6 comments/ 115520 views/ 9 favorites A House at the Beach By: Joey Burdette [I posted this story in 2005, then a Lit computer glitch eliminated it and some other stories this summer, so I'm resubmitting it. Maybe there are some folks who missed it the first time. A lot of this happened, but not the way it's told here. I'm dedicating it to M.D. and R.S., the real-life models for Carmen. I don't think they'd mind.] *** August, 2005 I was reminded of the Cape again today . . . It happens every so often. Something I see or hear sets me off, and all of a sudden, it's July of '69 again. Music can do it--an oldies station playing one of the tracks we couldn't get enough of that summer, like "Down So Low", or "Cyprus Avenue", or "Ball and Chain". An evening walk on a beach always works. Even seeing an old VW microbus can take me back, if it's red and white like Rick's was. This afternoon, though, I was driving by the lake on my way to the hardware store, when I spotted some young people unloading their car at one of the cottages. Two guys and a woman in their early 20's, all of them tanned and attractive, were laughing together as they juggled grocery bags and backpacks. Instantly, time came unstuck, 36 years fell away, and it was 1969 again: NASA was about to try to land some guys on the moon, a big rock festival was supposed to be happening someplace in the Catskills next month, and these kids were Rick and Allie and me unpacking our stuff at my uncle's summer place on the beach in Chatham . . . July, 1969 It was still in the 90's that Friday afternoon, as the three of us joined the end-of-week bumper-to-bumper traffic crawling out of Boston toward Cape Cod. Did we care? Hell, no. We were 22, and had the loan of a beach house for the weekend! 'BCN was blasting on the radio and the first joint was disappearing. We had provisions that included a ton of munchies, the makings for a dynamite spaghetti sauce, and a jumbo bottle of tequila. We didn't have to be at work again until Monday. How could life be any sweeter? Of course in those days, we never knew how it was going to go with Rick. Viet Nam had changed my happy-go-lucky childhood pal into a quiet, often moody guy who had trouble sleeping at night, and who was on his third job since leaving the Army the previous fall. Judging from his medals, he'd been some kind of hero, but he never talked about it. He'd gotten out just in time to be my best man at our wedding--we'd found out how shaky he was when he came apart at the reception, during the toast. He'd started telling about a buddy of his who had been engaged and then had gotten blown away, and he'd broken down crying. Allie and I and his girlfriend Carmen helped him outside and eventually got him cheered up, but in the following months he would often be inconsolably sad, or, more likely, in a rage for no reason that he could explain afterward. Rick and Carmen were our closest friends, and we saw a lot of them. That winter was rough for them, as they tried to adjust to living together again. Rick had obviously gone through all sorts of changes while he was away, but so had Carmen: they had plenty to figure out. The fact that Allie and I were, by contrast, obnoxiously happy newlyweds couldn't have made the struggle any easier for them, but they didn't seem to hold it against us. I was sorry Carmen wouldn't be joining us until the next day--she was a nurse and was working the 3:30-to-midnight shift that week. I really liked her. She was a smart, petite, passionate woman whose parents were first-generation Italian, and she'd grown up in a four-room flat over their corner store in Boston's North End. It didn't hurt that she was sexy as hell, with huge brown eyes, a cute ass, and saucy little breasts which surely did more to help the guys on her ward feel better than any medication ever could. And as we drove along, I was especially sorry that Carmen couldn't see the metamorphosis that was occurring in that funky old bus: Rick, miraculously, was becoming his ebullient pre-Nam self as we talked and sang and munched our way down Rte. 3 and over the bridge. He tapped out a salute on the horn as we rolled onto the Cape, and when we eventually pulled into my uncle's driveway, he announced our arrival to the neighbors by bellowing out the window, "Watch out, you bloody Puritans--the hippies have landed!" "The hippies landed in Plymouth, not Chatham, fool," I told him. "Didn't you read the sign?" "What's Chatham?" said Rick. "God, I'm hot and sticky," Allie said. "Let's go for a swim." "Let's get the stuff in first," I said. "We have to find our suits anyway." We grabbed bags and headed into the house and up the stairs, Allie and I to the master bedroom, and Rick to the guest room down the hall. As soon as I closed the door, we began peeling off our clothes. Watching Allie, I marveled, as always, at her dancer's grace and centerfold's body. She was slender and leggy, and at 5'8", was only a few inches shorter than I was. She had soft, hazel eyes, and now that it was summer, her hair and skin and pubic bush were three slightly different shades of pale caramel. Her breasts were high and lush, with prominent nipples that stiffened at the slightest provocation, and she had an ass like a figure skater's. Both out of bed and in it, she was warm, generous, and imaginative. As she leaned over the suitcase, rummaging around for her bathing suit, I tiptoed up behind her. Cupping her heavy breasts in my hands, I pressed my growing erection against her bare bottom. She wiggled her ass playfully, then straightened up and removed my hands. "Not now, my love," she said firmly. "The ocean is calling. Later, though . . ." "You promise?" She gave me that lazy smile of hers, then dropped to her knees and swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock for just an instant. The next instant, she was up again and stepping into her bikini bottom. "You'd better believe it, sailor," she said. "Sea air makes this girl hungry and horny. Now tuck that thing into a bathing suit, and let's go swimming!" We barely touched the sand as we raced across the beach and plunged into the water. The three of us were like kids, splashing and fooling around in the waves, but I guess it wasn't really as innocent as it seemed, considering what was about to happen. Allie--gorgeously wet and hard-nippled in her tiny bikini--was a magnet for our horseplay, and as we cavorted, Rick's hands were on her almost as much as mine were, albeit somewhat less lasciviously. With Rick's demons at least temporarily in remission, and being such old friends, we all were feeling so goddamned happy and close. During a wild round of Killer Shark Attack, Rick suddenly turned traitor and scooped Allie out of the water, thwarting my fiendish plans to swim up under her and be Groping Squid instead. "My hero!" said Allie, perched comfortably in his arms--Rick was a big guy. She stuck her tongue out at me. "Whose side are you on, anyway?" I whined at Rick. "We're supposed to be Killer Sharks." "Please, Tony," said Rick. "We aren't playing childish shark games anymore. We're playing Fishing For Mermaids, and check out this fine, big one I've caught. I think she likes me." "Oh, I do," Allie said. "And if you kiss me, I turn into Faye Dunaway." Her brow wrinkled. "Or Michael J. Pollard, I forget which." "I'll risk it," said Rick, and lowered his lips to hers. The kiss lasted about five seconds longer than it should have, and when they separated, Rick gently let her down. Allie gave me a funny little smile and a shrug; Rick looked as if he'd been whacked upside the head. I was in shock--I felt as though I'd been punched in the stomach. Allie and Rick? What the fuck? What did it mean? And--most disorienting of all--why was a big part of me wishing they'd do it again? "Who's hungry?" asked Allie brightly, putting her arm around my waist. "I'm starving. Let's go make dinner." The world began to turn again. We all pitched in to get dinner ready, the way we'd done so often before, but now there was an extra current in the air that had nothing to do with the margaritas we were sipping, or the reefer we were passing around. That kiss had done something major to the vibe between us. A previously locked door had blown open, unleashing a crazy, scary, yet oh-so-provocative possibility involving the three of us. It was obvious that we all felt it hanging there, and at dinner, it made our interaction softer and more caring, without the usual silliness and joshing back and forth. From time to time we ran out of words; then the conversation would continue in glances and smiles. And all the while, I was seeing images of Allie and me earlier in our room, taking off our clothes. But now there was a difference: Rick was in there, too. When we'd finished eating, we washed up quickly, and while Allie looked for a candle, Rick and I settled ourselves on the ancient davenport on the screen porch. When Allie came out, she plunked herself down between us. We'd all changed into shorts after our swim, and she adjusted her smooth legs so they were against us both. Rick and I snuggled in closer. It felt strange, but good. We sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the ocean. It was Allie, finally, who forced us to acknowledge the elephant in the room. "What about Carmen?" she said. "I've been thinking about that," said Rick, "but first I have to tell you guys how much I love you and how close I feel to you right now. You've hung in there with me over this past year when I've been so fucked up, and you've helped Carmen and me keep it together. She and I would have split up by now if it weren't for the two of you. Whatever does or doesn't happen tonight isn't going to change that." "And what are we thinking might happen tonight?" I said hesitantly. "It sure seems like maybe we're thinking about climbing into bed together." Allie took my hand and looked at me searchingly. "Yes, I think we are. If we did, Tony, how would that be? Would that be all right, seeing Rick and me make love?" My stomach flipped over again; I gave her a soft kiss. "If it's anything like what I've been imagining for the last hour, baby, it would be mind-blowing." Her expression relaxed into a loving smile, and she squeezed my hand. "But there's still Carmen," I said. "You know that wedding she and I went to last month down in Connecticut?" Rick asked. "The one where you got propositioned?" I replied. "Carmen told us about that." She and Rick had gone back to the hotel bar for a nightcap with two older married couples they'd met at the reception. Soon, hints were being dropped by one of the couples about moving the party up to their room and getting more friendly. Carmen and Rick had politely declined. "Did she by any chance mention what she told me when we'd gotten back to our room?" "No, I guess not," I said. Allie shook her head. "Carmen said, and I quote, 'God, we didn't even know those people. It wasn't as if it was people we felt really close to who were suggesting it. You know, like Tony and Allie.'" Rick paused a moment, then went on, "I don't think we'd have a problem getting her to understand. In fact, I bet she'd be sorry she'd missed out on it." Again, we were quiet as we thought about what we should do. Now, thanks to Rick's revelation, the image that kept racing through my mind was of Carmen: I saw her coming toward me, unbuttoning the last button of her crisp, white uniform. Under it, she was naked. All the boundaries were dissolving that night. "You know, I think Rick's right," said Allie softly, breaking the silence. "I'd like to do it." It was if she'd made the decision for us all. She stood, and offering us each a hand, pulled us gently to our feet, and into a tight, three-way hug. "My two sweet, sexy men . . ." she purred. "Let's go see if we all fit on that big bed upstairs." "Just promise me I don't have to kiss Tony," Rick said, as he and I followed Allie toward the stairs. He sounded nervous, but not about that. "Don't worry," I said, feeling just as nervous. "If we haven't done it by now, there's no point in starting." "Goody," said Allie over her shoulder. "More for me!" She didn't sound a bit nervous. *** The half moon hanging outside the bedroom window gave us just enough light. As she led us across the threshold, Allie pulled her t-shirt over her head, and tossed it aside. She had been braless, naturally--she hardly ever wore one. A moment later, the rest of her clothes were lying on the floor beside the t-shirt. It was plain from the sizable wet spot on her discarded panties that she was more than ready for this. She turned, and faced us in the pale moonlight. I don't know how long Rick and I stood there, hearts racing, transfixed by her loveliness. Allie's eyes were sparkling as her gaze moved from one of us to the other. Her lips were parted slightly and she was breathing as if she'd walked up a bunch of stairs, not just one flight. Her body was all moonlit curves and shadows, and as I watched her breasts rise and fall, her nipples looked as big as cherries. In the dark cleft between her thighs, I thought I could see the tiniest glimmer of moisture reflecting the dim light. Allie raised her eyebrows questioningly. "So . . .?" she said. Rick and I hastily pulled off the few clothes we were wearing. We were both spectacularly erect. Allie came up and put her arms around me. "This is O.K., right? Tonight, I love you both, but tomorrow and every other day, I wake up with you." I nodded my agreement and gave her a reassuring kiss, then released her and gently nudged her toward Rick. He reached out and gathered her in. And there she was, my devoted wife, naked and heart-stoppingly beautiful, with her arms around another man's neck, her tongue in his mouth, her breasts squashed against his chest. I knew he was feeling her swollen nipples pressing into him, and she was feeling his thick cock. I watched his hands slide up and down her back and over the swell of her fine buttocks, grasping them and pulling her even closer. After a minute or two, she broke away and came back to me, taking my face in her hands, and kissing me hungrily. "Still all right?" she whispered. "Oh, yes." I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh and cupped her furry pussy. She was so wet. I took my hand away and licked it--she tasted delicious. I smiled at her. "Go ahead," I said. "Love him. Excite him." Allie turned to face Rick, and looking into his eyes, circled the head of his straining penis ever-so-lightly with the tip of one finger. He shivered. Just as lightly, she traced his formidable length with her fingertips, down, then back up again, then she wrapped her fingers around him. Rick reached out to touch her breasts, but he was too late: sinking to her knees, Allie took his cock into her mouth. I watched her greedily fellate him, her lips and tongue busy at the head, while her hands stroked his shaft and caressed his balls. It was such an amazing, dreamlike sight--Allie kneeling in the moonlight, doing this with someone else. I moved up beside him, and rubbed my cock against her cheek. She took it in her hand, gave Rick one more lick, then started sucking me, as she continued to masturbate him with her other hand. Allie went back and forth from one of us to the other, eagerly stroking and licking and sucking. Sometimes my arm or hip would brush against Rick's, skin against skin. It felt weirdly pleasant--not sexual at all, more like companionable. All our sexual energy, his and mine, was focused on Allie and her warm, talented mouth. "Let's get into bed," I said eventually. I wanted to taste her again; I wanted Rick to taste her. Allie rose to her feet, and hugged us both, the way she had downstairs, but this time, Rick and I took turns giving her intense, messy kisses, while our hands were all over her--me fondling her breasts, and Rick exploring between her legs. "Oh Jesus, you guys," she moaned, "this is incredible!" We went at it a little longer, then Allie pulled away and sat at the end of the bed. I gently pushed her knees apart and knelt on the floor between them. We exchanged carnal looks. "Time for a snack," I explained. She giggled. "Be my guest." "Rick, too." "God, yes!" she said. Lifting her ankles to my shoulders, Allie lay back on the bed, putting all of her ripe, moist vulva on magnificent display. I gave it a lingering kiss, then licked it from bottom to top, savoring her sweet pungency. I parted the fuzzy, swollen, outer lips and began to tease her engorged little clit with my tongue, as I slid a finger into her slippery vagina. She gasped, and opened her legs wider, pushing her pelvis up to meet me. The bed rocked as Rick climbed on and nestled in beside her. He put his hand on her cheek and turned her face to his. They kissed deeply for a moment, then he broke it off, and began to nuzzle his way down to her throat, and further on, to her breasts. His lips closed over one nipple as he took the other between his fingers. With her free hand, Allie groped for his cock. I was tonguing her clit faster now as Rick ministered to her sensitive nipples. Allie started to moan softly. She was juicier than ever. Knowing she was getting close, I slid a second finger into her and found the magic spot she'd guided me to the first time we slept together. Her legs tightened around my neck, and her back arched. "Ahhhh . . . yes, that's it . . . do it," she panted. I took her clit between my lips and sucked hard. "YES!" she cried, and the first orgasm of the evening swept over her. For a long minute, her thighs clenched my face in rhythm with her spasms, then she gradually relaxed. "Wow!" Allie said, as she tried to catch her breath. "I mean, wow. I think I need to cool it for a second." Rick raised his head from her breast and she gave him a peck on the nose. She lifted her legs off me and scooted up in the bed. Rick moved up with her and began to stroke her belly. He was still rock-hard, as was I. Allie looked down at me mischievously. "Hey, husband, what are you doing on the floor? Why don't you come get comfortable with me and my lover?" I stood, peered at them lying there, and clutched my chest. "Oh god, no!" I exclaimed. "My wife! My best friend!" "Asshole," chuckled Rick. "Get up here." I climbed onto the bed next to Allie and leaned back against the headboard. A few strands of her hair were sticking to her damp forehead; I reached down and brushed them away. She grabbed my hand and kissed each of my fingers, spending a little extra time on the ones that had been in her--some nights, she loved to taste herself. "Pretty nice so far, right?" I said. "Very, very nice," agreed Rick. "And we're just getting started," said Allie. Rick had gone from stroking her belly to playing with her pubic curls. As his fingers approached her pussy, her legs opened invitingly--rest time was apparently over. He slipped his middle finger between the lips, and began to slide it back and forth over her clit and the snug entrance below. Her hips twitched. Rick looked at me. "So you think I should have an appetizer before the main course?" "You'll never regret it," I said. "But wait." I put my hands under Allie's shoulders and helped her sit up, then slid behind her, with my legs straddling her. "Lie back against me," I whispered. "I want to hold you while you guys do this." She wiggled her hips back so that we were spooned together, half-reclining against the headboard. I nuzzled her ear, and cupped her breasts in my hands. "All set," I said to Rick. Allie pulled her knees up and parted them, giving Rick the same wondrous view of her pussy that she'd given me earlier. "Oh, Allie . . ." he said; lowering his face to her crotch, he began to work on her with his lips and tongue. Meanwhile, I was caressing her breasts, moving from the soft smoothness of her skin over her rough areolae to the hard peaks of her nipples, then back again. She was starting to writhe in my arms. It was even more of a turn-on than I'd imagined to have her lying against me--I was actually feeling her pleasure as Rick and I made love to her. A House at the Beach The delicious scent of aroused female was heavy in the air. Rick's oral talents, on top of our previous fooling around, had Allie on fire. She was gripping his head with both hands, pressing him against her, when suddenly she turned back to me and murmured urgently, "Now, Tony. I need to be fucked now. I want him to fuck me. That's still all right, isn't it, for Rick to fuck me?" "Yeah, honey, fuck him. Blow his mind." I told her. "And then it's you and me." Allie lifted Rick's head from her pussy. He looked sort of dazed. "Please, baby," she begged, "I need you in me bad." Rick raised himself, wiping his face with his hand, and knelt between her legs. He inched up until her thighs were draped over his, and his big, rigid penis was bobbing above her tangled pubic hair. I watched as she took it in her hand, rubbed its head along her juicy cleft to moisten it--as if that were remotely necessary--then guided it to her opening. Rick looked at me. "You're sure?" he said. I nodded. I was very sure. Rick gazed down at Allie lovingly, and pushed his cock gently against her. There was resistance for a second, and then the head slipped in. I felt her tremble. Inch by slow inch, the rest disappeared into her as her vagina stretched to accept him. It was an extraordinary moment: I was seeing my sweet Allie being penetrated by another man. I heard them both sigh when he finally reached his destination. He leaned forward and kissed her tenderly. Their faces were only inches away from me--I could see their tongues working. I flashed on the kiss in the surf that had started all this, and how it seemed as if it had happened a century ago, rather than just a few hours. Rick slowly drew back his hips and his shaft reappeared, coated now with her secretions. For a moment, he teased her labia with the tip, then he buried himself again and started to move in and out of her. Allie had been perfectly still while he first entered her, but now she began to lift her pelvis and fuck back in response to his thrusts. "Tell me how it feels, baby," I whispered in her ear. "Is it good?" She was beginning to pant. "God, yes, it feels amazing . . . this is so wild." Rick started to pump faster. I took her knees and pulled them to her chest so he could get in deeper, then reached down and held her ass as she bucked up against him. Even the backs of her thighs were slippery. Rick leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth. "Oh, Rick . . . yes . . . fuck me!" Allie moaned. "Hard, lover . . . do it hard!" I knew she wasn't going to last long. Rick straightened, and stroked even faster. I took a hand out from under her and slid it down between them to her clit. I'd never felt it so big. "Oh wow . . . shit . . . yes," Allie shrieked, as I fingered her. "I'm gonna come soon, lover . . . hurry!" Rick's hips were a blur. "I'm almost there," he panted. "Oh yes . . . Oh yes . . . Oh, god!" He slammed into her and I could tell he'd begun to spurt. Allie came almost simultaneously, with a little scream. She put her arms around Rick and pulled him down against us. I put my arms around them both--these two people I loved--and held them as they twitched and shuddered and groaned through their orgasms. It took a long time. Eventually, though, Rick gave Allie a kiss, hauled himself back up, and slipped out of her. His cock was still half-erect, and he dripped on us both as he clambered over our legs and flopped down beside her. He grinned at me. "Your turn, you lucky bastard," he said. Allie shifted around, and straddled me. Her hair was messed up, and her lips were puffy. She had a film of sweat on her shoulders and belly and breasts, and there was semen running down the inside of both thighs. She looked totally fantastic. She ran her hands over my chest, then kissed me hard and whispered, "I don't know how to thank you for tonight, baby. I love you so much!" She took my penis in her hand and positioned herself above it. God, was I ready for this! She lowered herself and her pussy gripped me. It felt different--she was warmer and looser, the way she got when we'd fucked for a long time. And sloppy--Rick had come a lot. It wasn't just her pussy that felt different, though. In some crazy, exciting way, Allie seemed new and mysterious, now that she'd been with another man. As she started to ride my cock, it was as if I was being allowed to discover her all over again. Moving my hands over her breasts and down around her waist to cradle her buttocks was like exploring her body for the first time. I wish I could tell you we screwed for hours, but I was too far gone: it only took about fifteen thrusts before I was heaving and shouting and adding my load to Rick's, deep inside her. Allie collapsed onto me and we lay there a while, kissing and cuddling. Then she rolled off and headed for the bathroom to clean up. "You boys stay out of trouble now," she told us, on her way out the door. Rick and I looked at each other. He shook his head. "What a night," he said. "Thanks, man." "Seems like it definitely wanted to happen," I said. "I'm pretty fucking glad it did. I just hope it's cool with Carmen." "I guess we have to tell her, don't we?" said Rick. "Shit, what am I saying? Of course we do." "'We', paleface, or you?" I said. "I don't know," he said, "let's figure it out in the morning." When Allie got back, she settled in between us, and gave us each a long, tender kiss. "This is so fine," she said. "You guys make me feel like the sexiest woman in the world." "Aren't you?" I demanded. "One of the two sexiest, anyway," said Rick. "But hey, we aren't finished here, are we?" "Let's just snuggle for a minute first," said Allie. "We have all night . . ." "Sure," Rick and I said. We all lay there quietly, and for the first time since we'd come upstairs, I was hearing the ocean again. It was such a welcome, soothing change from the constant street noise outside our bedroom window back in the city. Such a restful sound . . . *** "What the hell is THIS?!?" My eyes snapped open. Carmen was standing in the doorway, looking fierce. Allie, Rick, and I sleepily disentangled ourselves from each other and stared at her. I took a quick look at the clock. 2:15--shit, we must have dropped off. Even so, Carmen wasn't supposed to be here for hours! "I can't believe this," she said. "I spend an eight-hour shift dealing with old, sad, wizened-up men, and it makes me want so badly to be at the beach with my own young, unwizened-up man that I hop in my car and drive through the night dodging drunks and lunatics, and what do I find when I get here? That he's been having a goddamned orgy with our best friends, that's what!" "Please, baby, let me explain," said Rick. "It's not like that." Allie and I just lay there feeling guilty. "And you know what the worst part is?" Carmen went on, looking from one of us to the other. "Do you?" "No," Rick said. Allie and I shook our heads. Her anger vanished--to our astonishment, she giggled. "You guys didn't wait for me!" she said. "You fucking started without me! I've been thinking about us doing something like this for weeks, but I couldn't get up the nerve to say it." "You what?!" I said. Carmen came and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. I could smell tequila on her breath--I wondered how much she'd had before she came upstairs. She stroked my cheek. "Sure, Tony. I mean, we all care so deeply about each other, and we're attractive people. You know we're all checking each other out when we don't think anyone's looking--well, except you and Rick, I suppose. But anyway, I started thinking about how it would be if you and I made love, and Allie and Rick, and we did it together." She chuckled, and gestured at us lying there. "I wasn't the only one, I guess." Looking up into those big, brown eyes, I could feel my penis beginning to harden. "Wow," I stammered, "um, yeah . . . O.K." Allie smiled at Carmen and patted the bed. "Always room for one more," she said. "How about you?" I asked Rick. He reached over Allie and squeezed my shoulder. "You're going to like this," he said. Carmen leaned across Allie and me, and gave Rick a torrid kiss. Then she kissed Allie--for a lot longer than I would have expected. "Nice tits," Carmen murmured appreciatively as she broke away. That made me really hard. She got up from the bed and pulled off her top, then her jeans and panties. My mind was spinning--things had just gotten a lot more complicated. For some reason, this seemed very different from sharing Allie with Rick. Carmen and I were good friends, and sure, she turned me on, but she'd always been strictly off-limits: she was Rick's girlfriend, and I was Allie's faithful, adoring husband. Now, though, she was here, exquisitely naked in the moonlight, and it was beginning to dawn on me that what was about to happen between us might concern more than just sex. Her body was even lovelier than I'd imagined. Her breasts were small and pointy; in the pale light, the darkness of her areolae and long, stiff nipples contrasted sharply with her skin, as did the luxuriant black curls at the joining of her thighs. I reached out and put my hand on her waist to draw her closer. Her skin under my hand felt so incredibly soft and smooth. It was like being on acid: all my senses were redlining. I was sitting up now, and I drew her down so she was on the edge of the bed again, her face close to mine. Her feistiness had evaporated--looking into my eyes, she suddenly seemed unsure, almost shy. Rick and Allie, meanwhile, had begun kissing and fondling, oblivious to us. "I'm not really drunk," Carmen whispered. "I was sort of exaggerating that. I don't know why. I guess I was nervous." "O.K.," I whispered back. "I've wanted you so badly sometimes." "Me, too." "Is this wrong?" "I don't know. I want to do it, though." "Yes," she whispered. She raised her lips to mine. The kiss was a revelation of how much we'd been holding back. It burned on and on, fueled by our long-repressed feelings for each other, and when it finally broke, we were horizontal and she was lying half on top of me. Two feet away, Allie was leisurely but noisily sucking Rick's cock, and he was stroking her ass. Her legs parted slightly; his fingers disappeared between her thighs. I looked back at Carmen. God, she was beautiful. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment, then I lifted her chin gently, and kissed the hollow of her throat. "Mmmm," she purred. I continued on down her body with tiny kisses until I reached her firm little breasts. I circled one of her amazing nipples with my tongue, then took it between my lips and tugged gently. She sighed, and reached down between us for my cock. I moved to her other nipple, licking and sucking. Carmen pulled away and nudged me all the way onto my back, then straddled me. I wasn't nearly ready yet for us to fuck, so I cupped her buttocks and drew her up my body until her knees were on either side of my head. It was like a fragrant flower descending when she lowered herself. I began to tongue her juicy folds; she rocked back and forth on me. She tasted like the sea. I felt Rick and Allie rearranging themselves, then I heard his sigh, and her murmured, "yes!" Once again, Rick was buried in my wife's pussy. The bed began to sway rhythmically, and Carmen shifted slightly so that her clit was rubbing against my lips. I eagerly nibbled and sucked. She was moving faster now and making little whimpering sounds. Her orgasm, when it came, was sudden and dramatic: her face turned red, her body went rigid, and she threw her head back and barked like a vixen in heat. Allie and Rick paused, startled, and glanced over. "Yeah, go, babe!" Rick said. Carmen clearly wasn't comfortable with an audience: she gave Rick a funny, embarrassed smile as she raised herself from my face and slid down next to me. Allie and Rick returned to fucking. We lay there on our sides, gazing at each other. You could drown in those eyes. I was feeling more and more unfaithful to my wife by the minute, and I couldn't have cared less. Besides, right then, my wife seemed to be a lot more interested in enjoying Rick's cock than in anything I was doing. Carmen licked my mouth. She whispered, "That was lovely." Then, with a little grin: "Not bad at all, for a guy . . ." She threw a leg over my hip and began to rub her slippery vulva against my cock. "You've tried both?" I slid a finger into her from behind. "Ooooh, yes," It wasn't exactly clear which she was responding to: my question or my finger. "The nuns in junior high successfully scared us off of boys--for awhile. A few of us explored other options. Girls can be pretty nice." "Do you still?" I'd never been so hard. I was going to need to fuck her soon. Beyond her, Rick was pulling out of Allie and nudging her onto her side, facing Carmen and me. He snuggled in behind her; she reached back between her legs and reinserted him in her pussy. He put an arm around her and found her nipples as he resumed thrusting. "I'm faithful to Rick, baby, at least I was until tonight," Carmen whispered. "I gotta confess, though, I've thought about Allie and me sometimes. And you know what? I think she'd like it." The image of a naked Carmen and Allie pleasuring each other did it: I pushed my hips forward and slipped into her. There's nothing on earth like entering a new lover for the first time, and it's even more powerful if you have real feelings for her. Carmen was warm and snug and wet, and I went oh-so-slowly, savoring every sensation, as she leaned forward and stuck her tongue in my mouth. When I was finally all the way in, I paused, trying to get my mind around the fact that it was really happening, that I was actually fucking Carmen, this wonderful, sexy little woman I hadn't known I wanted so badly, and who until tonight had been forbidden to me. The slow and tender part lasted about 30 seconds, and then we were going at it like animals. My hand was gripping her ass, pulling her against me, and she had reached around and was fondling my balls from behind. Her nipples were drilling into my chest, and she let out a gasp each time we slapped together. "Get on top," Carmen panted. "I want you deeper." I rolled onto her without missing a stroke. She drew her knees back and lifted her legs into the air. I ground my pelvis against her clit each time I sank into her. "God . . .yes . . . fuck me," she groaned. Beside us, Rick was saying, "I don't want to hurt you." Allie murmured, "It's all right, lover, just go slow. That's it . . . yeessssss, like that." A pause, and then, "Ahhhhhhh," followed by the same raw, primal noises Allie makes when I'm in her ass. I looked over as she peeled Rick's hand off her breast, and stuffed it between her legs. She looked back at me, heavy-lidded and expressionless, as his penis pumped in and out of her bottom. I wasn't even sure she saw me. Carmen reached up and turned my face back to hers. "Come in me soon, Tony," she panted. "I want to feel you come in me . . . I'm getting close . . ." She was clutching my buttocks and bucking even harder against me. I could feel my orgasm gathering, like a giant storm getting ready to break. Allie's moans had turned into shrieks, and Rick was bellowing. The bed was banging violently against the wall. I came with a yell, spurting gouts of semen into Carmen's body as she screamed, "YES!" and her pussy squeezed me spasmodically. We jerked and shuddered together; at some point, I collapsed onto her and we held each other tightly while our climaxes gradually ebbed. It was as if we were alone in our own little cocoon and no one else existed: we kissed, and caressed, and whispered loving things to each other. I have no idea how long we lay there--time had disappeared. "Tony? Honey?" Allie's voice brought me slowly back to reality. I raised my head and peered over Carmen at her. She was sprawled languidly next to Rick, looking completely debauched. He was idly stroking her thigh. She reached her hand out to me. "Hey, baby," she said lazily, "how're you doing?" I took her hand. Earlier, when I'd touched her after she'd fucked Rick, it was like touching a brand-new Allie; now, after Carmen, it was almost like she was a stranger. "Pretty damned good," I replied. She took her hand away, and patted Carmen on the arm. "Hey, Carmen," she said. "Hey, blondie," said Carmen, putting her hand on Allie's, "how do you like that big boy of mine?" Allie giggled. "He is nice and big, isn't he?" She paused. Then, more seriously, "Are we all O.K.?" "Couldn't be better," said Rick, giving Allie a hug, and grinning at Carmen. Carmen and I exchanged a quick look. "Sure," Carmen said, giving them a little smile. "Absolutely," I said. What the hell, I thought--maybe we were. Maybe it would all make sense in the morning. Rick yawned, and kissed Allie on the back of the neck. "This has been one incredible adventure, but I'm tapped out." He looked at Carmen. "Come on, baby, let's hit the sack." Then, to us, "See you in the morning. And thanks--I love you guys! I don't think I'll need to worry about nightmares tonight." Carmen gave me one last lingering kiss, then climbed out of bed. They gathered up their clothes and headed hand-in-hand for their room. Allie slithered across the sheets and pressed herself against me. It felt good--Carmen, or no Carmen, she was still a lovely, desirable woman. I ran my hand the length of her spine and over the curve of her ass. "I'm kind of sticky back there," she warned me shyly. "He comes buckets." I had to know. "Did you mind seeing me with Carmen? It got sort of intense." "In case you didn't notice, it got sort of intense with Rick and me, too," Allie said softly. "Are you surprised that it did? I'm guessing that it's pretty much inevitable when you go to bed with people you've cared about for a long time. But here we are, Tony, and remember what I said earlier? Whatever we did tonight, we'll wake up tomorrow with each other." "Yes," I said, and we lay there quietly in each other's arms. What she said made sense, I supposed, but I was having trouble focusing. Partly, it was because I was dog-tired, but mostly, I was thinking of Carmen in that room down the hall, and wishing I was still with her. It was confusing: sharing Allie with Rick had left the three of us feeling even closer than before. After Carmen arrived, though, we wound up as two separate couples, not a foursome, and the energy released by that realignment, temporary as it was, seemed to have turned everything topsy-turvy. I finally decided I'd worry about it in the morning. Just as I was dozing off, Allie murmured sleepily, "It was some night, wasn't it?" "Uh-huh." There was no doubt about that. "Good night, honey." "Good night, Rick." The next thing I heard was a little snore. She hadn't even realized what she'd said. I closed my eyes again. It was bound to be an interesting day. August, 2005 As I sit this evening in front of my computer, I remember that in fact, we all felt badly hungover the next day, and quite sheepish about what we'd done the night before. We agreed that it would be best for us to stuff the genie back in the bottle, and return to just being friends. It even worked, more or less, but I still ached for Carmen sometimes. Those young people I saw this afternoon at the lake--if I only had one thing to tell them, it would be that life is sure to throw you some wicked curves. Take the four of us, for example. Rick and Carmen got married three months after that weekend. The marriage lasted less than a year--Rick's demons proved to be too much for them. Then Allie left me three years after that, for a guy in her office. I'd tell those kids that shit like this happens, and it sucks, and you simply have to keep putting one foot in front of the other until you get to the other side. A House at the Beach But sometimes the other side turns out to be a whole lot better than you'd dared hope. It did for me, anyway, which is why I need to finish this, and get up to the bedroom. See, the woman I subsequently married was looking especially hot tonight: we made a date for the end of the evening, and I don't want to be late. Carmen can get a little impatient when she's horny and you keep her waiting . . . [If you can, please vote and/or comment. The feedback is much appreciated! Thanks, Joey.]