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A Clear View

By: orie



Looking at a flat surface, you often just see the smooth reflection of light. If you take a different angle, you begin to see the scratches and imperfections. Life can make you shift your perspective. When that happens, new worlds appear.

*** 

The first week in August was sacred in their individual calendars. Nothing was booked, no appointments set, no meetings on the docket—this week was theirs alone.

For over twenty-five years the four couples had been gathering at the house on Cape Cod. The week was devoted to beach time, eating drinking time and just enjoying being with each other. They cherished their ability to pick up their relationships despite not having been together for a year. 

Each one took comfort in each other. Agreeing that not many can sustain friendships over decades, the eight people attributed part of this closeness to the fact each couple remained married. Too many of their friends had divorced, with the division of friends often being part of the final settlement. 

At least that's how Bryan had used to view his friendships. Solid and forever. Bryan was soon to discover that this week would expose things to a new light. Although he knew no marriage was perfect, he never before saw all the cracks and flaws. This week he would develop a clear view of reality. 

Bryan did not attend last year, since it was barely three months after Judy's death. The other three couples had debated cancelling, but in the end it was a text from Bryan that said he would be deeply hurt if they did not gather in August. He only asked to remember him and Judy in a toast. It was their tradition to have their first dinner together on a Saturday evening and toast Jim, the lone unmarried member of their group, who passed away. 

They all agreed and now Jim and Judy would be remembered. They called Bryan and all tried to talk to him over the cell phone's speaker. Not much communication occurred, but all felt better for reaching out. 

Although he never mentioned another reason to his friends, Bryan had decided to stay away because he was trying to reconcile the closeness of these long-time friends with his suspicion that one of them had been sleeping with his wife. Those suspicions were unresolved, but he could not imagine not having these people in his life.

Bryan was planning to be in attendance this year. He talked to Bob, the owner of their reunion house, and insisted that he take the small bedroom with the bunk beds and give up the big room with the queen. For years, Mark and Sasha took the bunk beds. After some back and forth, Bob agreed. 

They arrived between 2 and 4 on the appointed Saturday. The forecast for the week was sun and high 80s. Perfect beach weather.

After getting settled, they made their ways to the large deck. Bob had the beer and wine iced, and set out six dozen steamers with bowls of broth and melted butter, and a dish of red grapes on the big picnic table. Somehow this tradition had developed and each week began with the same menu. Following the steamers, dinner would be steamed lobsters, corn on the cob, garlic mashed potatoes and garden salad, accompanied by unending loaves of crusty French bread. Mark was in charge of the wine and always supplied too many bottles of crisp Chardonnay that somehow were consumed by the end of the evening. Dessert just had to be blueberry pie, delivered by Bryan from a bakery in Maine, along with lots of Walpole vanilla ice cream.

After an initial awkwardness because of Judy's absence, they soon resumed their ease as long-time friends and the laughter and multi-tiered conversations spilled over into the pines bordering the cedar-shake house.

Dinner, dessert and drinking occupied them until late. By midnight, all were in bed. Bryan crawled into the lower bunk slightly drunk and more than a little melancholy. Judy loved coming as much as he did and her presence was overpowering in its absence. Sleeping in a new room after all these years also added to his discomfort. After tossing and turning, he finally dozed off close to 2 am.

Up early, Bryan headed out for his morning five miles. He loved the contours, hills and unique vegetation of this part of the Cape. Truro was the last town before Provincetown and still one of the least developed parts of the Cape, although the last two decades of growth filled in many once open spaces.

He arrived home to a still quiet house. He stripped in his room and wrapped a towel around him, made his way outside and down the cedar walkway to the outdoor shower. The shower was essentially a redwood wall attached to the house with a floor of cedar boards. Two showerheads hung from the foundation, the redwood wall blocked visibility from the house and neighbors and the back was open to the thick stand of pine trees. Everyone loved the feeling of being so exposed and yet so protected. 

He washed and let his hand linger on his member. Since Judy died, his hand constituted his entire love life. He stroked himself, enjoying the sensation as he grew in length and girth. When he was fully erect, he stroked harder, pushing himself closer to the inevitable.

This time he stopped. He just didn't feel right cumming here in the shower, with all his friends nearby. Maybe later in his room he could finish and find a few seconds of relief.

He turned the water off and stood looking out over the trees while his body dripped dry. It was warm for the morning and the sun filtered through the branches. The air moved across his naked body and played along his sensitive sex. He toweled his hair and smiled, looking down at his still engorged dick.

"Sorry old fellow," he thought. "I'll take care of you later."

He turned to go and was about to wrap the towel around his waist, when Sasha turned the corner of the stall.

They both made a startled sound. Sasha looked at him and then her eyes traveled down.

Neither one moved. Bryan looked at her wrapped in a bath towel with a toiletry caddy in one hand. She continued to stare at his erection.

Trying to break the tension, Bryan said, "Uh, Sasha, my eyes are up here," thinking that old line would crack her up.

She looked up, her mouth still slightly open, and looked back down.

"Sasha, hello."

"Jesus, Bryan, you still get those," she said.

"What?"

Pointing at his hard dick, she said, "That."

"Well, I am a guy. So, hard-ons happen."

"Not necessarily," she added.

*** 

Sasha and Mark were married longer than any of them. All the guys were classmates in high school. They maintained their friendship through college, since they attended state university together. When they were college seniors, Mark met Sasha. She was only a sophomore in high school and the sister of one of their day student friends. He used to invite his friends over to his house where his Russian mom would cook unbelievable amounts of great food. Sasha helped her mother serve dinner. She liked to sit with the guys and listen to their college stories. 

She was simply beautiful. Of average height, she was dark-complected with deep brown eyes. As a young teenager, Sasha was slender and toned. Her long dark hair reached midway down her back and moved sensuously as she walked around.

She just turned sixteen and began to exhibit a womanly figure. Her small butt, usually hidden behind tight jeans or snug shorts, beat out an exotic tattoo with every step. Her breasts pushed against the thin polo shirts she favored. They did not appear huge, but demanded attention, especially from testosterone laden college boys. Sasha played field hockey and her legs were muscled and shapely.

All the guys held a crush for her, but they were reluctant to take a step because of her age and. her domineering mother. She would bark orders to Sasha in Russian and debate was not an option. Her mother eyed the hulking masses of boyhood suspiciously as her daughter navigated among them. Sasha's father was Italian by ancestry. He just glowered a lot at any boy near Sasha.

Mark screwed up his courage and asked her to his senior prom. There was much discussion with her parents, but in the end her brother vouched for Mark. He also had to agree to double date with them and swear he would keep his sister in sight the entire evening. 

True to his promise, her brother stood guard over her virtue the entire night. It was not an easy task since many of the other guys circled her with a look that indicated they smelled fresh meat. To her credit, Sasha ignored all of them except for Mark. They danced every dance and had a great time.

Afterwards, they dated—with plenty of supervision and many not so veiled threats from both momma and papa--and found they were a perfect match. Mark and Sasha continued seeing each other after he graduated, since he stayed for a summer job at the college. After she finished high school, she elected to attend college in the same town where Mark was now teaching. They developed their relationship and married at the end of her freshman year. Each was a virgin and Bryan believed neither had ever enjoyed serious temptation or strayed off the marital path since that time.

*** 

Sasha was now openingly staring at a naked Bryan.

"I think I should cover up, Sasha," Bryan said.

The normally conservative and shy woman replied.

"Could you leave it out for a couple more seconds?"

Although shocked, Bryan complied and busied himself by drying his hair and back. Sasha kept staring. Looking at her expression that seemed to straddle the border between curiosity and lust, Bryan dared to run his hand up and down his shaft. Sasha sighed deeply.

Seeing that she was not repulsed, he moved it a few more times. Sasha watched intently.

"Thanks, Bryan. It's just I haven't seen a hard dick in a long time. Actually, this is only the second real adult erection I have ever seen. God, it's a nice one. I love the way it bounces when you were drying yourself. Also, it's cool how it sort of curves up a little toward your tummy."

Sasha's attention did nothing to alleviate his condition. He stroked it twice more and Sasha closed her eyes as if sealing in the vision. He slowly pulled the towel around him, the tent looking obscene in the front.

"What are you going to do about that?" Sasha asked.

"Oh, probably nothing. Just wait until nature takes its course." 

"It's like wasting a natural treasure."

Not knowing how to reply, Bryan shrugged.

"If you want, you could finish here," she said.

Bryan was sure he had not heard her correctly. Was she really inviting him to masturbate in front of her?

"Uh, I think maybe I'll just head back inside."

With a long sigh, Sasha said, "Well, thanks for a morning treat. I think I may be in this shower a little bit longer than usual. I do have business to attend to."

Bryan blushed at her frank admission that she probably was going to masturbate. 

"Uh, ok, yeah, I get it."

Sasha flashed her mega-watt smile. "Always knew you were a bright one."

"Sasha," he asked. "What do we tell Mark?"

"Well, I'm gonna tell him I caught you in the shower and enjoyed the hell out of it."

Bryan nodded, but wondered if she were being serious.

"Now, run along so I can start my shower and, well, other stuff."

He slipped into his flip-flops, picked up his shaving kit and turned to head back to the house. 

"Bryan?"

He turned back to look at her.

"You know if this ever happened again and you want to finish, I wouldn't be offended."

Bryan could only nod and smile. 

He turned and left.

Fortunately, no one saw him and he made it to his room without having to explain why his towel looked like the tent at the circus.

*** 

Sitting on the deck and enjoying his morning coffee, Bryan heard the screen door slide open.

Mark came out on deck with his own coffee and a plate piled with two bagels slathered with cream cheese and lox, adorned with capers and chopped onion.

With a low groan, he eased himself into an adjoining lounge chair.

Bryan looked at his friend. Mark was once the skinniest kid of the bunch. Although only 5'5", he now outweighed Bryan by thirty pounds. At 6'3" Bryan easily handled his 190 pounds. For Mark, his nearly 220 pounds made his belly protrude and hang low. Mark liked to say when he and Sasha married they each weighed 125 pounds. Sasha still weighed the same.

"Beautiful morning," Bryan offered. "Going to be another great beach day."

"Yeah," said Mark devouring half a bagel and licking the extra cream cheese from his fingers. Mark was meticulously clean and neat. His bald head shone as if it were shined and buffed each day. He always wore clean and pressed shirts, shorts and pants. He was fastidious about everything he did, including eating. He devoured his food, but never left a mess. The sole exception being his propensity to drop something that always landed on his protruding lap. He would sigh and be sure to change his shirt, once he finished his food.

Mark was a slave to food. He usually helped himself to more than twice as much of anything than any of the others and ate with a ritual devotion to savor every bite.

"Heard you had a little run in down at the shower?" he said.

"Shit, Mark, I'm sorry. I must have really embarrassed Sasha. I had turned the water off and she probably thought no one was there. God, we both nearly jumped out of our skins."

Mark took a long sip of coffee and smacked his lips. He finished the remaining half of a bagel.

"Oh, Sasha was not that embarrassed. I'd say she was more curious."

Bryan didn't know how to respond, so he kept his mouth shut.

"Look, Bryan, I know you didn't do anything on purpose. I'm not mad, believe me. I am jealous, however."

"Jealous?"

"Jealous that can still get it up. I haven't had a stiffy in years. Shit, I haven't been able to see my dick in that long, except if I look in the mirror and hold up my gut. The little guy is all shriveled. It's fucking pathetic. So, I don't mind Sasha enjoying a look at a hard dick. Hell, the fact that it's you is even better. We're friends. And, she always had a little crush on you."

"Still, Mark, I never meant..."

"I get that. Ok? It's cool."

Mark ate half of another bagel and drained his coffee.

"I need some more Joe. Can I get you some?"

"No, thanks, I'm all set."

Mark pushed himself up with a grunt and entered the house. He returned in a few minutes with a steaming mug and another plate holding a cheese Danish and a pecan sticky bun.

He eased himself back down and finished off the remaining bagel. He put the dirty plate on the table between them and started nibbling on the Danish.

"Bryan," he said while washing down a mouthful of pastry, "I take a shitload of medicine. You know that. One pill for high blood pressure, one for afib, two for my diabetes and one for cholesterol. Add to that that I'm seriously overweight and in my mid-fifties, over-stressed and neurotic. Then last year I had a little prostate problem. The net effect is I've got a permanently limp noodle."

Bryan knew of Mark's health challenges. He was discreet enough never to bring up that most of his problems could go away or become much less severe if he lost weight and exercised. He loved Mark like a brother and decided it was better to let the doctors and his family berate him for his condition.

What was new was that Mark was openly discussing his impotence with him.

"So today Sasha sees someone she loves and admires with a full-blown woodie. She tells me she enjoyed looking at it. Who am I to complain? Shit, I think it was good for her. Probably give her some good dreams. Who knows?"

They sit in silence listening to the breeze in the pines and the soft chirping of the birds flitting about the numerous feeders that Bob has put out. Bryan wondered if Sasha told Mark that he was stroking it in front of her. Or, that she offered to watch him masturbate. Or, maybe this was Mark's way of giving Bryan silent permission to please his wife, at least visually.

"Mark, I don't know what to say. I guess I never thought about the effects that all the medicine might have on you. It must be difficult for you."

"Difficult! You could say that. I can't pleasure my wife. I can barely grab my own dick since I'm so fuckin' fat. Even if I could, I could yank on it for days and it would just lie there and laugh at me."

"Ever try Viagra or something," asked Bryan.

"Oh, yeah. Been there, done that and not a thing changed. Docs can't agree if it's psychological or all the drug interactions. No matter, I still can't get it up."

Mark finished off the Danish and took a bite of his pecan roll.

"You know, food is my drug. I use it to satisfy everything else that is shitty. Can't get it up? Have three Coney Island Dogs? Cholesterol is high? How about a triple decker ice cream cone? Sugar levels out of sight? Let's go to Krispy Kreme. A big sale fell through, King-sized prime rib, please. It just gives me some control in my life. I can decide how I eat, how much and when. Of course, I know it also means that all these problems are just made worse, not better. I'm not an idiot. I'm just a fuckin' jerk."

Bryan rested his hand on his friend's arm. Mark looked away and Bryan sensed he was fighting tears.

"Bryan, you've been my best friend," he said as he looked off into the pines. "Of all the guys here, you have been the most supportive. You made me feel as if I was really accomplishing something when I quit teaching and tried to develop my granddad's lake property."

"Christ, Mark, you were accomplishing something. Look at you now. You are an amazing success. You ended up with more money than all of us. I admire you."

"Thanks, buddy, I know you mean it. Your faith in me helped me hang in. I know I can always count on you."

Mark put his hand on top of Bryan's as it remained on his arm. Bryan supposed if they were women, they'd be hugging right now. That was not going to happen. He also wondered if Mark were sending him another message. Was it "Go ahead and please my wife" or "Don't even think about Sasha that way."

"Yeah, it's difficult. But, Bryan, it is nowhere near as difficult as what you've been through. To lose Judy like that... Shit, man, we all miss her. I know that doesn't help, but we do."

"Mark, it means a lot," said Bryan. "Just knowing that you guys remember Judy when she was good, that's important. I appreciate all you have done. Knowing you were there whenever I needed to talk, well, that was really important."

"Not that you talked all that much," said Mark.

"Hey, I'm a guy. We are better at holding in than sharing."

"Still, Bryan, anytime you just want to vent, I'm around. Since I can't hear for shit anymore, you can tell me anything. Plus, what I do hear I can't remember. Hell, I'd make a great confessor."

The two men shared a laugh.

"What are you two boys giggling about?"

Sasha joined them on the deck, holding her coffee in one hand and a bowl of fresh fruit mixed with yogurt in the other. Her short hair was still damp. She wore a blue oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up and khaki shorts. She maintained her trim figure and toned legs through two kids and a lifetime of caring for Mark. Her smile still could be blinding. Being six years younger than the guys, she looked fabulous. She recently stopped coloring her hair and the salt and pepper look only made her sexier in Bryan's estimation. He felt a stirring in his own shorts thinking that he stood naked in front of her and that she obviously enjoyed looking. 

She cast a quick glance at the empty plates next to her husband. A look passed between them that only another married person would recognize. Sasha was beyond harping on Mark for his eating habits. Still, she wanted to let him know that she knew what he was doing.

"Just talking men stuff," said Mark in response to her earlier inquiry.


A Clear View Ch. 02



(A traditional week at the beach for old friends takes a new turn when passions affect the life-long barriers among the couples. This chapter continues the story of Bryan, Jeff and Linda, Mark and Sasha, and Bob and Carol. You might enjoy this chapter more if you read Chapter 1.)



Bryan and Linda stood at the top of the Highland Lighthouse in Truro. Their conversation brought Bryan to the edge of a deep ravine. Would peeking over the rim allow him to see clearly that his late wife was sleeping with one of his best friends? Would he ever let find out the truth? Maybe, but not now. Not, with Linda standing close to him.

"Let's go down," Bryan said.

Linda hugged him and stepped back. She looked him in the eye and moved in to kiss his lips.

Bryan wanted to pull back, but the heat of her caress kept him sealed to her mouth.

When she broke off, Bryan's mind was still reeling.

She took his hand and led him to the door. In minutes they were on the ground.

"Time to bore me," she said.

"Uh, Linda, about up there..."

"Bryan, let's just go over to the museum."

They moved off in the direction of the building. 

"Do you mind if I just sit out here and get some sun?"

Bryan assured her it was ok.

After an hour and a half of reading old newspaper accounts and personal diaries, Bryan had enough notes to begin organizing his plot outline. He emerged and found Linda engaged in conversation with an older woman. They were sitting on a rough bench situated on the grass.

Bryan learned the woman, Susan, was a volunteer at the museum. She said Linda told her he was interested in shipwrecks. He acknowledged that and she offered to help him track down information. They talked for a while and then he and Linda headed back.

The gang met back at the house and headed out to a great afternoon on the beach, followed by another delicious dinner and good times. Being tired from the late evening the night before, all were in bed by eleven.

*** 

Bryan returned from his morning run and once again headed to the outdoor shower while wrapped in a towel.

He hung the towel and began one of the showers, enjoying the pulse of the water on his head and back.

"I like a man who keeps to a schedule."

Bryan opened my eyes to see Sasha standing in front of him. She had her towel around her and the shower caddy in her left hand.

"Uh, I don't think this time is a mistake," he said, but making no effort to cover up.

"Nope."

She looked him up and down.

"It looks just as good soft as it did hard," she said.

"Thanks, I guess."

Sasha smiled and set her caddy on the small stool against the foundation. She stepped back and adjusted the second shower. When her hand indicated the water was the right temp, she slipped her towel off and placed it on the hook outside of the flow.

Bryan looked at her white bottom. Her cheeks looked firm and round. Sasha walked under the water and stood until she was all wet, including her hair. Slowly she turned and faced him. He couldn't help but stare. He willed himself to look away, but his strength flagged. Sasha's breasts were white and stood out against her tanned body. Each delicate globe, sagging slightly was topped by a dark areola and darker, hard nipple. Her middle was tanned and flat. Although she and Mark had two children, she had the figure of a woman in her thirties, not late-forties. His gaze travelled to her dark patch. Sasha displayed a neatly trimmed set of tight curls. She obviously groomed herself to conform to the lines of her two-piece bathing suit.

She smiled at him. 

He stared, with his mouth hanging open.

"Say something, for god's sake, Bryan."

"You're beautiful, Sasha. Simply beautiful."

She beamed. Glancing down, she saw his erection confirmed his words.

Sasha soaped her body, starting at her shoulders, covering her breasts, lathering her pubic patch and finally dealing with each leg. She rubbed her hands together and soon they overflowed with suds. Taking a step toward Bryan, she spread the suds along his hard, and now aching, shaft. Slowly she moved her hands up and down.

"Sasha, don't," he moaned.

She continued gently stroking him.

"God, that feels so good. But, Sasha, this isn't right."

"It's ok, Bryan. Just enjoy."

He closed his eyes and let the sensations rack his body. "Please, stop." Sasha removed her hands. He immediately regretted the loss of intimacy.

"Sasha, I was so close."

"Let it go. You need it."

Bryan let his hand travel the soapy length of his erection. He groaned and began pumping. Bryan pushed his pelvis forward. His tip hit her stomach. He stroked faster and let loose. The first stream went up as far as her right breast. As his second eruption began, Sasha moved tight against him, trapping the erupting organ between their bodies. Bryan felt her breasts mashed against his chest. Without consciously willing, his hands moved behind her and grasped her buns. He pulled her tighter as he continued to hump her stomach and shoot hot liquid.

Sasha's arms were around his waist and she wiggled her body, opening her legs to allow his thigh to rest between hers. Dropping her hands until they found his butt, she ground against him. He let go with two more bursts. Soon, only the sound of the two showers broke the calm of the early morning. Sasha continued to rub her crotch against his thigh. Bryan pushed back against her. If this is what she needed, he would help and bent his leg to offer her the right angle to fit her pussy. Sasha was now breathing hard. Her lower body moved faster and pounded stronger against him. Bryan slid one hand from her rear, along her hip and crammed it in between them. Slowly, he pushed down until his finger plowed through her hair and he felt the hard bud. He pushed against it.

"Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph," Sasha cried. She dug her fingernails into his ass and pressed her face fast against his chest.

Bryan began rubbing her clit as she moved up and down on his bent thigh. He slipped his other hand on her left breast. Massaging it gently, he moved his hand in circles. Sasha clamped onto his nipple. He held back a scream as she bit down. Moving his hand to her pebble-like nipple, he pinched it hard. At the same time, he used his thumb on her clit.

"No, no, no," Sasha cried as her body tensed against his. Bryan felt her tighten against him. He pushed hard on her exposed clit. Crying out once more, she released him and began to slide to the wet, cedar floor. Bryan steadied her until she sat, the two showers cascading on top of her. Her head hung and moved slowly back and forth.

After a minute, Sasha seemed to gather herself. She turned her face up to him. From her position, she looked directly at his semi-flaccid member. She took the tip and brought it to her lips. Placing tiny kisses around his head, she extended her tongue and licked the entire crown. Bryan was frozen in place. Sasha caught his eye. She smiled and opened her mouth. The sensations exploded in his groin. Her warm mouth and tongue welcomed him as she began to softly suck. Bryan was sure they were breaking too many barriers and doing so too fast. He petted her damp hair and moved her off his dick.

"Come here," he said and helped her to stand.

He bent and kissed her mouth. She kissed back, using her tongue and opening her mouth to allow him entry. They remained in this embrace until the water started to chill.

Bryan broke from her and turned off each shower. 

He took her towel and dried her. His hands moved over every inch of her body. Even with the thick cotton between his touch and her skin, he relished the feel of each contour. He wrapped her in her towel and gathered her in his arms.

"I don't think we shampooed."

"Shame," she said. "But, I think I can overlook it."

He kissed the top of her head.

"Sasha..."

"Bryan, please don't say anything right now."

He remained silent. Involuntarily, he shivered.

Sasha looked up. "You need to towel off."

He grabbed his towel and dried himself. He saw Sasha smiling as he moved the towel over his body.

"What?"

"I love looking at your cock."

Bryan had never heard her use any sort of vulgarity. His face betrayed his reaction.

"What, you don't think I should be allowed to say 'cock'?"

"It's just...Well, I never heard you say it before."

"Yeah, well I never watched you jerk off before. Nor, did I ever have you give me an orgasm. So, I think I'm entitled to say cock."

Bryan laughed. "Well, since you put it that way..."

Sasha grinned. He wrapped the towel around him. "Ok, we won't talk about this now. But, Sasha, we have to talk about it sometime."

"Why?"

"Why? Let's see. We've been friends forever. You're married. You're married to my best friend. My best friend, your husband, is no more than fifty feet away. I could go on, but I think you must see there is something to talk about."

"Listen, Bryan, Mark knows where I am. I am pretty sure he knows why I came here. If there is any doubt, however, I will tell him."

"Tell him what?" Bryan said in mild shock.

"Tell him that I watched our best friend jerk off."

"Are you nuts? He'll go crazy."

Sasha took a brush from her caddy and began running it through her hair.

"No, he won't. We had a long talk last night. He realizes how hard it must be on you. He also understands that, while I don't blame him for his impotency, it's been damn hard on me. If we can help each other, then he can live with it."

"I won't be able to look him in the eye."

Sasha took his hand. "Yes, Bryan, you will. You will act like nothing happened. You will be his friend; you will talk about cars and all the stupid stuff you guys always talk about and you will not let this come between you. You don't have to talk about what happened in the shower, but you will not let it change us." 

"But, you took my cock into your mouth."

Sasha thought about that and grinned slyly.

"Well, let's just say that was not planned."

Bryan stared at her. He never imagined she had such a sensual side.

"But, that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy the hell out of it.

"I also helped you get off, if I'm not mistaken," Bryan said.

Sasha dropped the brush back into her caddy.

"See, now we're talking about it. No good will come of this, Bryan."

"You did get off, didn't you?"

Sasha grinned from ear to ear.

"I came like an atomic explosion. It was the best in years."

Bryan felt a tinge of pride. Sasha read his expression.

"Ok, before you go getting all pumped up, yes, it was great, but it was just one orgasm—one, long-overdue orgasm."

"Aw, and I thought it was special," Bryan teased.

"It was lovely. And, maybe the next time it can be better."

"Next time?"

"Well, we are going to be here all week, aren't we?"

Bryan nodded.

"So, yeah, next time," she said.

"Sasha?"

"What?"

"It was special for me. You are incredibly beautiful. I loved touching you. I loved making you cum. Maybe if there is a next time, would you let me...?"

"Bryan, Mark made it clear. He does not want you fucking me."

"Fucking? Who said anything about fucking? Anyway, that's the first time I ever heard you say that word, either."

"Well, today has a lot of firsts. If you weren't going to ask to fuck me, what were you going to say?"

Bryan blushed. "I was going to ask if I could go down on you."

Now it was Sasha's turn to blush. Her face reddened and the blush spread from her ears to as much as he could still see of her flesh before disappearing into her towel.

"What?" he asked.

"No man has ever done that to me."

"No way. You mean Mark..."

"No. I thought there must be something wrong with me. I tried to guide him there in the beginning, but he never took the hint. Once I asked him outright. He just said that was not his thing. So, I just went along."

Bryan shook his head.

"Why are you doing that?" Sasha asked.

"It's just that all these years that he's been impotent, at least he could have given you oral. That would have been something."

Sasha looked away. Softly she said, "True, that would have been something."

"So, are you game?"

"Let me think about it?"

"I'm pretty good," Bryan said.

"Maybe," she replied and picked up her caddy. Bryan watched her butt move under the towel as she walked back up to the front. She looked over her shoulder and caught him staring at her behind. She smiled and turned away.

"I can live with 'Maybe' for now," he thought.

*** 

"I hear you had an interesting shower this morning."

Bryan looked up from his crossword to see Linda holding two steaming mugs. He took the one she offered and sipped the black coffee.

"Is nothing private anymore?" he asked.

"This is the digital age," she said sliding in next to him on the bench at the picnic table.

"My shower has nothing to do with anything digital."

Linda smiled. "Well, I understand digits were involved."

Bryan grinned back at her.

"God, I keep forgetting how women talk about everything."

"Not everything," she said as she nibbled on a plain bagel, "but certainly lots of things. Besides, Sasha is nervous."

Bryan recalled the look in Sasha's eyes and he stroked himself in front of her. His memory quickly switched to the feeling of holding her against him as his orgasm sent hot liquid between the two bodies as her naked breasts crushed against his chest. He was not sure her look exhibited nervousness. It seemed to be more lustful than anything else.

"Well, I hope she feels better now," Bryan said with a hint of sarcasm.

Linda turned to look directly at him.

"She said it was awesome. She's nervous about others finding out and thinking she is a tramp. I told her not to worry. Besides, I'm thinking we should sell tickets."

"Really! And, who would be interested in buying one?"

Linda blushed and looked away.

Departure for the beach was set for 1:00 pm since they all were going on a hike over the dunes before the tides shifted.

Between breakfast and departure, people busied themselves in various activities. Linda and Sasha worked on the large jigsaw puzzle set up on a card table in the living room. Bob, Carol and Jeff cleaned up the kitchen from breakfast and prepared a lunch to take to the beach. Mark spent time on the deck using his cell phone to stay on top of several deals he had pending for land sales. Bryan lay on the couch in the living room reading a history of Truro. He stole glances at the two women hunched over the puzzle. They spoke in whispers, shot him a glance and giggled as they tried to fit pieces into place.

Later, they piled into Bob's and Bryan's cars for the ten minute ride to Ballston Beach. Bob had a resident sticker and Bryan purchased one for a month. He was planning to stay at the house to work on his research. Bob and Carol were more than happy to have him.

The parking lot was three-quarters full. Leaving their supplies in the cars, they followed Bob as he led them on a trail that took them along the dunes until they reached a high point. Standing there they looked over the smaller dunes lining the beach. Beyond, the Atlantic glistened in the bright sunlight. Off to their left they watched as a pair of seals playing in the surf. Bob said they had sightings of Great Whites that were attracted to the tasty critters.

Hiking back, they unloaded the vehicles. People started lugging the chairs, umbrellas, and coolers up the sandy incline and down the other side. Carol led them about 100 yards up the beach to a level spot with no one immediately next to them.

Bob and Jeff assembled their fishing poles and wandered down to the ocean's edge. They slowly made their way up the shore, casting for striped bass and blue fish, but mostly just enjoying the sun and surf.

Mark settled into a beach chair, slipped a bottle of chilled water into the arm rest and began to stare out at the sea. Carol spread out her large towel and lay on her stomach. She reached behind to undo her top. She asked Linda to spread sunscreen all over her. Linda complied and finished the job with a hard slap on Carol's ass, barely contained in her bikini bottom. Carol rose up to complain and exposed her hanging breasts to Bryan. He had seen them often back in college. He noticed they were larger and heavier now. She caught him looking and smiled. 

"It's always good to see old friends," he said softly enough that Mark couldn't hear him.

"Old is right," Carol said and moved her torso so the large mounds swayed back and forth.

"Still, attractive, babe."

"For real?" she asked.

"For real," he said.

Smiling, Carol lay back down. She put in her ear buds, pulled her large sunhat over her head and began to drift off to sleep. 

Sasha and Linda helped each other apply sunscreen. Since Mark kept his shirt on, and covered his bottom with a beach towel. He was all set. He wore wrap-around sunglasses over his prescription ones and a SPF protection hat with a wide brim and a back flap. He hardly looked like he was enjoying the sun, but Bryan knew Mark loved sitting and looking at the waves.

Bryan had pulled his tee shirt off. He walked down to where the sand dropped off before the waves broke on the shore. The sandy decline was steep enough that those up on the beach could not see anyone standing at the water's edge.

Sasha and Linda came up behind him. 

"You need some sunscreen on your back. Do you mind if I help?" said Sasha

He shook his head. In a second he felt the cool liquid as it made a line across his shoulders. Next Sasha's fingers began to work it into his flesh. Her touch was firm and felt good. She squirted some more along his lower back and massaged it into his sides and along the top of his swim suit. Bryan tensed as she slipped her fingers under the band. Her fingers dipped low enough to touch the top of his buns.

"I think they'll be protected."

"Why take chances," she whispered into his ear and cupped each cheek.

Bryan noticed Linda watching with a grin.

Her hands, still within the waistband, moved around to his front. Her fingers now brushed his pubic hair.

"Jesus, Sasha."

She giggled as she removed one hand. Her other plunged down and grazed his dick.

"Christ almighty, what the hell are you doing?"

"Teasing you!"

"Well, you're doing a helluva job. Cut it out."

Sasha reached lower and pulled the tip of his dick up, then with it resting vertically, slipped her hand further down in to cup his balls. Finally she eased her hands out of his trunks. She continued to slide both hands up his chest and tweaked his nipples.

"Stop it," he hissed.

Linda giggled as she watched her friend torment Bryan.

Sasha reached down outside his suit to feel the hardness underneath.

"God, Linda, guys are so easy."

"Oh, yeah," he said. "I bet you'd be turned on if I did that to you in public."

Sasha rested her head against his back. 

"Yeah, you're right. I'm wet right now." She stroked him softly outside his suit.

Bryan thought he was going to pop. They stood quietly next to each other for a while.

Linda spoke first.

"Sasha and I are going for a walk. Care to join us?"

"Sorry," Bryan said, trying to control his voice. "Right now I have to jump in the freezing ocean to get rid of this tent. But, thanks anyway."

"Too bad. Well, if you need more sunscreen later, just let us know."

They left and Bryan raced down the sandy incline and dove into the first wave he reached. The shock numbed his entire body and effectively erased his erection. He turned and saw the two women walking hand in hand up the beach.

"This is getting too crazy," he thought.

Dripping, he picked up the tube of sunscreen from where Sasha dropped it and jogged back to where Carol and Mark remained. He toweled off and put sunscreen on his face, chest and legs. He pulled a beach chair next to Mark and sat.




A Clear View Ch. 02



The two old friends sat in silence watching the waves break and listening to the crash. An occasional sea gull screeched overhead. Carol listened to the music and her ample butt bounced with the rhythm. 

"This is a good day," Mark said, never altering his stare from the ocean.

Bryan was uncertain how much his friend really knew and if Mark had any hidden meaning in that remark.

"Beautiful," Bryan finally responded.

Still looking straight ahead, Mark said, "You know I love you."

Bryan experienced his blood chilling.

"Love you, too, man."

"I also trust you, Bryan."

"I'd never do anything to hurt you, Mark."

"I know. I've told you things I've never told anyone else. Even with the other guys here, I haven't gone into the details of my business."

"I've not told a soul. I never even mentioned most of what we talked about with Judy."

"I appreciate that. Obviously, I never told anyone else about having a limp noodle."

"Mark, I would never..."

"I know you wouldn't. But, what I'm saying is that, well, I trust you."

Bryan debated about opening the subject of what happened between him and Sasha in the shower. Maybe he should also tell him that she just made him get hard in front of Linda.

"She needs you," said Mark.

"Mark, I don't..."

"Bryan, she needs you. I've been so focused on me." He laughed, "Not much of a surprise there. It's always been all about me. But, with the business, my health, the kids getting started in life, I felt like the world was on my shoulders and I had to solve everyone's problems. Sasha went along with me, comforted me and pushed her needs aside to care for me and my fucking ego."

"All in all, Mark," Bryan said, "that's sorta what marriage is about. Sacrificing yourself for someone else."

Mark nodded slowly. "I took it to the extreme. Now I realize that someone was paying a price. Sasha paid that price. Now, she needs to feel important."

Bryan kicked the sand with his feet. He dug his toes under the sand and wiggled them until they broke the surface.

"She loves you, Mark."

"I know that," he said. "I'm not talking about love. I'm talking about her feeling like a woman—a desirable woman. She needs that right now."

Bryan didn't know what to say, so he remained silent.

"Just don't hurt her, Bryan. That's all I ask."

"God, Mark, I'd never hurt her," he said. After a pause, he added, "or you."

Slowly Mark turned his head and looked at Bryan. He pulled off the large shades that covered his glasses. Bryan pulled his sunglasses off.

"I know you didn't ask for this," Mark said as a tear rolled down his cheek. "But, make her feel like the beautiful woman she is."

Bryan nodded. Mark continued, "Do whatever you and she want. There is nothing off the table. I mean it, Bryan, nothing. Just don't fall in love with her and take her away."

Bryan felt the impact of that statement hit his heart. He nodded.

They each replaced their shades. 

Mark asked Bryan to give him a hand up. Bryan stood and grasped his friend's hand.

Standing, Mark embraced him.

Carol stirred from her reverie

.

"Jesus, you two get a fucking room," she said.

"Actually," Mark replied, "we were going to head out to P'town and check out the action."

"Just what that place needs," she said with humor. "A couple of old fart fags."

"Ouch, that's not politically correct," said Mark. "Besides, we're not gay. We are just enlightened."

Carol laughed. She sat up exposing her large breasts to the men.

"Enlighten these and then let me know if you prefer the pink side of the road."

"Oh, shit," said Mark. "Those are awesome."

He pushed Bryan aside and said, "Ok, I'm back. I couldn't live in a world where such spectacular titties were off the menu."

"Technically, these are off the menu to you, buster," she said as she cupped her breasts, pushing them together. "But, feel free to window shop."

They all laughed. Carol shook her chest and her large breasts flopped back and forth. With a wide grin, she leaned back on her elbows and let the two men stare at her bare chest. She playfully pulled on a nipple and Mark's mouth dropped open. She then pulled her top on and tied the strings.

"Where is everyone?" she asked.

"The guys are still fishing and the girls went for a walk," Bryan answered since Mark did not seem to be capable of speaking.

Carol stood and brushed sand from her legs.

"Well, I'm going to get wet. Join me?"

Mark shed his hat and glasses, but kept his tee shirt on. The three of them walked down to the water and slowly eased in. When they acclimated to the temperature, they began body surfing.

When they made it back to the blankets after exhausting themselves, the women were back from their walk.

Sasha wanted to go back to the house and start supper. She was cooking for the crew that night. She asked Bryan to drive her. The rest could squeeze into Bob's Jeep.

As soon as they arrived, she took his hand and led them to the outdoor shower.

"I can't believe you did that in front of Linda."

Sasha stripped and hung her towel on the hook and nudged Bryan aside as she let the warm water run down her body.

"What?" she asked looking up at him in total innocence.

Bryan looked at her eyes, wide and showing no sign of deceit. He also looked at her naked flesh inches from his own.

"You know what I mean. What must she think?"

"Chill out, Bryan. I already told her all about us."

"Did you tell her you had an orgasm?"

"Did. She and I talk a lot. We are always texting each other or talking on the phone. When we get together like this in person, well, we just share, and share and share. So, our walk on the beach was the perfect opportunity to have a heart to heart. She wanted to know if you had a big cock."

"Take those off," she said. Bryan slid his swim trunks down and off. Sasha slipped her hand on his semi-erect shaft. Her soapy hands moved up and down and soon she was grasping a fully-erect shaft.

"Sasha, stop trying to distract me. This is serious."

She smiled, "No, this is a beautiful hard-on. That's what I told Linda. That you did have a nice big cock that looked awesome when it was hard. Of course, I did have to admit that it was only the second adult cock I had seen. But, I've looked at enough porn to know that you stand up well to comparisons. Would never make it as a star, but nothing to be ashamed of, either."

The thought of Sasha watching porn fascinated me. Bryan was letting his mind wander and think about her playing with herself as she watched. He realized he was getting off track. 

"You know what I meant," he said, but failed to convey any displeasure. "Do you think it's ok to discuss our interactions with Linda?"

"Interactions?"

"You know what I mean."

"If you mean, an interaction is a blow job, then I would accept that term." 

Sasha sunk to her knees. "I told you I wanted to try this."

Her hands moved up his thighs and fondled his balls, while stroking him.

"Jesus,' he gasped.

Sasha moved forward and positioned him to rinse the soap away. She took the shaft into her mouth. Bryan groaned and pushed forward.

She cupped his butt and began moving up and down, letting her tongue run along the tender bottom of his dick.

She pushed back and he moved until he felt the shower wall behind him. In this new position, the stream from the shower no longer fell on Sasha's face. She began to move faster.

"I'll never last long if you keep doing this," he said with his hand resting lightly on her wet hair.

Sasha pulled off long enough to say, "Don't hold back on my account." She reengaged his hard dick and sucked.

"You mean... Like all the way."

Her eyes turned up to meet his and she nodded. He began to pump into her mouth. He felt his tip touch the opening to her throat. He paused and she slowly moved her face forward. His heart beat faster as his tip passed into her throat. Gagging, Sasha pulled back. Taking a deep breath, she pulled him deep into her mouth once again. This time his pubis hit her lips and she took all of him. He held still and let her set the tempo. She pulled back, then took him again. Sasha began to massage his balls with one hand.

He felt the sensation deep in his groin and then it sped forward. He jerked reflexively and shot into her throat. Sasha gagged and pulled back, but not off him. She continued to squeeze his balls and he ejaculated four more times. Some creamy liquid dribbled from the corner of her mouth, but he could see her swallowing the rest.

She sat back on her knees and let his softening dick escape her lips. She placed a series of small kisses on his tip and grabbed his hands. Bryan helped her stand. She came into his arms. Tilting her chin up, he kissed her. She opened her mouth. Without hesitation he plunged his tongue inside. He could detect a slight trace of his cum, but mixed with her sweetness he found he enjoyed the intimacy it brought.

"That was spectacular," he whispered between kisses.

She hugged him tightly. "I used to love giving Mark head. I still offer to do it, but he just gets even more frustrated."

"What can I do for you?"

She laughed into his chest.

"Jesus, if you have to ask...?"

He kissed her again and knelt before her. The water cascading over them was turning cool. She reached over and turned off the flow.

His face was even with her apple-shaped breasts. He licked one from underneath, over her nipple to the top. Sasha smiled and closed her eyes. He licked around her hard nipple and then took it between his teeth. He pulled back extending her breast and stretching the nub.

"Oh, yes," Sasha said.

He played with her nipple for a long time, using a combination of teeth, tongue and fingers. Sasha was softly crooning as he moved to her other breast. She pushed his face against her chest and he bit down. She cried softly. Without warning he slid his finger along her slit and deep inside her.

"Oh, Mary, Mother of God," she exclaimed.

He used her copious wetness to lubricate her clit. While still attending to her breast with his mouth, he plunged two fingers inside her and used his other hand to pull back the hood protecting the engorged bud. His thumb moved up and down. Bryan felt her vagina contract around her fingers. He pulled them out and then pushed back in, using three digits this time. He plunged them in and out as he thumbed her clit.

"Too much," she gasped. "Too much on my clit."

Bryan let the hood slip back over and rubbed alongside of her hard nub.

"Ah, yes, just like that."

He had freed her breast and began kissing his way downward. Sasha grabbed his head and pulled.

"Not now, Bryan. Just keep doing what you're doing. It feels so good."

He continued to make small circles around her clit, and occasionally softly rubbed over the top. Her liquids were running down her thighs and his hand was covered in warmth. He pulled out his fingers. Sasha moaned and pushed her pussy out to regain contact. Bryan turned his hand and inserted one finger. He probed along the top of her canal and found a small rough spot. He pushed against it.

"Holy fuck," Sasha cried.

Concentrating on her g-spot and playing with her clit, Bryan worked both hands. Sasha's breathing became shallow and her pelvis thrust of its own volition. He took a nipple back between his teeth and bit down slowly. Letting out a long, low growl, Sasha pumped her pussy hard against his hand. He felt the contractions around his finger as the rest of her body trembled. He continued to work her until she sagged against the shower. Weakly pushing his hands from her pussy, she sank to the floor.

Bryan sat next to her and held her closely. Neither had the need for words. After a minute or two, Bryan bent over and kissed the top of her pubic patch.

"Jesus," was the sole word that escaped her lips.

"Let's go inside," he said and helped her up.

"I need to rinse off," she said. "Let's see if the water warmed up." They stood under the warm water of just one shower, soaped and rinsed each other and shampooed each other's hair. The final rinse was cool and they turned off the water and held each other close.

They grabbed their suits and towels and without bothering to put them on ran into the house. Bryan led her to his room. He pulled her to his arms and kissed her. Leaning against him, Sasha kissed back and ran her hands up and down his back. Bryan paused and put his hands under her arms.

"Jump," he said.

She did and he lifted her so she was sitting on the top bunk.

He spread her knees. Sasha slipped a hand down to cover her sex.

"Let me see you."

"It's embarrassing," she said. "No one wants to look at me there."

"I do, Sasha, and I'm going to do more than look."

Her skin was now flushed all over with warm blood flowing. She slowly removed her hand exposing her most intimate part to him. Bryan kissed the insides of her knees and pushed them farther apart. Sasha gasped and leaned back on her elbows. Bryan pulled her forward until just her ass balanced on the edge of the bed. He kissed his way up her thighs. By now he could see the moisture oozing out and could smell her excitement. He pushed his lips to her sex and began to kiss all around her labia. Sasha moaned and tried to close her legs. Bryan pried them farther apart. Extending his tongue he licked from her anus to her clit, pushing his tongue between her swollen lips.

"Oh, my god," said Sasha.

He began to lick faster and she moved her pussy against his face.

He slipped his tongue as deep inside her as he could. "Sweet, Jesus," she cried. "That feels so good. So good."

He spent a long time kissing and probing as her liquid turned to a steady stream. Using his fingers, Bryan spread the apex of her lips and pushed his tongue onto her clit. Sasha made a sound he had never heard before and grabbed his hair. She first tried to pull him away, but he resisted and then pulled the hood off her clit and sucked it. Sasha now pushed his face into her pussy and clinched her thighs tight around his head. She cried out as the orgasm swept over her.

Bryan was not about to leave her with just one. He pushed two fingers inside and again found her g-spot. Rubbing it, he refocused his tongue and lips on her clit. Sasha was bucking hard, pushing her hips up off the bed into his face. She was grunting with every touch on her clit. He could sense her building to another orgasm. She was almost there. A few more strokes and licks and she would reach the peak.

"Are you two crazy?'

The voice came from behind him. He pulled his face away and turned to see Linda standing in the doorway.

"Everyone's on their way back. God, you could get caught by anyone."

Sasha hoarsely called out. "Finish me, Bryan."

Linda stood looking at her two friends. Sasha remained spread-eagled on the top bunk, her hips twitching and her sex open and flush. Bryan's erection throbbed.

"They'll be back any minute," she said.

"God, please don't leave me like this," begged Sasha.

"Be our lookout?" he asked.

Linda regarded the obvious arousal of both of them. She turned and took a step into the hallway to listen for sounds of anyone approaching. Bryan moved his head back between Sasha's legs. She moaned and grabbed his hair to pull him firmly against her.

He licked her once more from bottom to top. Her moans filled the room. Propping her legs on his shoulders, he reached for a pillow to slip under her butt. He now had access to her crack. Bryan spread her cheeks and ran his tongue from her clit to her rosebud. 

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph," she gasped as he softly rimmed her anus. He pushed ever so slightly with his tongue against the tightly puckered opening.

"Oh, god, that's too much," she cried.

Bryan resumed licking back up to her clit. Slowly he eased a finger inside her and sucked her clit between his lips. Sasha began bucking against his finger and tongue. She made small mewing sounds. He sucked on Sasha's completely exposed clit and pushed hard with his tongue. Sasha jerked his head forward while she ground her pussy hard to his mouth. Adding another finger and rotating his hand, Bryan felt for her g-spot. She screamed and he assumed he found it.

"Keep it down, guys. They can probably hear you in P'town," urged Linda.

Sasha was making incoherent sounds and thrusting with all her strength. Bryan's mouth was flooded with her exotic excretion and his face was drenched. As tongue fatigue began to set in, he positioned a finger at her rosebud. Her juices had already run down her bottom and he used them to lubricate her opening. He sensed Sasha could not last much longer. He rubbed her g-spot, bit down gently on her clit and slipped his middle finger deep into her butt.

"Fuck!"

Her scream filled the room and she thrashed back on forth on the bed. She grabbed his hair and pulled him away from her sex. Bryan extricated his fingers, stepped back and looked at her red lips and her slightly open vulva. The wetness continued to seep out coating her thighs and crack. He turned to see Linda standing next to him.

"That was awesome, Bryan. And, that is a beautiful sight."

They both looked at Sasha, still fully exposed. Linda stepped between her legs. She ran her hands along the outside of her thighs. 

"Sasha, you are so beautiful."

Linda bent forward and put her lips against the still fully engorged lips of her friend. She placed tiny, soft kisses along each side of her cleft. Using her tongue, she circled Sasha's clit.

"Oh, Jesus, Jesus, Linda," Sasha gasped.

Linda took the clit between her lips and Sasha clamped her legs tight around the other woman's head.

"Not again, I can't take it."

It was too late to stem the rising orgasm and Sasha shook as it overcame her. Linda stepped back and helped lift Sasha's legs onto the mattress. She pulled a sheet over her. Sasha closed her eyes and lay very still. Linda turned to Bryan. She moved into his arms. He pulled her close, his erection at first jabbing her and then slid up to rest along her exposed tummy above her bikini bottoms, trapped between their bodies.

She moved her mouth to his. After a quick kiss, Linda tongued the remains of Sasha's orgasm from his face. He felt her hand between them and sensed she had slipped it inside her bikini bottom. While licking his face, she moved her hand around. A minute later, she removed her hand and brought her fingers to his mouth. He opened and she inserted them. He began cleaning them of her essence, noticing the slightly different tastes of the two women. Linda took his erection and stroked it as she moved her fingers around his mouth. With one last kiss, she broke away.

"How did you get home?'

"I jogged, but they were going to be leaving soon. Jesus, this is insane."

She again looked him over from head to toe. Finally, she grinned and then laughed.

"God, this is something I will never forget. Are you ok, Sasha?"

A muffled sound came from her, still motionless on the top bunk.

"Go back outside and shower again, Bryan. You still smell like sex."

She stroked his cheek. "I find it a powerful and wonderful scent, but I don't think you should share it with the others."

"What about Sasha?"

"I'll get her up and into the shower inside."

Linda regarded his erection. 

"I see Sasha was not exaggerating."

Bryan picked up a towel and stood in the doorway of his room. Linda crossed over and helped Sasha off the bed.

"Come on, honey, let's get you decent. And, we have to start dinner so the others won't be wondering what was happening while you were supposed to be cooking."

Bryan watched as a naked Sasha leaned against Linda. When they reached the door, Sasha turned and ran back to him. They embraced and she kissed him. "Thank you."

"No, thank you, Sasha. You're beautiful," he said.




A Clear View Ch. 02



The two women left and Bryan walked outside. The water had just begun to stream down when his hand found the erection. Within two minutes he enjoyed the release he sought. He washed, spending extra time on his face and fingers.

*** 

Dinner was lamb kabobs from the grill served on rice pilaf. Sasha and Linda had made a huge Greek salad and toasted pita halves covered with olive oil and garlic.

"Well, everyone better eat the bread with all this garlic," said Carol, "or no one will be kissing anyone."

As a silence fell over the friends, Carol realized how her joke struck a sour chord with Bryan being on his own. She looked at Bryan and smiled.

"Well, I guess you could kiss me. It's what I deserve for being an asshole."

Bryan laughed and said that made it sound like kissing him was a punishment.

"Oh hell, no, I meant it in a good way for you. Now, I've gone and made things worse."

They all laughed. Carol got up and walked around the table to where Bryan sat. She bent and kissed him on the lips. The others raised their wine glasses and cheered.

"Hey, that wasn't nearly as bad as I thought," said Bryan.

"Ooh, that hurt," replied Carol. "For that you should kiss my ass."

"Is that a dare," called out Mark.

Carol reddened. 

"She's too chicken," piped in Bob.

She stared at her husband.

"Oh, really?"

Carol turned sideways and pulled down her sweat pants. She wore a bikini panty that snuggly contained her full butt. Looking at Bob, she bent over and pushed her ass toward Bryan's face. Bryan looked around the table. With a comic shrug, he planted a big kiss on Carol's ass, making an exaggerated smacking sound.

Everyone booed. 

"What?" he cried.

"You kissed her underwear, not her ass. We need bare ass," said Sasha. All looked in surprise as the normally reserved woman pushed the envelope. Of course, with all the wine consumed at dinner, no one should be shocked at anything.

Carol looked back over her shoulder at Bryan. They smiled at each other. She pulled one half of her bikini bottom into her crack, exposing a plump cheek. Bryan squeezed her bottom and moved his lips to the bare flesh. He kissed her cheek and ran his tongue up and down. He made an even louder smacking sound than before.

This brought a round of high fives and cheers.

Before Carol could pull her underwear back in place, Bryan gave her a loud slap on her naked cheek.

"Ouch," she cried. "That hurts."

"Sorry, it was just too tempting."

Carol rubbed her ass and turned to show everyone the hand print.

"You need to even it off," said Linda.

"Huh?"

"It will look strange to see only one red mark."

Carol took a big drink of her wine. She turned her back to Bryan and bent over farther. Everyone urged him on. 

"Take her over your knee," called out Linda.

Bob just shook his head. He knew Carol had a playful side. He also knew she liked being spanked. Bryan looked around miming for approval. They all gave him a thumbs up sign. Taking Carol by the hand, he guided her across his lap. He wondered if she could feel the erection pushing against his shorts. He put his mouth next to her ear and whispered, "Is this ok?"

Carol wiggled her ass and nodded. Her hip bone rubbed his erection. She caught his eye and winked.

Emboldened by the cheers, Carol's compliance and the many glasses of red wine, Bryan took hold of the elastic of her underwear and paused.

"Up or down?" he asked.

Almost in unison, his friends called, "Down".

He pulled them down exposing her rump. She lifted up slightly and her underwear slid to her knees. His fingers began making soft circles on her unblemished cheek. He raised his hand and brought it back down quickly. The crack exploded in the silence. Carol let out a muffled grunt. A red hand print appeared on the cheek. As Carol was squirming, Bryan felt her smooth pussy against his bare thigh. As he was rubbing the red mark, he was sure he felt some moisture on his leg.

"Satisfied?" he called out.

"Two more for good luck," called out Linda.

Bryan again looked at Bob, who smiled. The others urged him on.

He ran his palm over the red spots and pinched her cheeks. Carol let out a soft sound. Bryan lifted his hand and smacked hard on her left cheek and then quickly on her right. Carol cried out at the last hit. Her white rump was now scarlet.

"Perfect," said Linda.

"Kiss it to make it better," added Sasha.

Bryan stole a glance at Bob, who remained calm. He simply nodded.

Bryan bent over and put a tender kiss on the imprint of his hand. He also smooched her other cheek. Being this close to her pussy, he could smell her excitement. He then eased her bikini panty back up to mid-thigh. With her back to everyone else, Carol stood up. With her panty still down in the front, her pussy was exposed to Bryan. He could see the wetness on the hairless lips. She pulled it up and then yanked her pants back up.

"Now for dessert,' announced Sasha.

"I think I'll eat mine standing up," said Carol.

The women cleared the table and Bob refilled the glasses. He directed the guys to the screened in porch. He and Mark lit up cigars.

"Bob, I hope that wasn't..." began Bryan.

"Hell, don't worry about it. Carol is a bit of an exhibitionist. We all enjoyed it, right guys?"

Jeff and Mark nodded, but still looked a little uncomfortable. 

"I hope the girls weren't offended," said Bryan.

"Are you shitting me?" said Jeff. "They were the ones egging you two on. I think they enjoyed the hell out of it."

In the kitchen the three women had taken out six pints of ice cream and were letting them soften as they got out dishes and spoons, and filled a couple trays with cookies.

"Did that hurt?" asked Sasha.

"Yeah," said Carol. She then added, "but in a good way."

The three shared a laugh. 

"Is it still red?" Carol asked.

She pulled her pants and underwear down. The hand prints were distinctly visible.

Linda touched one cheek.

"Wow, it's warm. Check it out, Sasha."

Sash put her hand on the other cheek.

"Yeah. You know you should put something on this later. Do you have aloe?"

Carol remained bent over leaning on the counter. "I'll let Bob take care of me. I'm sure he'll be raring to go tonight."

Oddly Carol made no effort to pull up her pants. 

"Maybe an ice cube would help now," offered Linda.

"Good idea," said Carol.

Linda got two cubes from the freezer and wrapped each in a paper towel, leaving one edge exposed. She handed one to Sasha and they began to rub them around the red marks. Carol moved her butt back and forth. 

"Oh, that feels good."

As Linda was moving the ice cube around, she said, "So, you think Bob got turned on?'

"Definitely," said Carol. "He knows I get turned on being spanked. I think I left a snail trail on Bryan's thigh. Now, my dear hubby will want to take my ass tonight."

"What?" said Sasha.

"Anal sex, sweetie. When he gets turned on, he likes the back door. And, looking at those red marks, he'll be going for all he's worth."

"I never did that," admitted Sasha.

"One and done for me," added Linda.

"Well, I wouldn't say it's my favorite, but Bob makes it fun. And as I said, especially when he's turned on, as I know he will be later."

"Speaking of getting turned on," said Linda. "I don't mean to be crude, but there is a certain aroma in the air."

Carol snorted. 

"No kidding. I am like running like a faucet. God, I almost came when Bryan pulled my panty down. Now, with the two of you fondling my ass, well, let's just say I'm close to the edge. Besides, I wasn't the only one turned on."

"Bryan?" asked Sasha.

"God, it was like a steel rod was in his shorts. I couldn't help but rub against it."

"You couldn't help it?" asked Linda in a sarcastic tone.

The three giggled, "Well, maybe I could have, but it was too much fun not to. Jesus, it felt good."

Sasha and Linda made eye contact.

Carol said her butt felt better. Linda handed Sasha her cube and patted the rest of the melted ice off Carol's butt with a towel. 

"Still have a nice butt, girl." Linda said as she softly ran her hands over the exposed cheeks. She let her hand trail down the backs of her friend's thighs, with her fingers brushing the inside of them. Her finger tips came away damp. She took the ice cube back from Sasha. With one hand she urged Carol's thighs apart. Still holding the cube by the towel, she pushed it between Carol's legs and rubbed it on her pussy. She then pushed it past her friend's labia.

"Jesus," cried Carol. She slammed her thighs shut and her body shook. Her friends watched as the orgasm racked her. After she calmed, Carol reached between her legs and pulled the remainder of the cube from her pussy. She stood and faced her friends. Smiling she popped the small cube into her mouth.

They stared in awe. The both looked at Carol's smooth, bare sex, now red and swollen. 

"Mmm, thanks," she said and rested against the counter, her sex still uncovered. "I needed that."

Carol wiped her face with a dish towel, cleaning the perspiration from her brow. "Now, where were we? Oh, yeah, we were talking about my ass. Well, it's twice as big as it used to be and it was never small."

"So, what. It's awesome." Linda said. 

Carol silently accepted the compliment.

"I can see why Bob likes it. And, when did you start keeping a smooth pussy?" asked Linda.

"About two years ago," replied Carol as she ran her fingers over her smooth pubis. "Bob likes it this way."

"I never saw one like that," said Sasha. "It must feel weird."

"You get used to it," said Carol. "Wanna feel it?"

"Oh, I wasn't implying..." said Sasha.

"I know you weren't, but go ahead and satisfy your curiosity."

"I didn't say I was curious," Sasha said.

"I'll do it if you will," said Linda.

Not waiting for an answer, Linda ran her hand over the shaved area. Her fingers brushed the now swollen lips.

"Carol, your pussy looks as red as your ass."

"Happens when I have a huge fucking orgasm," she said smiling.

"Come on, Sasha, I'm not going to be the only one feeling up my friend."

Sasha slowly extended her hand and felt the smooth area above Carol's labia. 

"Wow, that's so different."

"Ok, guys, that's enough. Any more and I will come again right here."

As Carol pulled her pants up, Linda said, "Once again, Carol, you have a great ass and an awesome pussy."

"Í appreciate the affirmation coming from the two charter members of the Skinny Ass Club who are standing here." 

They laughed and piled dessert on trays to serve it at the table on the screened porch.

After desert, Bob announced that a client of his had invited them to a cookout at their place on Martha's Vineyard. Since overnight accommodations were also offered, the plan would be to stay. 

Bryan begged off since he disliked the ferry ride and also wanted to spend another day or two at the historical society. By not going on the trip, he would appear less rude than just disappearing from the gang and going off on his own to do research. What he didn't tell the others was he was overcome with memories of when Judy was with them on this traditional week. He needed some time away from his attempts to figure out who might have been sleeping with his wife. He narrowed the list down to everyone, except Mark.

After dinner as they worked out details of the excursion, Bryan sat alone on the porch nursing a Scotch. The group broke up and Bob got on the phone to finalize arrangements with his friend on the Vineyard. The others were either reading or playing Bananagram.

"Am I disturbing?"

Bryan looked up to see Linda holding a glass of wine.

"Not at all."

She sat on the couch and they looked at the dark horizon, barely visible with the lights from Provincetown.

"Can I ask you to be honest with me?" she said.

"I don't know that I've ever been dishonest with you."

She slipped her hand atop his. "No, of course you haven't. But, I want you to be honest about your feelings and not try to answer to spare my feelings."

He didn't understand her. "I'm not sure I get what you're asking. If it makes you feel better, I will give you an honest answer to whatever question is tumbling around inside your brain."

Linda squeezed his hand.

"Would it bother you if I stayed here and didn't go to the Vineyard?"

Bryan's mind raced with speculation and wild imaginings.

"Can I ask a question before I answer?"

Linda drank some wine. She pulled his hand into her lap and slid closer.

"Sure."

"Why?"

"Why, what?"

"Why do you not want to go?"

She shook her head.

"Wrong question."

"What's the right one?"

She moved his hand from her lap to her lips. She kissed the back of his hand and released it.

"Why do I want to stay?"

Bryan finished his Scotch. He needed another to continue this conversation that was beginning to feel like he was on a blindfolded stroll through a mine field.

"Get you some more wine?"

Linda drained her glass and handed it to him.

In the kitchen, he poured two fingers of the excellent single malt Bob kept on hand and filled her glass with Cabernet.

The players invited him to sit, but he begged off.

He returned to find Linda stretched out on the couch. She moved her legs to allow him to sit and then plopped them in his lap. He handed her the glass.

"Is why you want to stay because of what happened with Sasha?" he asked.

"You mean with Sasha and with you?"

"I know what happened between Sasha and me. I am totally confused about what happened between Sasha and you, and between you and me."

"Yeah, I get that it's a fucking mess."

They chuckled.

"Bryan, I asked you to be honest and you deserve the same from me. So, honestly, I am not sure. How's that for a straight answer."

"Speaking of straight," I said, "what was that between you and Sasha?"

Linda was silent for a long time. 

"She looked so beautiful and sensual. I wanted to somehow be part of the intimacy I had just witnessed. It was an instinct. I really didn't intend for her to have another orgasm."

"So, you've been with a woman before?"

Linda crossed and recrossed her legs. "I guess that answer would be part of why I want to remain here. I want to talk with you."

"We're talking now," he said.

"Bryan, what I want to talk about will take some time and I don't want to worry about someone hearing us or asking what we're discussing."

"Sounds serious."

"It's important."

Bryan stroked her bare legs and rubbed her feet.

"Hey, as long as you realize that I will be spending a lot of time at the historical society and Jeff is ok with it, it's fine by me."

"Honest?"

"Yeah, honest. You know I love having you around."

Bryan spoke the truth, but he feared what Linda wanted to talk about and how he would react. She might hold the key to discovering what had been going on with Judy prior to her death. Over the last few days his feelings for Linda, his intimacy with Sasha and being around all his old friends had him questioning if he wanted to use that key.

Since she was going to be staying, Bryan knew he would be facing a life-altering decision. 

To be continued...



A Clear View Ch. 03



A traditional week at the beach for old friends takes a new turn when passions affect the life-long barriers among the couples. This chapter completes the story of Bryan, a widower, Jeff and Linda, Mark and Sasha, and Bob and Carol. All are in their late forties to mid-fifties. You might enjoy this chapter more if you read Chapters 1 & 2.

*****

Bryan was up and out for his morning run before the fog burned away. The hollows lay hold to the thick mist and teased him with its soft caress. Even sounds were muted as his steps hit the pavement. Climbing out on a rise, the sun welcomed him and presented a glistening horizon looking out to the bay. 

Back at the house, he took a solo shower and was dressed before much life began to stir.

As people appeared they took a cup of the coffee Bryan had prepared and joined him on the deck. He had wiped the dew from the chairs and benches. They made little chatter; each content to let the hot liquid perform its role. He wondered if the spanking incident from last night also contributed to the reserved atmosphere this morning.

When Carol made an appearance, Linda asked if she could sit.

Smiling, Carol pulled down her pj bottoms to show a pair of red and slightly bruised cheeks.

"Think I'll stand for now."

"Oh, Carol, I'm sorry," Bryan said.

"Hell, don't think about it. I thought it was a hoot."

Bob looked at Bryan and winked.

"Sorta stoked the fire, too," he said.

"So that wasn't raccoons rooting around in the trash we heard last night?" said Linda.

"Well, rooting was involved," admitted Carol, "but no raccoons made an appearance."

They all shared a laugh. Bryan felt any tension had dissipated along with the lingering fog.

Bob took charge.

"The morning ferry to Martha's Vineyard leaves at 10:30 from Hyannis, so we need to move along. I have reservations on the last ferry coming back tomorrow night at 9:10. We can also stay one more night and come back the following morning at 9:20 and arrive at 10:15. We don't have to decide now. I'll let you know Bryan."

"I can manage, so enjoy the excursion."

"I'll be staying, too, Bob," said Linda.

"Staying here?"

"Yeah. Ferry boats kinda freak me out."

"Hey, we don't have to go. I just thought it'd be fun and my friend has a great place with spectacular views of the ocean."

"No, go, go," insisted Linda. "Jeff and I discussed it and we're cool. Besides, someone has to look after Bryan. He might forget to eat for the whole time."

"I'm not that bad," he protested.

"Maybe, but once you get your head into writing, the rest of the world could explode and disappear and you wouldn't notice."

"I might notice the explosion part," he retorted.

"Ok," said Bob, "The rest of us better get packing. Remember to bring a sweater or jacket, the nights could be cool."

Bryan said his good-byes and the group began to break up. He gathered his laptop and backpack. As he was walking to his car, Linda followed.

"So, what's your schedule?"

"Don't have one," he said.

"Well, the tides work out for this afternoon to be the best time on the beach. I thought if you were back we could go around 2 and spend a couple hours there."

Normally, Bryan didn't like to be tied to someone else's schedule when he was working on a book or research. He did think that some beach time sounded good, though.

"Ok, let me see how it's going. If I'm running late, I'll call."

"Great."

"So, what will you be doing in the meantime. I hate for you to wait around all day."

"I'm going to run into Wellfleet and do some shopping. I also have a book to catch up on and, oh yeah, I think I'll sunbathe topless while no one's around."

"Come to think of it, maybe I could come back early," he said grinning.

"I'll hear the car on the shells."

He took a long look at her chest.

"I can be quiet when I need to."

Linda laughed and kissed his cheek. "Get going."

Twenty-five minutes later Bryan was settled in a corner of the historical society with a stack of books piled in front of him. His new friend, Susan, was working. She helped him find material and he made great progress. He had a protein bar around noon and took a couple bathroom breaks. Otherwise he plowed through the books and made pages and pages of notes. The background of his characters was taking shape and the plot began to emerge from the stories of shipwrecks and how the locals cared for survivors.

It was nearly 1:30 when he checked his phone. Mentally he was at the end of his useful time and packed up.

He pulled into the driveway a little after two. He walked into the kitchen and looked out on the deck. Linda was standing with her back to him. She was wearing her green bikini bottoms and nothing else. Her back was golden with a faint line where her bikini tied in back. He could clearly see her definition and admired the muscle tone. 

She stretched and reached for her tee shirt. After pulling it on, she picked up a book and a water bottle and turned to come inside.

"Oh, you're here! I didn't hear you. See anything worthwhile?"

Her breasts pushed against the thin fabric of the old shirt, letting her nipples stretch out the fabric.

"Just my luck," he said. "Got here a minute too late. You were just pulling on your top."

"Better luck next time," Linda said. "Get changed and let's head out."

Ten minutes later they were driving toward Ballston Beach. The parking lot had open slots and soon they were down on the sand and walking south until there were at least twenty yards away from other bathers.

He suggested going in right away and Linda agreed.

They waded out in the chilly water until the waves were splashing their crotches.

"I hate this part," he said.

"Probably worse for you than me," she replied. "Shall we take the plunge?"

He paused wondering if this were a double entendre. Linda winked and dove into the approaching wave. Bryan followed.

They both surfaced with shocked looks. 

"Wow, that was colder than I expected," she said.

"Oh, yeah."

"Think it will get better once we're used to it?"

"Not today," he said.

"Ok, let's just take a couple body surfs and call it a day."

They went out deeper to catch the larger waves as they were breaking. They rode about a half-dozen. The last one deposited them close to dry sand. Bryan took Linda's hand and pulled her up the incline until they stood with their feet in warm sand and felt the afternoon sun on their bodies.

Linda shivered and then asked, "So, is it true that the cold makes things shrivel?"

He laughed and nodded. "You know what's strange, though?"

"What?" she said.

"What makes some things shrivel makes other things grow bigger." Bryan dropped his eyes to the prominent bumps in her bikini top. She followed his eyes and laughed.

"God, yes. They feel like I injected them with cement." She cupped her breasts and said. "I think I have goose bumps on my boobs bigger than my little toe."

"At least you can't see my poor shriveled bits."

"That can always be rectified," she said and slapped his butt.

They walked back to the blanket and wrapped themselves in towels.

As they slowly warmed, they relaxed and lay on the blanket. Bryan closed his eyes and was falling asleep until he felt a chill as Linda rested her wet hair on his chest.

"You make a good pillow," she murmured.

He let himself go and soon was out cold.

Bryan felt a cool breeze move across his body. Opening his eyes he looked at the dark clouds rolling in. Half of his body was feeling the chill as the sun had disappeared. The other half of his body was warm. Linda's head rested on his shoulder, her left arm draped across his stomach and her leg nestled between his. As his senses came to full life, Bryan felt Linda's soft breast pushing into his chest. It was decidedly not a bad feeling. He noticed his hand was resting half on her hip and half on her tight bottom. Where her thigh touched his crotch, Bryan felt his erection snug against her flesh.

Linda's breath was slow and steady and he enjoyed the warmth as it caressed his chest. Slowly, he shifted to ease his arousal away from her. She stirred. 

"Mmm, I was enjoying that."

"Thought you were asleep," he said.

"I was in and out. It was nice to feel your erection against me. It's been a while since a man's been hard next to me. I now envy Sasha more than before. She got to play with it."

"It's going to rain," Bryan said trying to break the intimate mood. "We should be heading back."

"I don't want to move," Linda purred.

"We won't feel so comfy when it starts to pour," he said.

Linda rolled off him and sat up. She looked around and noticed that the beach was deserted. They quickly gathered their things and made their way to the car. Peals of thunder accompanied them on the last hundred yards. Just before they reached the vehicle, the sky opened and within seconds they were drenched. Linda was screaming and laughing as they stuffed everything in the back and climbed in.

Bryan looked at her short hair plastered to her head, her beach cover up turned transparent with wetness and her legs covered with large goose bumps. She looked awesome. Bryan cranked the heat and by the time they arrived at the beach house, Linda stopped her shivering. Leaving their gear in the car, they raced inside. Linda stripped off her cover up. 

"C'mon," she called. "Let's shower."

"Let's?" said Bryan.

"Well, if you and Sasha can shower at the same time, so can we."

"Ok," Bryan said.

Linda grinned.

"You can use the shower in Bob and Carol's room and I'll use the one downstairs. We'll be taking a shower at the same time."

Her smile morphed to a frown. "That's mean."

"Way it's going to be," Bryan replied.

Linda smirked and reached behind her to undo her bikini top. She eased the top down, exposing the tops of her compact breasts. Just before baring them she turned her back to Bryan. Dropping the bra to the floor, Linda hooked her fingers into the waist of her bottoms and pushed them off. She stepped free from them and kicked them next to her bra. Her untanned flesh was in stark contrast to her golden-tanned back and legs.

Slowly she walked toward the steps leading upstairs to Carol and Bob's room.

"Now, who's being mean?" called out Bryan.

Linda wiggled her white butt and looked over her shoulder. "Way it's going to be." She smiled and began climbing the stairs. Bryan stared at the quick peeks in between her thighs as she ascended. His erection was back with a vengeance.

When they reconvened in the kitchen, each had opted for jeans and long-sleeved tee shirts. The rain continued to fall heavily.

"I thought they said sunny all week," said Linda.

"Guess they were wrong," said Bryan. "How about a beer?"

"Great," Linda replied. "I'll make a couple sandwiches. Let's sit on the porch and watch the rain."

Bryan opened two beers and poured them into frosted mugs. He rolled up the blinds and settled onto the long wicker couch. Linda arrived carrying a tray with two chicken sandwiches, pickles and chips. She set the tray between them on the couch. As she bent the neck of her tee gapped open and Bryan had a glimpse of her bare breasts moving underneath, the nipples hard and pointed.

Linda set the tray on the floor and curled her feet underneath her. Sitting quietly they looked at the rain falling down into the pines while they ate and sipped their beers.

"Beautiful," said Linda. "It makes me feel safe as I sit here dry and warm while we watch the wind and rain."

She moved the tray to the floor and slipped her hand into Bryan's. "You also make me feel safe. Could you spare a hug?"

Bryan shifted around and opened his arms and Linda crawled into his grasp, cuddling against him. She rested her head on his chest. Bryan stroked her back and Linda sighed softly. They remained entwined as the rain pounded the windows and pelted the deck.

Bryan kissed the top of her head. Linda snaked an arm around him and pulled herself tighter.

"If you asked me," she said, "I'd go to bed with you."

The long silence was punctuated by the sound of the raindrops hitting the deck. An occasional gust would send them pelting against the window. Bryan drew a long breath and let it out slowly.

"I can't ask that," Bryan said.

"Because of Jeff?"

"Yes, and because of you, and me."

"I think Jeff thinks we're already doing it," she said.

"Why would he think that?"

"To get back at him."

Bryan once again felt a door being pried open that he wanted kept closed. Even if Judy had been sleeping with one of his friends, he wasn't sure he wanted to know which one. It would not bring Judy back. It would only serve to destroy a life-long relationship.

*** 

(Sixteen months ago)

For Memorial Day, he and Judy agreed that Bryan should go see his mother. She was in her late eighties and still doing well, but everyone knew that could change in an instant. Judy said she would stay home and catch up on things. Reluctantly, Bryan agreed.

Judy had been acting strangely for a while. Lord knows, she was never what anyone would call normal. Lately, however, she had lost some of her sparkle. She was less impulsive and more prone to not want to go out. For someone who loved going out on the slightest excuse and doing the craziest things, Judy had begun to mope. On weekends, she might spend half the time in bed. And this was not the insatiable love-making staying in bed. This was in bed with the curtains drawn and sleeping most of the day.

She had stopped painting and that concerned Bryan. After college, Judy continued to do nude modeling in exchange for the fees for grad classes in art. Her nascent talent bloomed and she produced quite acceptable oils. After lots of cajoling, she convinced Bryan to pose for her. A series of nudes of him and a couple self-portrait nudes of her found a market in a local gallery. Bryan was teaching and working on his first novel. Although the money wasn't great, the proceeds from her art helped put food on the table. Bryan always felt a little uneasy that she continued her nude modeling, but he also knew she enjoyed the exhilaration it brought her. It also worried him that students and their parents could see the nude paintings of him. Although he was not identified, Judy was a good enough artist so that he was easily identifiable. They were living in North Hampton, Massachusetts, and the liberal atmosphere of the town warded off any protests. He did receive a few quiet comments from some of the mothers about how much they liked the paintings.

With the sale of his first novel, they had enough to put a big down payment on an old farmhouse in New Hampshire. Judy showed an amazing ability to do remodeling. She fixed up the old barn so one area was for Bryan's writing loft and the other a studio for her. She replaced one set of the big wooden sliding doors with a wall of glass. Facing north, this part of the barn gave her great light. 

Many times coming down from his loft after hours of writing, Bryan would find Judy working with a naked man or woman. Often they would be people from the small town. He recognized the clerk from the gas station/convenience store. He was a senior in the local high school and played football. His muscular physique was captured by Judy in bold colors. She did an admirable job of also capturing his erect manhood. After the first time Bryan walked in and the boy became embarrassed at his arousal, Bryan assured him there was nothing to worry about. He said he often posed in the same way for Judy. 

Another time, Bryan went in to ask Judy if she wanted lunch. Three naked ladies stood on the riser. They had various sheer garments draped around them, but the clothing did nothing to shield their breasts or pussies.

He recognized Amy, a waitress at Hal's Diner. She was in her late teens and always had a smile as she served customers. Barbara stood next to her. She was a teacher in the same school where Bryan had taught for a year after they moved to town and was in her late thirties. Compared to Amy's tight young body, Barbara looked like a mother of two young children. Her breasts were heavy and she was a bit thick around the middle. The third woman shocked Bryan. It was Mrs. Hollister, well he always called her Mrs. Hollister. She was their neighbor and the librarian at the small town library. Probably mid-sixties, Hilda was tall and thin with a long braid of mostly grey hair. She smiled at Bryan. Her small breasts still retained their shape. Smooth skin and a tucked waist added to her allure. Unlike Amy, who was shaved, and Barbara, who had a dark landing strip, Mrs. Hollister had a full and wild tangle of brown and grey hair between her legs. He thought she was awesome.

"Surprised to see an old broad in the nude?" she said.

"Actually, I am," replied Bryan. "Pleasantly surprised. You're quite the beauty, Mrs. Hollister."

The lady guffawed. "If I'm standing here with my coochie on display, I think you better call me Hilda."

That broke everyone up. "Ok, Hilda, and ladies, can I get you something to eat or drink?"

They nodded. Judy asked if Bryan could fix snacks while they kept working. Twenty minutes later, he was back with a tray of tuna sandwiches, chips and a bucket of iced beer and soda.

"Ok, ten minutes," said Judy. "But, then I really want to take advantage of this fabulous light today."

The three naked women walked over to the large farmer's table and began to enjoy the lunch. Amy reached for a beer and Bryan said something.

"Jeez, Mr. Wallace, if I'm old enough to stand here naked, I think I'm old enough to have a freaking beer."

Hilda spoke up. "It's ok Bryan. Amy's riding with me. No harm being done here."

He nodded.

"Uh, Bryan," said Barbara. "Do you think you could not mention this to Gerry?"

Bryan knew her husband socially from around town.

"Sure. I never talk about who Judy has posing."

"It's just that I want to surprise him. Judy said she is entering this painting in the Arts Fair."

Bryan thought Gerry was indeed going to be surprised when many of his friends looked at his naked wife.

"Understand you do some posing," said Hilda.

"Only when Judy's so desperate, she'll take any heap of humanity."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that having you as a model was a sign of desperation," Hilda replied. She let her gaze travel over to a corner where one of his nudes was propped up on an easel. This one was a particularly frank one where he was posed as a gladiator with both a sword and a full erection.

The other women followed Hilda's look. They all giggled.

"I assure you that Judy is great at over-enhancing certain things."

"Maybe," said Judy, "But not in this case. What you see is what I get."

The ladies laughed out loud, with Hilda chiming in, "Lucky woman."

Bryan soon left them and retreated to his loft.

After a session when the muse moved Judy, she was even more sexually aggressive. Lately, however, she had little desire to even go into her studio. He offered to pose to see if that might help, but she politely told him no.

Bryan tried to talk with her about these changes, but she just laughed it off. "Getting older, you know. Need my beauty rest more than ever."

He had suggested she see a doctor.

"Feeling fine," was her answer. He pushed it and asked her to see a psychiatrist.

"What for," she said. "So, he can tell me I'm crazy. Everyone knows I'm crazy, Bryan. Even you know it."

He tried several other times to get her to talk to a professional. "The only professional I could probably use would be a priest. Since I don't believe in that shit any more, I don't think going to confession would really work."

Bryan asked why she needed confession. "Doesn't everyone?" was her answer.

He knew something was eating her from the inside out. He suspected it probably had something to do with her sexual appetite and her lapses of control. Although they never directly discussed it, he suspected she had taken lovers during their marriage. He never wanted to know; he only wanted her to come home to him. He still loved her with a power that he could not explain or rationalize. In the last couple months, Judy had repeatedly told him he was too good for her. He always shook his head and told her he was probably not good enough.




A Clear View Ch. 03



He felt that it was true. If he were more of a man, more able to satisfy her sexual cravings, more spontaneous and less introspective, maybe it would be different. Judy just laughed and said he was the only thing keeping her sane.

Still, something more than a tryst with a random lover was possessing her. She would not even acknowledge that there was a problem, let alone open up to him. So, at her urging, he agreed to go see his mother. In truth, he felt relieved that he would be away from her, from her brooding, for a couple days.

He and his mother had a great visit. She had long ago stopped asking why Judy wasn't with him. Probably just as well, since he had long ago run out of excuses. He sent Judy a couple texts, but received no responses. Again, this was par for the course for their recent relationship.

Driving back home, he called her cell a couple times, but it went right to voice mail. As he walked into their home, Bryan felt something was off. It was quiet. No music, no TV, no Judy humming or talking to herself. He looked in their bedroom. It was empty, the bed made and the room in its usual semi-neat state. She was not outside, in the laundry room or the studio. He walked into the kitchen and saw the envelope on the counter, next to the stove. This was the place they always left mail or other material for each other.

A cold dread swept his body. He picked it up. In Judy's thin script, he read: "Bryan. Don't open this now. I'm in the garage."

His initial fear that she had left him and this was the good-bye letter was suddenly replaced by a bigger and deeper fear.

Opening the door from the mud room, he saw her car. Then he saw the vacuum cleaner hose snaking from the back of the car into the rear window. His heart raced. There was no sound, the car was not running.

He went to the front and through the closed window, saw Judy. She was smiling, but he knew it was a smile that would never change. He opened the door and touched her arm. The cold sensation would forever remain in his mind along with the unmistakable odor. He closed the door, went in the house and called 9-1-1.

He folded the envelope and stuffed it in his back pocket and went outside to await the ambulance.

The chief detective later told him, that Judy was probably there since Friday evening. Bryan assumed she went in not long after he left. The coroner would later declare the cause of death was asphyxiation due to carbon monoxide poisoning. There were also remnants of barbiturates, such as you got in sleeping medicine, in her blood. The detective said the car probably ran out of gas, since the ignition was still turned on.

"Did you find a note?" he asked Bryan not long after they had taken Judy away.

"No, nothing."

"Was she acting strange lately?"

"Judy was a strange person," Bryan said.

The detective asked more questions. Bryan had few answers. He told him about being out of town and gave the detective the numbers for his mother and sister, who could vouch that he was there the whole weekend. Bryan wasn't offended that the detective wanted to verify that Bryan wasn't home. Finally, the detective closed his notebook, offered condolences and left. 

After calling his sister, who would break the news to their mother, Bryan called Jeff. Hearing the news, Jeff could hardly speak. He gave the phone to Linda and Bryan had to repeat the story.

"Oh, Bryan, I'm so sorry. Poor Judy. She was always so alive."

"Yes," Bryan said, "Yes, she was."

"Bryan, honey, did she leave you a note or anything?"

Bryan almost told her, but said, "No. No note."

"Bryan, we'll call the others. Just let us know what the arrangements are. Jeff and I will come up this afternoon."

"If you want," Bryan said, still not fully understanding what had occurred. "You can stay here."

"You're staying in the house?" Linda asked.

"Yes, it's my home. I have nowhere else to go."

"Maybe a hotel?"

"I'm staying here. There's plenty of room for the others, too. Ask them to stay here, please."

Jeff and Linda arrived in the early evening. After initial hugs and tears, Jeff fixed drinks and Linda held Bryan's hand. 

"Have you done anything about a funeral?" she asked.

"Uh, no. I really don't know what to do."

"That's ok, Bryan. I can handle all that if you want."

"Would you, Linda? That's so nice of you."

Linda could see that Bryan was still in shock. "Why don't you take a nap?"

"Not sure I can sleep."

"Go upstairs and I'll be up in a minute."

Linda watched as Bryan slowly made his way to the stairs. She went into the living room to find Jeff on his cell phone. He mouthed, "Mark".

Linda took up the tumbler of Scotch Jeff had poured and downed half of it. She wondered how to proceed with arrangements. Being a small New Hampshire town, there shouldn't be too many funeral homes. She was wondering how to find out when there was a knock at the front door.

She opened it to find a woman in her sixties. 

"Are you Bryan's sister?" she asked.

"No, I'm a friend. My name's Linda."

"Ah," she said. "How's he doing?"

Linda shrugged. She asked the woman to come in.

"I'm Hilda Hollister. We have the house next door. I saw all the commotion earlier. Then I heard the news. Small town, you know."

Linda nodded. "Hilda, I told Bryan I would help with the arrangements, but I have no clue where to start. Do you think you could help me?"

"Be happy to do what I can," she said.

"Let's start with funeral homes."

"Only one. Burtons. I'll call Cal, he's the owner. Tell him to get Judy from the hospital."

"Hospital? But you know she's...that she died."

"Hospital's where they do the autopsies and it serves as our morgue. Small town, Linda, small town."

"Oh, sorry, of course. If I give you my cell phone number, could you ask Mr. Burton to call me?"

"Oh, Cal's not a Burton. He bought the business from the Burton's. His name is Winslow. And, I'll have him give you a call."

"How about a church?" Linda asked. "I'm not sure if Bryan or Judy belonged anywhere."

"There's only two in town. Catholic and Congregational. Pretty sure they didn't belong to either. But, Charlie Blood, pastor of the First Congregational, is a nice guy and open to helping out. Pretty sure you need to be a member of the Catholic Church to have a funeral there. I'll call Charlie and ask him to get in touch with you. Nice of you to help Bryan like this. You must be part of that group that gets together down to the Cape."

"Yes, my husband, Jeff, and Bryan grew up together. There are two other guys that did the same. Luckily, all the wives get along. We love our annual get-togethers."

"Bryan talked about them all the time. Said he never laughs so much as when he's with all of you. Judy seemed to enjoy them, too. Going to miss her. Judy was special. Lots of energy, lots of mischief. Had a lot of talent, too. You ever see her paintings?" 

Linda nodded. 

"Use to pose for her," said Hilda. "She'd even make this old body look good. Really going to miss her. Don't know what Bryan's going to do."

"Yes, it's going to be hard," said Linda.

They talked some more and she got the name of the owner of the local diner, who would cater a luncheon after the funeral. "Amy's the waitress. Another friend of Judy. She probably heard the news, but if you talk with her, be gentle. She sorta idolized Judy. She was the free spirit that a young girl might imagine she'd like to be. Also, had a crush on Bryan. Judy knew and never let it bother her. Even got them both to pose for an Adam and Eve painting. Judy touched a lot of lives in this little backwater, Linda. Made some waves, but made a lot of friends."

Hilda excused herself to go start making calls.

Jeff was now talking with Bob. Linda went up to check in on Bryan. He was lying on top of the covers on their bed. 

"Bryan, get undressed and under the covers. See if you can rest."

Bryan allowed Linda to help him sit and get his shirt and pants off. He fell back and she pulled the sheet over him.

"Can you stay a minute?" he asked her.

She nodded. Linda picked up his shirt and pants and went to put them on a chair. An envelope fell from the pants. She picked it up and saw the writing on the front. Her heart stopped. Judy did leave a note.

Torn as to what she should do, Linda finally placed the envelope back in Bryan's pants' pocket. She crawled in behind him, lying on top of the sheet, and put her arm around him. After a few seconds, he felt his chest heave and the tears came. She snuggled him close, kissed the back of his head, and comforted her old friend.

The others arrived the next day and settled into the old farmhouse. Over the years, they did little things to improve it, but it still felt like a farmhouse.

The funeral, burial and reception, which they held in the farmhouse, moved along. After the locals went home and Bryan's family headed back to the motel in the next town, the friends sat in the living room. The combined effects of emotions, grief, booze and fatigue set in. By midnight they were all swapping Judy stories and laughing at how crazy she could be and how much joy she brought to all of them.

Jeff broke down a couple times and wept. Finally, he passed out in the arm chair. Linda took off his shoes and draped a blanket over him. Soon, all of them climbed upstairs to their rooms. Bryan took Linda's hand.

"Could you stay with me tonight?" he asked. "I don't think I can stand to be alone in that bed. Just hold me like you did last night?"

"Sure, let me go get ready."

Linda changed into a light night gown and once more climbed in behind Bryan, this time under the covers. She was surprised to find him naked. She held him while he wept. At some point they drifted to sleep. 

The next morning, Sasha cooked a big breakfast. Not long after they finished, they all packed up and left. It was a Wednesday, and they all need to get back to their lives.

Linda hugged Bryan. "Call any time," she said. "Just to talk, to cry, for any reason. We're here for you. Love you, Bryan."

He hugged her back. "Love you, too. Thanks for everything."

That night Bryan learned what it meant to be alone. Sleep was never the same and never offered the solace it used to. His mind swirled until it focused on the scratchy handwriting on the front of the envelope. He knew that someday he'd have to read it. Someday, but not today.

*** 

A gust of wind rattled the windows. Linda shivered and moved closer into Bryan's arms.

"Thanks for holding me," she said.

"Linda, I don't think I ever thanked you enough for all you did when Judy died. Those two nights you stayed with me...Well, I think they are the only two nights I've slept all the way through since I found her. You saved me. I was very close to joining Judy."

Linda pulled him tight to her. 

"I can't imagine life without you," Linda said. She surprised herself at how close she was to tears.

"Well, I'm beyond thinking of following Judy. Of course, there's still a huge hole. She was such a bigger-than-life person. I'm pretty sure she loved me, in spite of..., well, her having to meet her needs."

"She told me all the time how much she loved you, Bryan. There was never a question about that."

"Maybe I could have done more...done more to meet her needs. She tried to tell me it was ok, but I know she sought ways to deal with what was her own demon."

They held each other. After listening to the wind and rain pelt the roof, Linda turned to look up at his face.

"What was in the note, Bryan?"

He continued to stare into the storm. Taking a deep breath, he dropped his head. She moved her face to his and they kissed.

"You know I love you," he said.

"And, I you," she said.

"I should have tried harder to keep you," he said. "I was young and didn't know how when a door closes, it sometimes stays closed. At least, I knew that Jeff would love you too."

Linda stiffened. "That was a long time ago, Bryan. Like you, I never knew that what you were looking for was often right in front of you. I was young and wanted to 'experience life.' Sounds so juvenile now."

Bryan touched her cheek and kissed her forehead.

"I've never talked to anyone about the note. I've never even acknowledged it existed."

"You don't have to," Linda said.

"No, I think I do. I didn't open it until all you had left after the funeral. Actually it was a month to the day after Judy died. Sitting in my loft, I placed it on my desk and looked at it for days. I can't say what finally moved me, but I pried open the seal. Judy wrote it out longhand. Her thin and scratchy handwriting brought back floods of memories.

"She began by telling me how she loved me and that I was her only anchor to reality. She said that I should know that I was the only one she loved even though she wrote, 'in spite of my travels outside of what marriage demands.' I remember how that simple phrase pierced me. I knew, Linda, that she had her adventures. I suspected with both men and women. She always came back to me and I could feel her sincere love. 

"She went on to tell me that she couldn't take it anymore. She wrote about lines that were crossed and could not be uncrossed. Finally, she said that she already did enough damage to the 'gang' and just couldn't deal with the guilt."

Linda didn't know what to say. She just held on to Bryan.

"So, do you know what she was talking about?" Bryan asked.

Linda said, "Yes."

Bryan took a deep breath. The moment he hoped and prayed would never come, now was here. Did he want to know? Or, did he want to let the dead rest in peace and the living go on living.

"I think I want to know," said Bryan.

"Are you sure? As Judy said there are some lines that once crossed can't be uncrossed. Once you hear what I say, you can't unhear it. But, Bryan, I will be honest with you."

"Tell me, Linda."

*** 

(Two years ago)

Judy called Linda when Bryan was researching his Miners book, the third one after his two best sellers. He was on the road in Pennsylvania and West Virginia touring old mines, interviewing miners and getting a feel for life in coal towns.

Judy said she was going crazy with nothing to do and no one to do anything with. Linda invited her to come for a visit. Judy arrived the next day. She was keyed up and wanted to go out partying that night. Even though the kids were out of college and on their own, Linda and Jeff tended to stick close to home. That night, they went for dinner and then to a club. Linda and Jeff were not big club people, but Judy was enjoying herself. She made them dance with her and she danced with others she met.

Toward the end of the evening, Judy dragged Linda out on the dance floor. Judy was letting it fly. She was dancing close to Linda and acted like the younger girls by grinding a little bit into Linda's rear. Linda laughed and pushed back against her friend. Judy ran her hands up and down Linda's sides, her fingers lightly grazing the sides of her breasts. Linda thought it was silly and didn't say anything. As the music's beat intensified, Judy pulled Linda tight to her and slid her hands around to her friend's stomach. Together they swayed to the music, their butts moving in a synchronized rhythm. 

Maybe it was the multiple chocolate martinis, the music or the fact that Jeff and she never got out like this, but Linda was grooving on being so intimately close to another woman. Judy's hands dipped below Linda's beltline and settled on her thighs. Shocked to feel the wetness between her own legs, Linda pushed her butt harder into Judy's crotch. Judy leaned into her and Linda felt her friend's hard nipples pushing into her back. Judy's breasts felt as there was no bra underneath the dark tee shirt she wore. As the song reached its crescendo, Judy's hand slid over Linda's sex, lingered for a second and then both hands traveled up her body, cupping her boobs as the song ended. Linda felt like she was on the verge of an orgasm as her friend pinched her nipples. She pushed herself away from Judy and tried to regain her senses.

Judy caught her by the shoulders and spun her around. She grinned at a confused Linda and kissed her on the lips. The kiss was soft and hot. Linda wanted to pull her face away, but lacked the willpower to do so. When she felt Judy's tongue part her lips, Linda opened her eyes and stepped back.

"We need to get back to the table," she said.

"Sure," said Judy. "Thanks for the dance. That was yummy."

When they arrived at the table, Jeff looked at both women. "I thought you were going to fuck each other on the dance floor," he said. His voice was husky and his face mottled.

"That's silly," said Linda.

"Yeah," added Judy. "We should wait until we get home for that."

Jeff and Linda looked at each other. Linda chalked her friend's comments up to having too much to drink. They decided to call it a night and soon were driving back to their house.

"How about a nightcap," offered Jeff.

Linda felt they all had enough to drink, but didn't want to be the wet blanket. She asked if Prosecco would do. With everyone in agreement, she pulled a bottle from the fridge and grabbed three flutes. Jeff popped the cork and filled the flutes.

"To a fun night and great friends," he said.

They touched rims and sipped the golden bubbles.

Judy raised her glass. "To a fun night, great friends and a really hot dance."

Laughing they raised their flutes and drained the rest of their drinks. Jeff refilled the glasses.

"I'll say that was hot. Jesus, what got into you two?"

"Aw, we were just having fun," said Judy. "Besides, Linda is so freaking sexy, it's hard not to have some fun."

"You grabbed my boobs," said Linda.

"Well, at least you have something to grab," she said. "Not like these." To prove her point she lifted her shirt exposing her naked breasts. Linda stared at the small mounds and the dark, hard nipples.

"Well, they may be small, but they look great to me," said Jeff.

Judy laughed and pulled her shirt completely off. "But, isn't the real test about how they feel? I mean Linda's feel fabulous. They fill your hand."

Judy reached and again cupped her friend's breasts. "Now, these are tits. Why don't we let the girls out to play?"

Judy began unbuttoning Linda's blouse. "Oh, I don't think we should..."

"Go on, honey. It's sexy," said Jeff. He stared at Judy's naked chest.

Judy had the buttons undone and slipped the blouse over her shoulders so that it fell down her arms. Linda's sense of propriety was screaming for her to stop this before things went further. Her libido countermanded that feeling.

"Nice bra," Judy said, as she traced the lacy trim on the green satin. Her fingers again flitted across Linda's nipples.

"Jeff, unhook her," Judy said.

Linda glanced over her shoulder to her husband sitting behind her. His look of lust shocked her. She hadn't seen him like that in ages.

She felt Jeff's fingers work at the hooks and then the pressure eased. Judy took her straps and pulled the bra free. She tossed it behind her. Without shame, Judy stared at Linda's breasts.

"God, they are so beautiful. I just have to touch them."

"No, Judy, we shouldn't..." Her words stopped when Judy took a breast in each hand and gently squeezed. Linda took in a sharp breath as for the first time in her life a woman sensuously touched her naked body. As Judy toyed with her hard nipples, Linda rubbed her thighs together to heighten the sensations she was experiencing between her legs.

"See, Jeff, compared to Linda, I've got nothing. You can really feel the difference. Here see for yourself."

Judy took Jeff's hand and placed it on her breast. She took his other hand and placed it on his wife. With her hand still fondling Linda, Judy leaned into Jeff's palm.

"Now, don't you prefer Linda's over mine?"




A Clear View Ch. 03



"They both are perfect," Jeff said as he fondled her and tweaked her nipple. "You both are perfect."

Judy smiled and said, "I do believe he likes us, Linda."

Linda could just nod. The feeling of both hands on her breasts was overwhelming. Judy played with her nipple until it felt as if it had grown to a foot long. 

"I bet they taste as good as they look," said Judy. She bent and licked the tip of Linda's nipple as it extended between her fingers. 

"Oh, god," Linda whispered. "We shouldn't. No farther, please."

Judy pulled her hand from Linda's breast and took the flesh into her mouth. She could not contain the entire breast, but she held most of it. With her teeth around the nipple, her tongue lashed out. Linda could not speak.

"My lord," said Jeff. "That is so fucking hot."

Judy reached behind Linda, while still sucking at her breast, and felt between Jeff's legs. She was not surprised at what she found there.

Releasing her friend's breast, Judy said, "I think our man is turned on. Feel him."

Linda slipped her hand behind her to discover Judy's fingers wrapped around Jeff's cock, still hidden behind his pants. She could feel the hardness.

"I think he needs to let it out," said Judy. She began to undo Jeff's belt. "Help me, darling."

Linda pulled his zipper down as Judy unbuttoned the top of his pants. "Shoes," she said. The two women bent and undid his laces the pulled the shoes and socks off.

"Lift your butt, Jeff," Judy commanded. He rose up off the couch and the two women grabbed both pants and underwear and pulled them down. Freeing the clothing from his feet, they looked at the erection arising in front of them.

"He does like us," said Judy laughing. "He really does like us."

Jeff was breathing hard and the top of his cock glistened.

"Let's show him how much we like him," said Judy. "Ok?"

Linda felt she could not resist this tide of passion flowing over all of them. She nodded and watched one of her best friends lick her husband's dick from bottom to top. Judy ran her tongue around the soft tip and then took it inside her mouth. Slowly she engulfed his entire erection while her hands fondled his balls. After several minutes of sucking, Judy pulled away. She urged Linda to stroke him as she sucked.

Linda put her fingers around her husband's shaft and began moving them. Judy swallowed his head and then started bobbing in rhythm with Linda's stroking. Judy reached out and guided Linda's other hand to Jeff's balls. Jeff was groaning and making urgent noises. Judy picked up the pace and Linda kept in time with her.

"I'm..." Jeff said.

Judy buried his dick deep in her throat and Jeff unloaded. He pumped his hips, forcing his dick deep into her mouth, accompanied by spurts of hot liquid. Judy swallowed some, but let the rest pool in her mouth. When Jeff relaxed, she pulled her mouth free. She grabbed Linda by the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to hers. As their lips met, Linda felt the tip of Judy's tongue. This time she yielded and then her mouth was awash with the rest of her husband's cum and her friend's tongue. Each swallowed, but kept kissing each other. 

Judy ran her hand under Linda's skirt and felt the damp and warm panties. She could feel Linda exhale into her mouth as her finger rubbed the satin into her friend's slit.

"I tasted Jeff," said Judy, "now I want to taste you."

"Oh, Judy, we shouldn't," Linda managed to say. "We can't."

"Jeff doesn't mind. Do you Jeff?"

"God, no, this is the sexiest thing I've ever seen or done. Let's keep it going."

Judy slid between Linda's legs and pushed her skirt up to her tummy. Jeff stared as Judy lowered his wife's panties. He could see the wetness coating her neatly trimmed blond hair. Her labia were swollen and red.

"Judy, no," said Linda. "I really don't think we should."

"You want this Linda. You're ready." She touched Linda's labia and slowly ran a finger around the entire exterior.

Linda moaned and, barely conscious of her actions, spread her legs. Judy put her tongue at the opening to her vagina and pushed in.

"Oh, fuck," Linda cried out. Judy used her fingers to spread the lips and slowly licked up. She circled Linda's clit, still protected by her hood, and licked back down. Linda had her hands balled and pushed against the couch.

Judy commenced licking faster and harder. Linda's breathing became uneven. Judy then pulled back her clit hood and wrapped her lips around Linda's clit.

"Shit, I'm coming," Linda said.

Her words triggered Judy to begin a full assault on her clit. She held it tight with her lips and her tongue worked it from every angle. With Judy writhing on the couch, Judy jammed two fingers deep in her vagina. A cry escaped from Linda's mouth as she felt Judy's fingers penetrate her. Linda was rapidly climbing to a second and even more powerful orgasm. Judy pushed hard with her tongue on Linda's clit and the orgasm hit.

Linda entwined her fingers into Judy's short hair and tried to pry her away. Judy only intensified her efforts. She rotated her fingers and sought the g-spot. Finding it she pressed hard and Linda's pulling of her hair immediately turned to pushing her hard against her pussy. Judy teased the special spot as her tongue attacked her friend's clit. Linda could not comprehend that another orgasm was building. She wanted to cry out for Judy to stop, but she also wanted the sensations to never cease. Her heart was slamming in her chest and she wondered if she could survive an orgasm that promised to be as big as the sensation overtaking her entire body.

The tongue was relentless on her clit. There was now a mixture of pleasure and pain as her clit ached from all the attention. Linda felt she was at the very pinnacle when she felt something that panicked her. Judy's finger was at her butt. 

"No, not there," she pleaded. "Please, god, no."

Judy ran the finger through the juices flowing from Linda's pussy. Once again it was at her friend's back door. 

"No, god, no," she pleaded. "I can't take it."

The sensations of just the teasing at the opening to her anus had Judy bouncing on the couch. Then she felt her anus stretch and Judy's finger penetrated her. The feeling was both foreign and forbidden, but most of all it was exquisite.

Judy rammed it all the way in and began to pump. At the same time, she bit down on the already abused clit and put extreme pressure on Linda's g-spot with her fingers.

Linda lost it. She screamed, writhed and, to her amazement, squirted, as the orgasm possessed her. She was in another dimension; one where her consciousness was defined by the pleasure centered in her groin. She felt wave after wave wash over her, drowning her.

Linda was vaguely aware of Judy's retreat from her body. She felt fingers at her mouth. As she opened, Judy inserted the two fingers that had been buried in her own pussy. She sucked at them as if they were a life-saving elixir.

"You rest now, sweetheart," Judy said as she stroked her cheek. "I'm going to fuck Jeff's brains out and then we're starting all over again."

Linda lay sprawled on the couch, with just her skirt bunched at her waist. She watched as if through a fog, as Judy pulled Jeff to the floor. Quickly she removed her jeans and panties. She sat on his face, rubbing her smooth pussy back and forth. He began to eat her. In a minute, she announced she was ready and slid down his body. She raised her hips and took his cock in one motion. Resting her hands on Jeff's chest, Judy began riding him. Linda viewed this as if it were not real, as if it were a movie. Judy's tiny ass bounced as she rode Jeff to the end. They moved as in a well-rehearsed play.

Linda could not keep her eyes open any longer. Darkness fell. She thought she heard screams, both male and female, but her sated body drifted until she heard nothing.

Linda felt something between her legs. She pried one eye open to see Judy kissing her gently.

She turned her head to spot her husband asleep on the floor. His cock was deflated and shriveled. He did, however, have a smile on his face as his deep breathing filled the room.

"Welcome back," said Judy, resting her head on Linda's mound.

"How long have I...?"

"Oh, about ten minutes. You are adorable when you sleep. Too bad you missed me fucking Jeff. I have to admit I think I was awesome. I have a feeling he is going to be out for a while. After our blow job and the screwing I just gave him, I think he's going to be in La-La Land for a long time. The question is, what do we do now?"

"Oh, Judy, I don't think we should do any more than we have. I never imagined this could happen between us. What about Bryan?"

"Linda, you love Bryan, right?"

"Well, if you mean do I like him, then, yes."

"I'm not asking if you're in love with him, I'm asking if you love him."

Linda paused and then said, "Yes, I love Bryan. He's been my friend for such a long time."

"Good, 'cause I love him, too. I'm also deeply in love with him. But, Linda, I have needs. Big needs. Bryan and I never come out and discuss these things, but I am pretty sure he knows that I do things to fulfill these needs. He accepts this part of me."

"But, does he think you fulfill your needs with his best friends?"

Judy thought for a long time. "No, Linda, I don't think he does. And, I don't think he should know about it, either. I see this as a one-time thing. The three of us sorta fell into it. So, let's enjoy it, commit it to memory, and never discuss it with Bryan."

"Is that fair to him?" Linda asked.

"Look, we can't undo what we just did. So, I ask would it be fair to destroy him, our marriage and your friendships because of this one thing? No, let's let this moment pass and move on with our life as before."

"I don't know," said Linda.

"Yes, you do, dear. You know you don't want to hurt Bryan. You also know you probably never came that hard in your life. I bet you are thinking about what else we could do."

Judy held Linda close to her. "But first, let me tell you about Bryan, me and Carol."

"Our Carol?"

"The one and only. You know we were roommates. Well, let's say that in addition to Carol and I having a lot of fun together, that we included Bryan and things really became fun."

Judy told Linda about their times together in college. Linda could hardly believe that Carol, the poster mom, was that wild.

"So, sounds like fun, right?"

"Sounds different, that's for sure."

"So, now, sweetie, I think we should move on."

"What else? What else could there be?"

Judy slipped a finger inside Linda's pussy. It was still hot and wet.

"Oh, like you and I make love again. Only this time, you go down on me. I bet you wonder what it would be like to make a woman cum like you did before. To have that sort of power over another woman's orgasm. I bet that intrigues you."

"I, uh..."

"And, I think we both need to have Jeff. A threesome would a perfect addition to our little adventure."

Linda did not know what to say. When Judy's tongue ran up her labia, she found her voice. "Oh, god, that feels so good."

Judy spent some time between Linda's legs. Standing she took her by the hand and led her to the master bedroom. She pulled Linda on top of her as they fell to the bed. They kissed for a long time.

Judy rolled over so that Linda now lay atop her. "Time to do it, sweetie."

"I've never done it to a woman," said Linda. "I'm not sure I know what to do."

"Linda, just do to me what feels good to you. If I want something different, I'll let you know. There's no right or wrong way. It's all fun."

Linda kissed Judy's small breasts. The tiny mound fit inside her mouth. She used her tongue on the hard nipple.

"See, that feels so good. Keep doing that," urged Judy.

Linda felt a surge of pleasure at the compliment. She alternated between both breasts until Judy's breathing quickened.

"Ok, time to move on," she said.

Linda made her way down the compact body until she was staring at Judy's bald pussy. The smell was strong and intoxicating. She realized it was a mixture of Judy's scent and her husband's orgasm mixed in some sexually crazy fashion. Slowly, she lowered her lips to her friend's sex lips. They felt warm against her mouth. Judy lightly ran her fingers through Linda's hair and spread her legs wide.

Using her tongue, Linda separated Judy's lips and licked from bottom to top. The taste of another woman was nothing like she anticipated. Judy's was sweet and thick. Combined with the musky odor, it ignited Linda's passion. She began licking and kissing in earnest. Judy gasped and asked for more attention to her clit.

Linda licked hard against the nub. Judy ground her mound hard against her friend's face. Using her own fingers, Judy pulled back the hood. Linda licked the unprotected button and Judy growled. Copying some of the techniques Judy used on her, she closed her lips around the clit and sucked. Judy cried out. "Put fingers inside me."

Linda inserted two fingers into the tight hole. She could feel the strength of Judy's cunt muscles. Pumping slowly, Linda marveled at Judy's reaction as she lifted her hips to receive the fingers inside her.

Linda kept sucking Judy's clit and pumping her fingers. "Yes, yes, that's it," Judy panted. "Faster and harder."

Linda lightly bit down on Judy's clit and increased the tempo and force of her pumping. Judy responded by thrusting harder. Linda watched as Judy grabbed her own nipples and twisted them hard. She bit harder on Judy's clit and her friend made a deep guttural sound and began to orgasm. After Judy implored her not to stop, Linda used her fingers, tongue and teeth until Judy pushed her away, but not before she shook for a long minute in the throes of her orgasm.

Linda crawled back up to lie beside Judy. Judy turned her head and pulled Linda's face to hers. She licked the remnants of her own orgasm away and then cleaned the fingers that had helped bring her off. 

"That was perfect, Linda. Thank you. Let's rest."

Spooning the two women let sleep overtake them.

They awoke to find Jeff in bed with them.

"Have fun?" he asked.

"Yeah, we sure did," said Judy. "The question is, are you ready to have some more fun?"

Jeff grinned. Judy looked at his erection.

"Do you have lube?"

Jeff reached into the side table and pulled out a tube.

"Ok, Linda, I say we let Jeff fuck our asses."

Linda paled. She had never done anal. She was not sure she wanted to do it now and with another woman next to her.

"I never did it." Linda said.

"Hey, first time for everything, right? You never ate out another woman before? So, believe me this will be awesome."

"Obviously, honey, you don't have to, but I would like to try," Jeff said.

Linda never heard Jeff be so direct about sex before. She agreed to try.

"Super," said Judy. "I think he should do you first, Linda, and then me. I don't mind taking him after he's been in you. Also, he can cum in my ass. So, you don't have to let him do it in yours. Ok?"

Linda was so far out of her comfort zone that she couldn't even formulate a response.

"Now, let me get you ready," said Judy. "Get into a doggy position."

Linda complied, feeling embarrassed to be so exposed to her friend and husband. She was expecting Judy to begin to use her finger with the lube, when she felt Judy's tongue at her butt.

"What are you doing?" she said looking over her shoulder, and pulling her ass away.

"Just what I said," Judy replied. "Getting you ready. Relax, you're gonna love it."

Judy spread open Linda's cheeks. Linda could feel the cool air move over her exposed anus, followed by warm breath. Judy began kissing her cheeks. Without warning, Linda felt her friend's tongue at her rosebud.

"Oh, no, you can't" she hissed.

Judy replied by licking harder around the tight opening. The sensations were shooting all through Linda's body. Never had anything felt so exotic and so dirty.

As Judy's tongue stiffened and pushed against her sphincter, Linda feared that Jeff would think her a slut. "Judy, you shouldn't..."

"Let her do it, darling," Jeff said.

Linda cried out as the tongue penetrated her. Her ass bounced as Judy rammed it in and out. Her pussy was throbbing and dripping as this assault on her behind continued. Linda could not believe how turned on she had gotten. When Judy pulled her tongue away, she mewed disappointment. Her breath caught as the next sensation was a finger pressed at her butt and the cold substance being pushed inside. Judy applied at least three coatings; her finger buried up to the last knuckle.

"I'm lubing Jeff's cock, sweetie," Judy said. Linda rested her head on the mattress, her eyes shut tight. When she felt the tip of his cock at her hole, she tightened up.

"No, no, relax. You're doing so good," encouraged Judy.

Judy reached underneath and played with her clit. Linda squirmed as pleasure raced through her body. Jeff pushed against her. She breathed deeply through her mouth and in a second she felt his tip enter her. "Oh, fuck," she cried.

Slowly Jeff moved back and forth until her was buried full length. 

"Fuck her, now, Jeff. I'm going to give her head at the same time."

Jeff began to softly pound. Judy took her friend's clit between her lips and slipped a finger inside. Linda felt like a whore and began to slam her ass back into her husband's cock. 

After a few minutes of this, Linda could hold back no longer and came in a long, but intense orgasm.

"Now, me, Jeff," said Judy as she rolled onto her back. 

"Fuck me first to get your cock slick," she commanded. Judy reached for a box of handi-wipes she had seen next to the bed. She cleaned Jeff's cock and dried it with the sheet.

Linda watched as her husband slid his cock into Linda. He rammed her and she pushed hard against him. Shaking her head, Linda wondered how they got to this place and had done it so quickly.

The screwed energetically for a couple minutes. "Ok, pull out Jeff," said Judy. As he removed his cock, Linda marveled at how it shown with Judy's wetness. Judy grabbed the lube and shoved her lube covered finger into her own butt. Pulling her legs back to rest alongside her head she offered her anus. Jeff positioned himself over her.

"Do it hard and fast," she commanded.

Jeff positioned his head at her opening. He pushed and passed the first resistance and continued until he was all the way inside.

"Fuck me," Judy said.

Jeff began pounding. Linda was almost in shock as she watched her husband's cock violate her friend's ass. His shaft was slick as he plunged in and out. With balls bouncing against Judy's ass, he intensified his actions. Judy was making animal noises and writhing back and forth from the hips up. 

"Linda, play with my clit."

Linda rubbed between her legs and pulled the nub out. "Harder," Judy screamed.

Husband and wife ratcheted up their actions. Judy was pushing hard to meet every thrust and letting loose with strings of obscenities. She appeared to be reaching the top.

"Come in me, Jeff. Do it now. Linda, pinch my clit. I'm so fucking close."

Linda witnessed Jeff's look of concentration. He closed his eyes and by the way he was thrusting, Linda knew her husband was shooting inside Judy. Judy was wild and loud. As Jeff stopped, she kept pushing her ass hard against his pubis. Finally, she collapsed back onto the bed. Jeff withdrew. His cock looked red and sore as it softened.

The three fell into a pile. All they could hear was the labored breathing of each other.

"Linda, let's get cleaned up," said Judy barely above a whisper.

As they stood by the shower, Linda watched her husband's cum seep out of Judy's butt and flow down her leg. She felt like Alice after she fell through the rabbit hole. Nothing in this life was like anything she had ever known.




A Clear View Ch. 03



They washed each other under the vibrating shower. Judy spent a long time cleaning Linda's butt and inserting her soapy fingers deep inside.

"I don't think he came inside you," Judy said. "But, just to be sure..." Judy slipped her finger into Linda's anus. "God, you have a beautiful ass and it's so fucking tight. I could play with it all day."

Linda squirmed, but acknowledged to herself that this dirty penetration felt so good. When Judy pushed two fingers inside her pussy, she came again, although it was a small orgasm.

The rest of the weekend was spent in bed or other locations, but the common denominator was sex. They had a couple threesomes with Jeff. He serial fucked Judy and Linda until they all came. Judy made love to Linda multiple times and Linda reciprocated.

As Judy was packing to leave Sunday night, she said to Jeff and Linda. "I know we talked about this before, but this has to stay among the three of us. It was a fantastic weekend and I will relive these moments again and again. But, Bryan must never know. Do we agree?"

Jeff and Linda said yes.

*** 

Bryan and Linda looked out on the rain.

"Jeff, I'm so sorry. We never meant to hurt you. The whole thing was not planned and..."

"I think it was, Linda."

"What?"

"I think it was planned."

Linda sat straight and faced him. "Bryan, I swear I had no idea when Judy came over that weekend that anything like that would happen. Honest to God."

"Oh, I believe you, Linda. You were as much in the dark as I was. What I meant is that I think Judy and Jeff planned it."

Linda felt a chill race through her body. "This couldn't be possible," she thought. As her mind replayed the events of that weekend, she began to see them in another light. Jeff was so easy to get into everything. So willing to go along. Could it be that he and Judy had planned it?

"How come you're so sure?" Linda asked Bryan.

"I know Judy. She was wild, but would not take chances with another couple unless she knew that one of them, at least, would be open. I guess she and Jeff talked about it and then decided to try to get you involved. Judy knew that you would never just go to bed with her or let her fuck Jeff. It had to seem like it was the three of you together making the decisions. She was really good at manipulation."

"God, I was such a fool. And, now the rest makes sense."

"The rest?" Bryan asked.

"I wasn't going to tell you this part, but it didn't stop with that one weekend, well not for Jeff. It took me a while to figure it out, but he and Judy began an affair. He would claim to be out of town on business, but I think he and Judy would be meeting. Coming home late at night and smelling like he had a recent shower. Hanging up on a cell call when I walked into the room. Changing his password on the computer. Setting up a new email account. All sorts of shit. I finally confronted him and he confessed. He fell in love with her. He was begging her to leave you and they would go off together."

Bryan was silent, but his mind was finally fitting in the last pieces of the puzzle.

"This is not the answer I was hoping to find, but I am not surprised. It makes sense of the note."

Linda crawled into his lap. "Can you bear to hold me after everything I've done?"

Bryan kissed her forehead and wrapped her in his arms. The embrace was stiffer than just a few moments ago. Linda feared she had ripped apart the bond they had shared for years.

"Judy wrote she had done something that I would never forgive. Something that was too much, even for her. She wrote that she knew she had hurt me through the years. All I asked of her was to be there in the end. If she needed something outside, I just wanted her to come home after. Maybe I was weak, but I didn't want to lose her. Judy said that she couldn't live with herself, couldn't bear to hurt me and couldn't bear to hurt 'the other one'. The only way I could put all this together was to think that it had to be one of my friends and that she had fallen in love. The funny thing was that because Judy was Judy, I never knew if it were a man or a woman. I was so afraid it was Jeff. She knew that would hurt the most and so, she spared me that hurt. Funny, it really didn't spare me any hurt."

Linda felt the tear drop on her cheek as it ran from his face. 

"I could have lived with what you told me happened on that weekend. As hurtful as it was, I think I could have lived with it. If only she told me, we could have worked it out. I think I could have recovered from her falling in love with Jeff. But now all I have is the emptiness."

"What are you going to do," Linda asked.

"I don't know. What should I do? Beat up Jeff? Hate him? Never talk to you again? What would all that accomplish? I think he probably hates himself enough for both of us. I can forgive him, but I can't be his friend. I guess this will be the last Cape weekend for me."

"You could make love to me."

Bryan snorted. "What a revenge fuck? Not what I'm looking for."

"Not what I meant, Bryan. I said make love, not fuck. I love you."

"Linda, right now I'm not sure how I feel about you. You're so much a part of my life that I can't imagine living without you. But, I am not going to get between you and Jeff. What he did is his business. It doesn't justify me doing the same. Plus, I'm still trying to get my head around that you and Judy were lovers behind my back. And, I think you and Jeff still have things to work out."

"We divorcing," Linda said in a soft voice.

"Don't make a rash decision," Bryan said.

"It's not rash. We've been talking about it for a year. We already filed the papers. This weekend was our last hurrah. Jeff and I were going to tell the gang before we all left."

"I have no idea what to say," said Bryan as he shook his head.

"Don't have to say anything. It really doesn't concern you. The divorce, I mean. The only thing I would like to know is if you love me."

"I've always loved you, Linda. You know that."

"Yes, I do know that. But, do you think you could be in love with me?"

Bryan stared into her eyes for a long time.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "I've also always been in love with you. But, I don't know if I can do anything about it now. There is so much to sort out. As much as Jeff hurt me, I think I ache more from your involvement. I know you never planned for that encounter, but in the end you went along. I should hate you, but I'm not capable of that. I know how seductive and convincing Judy could be. Still, all you had was to say no, and really mean it. Judy would have stopped."

Linda could not hold back her tears. For a couple years she had internalized that weekend with Judy and rationalized it. Now, having openly discussed it, she saw how much hurt she brought to Bryan. Looking back in cold reflection, Linda admitted she acted like a tramp and had no regard for Bryan. 

"I know I don't deserve anything from you. But, I am sorry to my core. I feel that I played a role in Judy's decision to take her life. I can now see that you and I can never be together. That pain will stay with me for the rest of my life."

Bryan wanted to agree with her; to make her pay for what she did. Looking at her blotched face, he knew she is paying a price. Still, he could not make a promise to her.

"Linda, I said I'm sorting things out. That's the best I can say at this second."

"I can wait for sorting," Linda said and moved up to kiss him. "As long as you don't say there is no chance that we could ever be together."

"I'm not saying that. At least I don't think I am. But, I am really fucked up. This is going to take time."

"Good, then we wait. You like to think things out. You're a planner, always knowing what the next step will be."

"I'm beginning to doubt that," Bryan said.

"Why?"

"Sasha."

"Oh, yeah, I see that wasn't planned."

"God, what am I supposed to do?"

"Want a hint?" she said with some of the playfulness returning to her voice.

"Any help is appreciated."

"She wants to fuck you so bad that it's about all she can talk about."

"You're not serious?" 

"Dead serious. And, I think you should."

"Really! Why?"

"She needs to feel like a woman again. She loves Mark and will never leave him, but she's let herself become a shadow of what she was. In spite of being a nurse and understanding that there are lots of reasons for Mark's impotence, she blames herself. She feels she is no longer pretty, sexy or attractive. She's always liked and admired you. She respects you. If you find her beautiful and you want to go to bed with her, well, that will do wonders for her ego. I think it will be the best thing for their marriage."

"Fucking me will be good for their marriage?"

"Yep."

"Linda, this is the most screwed-up week I've ever experienced."

"Can't argue that point."

"So, if I were to sleep with Sasha, where does that leave us?"

"Who the fuck knows?" she laughed. "But, I would not think it would alter what I hope we can move toward."

Bryan thought about all they just said.

"Linda, I want to ask you something, but if you don't want to answer, it's ok."

She smiled.

"You said that Judy was the first woman you were with. Have there been others?"

Linda took a deep breath, paused and nodded. "We have a 'tennis group'. Only we don't play all that much tennis. We do play some other games. All four of us are married and are just looking for some good sex without worrying about diseases. Also, all of us were in the same boat. Husbands who lost interest in fucking us. So, we took matters into our own hands, literally. I look on it as a diversion. It's not like I want to just make love to women."

"Do you want to make love to Sasha?"

Linda's mouth opened, but no sound came out. Finally she could speak, "Why would you say that?"

"Because of what you did to Sasha down in my room. How you talk about how sexy and beautiful she is. Because you love her."

Linda shook her head. "Bryan, I wasn't...I mean I didn't think about...I...Shit, I don't know. On one level, yes I would. For all the reasons you stated. On another level, I think no because Sasha would never want to do it. It's not in the deal or understanding she has with Mark."

"Did you want to make love to a woman before Judy?"

"No. I honestly never considered it."

"Maybe Sasha's the same."

"Why are you pursuing this?"

"I know this will sound crazy, but I've now had this crazy idea. You know I was planning to stay a couple more weeks to work on my outline. Well, Bob told me that he and Carol are going back to Boston on Friday. I can have the place as long as I want. I thought Sasha might want to hang around a couple more days."

"And you two fuck your brains out?"

"The idea has some appeal. Mark practically came out and asked me to do it. And, you just confirmed that Sasha is open to the idea. It would be a lot easier if he weren't in the same house."

Linda smiled in recognition of the soundness of the plan.

"So, what does that have to do with all that about Sasha and me?"

"It's a big house. Maybe, you'd like to stay, too."

"And..."

"And, I think she will feel more comfortable if you are here."

"That's the only reason?" Linda asked. "Or, are you thinking that maybe the three of us could..."

"No, Linda, that's not going to happen."

"So, you want me here for what? So you can fuck Sasha and show me that you're a man?"

Her anger was building as she spoke.

"Want to make me pay for what I did with Judy by making me witness how you love another woman?"

"Want to humiliate me? Want to show me that I am just a whore, who's not worthy of you?"

Bryan let her go on. Finally, she ran out of steam and sat back.

"The reason is I think it will be easier on you to stay than to go home with Jeff. I'm not implying that you have to do or see anything regarding Sasha and me. I do know that we will not be fucking every second of the fucking day. I thought that you and Sasha could support each other. That's all."

"I need to think about this, Bryan."

"Of course, take your time. But, you need to know I'm still going to talk to Jeff when he gets back."

"You mean confront him?"

"I don't see it as a confrontation. I'm going to tell him that I know about him and Judy."

"But, he'll know I told you."

"Yes. Somehow I think he's expecting this, especially since he didn't put up a fight about you staying here with me. I also think he wants to stop carrying this secret. But, I'm not going to talk to him because he feels guilty and needs forgiveness."

"Why then?" asked Judy.

Bryan didn't answer right away. He weighed what he needed against what Linda needed. He didn't want to hurt her or put her in an awkward position, though they both had put him in an awkward position. 

"Linda, I need to get this out of the way. I think that if I can understand what Judy was thinking, I might be able to accept her decision, or at least to recognize my role in her decision. The only way I can do that is to expose the last part of it. To do so, I need to face Jeff. He needs to tell the truth."

"What does he need to say?" Linda said. "I've told you everything."

"Did he tell you that he and Judy were lovers long before that weekend?"

Linda sat up. Shaking her head, she stared into Bryan's eyes.

"No, that's not how it happened. I agree that maybe they talked about it in order to get me to go along, but I don't think they were together before then. Why do you even say that?"

"Because I know Judy. She would never take such a step with the two of you if she thought there was a chance it would explode in her face. She had to be sure that Jeff would not back out. They were lovers, I'm sure of it."

Linda shook her head in disbelief. It was bad enough to think that Jeff and Judy kept the affair going after that weekend, but to think she had been played for a fool by both of them was too much.

"I can't believe it," she said, more to convince herself than to refute Bryan.

"Let me ask about something you told me when the three of you were together."

Linda turned on the couch and brought her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. Resting her head on top of her knees she looked at Bryan through eyes brimming with tears.

"When they did anal, you said that Judy pulled her legs up."

Linda gave the slightest nod. She recalled how open and exposed Judy looked.

"Then Jeff, after fucking her pussy, might I add, went right into her."

Again, a nod.

"Think about that, Linda. Did that look like two people having anal intercourse for the first time?"

Linda replayed the scene in her mind. The two bodies moved in synch. Judy knew what to expect and Jeff was confident about what he was doing and what she wanted. Bryan was right. They had done that before.

"I am such a fool—a blind and stupid fool," she said and the tears began.

Bryan let her cry. She needed this release. It was the final step to accept the deceit she'd experienced. He stroked her foot. When she cried herself dry, he took her hand.

"Linda, when two people conspire to deceive, it's hard to see through it. When those two people are ones you love and trust, the deceit usually works. You were no more stupid or blind than I was. They cheated. It's as simple as that. Remember cheating means you don't follow the rules. Cheating means you break trusts."

"Ok, Bryan, now I understand why you need to talk with Jeff. And, I am totally all right if you tell him I told you everything. I want us to be honest with each other."

Bryan pulled her over and she fell into his lap.

"Me, too, Linda. So, will you stay? I want you to be here. Yes, for Sasha, but also for me. If I push you away now, I am sure it will be the end. But, please understand that I can't promise you I will ever be ready to let you back in so deep in my life. Let's think about this being a start. What the finish is, I have no clue. But, stay."

Linda buried her face in his chest. His words resounded in her ears and her heart raced with excitement and fear about what lies ahead.

*** 

The gang on Martha's Vineyard stayed the second night. They made it back to the house by early afternoon.

Bryan had just returned from the historical society. Jeff was pulling his bag out of the trunk.

"How about a walk?" Bryan said.

Jeff looked at him. He was expecting something like this.

"Let me put this in the house and tell Linda."

Bryan waited at the end of the drive. Five minutes later Jeff came out and they headed toward the bay. Bryan asked about the visit to the Vineyard and Jeff provided some details. They had reached the top of the steep steps that took them to the bay beach. Bryan took the lead. At the bottom they left their sandals by the stairs and walked toward the gentle waves.

"I don't think you asked me to walk to hear about the last couple days," said Jeff.

Bryan appreciated that they both knew what was to come. "No, we need to talk about something else."

Jeff took in a deep breath. "She told you."

Bryan skipped a rock across the surface. "Let's walk."

They walked along the edge, heading south. 

"Confirmed what I suspected," Bryan said.

"Bryan, I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I don't know how..."

"Don't, Jeff. Don't make excuses. It's done. It's over. Judy is dead. 'Why' is hardly the point."

"So, what do you want to talk about then?" Jeff asked.

"I forgive you, Jeff. You need to know that. I don't blame you for Judy's suicide, but I know that your affair affected her. She was a complex person and fought many demons. I think you knew that, too. I'm not going to ask who started it or how it began. The thing is, Jeff, you let it happen. You could have stopped it, but you didn't. Saying no would have solved everything. You had my love and Linda's, but you put those aside."

"I fell in love with her, Bryan."

"Fuck you, Jeff. You fucked her and then you loved her. If you never fucked her, you wouldn't have fallen in love. So, don't tell me that it was some romantic, ill-fated love affair. You two went to bed and you wanted more. You didn't let our love and friendship get in the way. You disregarded the love Linda had for you. You put aside what this would do to your kids. And, Jeff, you never considered what it would do to Judy. She may have seemed like a wild and free creature, but she was fragile. You knew that. We had talked about that. Yet, you went ahead and fucked her. And, that started a chain reaction that turned disastrous for all of us."

"I never meant..."

"Christ, Jeff, when something horrible happens that's all we hear. 'I never meant.' Of course you never meant to hurt all these people. Of course you never meant for Judy to kill herself. You never meant anything. But what you really mean is you never meant to get found out. Well, most times people do find out."

"I'm so sorry. I..."

"Jeff, I know you're sorry. But, sorry does not change anything. You were the closest person to me in this world. Sometimes I used to think you were even closer to me than Judy. You threw that aside. So, be as sorry as you want, but it's over. I do not want to hear from you after this week. I believe you have torn apart what all of us tried to hold together for over thirty years. I doubt if any of us will be the same. This is our last week, Jeff. So, go home and be sorry. Linda told me about the divorce, so you can be sorry about that, too." 

They stopped walking. Bryan looked at his former friend. Jeff cried silently.

"The ironic part is that I would have forgiven Judy, even if I knew you were the one. I probably would have even forgiven you. But, I think you convinced Judy not to tell me. In the end, I think that's what drove her over the edge. She couldn't continue to hurt me because she knew how much I loved you. So, Jeff, go back. I'm going to stay here for a while. I recommend you tell the gang about the divorce. I also recommend you leave after you do so. Yes, I forgive you because I can't live the rest of my life carrying that burden. I also know that you will have to come to grips with everything that happened. You will not have me to be your whipping boy who is punishing you. I forgive. I wonder if you can forgive yourself?"




A Clear View Ch. 03



"Bryan, please..."

"Good-bye, Jeff."

Bryan continued his walk down the beach. He felt alone like he'd never felt before.

*** 

The mood in the house was somber when Bryan returned. Bob saw him coming down the drive and walked out with a beer in his hand. Handing it to Bryan, he put his hand on his friend's shoulder.

Bryan took a long pull of the beer. He swallowed and took another. "Thanks."

"He's gone," Bob said. "Hell of an afternoon. I think everyone's still in shock."

Inside they were gathered on the porch. Sasha sat on the arm of the chair where Mark was seated. Carol was on the couch and Bob sat next to her. Linda was not in the room.

"Turned out to be a hell of a week," said Bryan.

"Amen, brother," said Mark and raised his bottle.

"Is what it is," Bob said. 

"Bryan," said Carol, "We can't believe that Jeff and Judy are divorcing. We don't understand what led to it, but I guess maybe Jeff explained it on your walk."

Bryan did not respond and sipped his beer. 

The four friends waited for more, but Bryan remained silent. He knew he forgave Jeff, but still it felt as if a part of his heart had also left with him. The one thing he knew was that he was not going to burden them with what had happened between Jeff and Judy.

Now, with Linda also missing, he wondered if he could go through with the unspoken plan to sexually satisfy Sasha. Linda helped ground him and keep him focused on why Sasha needed him. Looking at her and admiring her beauty, he knew it would be an unforgettable experience. What he questioned is if he could ever involve himself with another woman.

"Hey, this isn't a freaking wake."

Bryan jerked his head around to see Linda coming on to the porch carrying a pail packed with beers.

"I'm not offering these as a celebration," she said as she distributed the cold bottles, "but this is a divorce, not a funeral." She looked at Bryan to see if her remarks offended him. He lifted his bottle in salute.

"So, here's what I propose," Linda continued. "We drink ourselves drunk tonight—not that is much different from other nights. Tomorrow, after we nurse our hangovers, we go to the beach and enjoy our last day together. Bob and Carol, I know you are leaving tomorrow evening. Bryan, you are staying to work on your book. Mark, Sasha tells me you've got a sales meeting on Saturday and a closing on Monday. So, you'll be leaving tomorrow. Bob and Carol can drop you home and Sasha can keep the car and take me. I and Sasha would like to remain for a bit. If that works for everyone, then that will be the plan. Don't worry, Bryan, we'll stay out of your hair and let you dig around that moldy old building looking for nuggets. But, we'll also allow you to take us to the beach and out to dinner in P'town. So, if that works for everyone, let's get fucking smashed."

All five friends lifted their bottles. The deal was made.

*** 

Bob, Carol and Mark left as planned. Mark hugged Bryan before he left and said softly, "Thank you. Be good to her."

Bryan said equally softly, "She loves you, Mark."

After the car vanished over the small hill, the three left at the house looked at each other.

"What now?" asked Bryan.

"Well," said Linda, "Sasha and I thought we'd do some nude sunbathing while you go muck around at the historical society. Then later we'll hit the beach. I'll make reservations at a very expensive restaurant in P'town and you will wine and dine us tonight."

Bryan nodded as he smiled. "Maybe I could work from here today and sorta watch you guys sunbathe."

"No, that won't work," said Sasha. "You'd never get anything done."

"Ok, so that's the whole plan?" asked Bryan.

"No, wait," said Linda. "I'm going to wash the sheets from Bob and Carol's bed while Sasha moves her things into their room. Oh, yeah, I'll move your stuff in there, too."

Sasha blushed, but smiled.

"Don't make those dinner reservations for too late," Bryan said.

Although the ladies had their bikinis on when he returned from his work, Bryan was rewarded upon their return from the beach. With Sasha and Linda taking him by the hand they walked to the outdoor shower. Sasha pulled his trunks off and then removed her suit. Linda followed her and soon the three of them were naked under the shower.

For the first time Bryan had a full view of Linda's body. Her breasts still rested firmly on her chest and her dark nipples were hard and extended. She kept her blond bush neatly trimmed. She was everything he had imagined, and more.

Sasha decided he needed help with his shower. Her soapy hands brought him to full hardness in seconds. Linda watched as her friend stroked him. He felt he was losing control until Sasha stopped and let the shower rinse him.

"Want to save all your energy until later," she said. The three of them walked naked back into the house and dried on the deck, enjoying the late afternoon sun. Linda had made dinner reservations for 6:30 and they agreed to go out as soon as they were dressed and walk around town until time.

After a great dinner, they arrived back at the beach house. Linda embraced Sasha. She came into Bryan's arms, held him tightly, kissed his lips and said good night. She went downstairs to her room in the ground level.

Bryan looked at Sasha. "You're so beautiful. Tonight I couldn't stop looking at you. I also couldn't stop thinking about what may lie ahead for us. But, this is our last chance to decide otherwise. Say the word and I will go back to my bunk bed."

Sasha smiled. She untied the halter top she wore and let it drop. Her breasts appeared and reflected the dim light in the room. "Come upstairs, Bryan."

She walked ahead of him. In the bedroom they quickly undressed each other. Sasha beamed as she saw his erection. "This is really for me?"

"God, if you only knew how incredibly beautiful and sexy you are, Sasha. I may not be able to say it correctly, but I hope my body will convince you."

"Take me now, Bryan."

They lay together kissing and touching for a long time. Sasha responded to every caress and moved her body to allow Bryan full access to his desires. He spent a while between her legs bringing her to small orgasms with his mouth and tongue. Sasha pulled him up and kissed him. Her desire was stoked by the taste of her juice on his mouth. 

Bryan moved on top of her, his erection settling along her warm and damp lips. "Sasha, I have not been with any woman except Judy since we married. Obviously I have not been with anyone since Judy died. I know I am clean, but I would be happy to use a condom if you want."

"I want nothing but you inside me."

Bryan rose up and placed his tip at her opening. She reached between her legs, opened her lips and guided him in. Slowly he eased inside as Sasha groaned. He began to pull back, when he felt her hands on his butt.

"Just leave it there for a bit, Bryan. God, I forgot what it felt like to have a man inside me. I'm just enjoying this sensation."

Bryan pushed all the way in and, resting on his elbows, remained still. He could feel Sasha's muscles gripping at his cock. "You fill me, Bryan. God, this is so good. Fuck me, now."

He moved and Sasha moved with him. Soon they were thrusting against each other as sweat covered their bodies. Sasha made little sounds every time his cock reached the end. Bryan said, "Let yourself go, girl. Have fun."

Sasha laughed and on his next thrust, cried out, "God, yes that feels good. Harder, please."

He pumped harder and moved his hips to corkscrew into her. Sasha completely lost her oral inhibitions and cried out with every thrust. With the newness of being with her and having been on edge all day, Bryan knew he could not last forever. He told Sasha he was getting close.

"I've already had two orgasms," she said. "I'm close to a big one, but cum when you want."

"How close?" Bryan grunted as her cunt squeezed his cock.

"Real fucking close," she said.

Bryan slipped his hand down to feel the juices running out of her. He coated one finger. He lifted her legs to his shoulders and put his lubricated finger at her butt.

"Oh, Jesus, you're not..."

Her words ended as he rammed his finger deep inside her. At the same time, he moved his other hand to her clit and rubbed alongside her nub, still protected by the little hood. He thrust one last time and felt the release explode in her. Sasha screamed louder than ever and slammed herself against his cock. Bryan rocked in and out until his erection lost enough to make thrusting impossible. He pulled his finger from behind and slipped out of her. 

They lay side by side on the large bead, gasping for breath and soaking the sheet with their sweat and the results of their orgasms seeping out of her. Bryan felt Sasha's fingers searching for his hand. He grasped hers and they lay quietly gazing at the stars through the skylight.

"Thank you, Bryan," Sasha whispered. 

"Oh, thank you, Sasha. You are incredible."

She rolled over on her side, draped a leg over his, put her head on his chest and let the sleep of the well-fucked take her.

They rallied for two more sessions that night. In truth, nothing would ever equal the intensity of their first time, but every time they made love was a joy and delight.

They awoke during the night to find Linda sitting at the bottom of the bed staring at their naked forms. 

"Hi," she said.

"How long have you been there?" asked Sasha.

"Oh, a while. You guys looked so beautiful. It makes my heart hurt."

"Come, join us," said Sasha.

Linda crawled up the bed and started to lie next to Bryan. "Take your nightie off," said Sasha.

Linda stripped and came into Bryan's arms. Reaching across his stomach, Sasha took hold of Linda's hand. They moved their heads toward each other and shared a tender kiss. Sasha moved their joined hands down until they rested on the soft flesh of Bryan's cock. "Let's sleep," she said.

They managed to sleep past the rising sun. Bryan had to pee and held out as long as possible, not wanting to disturb the two naked women on either side. He also did not want to lose the intimacy of their hands on his member. Slowly, he extricated himself, accompanied by soft murmurs from the women. After emptying his bladder he returned to find them snuggled together. He rinsed quickly in the shower. Taking one last look at the two women, he pulled the sheet over them and went downstairs to start the coffee.

He was sitting nude on the deck sipping his coffee when he heard the screen door slide. Both women came out holding mugs and totally naked.

They sat in silence for a bit enjoying the quiet of the morning and the soft sun on their flesh.

"Well," said Linda, "was it as good as it sounded?"

"You heard us?" asked Sasha.

Linda blushed and looked into her mug. "I came upstairs and slept on the couch in the living room. I wanted to listen. I'm sorry, but I couldn't stop myself."

Sasha giggled and said, "In that case, I can say without a doubt it was way, way better than it sounded. As a matter of fact, it was fucking fantastic."

The three friends toasted each other with their mugs.

"Then, I say, carry on," said Linda.

"I believe we intend to do just that," replied Bryan.

The rest of the week did enable them to carry on. Days were spent with Bryan at the historical society, the ladies together to sun and shop, afternoons on the beach, diners together, and love-making well into the night. 

Linda would always find her way to their bed after she thought the screwing had ended. On the last night, she came up only to find Sasha swallowing Bryan's cock.

"Oh, sorry," she said and started to leave.

"Stay, if you want," said Sasha. 

Linda came back in and sat at the very bottom of the bed. Sasha gave Bryan's cock one last lick and then knelt over him facing Linda. Slowly, she lowered herself onto to him. Linda's hand moved between her legs. As Sasha rode Bryan, Linda plunged her fingers inside herself and tortured her nipples with the other hand. As Sasha neared her climax, she extended her hand. Linda let go of her breast and took her hand. As they were thus joined, both women came. Bryan cried out and exploded inside Sasha. They held this tableau for several minutes, until Bryan was completely soft. Sasha moved off. She made eye contact with Linda and pulled her hand. Slowly, Linda moved toward her. They kissed and then acting as one moved their faces to Bryan's soft member. Sasha held it up and Linda began kissing it and lapping the mixed results of their orgasm. Sasha joined her and the two women passed his cock back and forth, until finally their tongues played with each other as they licked his crown.

When he was clean they resumed their regular positions on either side of him, and slept.

Bryan let his mind replay the scene of the two women sharing his sex. He had never viewed them together from this angle. He marveled that how changing the perspective brought a whole new understanding.

For the first time in almost two years, Bryan had a clear view of how his life could move forward.

Epilogue

Sasha returned to Mark. She later told Bryan and Linda that Mark never asked her details and she gave none. She only told Mark how much she loved him and that he was the strongest man in the world to allow her this one-time experience. She laughed as she told us she finally convinced Mark to try oral sex with her. She admitted he had a long way to go before he could match either of them, but she was happy with the results to date.

Jeff and Linda did divorce. Their children were disappointed but not surprised. They had seen the rift between their parents grow. Jeff moved into his old family house since his mother had just passed away. They settled on Linda having lifetime tenancy in the house and they split their other assets.

Bob and Carol got an offer on the beach house that they simple could not refuse. They took their windfall and bought a place on the Outer Banks in North Carolina. Although they invited their friends to come, the week at the Cape was the last time the gang got together.

Bryan had another best seller with his Shipwreck novel. He did not see Linda during her divorce. He was on a book tour for six months and they only communicated via text. A year after her divorce, he invited her to New Hampshire for a weekend. She came.  

He had long resolved any ambiguity about his feelings for her. He had forgiven Jeff, in his mind he totally absolved Linda. Their first night at the farmhouse, Bryan cooked. As they were cleaning up, he bumped into her at the sink. She turned to him. With their eyes locked on each other, he pulled her to his arms. The first kiss was hot and became hotter the longer their lips were sealed to each other. Their lovemaking was more than either had expected or hoped for. 

That one weekend became two, then a month. Linda worked out with Jeff to sell their house and give the children the proceeds. Linda moved in to the farmhouse on December 1. 

It was a cold, snowy day. She was doubting her decision as she looked out the window. Bryan was researching a new book and spent long days in his loft. She was alone a lot and becoming depressed. As she let her thoughts run, she spotted someone making their way to the door. Even before there was a knock, she opened it to find Hilda holding a covered pot.

"Thought I'd drop a little something warm off," she said.

Linda invited her in. "Bryan's working," she said.

"Good, I wanted a chance to talk with you."

Linda led them into the kitchen and put the pot on the stove.

"Now, I hope you don't mind some old biddy putting her nose where it has no business. But, I am so happy you're here. You know, Bryan and I got to be pretty good friends since Judy died. Very close, as well. He's a good man, Linda, but I'm sure you know that. We'd talk a lot about you. I could tell just by the way he looked when he said your name that he was in love. So, here you are. I know it's hard coming to a new place, especially when the weather is so fucking lousy, excuse my French."

Linda smiled, warming up to this woman.

"Anyway, Linda, Bryan is adjusting to having you here, just as you are adjusting being here. So, take my advice—for what it's worth—and just breathe. It's going to work out just fine. Believe me. And, again I'm being way too forward, but I was hoping you'd might help me out at the library. We don't pay much. Hell, we wouldn't pay you anything, but I sure could use a little help. Not a kid anymore, you know. What do you say? We could walk down together in the morning. We don't open 'til ten and that leaves time to stop at Hal's have one of his cinnamon buns. Oh my, they're a sin, but worth it."

Linda nodded and began to see that maybe this was a good move after all. She moved to hug Hilda. At first the older woman stiffened, but slowly she eased and put her arms around her. 

"You'll do just fine here, Linda. Come spring I'll take you up Harper's Hill. There's a view there that'll take your breath away."

Linda felt a tear run down her cheek. It was feeling good to be home.



A Clear View



"I didn't realize guys talked about anything except sports, the weather and sex."

"I don't have much interest in sports or the weather," deadpanned Bryan.

Sasha let out a hearty laugh. 

"Well, what I saw in the shower supports that theory."

"What did you see in the shower?"

They turned to see Linda coming onto the porch. She, too, had her morning coffee and a bowl of granola doused with almond milk.

Sasha, Mark and Bryan exchanged a glance.

Linda raised an eyebrow.

Finally Bryan answered.

"Sasha accidently walked in on me in the shower this morning."

"Accidently?" she said grinning at Sasha.

"Absolutely. I didn't hear any water running and it was early. I didn't think anyone was up."

"Oh, someone was," added Mark with a short laugh.

"Huh?" said Linda.

Sasha extended her index finger.

"Really! Bryan you had an erection in the shower?"

Bryan blushed and nodded.

"Wow, morning wood. Who woulda' thunk it?"

They laughed.

"Look, it's not a big deal," said Bryan.

"I wouldn't put it that way," added Sasha, grinning.

"You mean..."

"Oh, yeah, quite an eyeful," replied Sasha. 

"More than a wiener?"

"Think kielbasa," said Sasha.

"Oh, Bryan, you devil. Hiding it from us all these years," teased Linda. She gave him a theatrical wink.

*** 

Bryan knew Linda the longest of the women in their group. She married Jeff not long after they graduated from college. Bryan and Linda dated briefly freshman year in college. It never progressed to the point where she could offer comment on the size or condition of his private parts. They decided they were better friends than potential lovers. Not long after they declared their non-dating status, Jeff asked Bryan if he would mind if he asked Linda out. Bryan said he didn't. Jeff did, and now they've been married close to thirty years. 

Linda is tall, blond, trim, beautiful and lots of fun. Add to that a first-rate intellect and a sardonic sense of humor, and Linda became Bryan's model of a dream girl. Jeff was the closest he had to a brother and now Linda was like a sister, or at least, a sister. He felt noble about letting Jeff date Linda, although he also felt like a pompous ass when he felt noble. He thought he did the right thing by letting her go. After patting himself on the back, he would come back to reality and admit to himself that he did not let her go. She had wanted to split up with him. And, in his most truthful moments, Bryan had to admit he could look at Linda and wonder if he should have fought harder to keep her. Usually those thoughts occurred when she was wearing her green bikini or a ridiculously tiny pair of running shorts. 

But, Jeff was his best friend and Linda deserved a good guy like him. Jeff had always been his best friend. But, his relationship with Jeff had been different since Judy died. After the funeral, they talked less frequently and this is the first he's seen Linda and Jeff since then. He wondered why Jeff had been a little absent. He chalked it up to each person dealing with grief differently. At least, he hoped that was the reason. He knew if one of the women of this group died, he would hard pressed to deal with it. 

Still, looking at Linda in her terrycloth shorts and tee shirt, he admitted she looked as beautiful now as when he first saw her. She was long and lean. Her face reflected some of her fifty plus years, but still had a clear complexion that made her look at least 10 years younger. She kept her blond hair short, avoiding the awkward problem of having long hair well into middle age. In the morning sun, Bryan could make out some silver among the gold. He imagined Linda couldn't be bothered with coloring her hair. She looked great.

*** 

Bryan asked, "What's the plan for today?"

"High tide at ten," said Bob who closed the sliding screen door as he spoke.

All said "morning" and he toasted with his mug.

"So, I say we do whatever to mid-afternoon. We can then hit the beach and hang out until dinner time."

Bob was the expert on beach time. Years ago he and Carol built this house and spent August of every year down here. They rented the house out in June and July. The income had helped pay taxes, upkeep and part of the mortgage. Just two years ago they had a mortgage-burning party during their week together. A week with their friends was part of their Bob and Carol's month.

"I wouldn't mind hitting the shops in P'town," said Sasha. 

"Me, too," came a voice behind them.

They noticed that Carol had joined them on the deck, followed by Jeff. 

"Great, girls go shopping," offered Bob. "I thought maybe the guys might like to go fishing. I have tentative arrangements with a friend to go out for a short cruise on his boat. Any takers?"

Mark and Jeff immediately declared their interest.

"Bryan?" asked Bob.

"Actually, I thought I'd go over to the Truro historical society. I'm working on something new and I could look up some background."

"A new book?" asked Linda.

"Yeah. Still piecing together the framework, but part of the action takes place on this end of the Cape in the late 1800's. I'm looking for some information on a famous shipwreck."

They all chatted for a while and then went to get ready for their morning activities. They agreed to meet back at the house no later than 2:30.

Mark and Jeff piled into Bob's Jeep and headed toward Pamet Harbor to meet up with the boat. 

The three women and Bryan left the house together. As they were getting in their separate cars, Linda told the other women to wait.

She approached Bryan's car and stuck her head in his window.

"Hey, would you mind some company?"

"What? You'd rather poke around a dusty historical museum than go shopping?"

"Well, the dusty museum doesn't sound all that great, but I'm not up for shopping. Besides, wouldn't you want some exhilarating company?"

"Sure would. Do you know someone who could supply it?"

Linda grinned and flipped him the bird.

"You're such a douche."

"What? Oh, you meant you? Sorry, I got thrown with the exhilarating part."

"God, a douche and an asshole. I must be masochistic. Anyway, what do you say?"

Bryan looked into her hazel eyes with the gold flakes. 

"Sure. I look forward to boring you beyond all measure."

Linda ran back to tell her friends of the change in plans.

Both cars left and soon went their separate ways.

"So, was it embarrassing?" Linda asked.

"What?"

"Getting caught by Sasha with a boner."

Bryan shook his head slowly. "What's embarrassing is having to talk to you about it."

"Oh, come on, Bryan. We've always been able to talk."

"I don't recall ever talking to you about being caught nude."

Linda giggled. "Got me on that one. And, I am quite sure we never discussed stroking your hard dick in front of anyone."

Bryan shot her a look.

"Oh, come on. We're girls; we talk."

"What are you really asking, Linda?"

"Well, you must need relief. I mean if you were turned on when Sasha saw you, and played with it, did you have to, you know, get relief?"

"You really want to talk about this?"

"I thought it might help you to talk about it."

"Ok, let's start by discussing your sex life. How often do you and Jeff do it? Do you like porn? Is masturbation better in the morning or the afternoon? Doggy style, missionary or cowgirl?"

Linda stared ahead for a minute.

"That's harsh, Bryan."

"Well, maybe I don't want to talk about my having a hard-on. Being single the only release I have is jerking off. Satisfied? Isn't that what you wanted to know? How often does this poor widowed guy have to wack-off?"

Linda turned and looked at Bryan. 

"We never have sex."

"Duh, I think you mean we never had sex," said Bryan.

"No, not you and me. Me and Jeff. He hasn't touched me in two years."

Bryan tried to keep his eyes on the road, but had to turn to look at his friend. She stared out the side window. He looked at her slender neck showing between her hair and the pink of her polo shirt. He wanted to touch her, but his hand didn't move.

"I don't know what to say, Linda."

She turned toward him. Her eyes were red, but she smiled. Bryan thought it was a mirthless smile.

"Tell me about your book idea."

"Linda, about being a shit..."

"You're writing about being a shit? I didn't think it was an autobiography."

They both grinned. Bryan got the message that Linda had changed the topic.

Bryan laid out a vague concept of how a family took in one of the sailors from the shipwreck. There is some mystery about him and perhaps his role in being responsible for the wreck. The local authorities start an inquiry. He becomes infatuated with the wife. Bryan was still working the plot details, but felt he was ready to do research on shipwrecks and what happened after one.

"You know there were quite a few wrecks in this part of the cape," he said. 

"So, the hero, or let's call him the protagonist until we discover if he's really heroic, is going to be bedding his host's wife?"

Bryan looked at Linda and she returned his gaze. The silence in the car drowned out the road noise.

"As I said, still working on the plot," he replied.

"Ah, but as an author you'd need to have a point of view, right? So, what's your point of view, the husband, the sailor or the wife?"

Bryan didn't answer. He did not want to go down that path.

"There's the turn-off," he pointed out.

He pulled into the lot next to the old hotel that served as home for Truro's historical society.

They got out of the car and Linda looked out toward the ocean.

"Ever been to the top?" she asked looking at the Highland Lighthouse.

"Once, a long time ago. It's a great view, want to go up?"

She nodded and they walked toward the tall structure.

"Lighthouses are quite phallic, don't you think?' she said and slipped her arm through his.

"Never really thought about it." 

"Hard to miss the symbolism," she said. "Wonder how'd it look in a shower?"

She giggled and Bryan slapped her butt. "God, you are a tease sometimes."

He paid for two tickets and they began the climb up the 69 winding stairs. He allowed Linda to go first. His eyes were fixed on her taut thighs and tight butt clad in white jean's shorts. Telling himself to relax, he fought his second erection of the day.

Reaching the level nearest the top, they found themselves in a room that held the mechanism for the light. There was a young tour guide who explained how long the building was in its current location, having been moved from the original location because of erosion of the dunes.

After listening, they climbed the ladder to the top, where the lens still sent out its warning light. These steps were steeper and Bryan caught a glimpse of Linda's pink undies as she stepped up. Walking around the light, they arrived at the door to the catwalk. They exited and stood on the narrow balcony that wound around the perimeter.

A warm land breeze moved over them. Looking out over the ocean, Bryan could make out the sail of a passing boat. He pointed it out to Linda.

"Wonder if they're going somewhere or just riding along for fun," she mused.

"If you're moving, you're going somewhere," Bryan said.

"Are you going somewhere, Bryan?"

She had slipped her arm through his and pulled herself tight to him.

"Sure," he quipped. "Going around the other side to look at P'Town."

He moved and she followed.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"Look, you can see P'Town Tower."

Pointing off to the distance, they could see the square shape of the famous landmark.

"Hmm, another great phallic symbol," said Linda. "Must be the day for things sticking up."

"Jeez. You've got phallus on your mind today," he teased.

"Well, I'm not the one waving a pole at Sasha in the shower," she said.

"Really, Linda, there is nothing about Sasha and me in the shower. She walked in by accident. I had a boner. End of story."

"Did you want there to be more of the story? Sasha told me she would not be offended if you needed to finish while she watched." she said quietly.

"I could never do that."

"Wouldn't it be a sexual thrill, like a sexual adventure?"

"I don't think about her that way," Bryan said.

"You mean you never thought about Sasha sexually?"

"She's Mark's wife. She's my friend, for crying out loud."

"That doesn't answer the question."

"I'm not going to, Linda. And, I don't understand where all this is coming from?"

"Bryan, all I'm asking is that if Sasha weren't married to Mark, would you find her sexually attractive?" Bryan wondered if Linda were really asking if he found her attractive.

Bryan turned to look at her. She held her gaze fixed on the distant tower.

"Is that all you're really asking, Linda?"

She shrugged. "Just because a woman is married, does that make her not attractive sexually? I think Sasha is beautiful. She always has been and she is today. Sometimes I look at her and it takes my breath away how beautiful she is. So, I imagine a guy must feel that way, too."

"Linda, when you know someone, you can't really separate them from who they are. Sasha is Mark's wife. That's part of her. It seems like I would be objectifying her if I just looked at her physically."

"Well, I think she is one of the sexiest women I've ever seen. Any man—or woman—would want to make love to her."

"Including you?"

"As I said, she is beautiful. She is also seriously sexually deprived."

Bryan reflected on Mark's admission of impotency. He had been caught up in the effect it had on Mark. He never considered what lack of intimacy must have meant to Sasha. Now, Linda had told him that she and Jeff were not intimate. Were the two women helping each other? Could it be that Judy was also part of the ménage? Was Judy sleeping with Linda and Sasha?

Bryan tried to redirect the conversation.

"Look people need to respect each other for their entire being, not just their sexual side."

"I don't buy it. If that were the case, there would never be adultery. Adultery is 80% sexual and 20% boredom. Cheating could be to make up for a lack of sex, or boring sex or even revenge sex. But, it's sex. So, I don't think that because a person is married they are not sexually attractive to other people."

Bryan turned and looked at his old friend. Nothing really surprised him about people. Being a writer, he understood that there were many currents, running in different directions, under even the most calm exterior. Was Linda telling him that she made love with women? Was she hinting that she and Sasha were lovers? Was she admitting that she indulged in adultery? Was she coming on to him? Or, was she trying to tell him something he didn't want to hear?

Bryan felt his stomach tighten. He sensed he knew where Linda was now going. And, he dreaded it. She was playing with the lock that kept a demon outside the door.

She turned toward him and slipped her arms around his middle.

"Hold me," she said.

He embraced her and she melted into his grasp. He could feel her breasts pushing into to him and her naked thighs felt warm against his. His cheek rested against his and her warm breath covered his neck.

"Do you find me attractive?" Linda asked in a whisper.

"You're beautiful," he said. "You always were and, I think, you've gotten sexier through the years."

"Mmm," she said and squeezed. "Sexier than Sasha?"

"I don't understand why you keep picking at this bone," he said as Linda squeezed her body to his. "Ok, just to shut you up, I find Sasha sexy. No, make that, I finder her incredibly sexy and always have. You remember what she looked like when we were in college. She's just gotten more attractive through the years. That happens with some women."

Bryan felt Linda move in his arms.

"Just like you. You are more beautiful today than ever. So, does that answer your question?"

Linda nodded against his shoulder.

Wordlessly, they clung to each other at the top of the tower, a breeze blowing alternately warm and cool as the wind shifted from land to sea.

"I think she was screwing someone," he said so softly she almost missed it in the wind moving past her face.

He held this thought inside for a long time. Even before she died, he felt there was something Judy was hiding. He suspected what it was. The dread that had hung on him since he found the note now came crashing around him as he voiced his suspicion. The door was opened and there was no safety catch to be found to close it.

"I know she was," Linda said as softly as he had.

*** 

The first time Bryan saw Judy she was nearly naked.

It was the near the end of his junior year. There was a demonstration at a town park to protest a "double standard" in clothing regulations. The protestors claimed that since men could run or play in the park without a shirt, women should be afforded the same opportunity. The town council said that there was an ordinance banning indecent exposure and that the act of women exposing their breasts was indecent. Women had to keep their tops on.

So about two dozen protestors, all college women, showed up on a Saturday morning in the spring and stripped to the waist. They carried signs that read "Boobs are not indecent" and "Free the Breasts".

Bryan was oblivious to the fact there was a demonstration. He was just out for a run and cut through the park. He saw the crowd and a TV truck and jogged over. Being a warm day, Bryan had pulled off his shirt and stuck it in the waistband of his running shorts.

He just reached the crowd and for the first time noticed that there were topless women there. One woman looked at him and ran toward him. She screamed, "This is what I'm talking about."

She stood next to him and said, "Why am I indecent and he isn't?"

Bryan looked at the slight woman. Her black hair was a tangle of crazy curls reaching down past her shoulders. Weighing probably no more than 100 pounds, she came half way up to his shoulders. Her body was fit and white. He looked at her dark eyes and immediately sensed the energy and something else in them. It was more than intensity; it looked like a touch of madness.

He looked at more than her eyes. 

Her small breasts were tiny mounds on her chest. Round areolas and dark nipples pushed out in defiance. She wore a black bikini bottom that showed a taut butt. Bryan had never seen anyone like her. 

The media and spectators were taking pictures. The woman slipped an arm around his middle and called for the others. In seconds, Bryan was surrounded by a gang of topless women. He felt naked breasts pushing into him from all angles, as they mugged for the cameras. Bryan laughed and grabbed a "Free the Breasts" sign and held it above his head.

A reporter shouted out to him. "What do you think of topless women in public?"

Bryan said the first thing that came to his mind.

"Hey, if women want to take their tops off, I say let them. Boobs are cool."

The wild woman next to him immediately took up the call.

"Boobs are cool," she chanted. The other women joined in. Bryan shouted along with them. 

"Boobs are cool." "Boobs are cool." 

The women raised their arms and jumped around, screaming, "Boobs are cool."

After a few moments, the wild woman yelled, "Boobs are cool. Off to the pool." The others picked up that chant and began heading out in the direction of the town pool.

The wild woman turned and hugged him. 

"Thanks for being a sport."

"Sure. It was fun."

She hugged him again and he felt the hard nipples boring into his naked chest.

The woman took the sign from him, stood on her toes and kissed his lips. She turned and ran to catch up with her fellow protestors.

Bryan watched the small rear with the slightest butt crack at the top of the bikini head off. 

He finished his run and was in cool down mode, walking along the north end of the park. 




A Clear View



"Hey,' he heard a voice call. "Hey, runner guy, wait up."

He turned to see the girl with the wild hair and a tall blond hurrying to catch up with him. He thought the tall blond had stood on the other side of him when they were chanting. He recalled she had large breasts that bounced a lot when she jumped up and down.

Both women were wearing bikini bottoms and tee shirts, but obviously nothing under the shirts.

"How was the pool?" he asked.

"Never got in," said the dark-haired girl.

"No?"

"Cops were there," added the blond. "Said if we didn't cover up, they would arrest us and haul us in. I've got a job that I need so I can pay next year's tuition. I can't afford to spend the night in jail."

"Yeah," added the dark-haired one, "the other girls weren't up for real civil disobedience. Probably just as well. I think we made our point. I was thinking, though, we should go to the next council meeting and flash those old goats."

"You're on your own with that one, Judy," said the blond.

"Judy?" Bryan said.

She nodded. 

"Judy, would you like to go out for a coffee or something sometime?"

"Not much of a coffee drinker," she said. 

Bryan looked disappointed.

"But I would like to try a 'something sometime'," she added with a mischievous look.

"Great. I'll call you. What's your number?"

"Got something to write with?"

"Shit, no."

"What do you have?"

"My key in my sock."

Judy laughed. 

"Bonnie, do you have a notepad or something?"

The tall blond nodded and pulled a small book out of her shoulder bag.

"Give her your number."

Bryan said his number and the blond wrote it down. 

"I'll call you when I'm up for 'something sometime'."

"How do I know you'll call?" Bryan asked.

"'Cause I like your chest," she said and ran a finger down his bare, sweaty chest.

"Great, 'cause I like yours, too," he said.

Judy laughed. "Sure, but not as much as Bonnie's, I bet."

He looked at the large shapes under the tee shirt of the blond, who then lifted the shirt for a reminder look.

"Well, they are awesome. But, no offense, Bonnie," he said, "actually, I like yours better, Judy."

Bryan was surprised to see Judy blush.

"Get your camera ready, Bonnie," she said.

Judy stood next to Bryan and pulled her shirt over her head.

Bonnie took the picture.

"If we meet again, I'll give you this. Sorta an incentive to show up. I'll let you know where to meet me for that 'something sometime'."

Bryan looked at her naked chest. Her nipples stood out. He resisted the urge to touch them.

"I like your incentives a lot. Soon?"

Judy laughed as she pulled her tee shirt back on.

"Yeah, pretty soon."

They had reached an intersection. Bryan headed west and Judy and Bonnie went east. He was a half block away when he heard a voice. He turned and saw Judy standing across the street at the intersection and cupping her hands to her mouth.

"What's your name?"

He shouted it out just as a bus rumbled by. Judy held her hand to her ear. He repeated it, but there was a round of blaring horns as a pick-up cut off a car. By this time, the light had changed and he lost sight of her as cars, trucks and vans passed through the intersection. When the traffic finally cleared, she was not in sight.

*** 

Linda breathed in deeply. Her breasts pushed harder against Bryan as they stood on the top of the Highland Lighthouse.

In the six months before her death, Judy began acting strangely—even more strangely than normal.

Should he have paid more attention to these changes? He didn't know. Maybe he was afraid to pry open another part of her life. There were so many surprises he had stumbled upon. Did he really want another?

He spoke into Linda's ear.

"I knew something was different. I couldn't bring myself to confront her. Linda, I was tired. Judy tired me out. She demanded so much. So much attention, so much support, and, so much sex. I was worn out. I didn't think I could add another layer to what I was carrying. Maybe if I did, things would have turned out differently."

Linda hugged him tighter. "I don't think so. Judy was on a course. There was nothing anyone could have done to alter it."

Bryan enjoyed the physical closeness of Linda's embrace. 

"You know, when Judy and I started dating there was some crazy shit going on. This was after you and I stopped dating, of course."

"I know that, Bryan. I was already seeing Jeff when you met Judy. I always thought you two were a bit of an odd couple."

Bryan pulled back to look into Linda's eyes. "In what way?"

"You were, well, you still are, a fairly straight guy. Like other writers I've met, you're introverted, bordering on shy. You see things in people that others miss. I guess you are hyper-sensitive. Bryan, these are all good things. But, Judy was like the opposite."

Everyone said Judy was crazy or wild, rebelling against any formality or constraint. Her only rule was her rule. If she thought it was good, then she'd do it. To her boundaries only served to let her know when she crossed them. To Judy, the world was a completely open place.

*** 

The second time Bryan saw Judy she was completely naked.

Their dorm room had a phone. His older brother told him how good he had it since when he was at the school only a pay phone in the hall was available.

Bryan kept willing the phone to ring, but willpower alone was insufficient. After more than a week of frustration had gone by, his roommate came in from class one afternoon. After catching up on the news of the day, his roomie asked, "Did you get any of those weird calls?"

"No. What weird calls?"

"Some crazy chick keeps calling and asking if Running Guy is here. I tell her there is no one named Guy here and hang up. She calls back and asks the same thing. I give her the same answer and she starts swearing at me. Man, she sounds completely whacko."

Bryan's heart sinks.

"Did she leave a number?"

"What? No. She's a nut job, I tell you."

"Look, if she calls again tell her I'm not here, but ask if she will leave her number."

"You're Running Guy?"

"Look, just do it. Ok?"

"If you want, but I'd be careful. She sounds like a nut."

The next day Bryan returned from his cafeteria job and found a note from his roomie.

"Nut job called," the note read. It also contained a phone number.

Bryan dialed immediately. A woman answered. "Judy?"

"No, she's not here. Can I take a message?"

"Uh, yeah, can you tell her Bryan returned her call?"

"Bryan?"

"Yeah."

"She's never mentioned a Bryan. Are you sure you've got the right number?" Bryan read the number his roomie left him.

"That's our number, but I don't know a Bryan."

"Shit. Sorry. But, Judy's been calling and my roommate thought she was crazy, so he never passed the message on. I told him if she called again, to get her number."

"Is this Running Guy?"

"Yeah, that's me, Running Guy."

"Oh, god, Judy's been going crazy trying to reach you."

"Sorry. It was a screw up on our end. So, will you give her a message?"

"I can do better. She told me if by any chance you called, to ask you if you can meet her tonight for something. That's all she said, 'something'."

Bryan chuckled. "I can meet her. Where and when?"

"She's downtown at the Art Institute, you know on Walnut Street. She said she'll be in Room 14 on the basement level. If you can be there by 7:30, she'll meet up with you and you guys can go out."

"Great. Thanks. Uh, where should I wait for her?"

"Oh, just go into the room, she won't mind."

"Won't I be disturbing the class?"

The girl laughed. "Not really. It's kinda casual."

"Oh, ok. Thanks. Hey, what's your name?"

"Carol."

"Nice to meet you, Carol. Thanks for all your help."

"Don't mention it."

Bryan showered and pulled on relatively clean clothes. He took the campus shuttle downtown and walked over to the Institute. It was located in a section called Heritage Square. A park was surrounded by the library, Historical Association, Art Museum and the Institute. All the buildings were over 100 years old and the combination of granite, sandstone and brick added a sense of history to this section of town. The park was full of young people hanging out or playing Frisbee, older folks sitting and chatting on park benches and a smattering of homeless men leaning against a tree trunk and smoking.

Bryan entered the Institute and asked the guard how to get to Room 14. The guard checked his watch and told him, "That class is almost over."

"I'm just meeting a friend, not attending the class."

"Well, go down those stairs and turn right. It's the last door on your left."

Bryan ran down the stairs. He checked his watch. It was twenty past seven. Carol told him he could go into the class. He figured he'd slip in the back and sit in the last row. In that way, he could see Judy as she made her way out.

He opened the door and was struck by the subdued lighting. He then noticed there were no rows of chairs. His attention turned to the one source of bright light. In the center of the room was a circle of brightness. In the center of the brightness, Judy stood. She was completely naked and facing him.

Bryan then noticed the circle of easels and students gathered around Judy. Judy looked even whiter under the strong lights. She had her hands extended over her head. Her small breasts flattened against her chest, but her prominent nipples stood up. She had a narrow waist that broadened slightly at her hips. Her short legs were spread about six inches apart at the ankles. She arched her back and that pushed out her stomach and made her crotch a focal point. Bryan stared at the wild mass of black curls between her legs. She looked like a captured feral creature. 

A voice cried out time. Judy relaxed and then turned her back to him. She bent from the waist, resting her elbows on a stool in front of her, stretching her back, affecting a new pose He could see more pubic hair and her sex lips peeking between her cheeks. She spread her legs a little farther and he could detect her sex opening up a bit. His jeans were now straining with his erection.

A voice then called out, "That's it for tonight. Thanks, Judy."

She stood straight and stretched and shook out the kinks. There was polite applause as the lights came up and the students began packing away their materials.

Judy walked directly toward him.

"Hi! Glad you got my message."

Bryan had some difficulty maintaining eye contact, but did his best.

"Yeah, uh, Carol said it was ok to come in. I didn't know that you'd be...well, that you, uh, you know..."

"That I'd be a nude model?"

"Exactly."

"Girl's gotta earn her tuition somehow," she said. "Hey, I'd love to stand here and chat, but they sorta like us models to get dressed after the class."

"Oh, yeah, sure. I'll wait."

"Cool. My changing room is behind you."

Bryan realized he was blocking the door to the room. He jumped out of the way and let her pass. 

Waiting in the hallway, he thought what a complete ass he was. Five minutes later Judy came out, dressed in a tight tee shirt and severely cut off jeans shorts. She wore sandals and carried a large straw bag.

"So, are you up for 'something'?"

Bryan grinned and nodded.

"How about we go to the Pub and Grub?"

He grimaced.

"What?" she said. "I know it's not great, but it won't kill us."

"I only have five bucks," Bryan admitted.

Judy laughed. "What the hell were you expecting for a 'something'? Are we just supposed to walk around and marvel at the pavement? Or, was your idea just to take me somewhere so we could fuck?"

Bryan blushed. "No, I wasn't thinking that."

"Oh, well," Judy said, "what did you have in mind?"

He shrugged. "Guess I was so excited about seeing you again, I didn't give it much thought."

Judy looked for some sign he was putting her on. Seeing none, she said, "That's nice."

She reached up and kissed his cheek.

"Ok, you buy two beers and I spring for the burgers."

She grabbed his hand and started walking in the direction of the bar.

"So, what'd you think?"

Bryan enjoyed the feel of her hand in his. He looked down into her dark eyes.

"I thought you stood naked very well."

Judy laughed. "You're funny."

"Thanks."

"Well, now that you've seen every bit of me I think it's only fair if you answer two questions."

"I think I still may be getting the better part of the deal."

She bumped into him and squeezed his hand.

"First, what's your name?"

"Bryan. Bryan Wallace."

"Ok, Bryan, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, Judy...?"

"Judy Pawlowski."

"What's your second question?"

"Do you have a nice dick?"

Bryan actually coughed. He turned red and then recovered. "'Nice' like how?"

Judy laughed again. "Hell, nice in any way."

"Well, it often stands up when it meets a pretty naked woman. So, I guess you can say it's at least polite."

Judy jumped in his arms. "God, I love you already. You're as cocked as I am."

Bryan doubted her assertion, but he did enjoy the feel of her in his arms.

***

"I always thought you liked Judy," Bryan said as they stood together at the top of the lighthouse.

"God, I did. I'm not saying anything against her. It's just that the two of you were so different. Judy thought so, too."

"Did you guys talk a lot?"

"Yeah, we did. She told me all about your early days. Made my hair curl," Linda said with a trace of humor.

"She told you everything?"

Linda kissed his cheek softly. 

"If you mean did she tell me about you, her and Carol, the answer is yes."

"Does Carol know that you know?"

"Don't think so."

"And, what does Bob know?"

"I think he must have some idea of how wild things were. But I'm pretty sure Carol never told him about the times you, Judy and her were together. Carol is now such a perfect wife, mother and community leader. I think she likes to keep that part of her past buried. So, I doubt if she told Bob."

Bryan let that sink in. He often wondered if Bob knew he had screwed his wife, even if was before they ever dated. 

"You know they had a threesome," said Linda.

Bryan nodded. "Judy told me it was just one time. After I introduced Carol and Bob, Judy was curious. She said it happened one night when I was visiting my sister at her school."

"Judy told me the same story. She said it was a one-time thing." 

"It's so strange," Bryan said. "I don't think I could write a plot this convoluted. For a group of friends who seem to have perfect marriages, there really was a lot of funky stuff going on."

Linda pushed hard against him. "Yeah, there was. Of course, it was before we were married." Linda paused and added, "Mostly."

Bryan's mind slipped back to the beginnings of his relationship with Judy. He wondered if Bob were the one Judy might have been sleeping with.

*** 

Judy had a huge sexual appetite. Bryan knew this from the first night they were together. She was wild, multi-orgasmic and insatiable. There was nothing Judy didn't try or do. He didn't mind because it was mind-blowing sex. They were young and sex defined a relationship. 

After they married it was still hot and frequent. He listened to other married guys complain how the fire died after they settled into married life. With Judy the flames seemed to blaze hotter. Judy had told him when they first started dating that she'd occasionally liked to be with women as well as men. Her roommate, Carol, and she were "friendly lovers", as she described them. Early in their dating, the simple equation of one plus one became complex. 

Although colleges had greatly relaxed rules about visitation privileges, it still was not easy to spend the night with a girl. His roommate tried to be accommodating and would find another place to sleep if Bryan asked him. But, Judy wanted sex a lot and he couldn't ask his roomie to permanently make himself scarce.

Judy said that Carol was cool and wouldn't mind giving them space.

So, they moved their love-making to Judy's room. After a week of nightly fuck fests, Judy said Carol wanted to get back to her own bed.

Bryan said that they would have to cool it.

"No fucking way," was Judy's response. "Carol's seen me screw other people. So, we'll just go on as we have."

"You can't mean we'll do it while she's in the room?" gasped Bryan.

"Exactly what I mean," she replied.

Bryan thought it was weird beyond all measure. He also thought he did not want to stop the hot sex with Judy. The first night together was strange. The three of them shared a pizza in the room. Carol excused herself to take a shower.

"Get undressed and into bed," demanded Judy.

Bryan stripped and jumped under the covers. When Carol returned, Judy said she had to pee and told Bryan and Carol to talk.

"Carol, I'm sorry we're putting you in this spot," said Bryan.

"Don't mention it," she said and pulled off the towel exposing her body to him. She stood naked in front of him and worked lotion into her skin.

"As you can see, I'm also uninhibited." She laughed and added, "Not as uninhibited as Judy, but I don't mind being nude or seeing other people nude."

"We are going beyond just being nude," Bryan said as he watched her rub lotion onto her large breasts. Carol was average height with dark hair. Her body was attractive in a plain vanilla way. Big breasts, decent legs, heavy and thick, dark pubic patch. Her ass was a little broad, but pleasant. 

"I get that, Bryan. I've been here before when Judy had sex. I know she can be quite vocal and, shall we say, acrobatic."

Bryan had to laugh at her polite description of the banshee that Judy became during sex.

"So, you guys do what you want. I may watch, I may not. Most likely, I will and get myself off."

She rubbed lotion on the tops of her thighs and let her fingers run through her thick triangle.

"So, why don't you flip that sheet off?" she said. "Let's get the 'seeing other person naked' part out of the way."

Bryan moved the sheet down to his feet, exposing his erection.

"Sweet," she said staring. "That's very nice, Bryan, very nice. I can see why Judy's been happy. I'd say that's the nicest one she's brought home. I like it a lot."

Judy returned to see her lover and her roommate naked.

"Everyone's getting to know each other," she said. "How cute."

Judy stripped quickly and stepped up to Carol.

"Enjoy, honey," she said and kissed her.

Carol snaked her hands around Judy, pulled her tight buns to her and said, "I will." 

They kissed some more before Carol turned and lay on her bed. She did not bother to cover herself and began running her hands over her breasts and through her pubic hair. Judy knelt before Bryan and took him in her mouth. She began sucking and taking him down her throat. Bryan kept eye contact with Carol as she played with her clit and Judy fellated him. When he thought he could take no more, Judy broke free and pushed him back on the narrow bed.

She looked at Carol and said, "This is an awesome cock." She unrolled a condom on his cock.

"No argument here," Carol agreed and slipped two fingers inside herself.

Judy climbed on top and lowered her body onto his shaft.

"God, I love that feeling," she said. She then began rocking and pounding. Bryan lost any inhibitions caused by her roommate watching and lifted his hips to thrust deeper. He pulled her small breasts and pinched her nipples. Judy was letting out guttural sounds that mixed with the squishy noises caused by their screwing. Her climax was accompanied by a chorus of swears interspersed with loud grunts.

The morning after their first night screwing in front of Carol was a Saturday. Judy had to leave early for some demonstration. She whispered to stay and sleep in. Bryan woke later in the morning to find the covers had been pulled down. Carol sat at the bottom of his bed looking at him.




A Clear View



"You have a good body, Bryan."

He looked at her naked figure.

"Thanks. So do you."

"It's ok," she said and ran her hands over her breasts.

"Wanna feel them?"

"Uh..."

"It's ok, Judy won't mind."

Carol took Bryan's hand and placed it on her left breast. Having become used to Judy's small boobs, he marveled at the feeling of the soft mounds. He gently squeezed them and played with her nipple.

"Very nice, Carol."

"It gets me wet," she said.

Carol took his other hand and placed it between her legs.

Mark moved his finger along her slit and confirmed her announcement. Carol put her hand on top of his and pushed his finger inside.

Bryan eased his finger in and out. He thumbed her clit and Carol closed her eyes.

He was becoming erect and forced himself to stop fondling Carol.

"Carol, this is great, but I don't feel comfortable."

Carol stroked him.

"I get it, Bryan. How about if Judy were here with us, do you think you could do more with me?"

Her hand moving up and down his shaft was consuming most of his attention. 

"You mean like a threesome?"

"Yeah, does that sound sexy?"

"I guess."

Carol put more pressure on his erection. "Why do you sound uncertain?"

Bryan put his hand on her wrist and stopped her stroking.

"Carol, let's cool it for now. I need to talk to Judy before anything goes any further."

Carol sighed and said ok. She got up and started dressing. Bryan pulled on his clothes and headed back to his dorm.

Later when he talked to Judy about what happened, she laughed.

"Wow, you turned down Carol. Not many guys could do that."

"I didn't want to hurt you."

Judy stared at him. "You're serious, aren't you?"

Bryan nodded. Judy kissed him hard.

"I think you're the real deal, Bryan."

"I don't want to mess up what we have."

"Me, neither, babe. Me neither."

That night they made love again in front of Carol. The next morning, Judy motioned Carol to their bed.

"I want to see you guys kiss," she said.

Carol wrapped her arms around Bryan's neck and pulled him close. They kissed.

"I want a real kiss," urged Judy.

They kissed again, this time their tongues slipped back and forth. Judy let them make out for a while.

"Cool. Let's get dressed and go have breakfast," said Judy.

Sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, Judy said they needed to talk.

"Carol needs a guy."

Carol looked at Bryan and smiled.

"She is beyond horny. I can only do so much, but she needs dick in a bad way. Know anyone?"

Bryan toyed with his toast and tried to figure out where this was going.

"I do have someone I think Carol might like," he said.

"Is he nice looking?" asked Judy.

"Yeah, I guess."

"God, guys are such jerks," said Judy. "I'm not asking if you want to fuck him. I just want to know if he is decent."

"Ok, I'd say he's good looking."

"Oh, you're so gay," said Judy.

Bryan began to protest when Judy started laughing.

"Is he a nice guy?" asked Carol.

"Yeah, he's a great guy. He had a girlfriend but they broke up. He treated her nice. She just wanted to move on."

"Ok, one last question," said Judy. "Does he have a huge cock?"

Bryan turned crimson. The girls screamed in laughter.

"Ok, what's his name?"

"Bob."

"Ok, you ask Bob if he'd like to meet a nice, smart and sexy girl," said Judy. "If he does, we'll double date. After that, it's up to Carol and Bob. Ok?"

Bryan nodded.

"Great. In the meantime, the three of us are going to fuck."

"What?" said Bryan.

"At least once, Bryan. Come on, we'll have so much fun."

Carol smiled.

"When?" asked Bryan.

"You really don't want to finish those eggs, do you?"

The three of them left and headed back to the girls' room.

"So, here's the deal," Judy said. "We invite Carol to join us for an occasional screw. You can trim her horns until we see if this Bob is going to make the cut."

"Do I get a say in this?" asked Bryan.

"Come on, Bryan," said Judy. "You get to screw both of us. I mean that is a dream come true. You mean you don't want that?"

Bryan looked from one to the other. He recalled how good Carol looked naked. He could still feel her hand on his erection. He thought she might be a great fuck. In addition, he could still have sex with Judy. He questioned himself on why he was hesitating. It hit him hard as he sat between the two girls. He was falling in love with Judy. He did not want to lose her.

"Well, it is exciting to think about it. But, before we go any further I want to say something."

The two girls looked at him.

"Judy is my girlfriend. I love that she is my girlfriend and wants to be with me. If we all have sex, I want Judy to still be my girlfriend when we are through. If we can have fun and agree that Judy and I are together, then I say why not."

"Bryan, you're going to make me cry," said Carol. "That is so sweet."

Judy leaned in and kissed him.

The three started stripping. Judy pulled them down onto her bed. She began by kissing Bryan. Breaking free, she pulled Carol's face to his. They kissed for a long time.

"Suck him," Judy commanded.

Carol slid down Bryan's body and engulfed his erection in her mouth. She began working her tongue up and down. Taking him deep in her throat, she began sucking him. Bryan responded by moving his hips in unison with Carol's sucking.

"Don't make him cum, honey."

Carol slowly pulled off. Judy pushed her mouth against hers. The two girls kissed, exchanging tongues and accompanied by whimpers.

"Bryan, are you ready to fuck her?"

He grinned. Judy took that as a yes.

"Let me get her ready while you get a condom."

Judy scooted down between Carol's legs and started eating her. Carol collapsed back on the bed and spread her legs wide. By the time Bryan had unrolled a condom onto his erection, Judy was using a combination of two fingers in Carol's pussy and her tongue on her clit.

"Ok, she's ready. Aren't you, sweetie?"

"God, yes. Fuck me now," Carol panted

Bryan moved over her. He felt Judy's hand on his dick as she guided him to Carol's opening. He eased in an inch. Carol inhaled deeply and then slid her hands on his ass.

"Give it to me, Bryan," she said as she pulled him into her.

He was inside, enjoying the heat of her channel, when Judy began kissing Carol. Slowly he pulled out and equally slowly thrust back in. Carol's legs wrapped around his middle and she began to move to receive every thrust. He built up speed and began to pound harder. His balls were now bouncing on her ass with every plunge.

Judy broke away and sat to watch them. Bryan pulled Carol's legs and shifted them to rest on his shoulders. Holding her thighs he fucked as hard as he could. She let out sounds and encouraged him by digging her nails into his ass.

"Harder," said Judy in a breathless whisper.

Bryan didn't think he could go harder, but he tried. He increased his tempo and Carol gritted her teeth. Her nails were ripping his skin. 

"Getting close," he said as the sweat poured from him, making droplets on Carol.

"Me, too," she said. "Stay with me for a minute more."

Bryan was in fatigue. He had been pounding at this pace for close to five minutes and had been inside her for almost ten in total. His legs were shaky and his arms began to tremble.

"I don't have another minute."

"Hang on, you fucker," Carol screamed.

Judy reached in and lightly pinched Carol's clit. Bryan gave one more deep thrust and felt his balls exploding. He started cumming hard.

"Keep pumping," urged Judy, "she's right there."

Judy pinched Carol's clit hard and Carol let out a string of expletives and gave into her orgasm.

Her vagina contracted around the still hard cock as waves swept up and down her body. She either closed her eyes or blacked out, because she could not see. She didn't give a shit which it was because she was in ecstasy. Bryan released her legs and they flopped to the mattress. He thrust twice more and felt one last squirt into his condom. He eased himself out of Carol and fell beside her. Judy pulled the condom off and knotted it. She bent over and used her tongue to clean his cock.

She then kissed Carol's pussy.

"God, no, Judy. I can't take any more."

Judy lay on the other side of Carol. She cupped her friend's breast and smiled at Bryan.

"Not bad, eh kids?"

In spite of her exhaustion, Carol began to laugh.

"No, not bad at all."

Bryan joined in, followed by Judy. Soon, the three were howling. 

Bob was not ready to get in the dating world. He thanked Bryan for thinking of him, but said he was going to stay single for a while.

Bryan relayed the news to the girls. Carol was disappointed, but Judy said there was a silver lining.

Bryan and Carol looked at her with puzzlement.

"Idiots, we get to keep fucking each other."

If anything of what they had could be called normal, they found a routine that suited them. Bryan and Judy would screw almost every night during the week. Weekends were reserved for the three of them together.

At first it was incredibly exciting. Bryan soon found out there was such a reality as too much of a good thing. He was exhausted and just wanted to sleep all the time. After an exceptionally raucous Friday night and Saturday afternoon, Judy looked at Bryan stretched out on her bed. 

"Honey, you need a rest," she said as she placed tiny kisses on his soft and sore dick.

"You're officially on leave," she said and pulled the covers over him. She and Carol moved to the other bed and proved that two can have almost as much fun as three.

Bryan slept soundly for a day and a half. He either dreamed or actually watched Judy and Carol in a Fuck-a-Thon in the next bed.

The next day he made another run at Bob.

"Man, you should meet Carol. She's super pretty and I think the two of you would hit it off."

"Does she have nice tits?"

"Jesus, Bob, take a bigger view."

"I take that as a no," Bob said.

"Shit. She has big, fantastic boobs."

"You've seen them?"

Bryan hesitated. He did not want to tell Bob about the on-going threesomes they were having. "Hey, I'm in their room a lot. After a while, you sorta' get relaxed. So, yeah, I've seen them."

"And, they're nice. Big?"

"They're awesome boobs, Bob. Great nips. Plus, she is pretty, funny and a nice girl."

Bob thought for a bit. "Ok, set us up."

The next weekend the four of them went out for pizza. Bob and Carol seemed to hit it off. Later that night after the three of them enjoyed a particularly athletic romp, Carol said Bob was cute.

"Cute enough to go out on a real date?" asked Judy.

"Sure. Why not?"

Bryan relayed the message and Bob asked Carol out. They did hit it off. Within a week, Bryan and Judy were back to having twosomes. Bob's roommate moved in with Bryan's roommate. So now each had a room to enjoy the many carnal pleasures that horny college kids can conjure up.

To be continued...