look on Reggie's face that he shared my thoughts. Without speaking, we made an agreement never to tease the women about eating each other out. It could only lead to more varied sexual adventures for us. Who's the loser there?

Once we all could stand again, we helped Pam finish cleaning the kitchen, suddenly in need of more cleaning than when she started, Pam had dripped onto the floor; oh well. I washed my hands before I started, but I kept catching Pam staring at my left thumb the whole time; hm.

***

Reggie and I played golf that afternoon as we had planned the previous day. As the greens keeper had said, the course was still soft from the rain but playable. And you couldn't beat the day; puffy white clouds in a clear blue sky. Well, I guess that wouldn't be a clear blue sky, but you know what I mean. Occasionally, we'd glimpse the lake at the end of the fairway or through the trees. Oh yeah, there it is.

The guys we were playing with drove a cart while we walked pulling our clubs on hand carts, so we had plenty of time to review the night before. We stuck to that time we were all together though, not violating the closed doors of when we were alone with opposing spouses.

After a brutal par five-both of us took snowmen-Reggie said, "You want to bet on this next hole?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Winner gets a double suck."

"From the girls, I assume."

He punched me, "Asshole. Of course from the girls. Did I really have to say that?"

I was laughing as I rubbed my arm, "Nah, just yankin' your chain. Sure, why not? Except, of course, you just crippled me with that punch so I get a stroke."

"Play through the pain, bro, play through the pain."

It was a fairly short par four and my approach shot landed three feet from the hole for an easy birdie. Reggie three putted and took a bogey.

"I suppose you're putting that down as a two," Reggie groused. "How about double or nothin'."

"Another double suck? I really prefer fucking."

"Yeah, so do the girls I think. So how about on this par three, closest to the pin fucks my wife in the ass."

"You guys really do that? Pam and I never have."

"I know," he said with certainty. "I wanted to last night and made the offer, but she wouldn't go for it. Something about that if she ever did, she'd want the first time to be with you."

It heartened me to hear virtually the same words I'd said to Angie parroted back to me from an at the time preoccupied third party.

He continued, "I didn't press the issue, so to speak, but if I were you, I'd be doing everything I could to tap that bunghole. Judging by her reaction to Angie last night and you this morning, that'd be some prime acreage to plow, if you know what I mean."

Thoughts that had already crossed my mind; but how to broach the subject was the problem. "Honey, get ready `cause I'm gonna fuck you in the ass now," somehow just didn't sound right. I'd have to work on it.

Since I'd won the previous hole, I led off on the par three. One-hundred and seventy-five yards and downhill, I made an easy swing with an eight iron. "It'll never get there," Reggie said, watching the flight. "Yeah, it will," I said bending over to grab my tee like the pros do when they've nailed a drive. As if that stupid little piece of wood was more important than where the ball was going because that tee is a lucky tee, dammit, and that ball isn't going anywhere but where I aimed it, so I don't need to watch it. I looked up in time to see it drop onto the rain soft green and plug four feet from the cup.

I turned to my competition, "Guess I'll be able to find it."

"Smartass," Reggie bristled. But flustered, his shot went wide and landed off the green to the right. Golf is about ninety per cent mental.

We let the guys driving get ahead of us as we walked down to the green. When I thought they were out of earshot I said, "Your wife's ass is safe. I'll settle for a solo three way with the girls." I thought about what I just said, "Does that even make sense?"

"Yeah; I think," Reggie laughed. "But it's a deal. What do you want to bet for next? Here, let me hit you in the arm again; your ball will just fall off the tee into the cup."

***

The wives had gone shopping again, we knew, but we expected them to be back by the time we returned after six, if not with dinner ready at least ready to go out. Needless to say, we were surprised by what appeared to be an empty condo when we walked through the door. Until we heard the sound of running water, that is. We checked the guest bath and found it empty. And Angie wasn't lying down as Reggie thought might be the case. Reggie and I looked at each other with understanding dawning. That left both women in the master bath.

We put our clubs down and headed that way when I saw the video camera still hooked up to the TV. "Hey," I said quietly, pointing to it, "you want to?"

"Oh, yeah," he agreed readily.

I unhooked it and checked the charge, remembering that we hadn't shut it off the night before. Fortunately, the camera had an automatic shut-down feature after it sat idle for a couple of minutes, so it still had about three- quarters of a charge. "We're good to go," I said and we headed for the bathroom.

"Hey," Reggie stopped me, "how much time on that tape?"

"It's a six hour tape," I answered, calculating. I rewound it to where we broke to go to the tub and checked the counter. As disappointed as I was with the quality of the record for that first session, it was an historic event for our little group and so deserved preservation. "We were at it, hmm, an hour and a half. Seemed longer, but there's plenty of tape left."

As we entered the bedroom, before opening the door to the bath, it was clear that at least one of the women was having a very good time. My wife, I thought, but though the closed door I couldn't be sure.

We quietly opened the bathroom door and, yep, it was Pam. From behind the opaque shower curtain came my wife's voice, "Oh, that's it, right there. Mm hm. I'm sooo close."

I took position with the camera aimed at the sound of Pam's voice and nodded to Reggie who, with one smooth motion, pulled the curtain back.

Pam was standing on one leg under the shower head, with her back against the wall. Both hands were over her head holding onto the pipe behind the head for support because the other leg was draped over Angie's shoulder who was eating my wife's pussy from a kneeling position as the water cascaded over their bodies. "Oh, the boys are home," my clearly turned on wife said wistfully. "And Bill has the camera again."

Angie paused long enough to say, "Of course he does," before diving back into Pam's muff. Nice technique; good finger usage; quick learner, I must say.

"Hi ladies," Reggie and I said in unison.

"So," Pam managed between gasps, "we got home from shopping-got some really, oh, nice stuff, mm, wait `til you see-and (squeal) we decided to take showers. Shopping's hard, mm, hard work, you know. So Pam-I mean Angie-says, oh right there, she says, um, `Why waste, oh, water,' and of course, ah ah, she's right. So we, um, we climb in together-" Pam's hips were rocking of their own accord by this point, clearly humping Angie's face as much as being serviced by Angie's lashing tongue "-and, you know, oh oh oh, we soaped ourselves up, mmm hmm, then we soaped each other up-oh god, I'm so going to cover your face then lick it off-then I soaped her pussy and she mine and then, aahhh ugnh, I kissed her and she played with my tits"-which were both very erect, I was sure to film-"and then she, um oh ahhh, she told me about this position you used on her last night and did I want to, ahhh ahhh, to try it? And one thing led to another and now I'M CUMMING ON HER FACE, AHHH, AH FUCK! OOOH, OOO OOO, AHHhhh.."

I got every buck of her hips, every clench of her toes, and every spasm of her stomach muscles as she passed through a crashing orgasm. I recorded her slow slide down the wall until she was face to face with who was becoming a very serious hobby and lean forward to clean her own juices off Angie's lips. I recorded that too.

They stayed there, playing with each other under the running water for some time, and I began to wonder if they were going to come out. Time for a little direction I thought, "Hey, ladies, why don't you come out of there, towel each other off and get on the bed? It's sure to be more comfortable."

They helped each other to their feet-well, Angie helped Pam more than the other way around-turned off the water and stepped out of the tub. Reggie and I handed them towels and I noticed that he already had his fly unzipped and his hard prick out. I realized that I was in the same condition, but I was holding the camera, dammit! I kept filming, trying to ignore my straining cock as the girls dried each other off, looking into each other's eyes like Reggie and I weren't even there.

"This is getting a little more serious," Pam began.

"Than simple playing around," Angie finished.

"You guys O.K. with that," Pam asked, breaking the eye lock to look at us finally.

"As long as you don't divorce us for each other," I began.

"You can get together as much as you like," Reggie finished.

The girls laughed together. "As much as I love the taste of your cunt," one started.

"Nothing is as satisfying as a rock hard cock," the other finished. It doesn't really matter which was which.

"Speaking of that, could one of you help me out?"

Pam looked down and saw the tent at the front of my trousers, "Oh, you poor baby." Zip, cool air followed by a warm hand caressed my member as it popped into the open air.

"We'll have to meet at your place, `cause of the kids," Angie said as they padded out to the bed.

"Mm hm. I'll buy some toys. I'm thinking a double headed latex dildo." Oh, man! If I could only get that on tape. To this point, their lovemaking had just been one working on the other. Now, as they stretched out on the bed, their hands began to roam at will. They rubbed their nipples together, their hands fingered the other's pussy while they kissed.

Through closed eyes Pam said, "How was your golf game?"

"It was great," I said.

"Who won," Angie asked.

"Define winning," I said. I had won most of the sex bets, but sort of choked down the stretch and lost the game by two strokes.

Angie eyed her husband, "You bet on golf? How much did you lose?"

"No money."

Pam's eyes popped open. "What did you bet," she asked cautiously.

"You ladies; our cocks," I stated simply.

"You did not!"

"Sexual favors," Reggie confirmed.

"I knew it," Angie exclaimed. "I knew it and I called it! I win!" She did a little jig on the bed next to Pam who rolled onto her back and crossed her arms petulantly.

"Whose idea was it," Pam wanted to know.

"His," I said pointing at a confused Reggie.

Angie was up on her knees now, "Yes!"

"Well," Reggie asked, "what'd you win, babe?"

"A three way fuck with you two, and she has to watch!"

"Oh, joy," Pam said sourly.

"Now, don't be that way girlfriend," Angie said, tenderly kissing Pam's ear, squeezing a nipple, "you know you were sure too. If it'd gone the other way, you'd be all up in it just like me." Pam turned her head to accept a kiss.

"You're right. I was just so sure."

"Babe," I said, "one of you knows men better than the other. You can run the camera," I suggested helpfully.

"Hmpf," she said, but turned to resume fondling Angie's excited body.

I got close-ups of a tongue duel, of my wife's full lips closing around a dark nipple, of an ebony finger penetrating a hot pink pussy and vice versa, of the first contact of Pam's tongue on Angie's cunt lips. I got them grinding their pussies together, a tangle of light and dark legs. I have to admit; I've seen that in porno but never quite understood what it does exactly. I can only guess it stimulates the clits somehow. They each experienced small orgasms along the way as they explored another body fully for the first time.

Then Pam broke free and turned Angie so she was lying across the bed. Pam was kneeling behind her head and leaned forward so that the only point in contact was their lips. Then she moved forward to kiss Angie's throat, which exposed her own throat to Angie's lips in a reciprocal fashion. Angie followed Pam's lead, sucking on a pendulous nipple when Pam sucked on hers. Further down Angie's body Pam progressed, spending time around her navel, building anticipation for what was to come, little gasps of pleasure coming from both women, both their snatches dripping with moisture. Yeah, I was sure to get that on tape.

Pam arrived at her goal but didn't dive in right away, content to use her fingers for the moment, "I've never done it like this before."

"What do you mean sweetheart," I asked.

"In college, when I did it with my roommate," she said, "it was like last night with us. I did her, and then she did me. I've never made love to another woman before."

Angie was also playing with pussy. She ran a hand up and down Pam's side, "Then this something special, just between us."

Pam smiled, "And the camera. I'm not in love with you, Angelique, but you should know I do love you." And then her tongue parted the dark folds beneath her.

Angie followed suit, "I love you too, Pamela, mmm.."

They settled into a slow, comfortable sixty-nine, alternating between oral and manual manipulation. One would push the other right to the brink, then pull back, prolonging the feeling until it receded, only to begin building again. I knew I was capturing something unique. The profession of love coupled with the obvious demonstration of that love being played out before Reggie and I nearly brought a tear to my eye. I thought the night before was the most erotic experience of my life, either as a witness or participant, but this anything heretofore hands down. The skill these two ladies displayed, flipping switches on and off was something to behold. They'd use their hands to play with nipples, either their partner's or their own only to return, spreading ass cheeks to access a patch of previously untouched flesh. I actually got a close- up of Pam's asshole opening to accept Angie's tongue as it was rimmed.

Reggie was stroking himself absently in rapt fascination, watching his wife make love to another woman the way he wanted to. At least I think so; I know it's how I wanted to. I sidled over and whispered, "You taking notes buddy?"

He leaned in and whispered directly into my ear, "You know it! I want to fuck one of them so bad, but I don't want to break their spell."

And a spell was exactly what they had cast, I was entirely mesmerized. I couldn't take my eyes or the camera off the two hottest women I'd ever known, even if I had wanted to. "Wait until they cum," I whispered back, "and then we'll ask if they want a dick right now."

And we wouldn't have long to wait. Each trip up the climb was closer to the precipice and each retreat didn't come back as far as the last. Their hips ground in time to their moans until Pam fell over the edge in response to a finger worming its way into her ass again, arching her back and plunging her tongue deep into Angie's hole, chasing a deep moan of longing that set Angie off. She too tried to fuck her partner with her tongue while she appeared to be trying to escape Pam's assault and hold on at the same time. They drank each other's nectar a long time, not wanting to give up their connection with one another, until they collapsed, Pam on top of Angie, exhausted.

Catching her breath, Pam wondered, "Why is everybody suddenly so interested in putting things in my ass."

"Because you cum so hard when we do," Angie said. "It's a thing worth seeing."

"Here, here," I croaked.

"Pam," Reggie said, already positioned behind her, waiting for permission to climb onto what had suddenly become their bed, "I promise not to fuck you in the ass, but if you can take a little more, I'll fill your pussy with something larger than a tongue."

Pam gave him mock exasperation, "Oh Reggie, if you must." But she raised her hips, presenting her swollen and dripping cunt lips in a clear invitation.

"Hey," Angie protested, "what about me?"

I'd thought of that, "I've got you covered, Angie if I can pull you a little closer to the edge of the bed, like that, and Pam if you can resume your position you can help me with her legs so she doesn't fall off while I keep filming."

"Certainly Mr. De Mille," Pam said tartly followed by a rapid intake of breath as Reggie wasted no time burying himself in her waiting snatch. The look on her face made a nice shot. "Damn, I never get tired of being invaded like that!"

I pointed the camera downward and aimed my cockhead at Angie's entrance, wishing I had slow motion as I slid inch by inch into her silken channel. Once again, as I seemed to every time I entered this beautiful woman, I paused relishing the feeling of being home before setting about a pace to prolong our pleasure. I didn't know how long I could last, nearly losing it more than once watching the girls go at it and with her highly sensitized and uniquely energetic cunt ready to go off at any time, but I would take what I could get.

"Oh, damn baby girl," Reggie cried looking down. "She's licking me while I fuck Pam."

"And my, um shit, clit," Pam managed while fingering Angie's clit. Every once in a while she'd sneak in a lick herself, but timing was an issue as my pelvic bone was more of a threat to her nose than Reggie's balls were to Angie.

"That's it baby, ungh ah my balls, ah yes."

Angie began to cum, that familiar sucking sensation pulling me in deeper and squeezing my cock milking me again. Would I ever get tired of the feeling? I'd like to die finding out. Evidently, when she came Angie clamped down and tried to suck Pam's clit out of her body, setting her off. She squealed her pleasure, her whole body quivering in release and I could hold back no longer filling Angie's chamber with a gush of cum. A couple of pumps and I pulled out, my next geyser shooting into Pam's open mouth followed by my cock for a few strokes then back into Angie's throbbing gash until I was empty.

I looked up in time to see Reggie pull his thumb out of Pam's ass as he impaled her cunt again to finish inside her. Evidently he had also given Angie a taste mid cum. Pam collapsed for good this time and rolled off of Angie and uttered a word I never thought I'd hear: "Enough."

I reached down and stroked my wife's tit nearest me, watching her legs twitch uncontrollably every time I strummed a nipple. She lay there panting, an arm flung across her eyes.

"I guess I was wrong," I said, "It can be done. It just takes four people. You know, including her. And a thumb up her ass."

"My ass," Pam moaned. "All these years, all that sex, I never knew." She raised her arm and fixed me with desperate eyes, "We have some work to do."

"Anything you want my love," I said. "Who's ready for dinner? Well, except for clothes."

***

The week progressed as you might imagine, with the camera becoming the fifth member of our little group. I had to buy another tape. We'd film a session, then that night review what we'd filmed which, of course, would lead to another session. I won't relate every tryst, but there were a few memorable highlights I will relate. Oh, and one truly ground breaking occasion I will detail.

Regarding the bets Reggie and I made, the girls happily paid them off. I never believed that I could enjoy a blow job by itself if there wasn't at least some fucking involved, but I was wrong. How do I describe the double suck?

I was on my back on the bed with Angie and Pam running their lips up and down the sides of my cock. Between the two of them, my cock was completely enveloped, their lips touching on the top and underside. When they'd get to the top, they'd have a tongue duel across the tip. Then they started feeding just the knob to each other, the one rotating her mouth around the head while ran her lips down and up the shaft to receive the head while the other ran down and up the shaft. It was hypnotic. They continued that pattern when they progressed to deep throating me. My, but Angie had learned well. The pattern even held when I came, the first spurt into one mouth, the second into the other and so on. The tape-we've since burned them onto DVDs on the home computer, of course-that Reggie made still makes me cum every time I watch it.

My three-way was unbelievably fun. The girls wore lingerie and garters that didn't need to be removed to get to all the fun parts.

Reggie fucked Pam on the balcony for all the world to see. If it had been daylight; it was a family resort and we didn't want to give any children an unnecessary education. Lights off in the condo and on the balcony, I tried to tape it. The camera had a low-light feature, but the problem was that while Pam's pale skin showed up fine, Reggie was just too dark for the lens to see. We still have the tape though and pull it out every now and then to laugh at. The sight of Pam clutching the rail with her tits jutting out into space, trying to cum quietly, while her ass jiggles for no apparent reason is hysterical beyond words. I'm thinking of sending it to Americas Funniest Videos.

One bet on the back nine recalled the fifth green. We were on a par three, so it was another closest-to-the-pin bet. Every up-scale golf course has a signature hole. A spectacular view, a water feature, landscaping, what have you. The fifth on this course was a long par five. The last one-hundred and fifty yards of it dropped into a valley to a small green surrounded by water fed by a year round creek and backed by a tall man-made waterfall. It was beautiful. The bet was to fuck one of the wives on that green at sunset.

"Which one," Reggie asked.

"Don't care," I replied, though I didn't know how Angie felt about al fresco sex.

I won that one too. When I told the ladies about it, they were both excited to be the one I chose. We decided to flip a coin. I'm sure the greenskeeper figured out why there were four dents that looked suspiciously like knees in the green when he found the sneaker that Angie dropped in the dark. Pam actually won the toss, but Angie complained that she'd never fucked in the open before. Pam happily agreed to keep Reggie occupied while we were gone.

Then there was the day that we stayed in the condo. Angie was out on the balcony, reading a book. Reggie walked past Pam, who was bent over the table at the waist reading a newspaper, just as I came out of our room. Something clearly had her attention because she didn't even look up as Reggie passed and went into his room. She had her back to me with her legs crossed at the ankles and, positioned as she was, the small skirt she wore barely covered her ass. I was suddenly hard as rock. I slipped back into our room, grabbed the belt to my robe and snuck up behind her. In one quick motion, the belt was over her eyes and tied behind her head. Not too tight, but tight enough.

"Hey!" She reached up to pull the blindfold off, but I stopped her pinning her hands to opposite edges of the table with mine, squeezing them to say without words that that was where they were to stay.

"Not fair," she complained as I slid my hands under her tee- shirt to mash her unfettered breasts. She did uncross her legs though and started to moan when I lifted her skirt to finger her cunt. She moaned louder when I spread her cheeks and replaced my fingers with my tongue. She was beside herself when I stood up-she must have heard the zip-and slammed into her, remembering her earlier comment about being taken hard. I looked up from my unrelenting attack to see Angie leaning against the door jamb to the balcony, fingering herself as she watched her friend get fucked like a slut, her friend crying for me to fuck her harder, gripping the table like a drowning woman clutching a life ring.

She was getting close and so was I. I wanted her helpless for a couple seconds so I could get back to our room and enter like nothing had happened; keeping her in the dark, at least for a little while, about just who it was that had fucked her. I pulled out and thrust my thumb into her pussy, getting it good and wet. Just as fast, I speared her again and lined my thumb up with her asshole.

"Oh, no," Pam whimpered as realization dawned. Her fear was confirmed when I mercilessly plunged my thumb in and started fucking her with it like my cock fucked her cunt. "Aaaahhhh." she cried, trying to pull the edges of the table together while her hips bucked up and down, fucking me back.

That set me off and I filled her with about a gallon of cum. O.K., maybe not, but it was a lot. I finished first and took the opportunity to pull out and retreat to our bedroom leaving her on the table still cumming. Reggie was standing at the door of his room grabbing the front of his shorts and shaking his head. I zipped up and opened the door as if I'd just come out.

"Pam? Are you alright?" My voice was full of concern as I watched my wife slowly recover. Her legs were still spread, her twitching cunt seeping semen down her leg as she propped herself up on an elbow and pulled the robe belt from her eyes.

"I heard you yell," Reggie said playing along, bless him.

Still not able to stand, she glared at us over a shoulder holding up the belt, "Whose is this?"

I walked over and took it from her as if to study it. "No way to tell," I said balling it up and shoving it into my back pocket.

She looked to Angie, who had just finished her own orgasm, "Well?"

With a little grin Angie said, "I'll never tell." Bless her.

I changed the subject, "You're leaking, Hon. I'll go get a towel, or something," and retreated to the bedroom.

I paused at the door for one more look at my ravaged beauty only to see her drape herself across the table again saying simply, "God, that was so hot!" And then, "Who wants to do me next?" Oops. The guy who doesn't do it is, of course, the guy who did it, having just cum seconds before. Not an idiot, my wife. Damn.

***

Through the week, Reggie and I swapped wives instead of rooms; or slept with our own wives, whatever the mood dictated. It was a wonderful week of open marriages that allowed all of us to explore whatever sexual adventure appealed