4 comments/ 56668 views/ 1 favorites Lake Powell By: Payson Andrew had never known such arousal. His legs were weakened. He was hard to the point of pain. Andrew found it nearly impossible to steady his hands, but by force of will, he brought his camera into focus upon the figures below. What he saw through his lens was alone enough to bring Andrew orgasm; quickly, before he exploded, Andrew took the picture. Amy's tiny hands clutched at the sand. She whispered his name. It aroused her She felt the consonants of his name pass over her tongue and press through her parted lips. The newness aroused her, and the pleasure surged. Amy arched her back, lifting her small breasts and firm nipples to the full moon. She pressed her sex hard against the source of her pleasure. Amy saw the flash through her closed eyelids. She turned her head to see the silhouetted figure on the rocks. Tears filled her eyes as a subtle smile creased her lips. Then the hungry mouth, soft lips and playful tongue begged her to return. She submitted. She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to this forgotten and forbidden pleasure. ********** Andrew The trip was never going to solve any problems. That wasn't why we went. It was just a diversion. By the time the second bottle of port was finished, we had all agreed on Lake Powell. We'd rent one of those houseboats for a long holiday weekend. I remember looking around the room. The years had made us bored (and a little boring, I'm afraid). The promise of youth hadn't really borne itself out. We were disappointed in our jobs, our kids, our spouses, ourselves. If nothing else the trip to Lake Powell might help us remember those days when our faces were smoother and our tummies flatter. The days when love came naturally. I watched Amy once the idea of Lake Powell was on the table. She positively lit up. She pressed hard for it. I think the destination may have been her suggestion in the first place. I don't really recall. Amy always loved Lake Powell. We used to head up there two or three times every summer. Amy's enthusiasm overwhelmed everyone at the table. The picture she painted was irresistible, but then it had always been Amy's role to be the romantic. It's what made her such a valuable companion to the other women. It's also what ignited the imagination of our male friends. They loved to flirt with Amy when she was at her most energetic. They didn't know that Amy had stopped bringing that same creative energy to our bedroom years ago. ********** Amy I knew just what Andrew was thinking. There goes Amy, again. Always the little cheerleader. I didn't care. I'd given in to his cynicism too often. Oh, he liked to think of it as his artistic sensibility. Our house was filled with his photographs of trees in winter vacant buildings, and empty playgrounds. I tried to convince him to bring his camera to Oak Creek in autumn, but it never suited his mood. I didn't let myself care. I hadn't been to Lake Powell in years and I wanted nothing more than to sit under the hot August sun on the deck of a houseboat as it drifted through the lake's remote channels. I longed for the still pools of cool water and the towering walls of ancient stone. I also wanted us all to be together again. Andrew would say I was just being nostalgic. Maybe I was, but I don't apologize for it. Those were wonderful times. I think we were all at our best when we were together. We laughed harder and longer. We flirted and teased shamelessly. We were always so hopeful. And when we left their company, back in the good old days, Andrew and I couldn't wait to strip away our clothes and make love in the first private place we could find – sometimes the places weren't very private at all. ********** Andrew I think the change started after she got her real estate license. Suddenly, her job was getting the kind of time and energy that she used to devote to our love life. I loved the extra income, don't get me wrong, but the early years were unbelievable. We hungered for one another with an insatiable sexual appetitive. We spent all day at our jobs acting like real grown-ups, but in private Amy and I became shameless sex-craved adolescents. I can't count the times Amy would send me an email at work in the middle of the day, pleading for me to come home. She'd be waiting for me. Her skin flush and her nipples already erect. I'd feel between her legs and find her drenched. God, I still feel the soft wet bristle against my hand. I can even feel her press herself against my hand as she graphically described her aching lust. On those afternoons we rarely made it beyond the living room. We devoured one another with such a selfish desire that it was all we could to do lay in the streaks of afternoon sun; waiting for our strength to return so we could begin again. Before her career became so important, we devoted all of our creative energy to lovemaking. Seemed like every time we entered a new place, we both instinctively looked for a place to fuck – a dark hallway, a swimming pool, a putting green, or a parked car. We went to the movies a lot in those years, but I don't remember ever seeing one clear to the end. We were as brazen as the darkened theatre would allow us to be. When it was crowded, my hand slid under the sweater she draped over her lap. I loved to touch her as she watched the actor on the screen. I knew which ones turned her on. It all changed slowly, so slowly that I didn't even realize it was happening. Suddenly I stopped reaching for her at the movie theatre, for fear she'd push my hand aside. I stopped looking for vacant bedrooms at the parties we attended because she was always engaged in some conversation about one "hot property" or another. The emails stopped coming in the afternoon, or if they did, they were to tell me that she'd be late again. Our phone conversations when we were apart were about the banalities of "our day". I longed to share with her my fantasies. I loved to hear he voice become breathless. I loved to her cum. Then, without warning, I lacked the one-time omnipresent certainty that she wanted to hear me, as well. ********* Amy I know that Andrew blames it on the job, but that wasn't it. It was something subtle that we lost. It was something instinctive and primal. We used to know just what the other wanted without asking. I could tell when Andrew wanted me to be the aggressor. I'd tell him to come home and I'd attack him the second he walked in the door. I knew when he wanted me to be slutty, so I'd look at other men in public; I'd flirt; I'd show off my body. And when Andrew couldn't control himself any longer, I'd talk like a whore as he fucked me like one. It worked the other way, too. Andrew could sense when I needed to be controlled. My kink became his kink. His fetish mine. Then sometimes we arrived at love making with the ease of running water. It might start with his hand on my waist. I would concentrate on his touch and he would feel my breathing become ever so slightly labored. He'd kiss me lightly. Andrew could be such a gentle kisser. His mouth would explore me, probing the depths of my need. He'd undress me slowly, talking to me quietly and kissing my undraped skin. He'd compliment each part of my body the moment he unveiled it. Soon we were in the bedroom, our entwined bodies, luxuriating in our nakedness. This always led to lovemaking that was so slow and warm that I would nearly be brought to tears. Don't ask me how we lost it. I think people have a tendency to take things for granted. They stop seeing the beauty. It's human nature. Maybe that's what happened to Andrew and me. I'm sure I have plenty of blame in the matter, but I'd try to let Andrew know that the woman he rushed home to waited naked behind the front door. Her thighs were still damp with anticipation. Her hands were still ready to strip away his clothes the instant he came to her. But the front door stopped opening. And maybe I stopped waiting. I once made a meager but sincere attempt to entice him back to the sex life we once enjoyed. I was in the shower and had left the bathroom door ajar. I knew that he'd pass by and I knew he'd look inside. When he did he'd see my silhouette in the steamy mirror. I wanted him to offer him proof that my head was still filled with fantasy and my body still longed to be pleased. He'd watch me as I ran my soapy hands over my breasts. He'd see me place the showerhead between my legs, and he'd listen to my soft groans as the warm water washed over my sex. It all happened just as I had planned it. Well, nearly. I could see Andrew watching. His pants were open; his hand pressed against his cock. I wanted him to join me, yet I also thrilled at having him watch me and wonder what erotic thoughts were playing in my mind. Andrew watched and listened as I came. I closed my eyes and whispered his name as the orgasm bathed my senses. When I opened my eyes, Andrew was gone. ********** Andrew I tried to stay drunk the first two days on the lake. We hadn't been together as a group for a long time, and it kind of depressed me to see everyone trying so hard to recaptures something that had long since flown the coop. So I maintained a gentle Jack Daniel's buzz, which made the experience tolerable. It was also a bit of a shock to see so much of everyone in so few clothes. Affluence had made most of the men paunchy and red-faced. The women tried to hold up what gravity wanted to pull down. Truthfully, Amy still looked damn good. Her tummy was still flat and her thighs were smooth. We'd decided against children, so her breasts were still pert. I watched the other men watch Amy and I could tell they were even more fascinated by her vigor and figure than I. When I heard that Liz Scott would be on the houseboat, my enthusiasm for the vacation rose significantly. The images of some women get into your head and you can't shake it. Well, that's what Liz had done to me when I first met her back in college. Lately, I had fantasized about Liz Scott more than I had about my own wife. While Amy was petite, athletic, with fiery red hair and an attitude to match, Liz was an elegant, long-legged, raven-haired temptress. I imagine that she cooed when she came. I blush to admit how many times I masturbated to Liz' image. Feeling her legs wrapped around my waist and her long fingers trailing down my spine. There had been times of late that I had looked past Amy while making love and imagined that it was Liz that cradled my body. Phil Scott had been a notorious philanderer from day one, so I didn't feel the least bit guilty ooogling his wife. Surprisingly, I sensed Liz enjoyed my attentions. More than once I'd catch her glancing back at me. She touched my shoulder when she asked me a question. She made sure to be in my field of vision when she rubbed lotion down her long brown legs. She laughed a little longer at my innuendo, and her gaze clung to mine beyond what others might consider prudent. I say surprisingly because Liz Scott had always been proud and aloof. Maybe Phil's infidelity had finally gotten to her, and flirting with me was her little way of fighting back. In any case, I indulged myself. Whether Amy recognized it or not, I was still desirable to other women. It was obvious in the nervous flirtations of some of my female students at the university. And now Liz Scott. I started looking for a private nook in the canyons where a couple might slip away. ********** Amy I had forgotten how long it had been since I'd stretched out and offered my body to the sun. Plunging overboard into the deep dark waters of Lake Powell breathed life back into a soul that had been numbed by the city. The first two days on the houseboat exceeded my most optimistic expectations. We laughed until our heads ached. We cried over the things we'd lost. And we uncorked another bottle of wine in protest to the things we couldn't change. We reminisced about our youthful adventures, rejuvenating feelings that had been lost to me for years. We talked about the movies we'd seen and the books we'd read. We argued about politics and the war. We ate the foods we loved but were always too busy to prepare. I chose to ignore Andrew as best I could, letting him and his new buddy Jack keep company at a distance. At the end of the first evening, we all cajoled Stephen to play his guitar. Stephan is one of those incredibly gifted musicians who never recognized the breadth of his talent. Stephan played tentatively at first, but as he grew comfortable, the music became more energetic, crisp, and passionate. Stephan had gone to school on a baseball scholarship. He still had broad shoulders and thick arms. The delicate music was in contrast to the strong hands that moved deftly over the frets. It was a contrast that I found sexy. When I felt myself moved by more than Stephan's music, I looked around at the faces lit by campfire to see if anyone noticed. The men bobbed their heads to the beat, but the woman pulled their knees to their chests as the tender melody washed over them. Stephan's wife Emily had died four years ago. They had been a loving couple, and sometimes I envied them for the strength of their marriage. Stephan hadn't remarried and rarely dated, despite some of our best efforts to fix him up with a single girl from the office or "a friend of a friend of a friend who would be just perfect." Stephan's fingers mesmerized me as they moved up and down the neck of his guitar. I let myself imagine his fingers on my tummy, slowly migrating to the warm nest between my legs. I watched his lips as he softly sang about something lost and imagined them against my own lips. I felt them kissing my breasts, brushing over my nipples, speaking into my ear. I closed my eyes and felt them full and moist between my legs, exploring me, serving me. I felt a little ashamed for such thoughts, but I couldn't help myself. Eventually I didn't try. And as he sang and played I saw myself reaching around Stephan and holding his firm ass in my fingers and pulling him into me. As he sang the chorus with passion, I felt him fill me. It was such a secure feeling. My sex contracted as I imagined holding Stephan inside of me. "Ohhh!" The exclamation was involuntary. The music stopped and everyone looked at me. I blushed. I actually enjoyed the attention and decided not to explain it away. "Are you alright, Amy?" Stephan asked. "Wonderful," I answered. "Please, keep playing. Don't stop." ********** Andrew Maybe no one else knew what was going through Amy's mind, but I did. It was weird the way it made me feel. On the one hand, I was a little pissed that she was being so obvious. She'd always been the center of attention among our friends. She used to rely on her sense of humor and her abundant energy. Now that age had taken some of the sheen off those traits, she was giving provocative a try. It seemed like such a desperate thing to do. On the other hand, her attraction kind of turned me on, and I had half a mind to call her bluff. Encourage her to fuck another man. Maybe it would awaken something inside of her. Maybe it would give me permission to do the same with another woman. If Amy was honestly horny, I wanted her to stay that way, and when she reached for me that night in bed, I pretended to be asleep. She rolled away from me. When I thought she was asleep, I reached between my legs. My cock hardened in my hand as I dreamt of slipping into the water at night with Liz Scott. I wanted to hold her body, made weightless by the water. I wanted to see her expression change as I entered her. I wanted to hear her coo as I brought her to a climax she'd never known. I exhaled into my pillow, exploded into my hand and fell asleep. ********** Amy Andrew went to bed early. I sensed he knew the cause for my involuntary gasp. Strangely, I didn't much care. The rest of us stayed on shore, drinking and talking. I always love the sleepy late-night talk. It's so honest. It goes deep below the surface. Stephan went for a swim and re-joined us at the campfire. His shirt was off and he dried himself as we talked. He ran the towel over his strong, defined chest. The wet shorts clung to him, and I couldn't resist stealing a glance at his bulge. I'm certain that Stephan was aware of me watching him, but I couldn't help myself. It didn't fluster him. He smiled at me. He listened intently when I talked. He laughed at my jokes. And all the while the tingle I'd felt between my legs grew stronger. It demanded the attention that only a strong pair of hands could give it. I crawled into bed next to Andrew and pressed my naked body against his. I sighed as I felt his warmth. I ran my hand over his nipples and kissed his neck. I reached for his cock, but when I did he rolled away. I whispered his name and waited. Andrew was sleeping. I wanted to get out of bed and return to the fire where I knew Stephan was still sitting. I wanted to use Stephan's body as the balm for my hurt feelings. Instead I rolled over. I slowly and silently rubbed my tingling clit and let my mind enter a forbidden scene until I finally shuddered and came. ********** Andrew It was the last night on the houseboat and I hadn't taken a single picture, so just before dusk I packed up my gear and prepared to head off to a place where I'd noticed a rock formation littered with driftwood that I thought might make an interesting subject. Before I left, I made sure to notify everyone where I was headed. If anyone wanted to join me or hook up with me later, I certainly wanted to let them know how they could find me. I looked right at Liz as I spoke. I noticed the subtle blush on her neck. Her understanding of my message excited me. The pink rock and tangle of driftwood wasn't nearly as inspirational as I'd hoped. I moved around looking for an interesting perspective, but it was what it was - a pile of broken limbs on the shore. I was about to pack my gear when I heard them. I turned and at first was shocked by an act that seemed so brazen. Oh sure, we were all so liberal and open, so trusting and sharing. But let's face it, when some guy has the hots for my wife, he's not supposed to parade it in front of me. Then I figured Stephan had little to do with this exhibition. It was all Amy's idea. She'd show me that she was still independent. She'd remind me that I had gotten a little too comfortable in our marriage and that I was risking blowing a good thing. Suddenly the anger was replaced with pity for my wife. I thought I was seeing a weakness in Amy that I'd never seen before. From my perch some fifty feet above the water, I stepped back into the shadow of a large rock. I wanted to watch their pathetic act. I wanted to see just how they'd carry on this charade, now that no one was watching. They walked along the huge slabs of pink sandstone that tilted gently to the water. They pretended to be real casual, feigning laughter that was a little too loud. When they ran out of things to say, Stephen relied on the one thing that used to get him laid a lot in college, his pitching arm. He started skipping rocks over the water as Amy watched. It all seemed so hopelessly sophomoric. Then Stephen found a nice flat rock for Amy and showed her just the right way to throw it. "Jesus Christ," I muttered. After about a dozen tries Amy actually got one to skip a couple times. You'd think she'd pitched a fucking perfect game the way the two of them jumped around. Then he made his move. As if he was so happy he couldn't contain himself, Stephan leaned forward and kissed her. It was just a peck really. He immediately went into this embarrassed schoolboy act and started to back away. Amy seemed to be trying to reassure him that it was nothing and that he shouldn't feel badly. She reached to him, a natural reaction when you're trying to comfort some one. Stephen took her gesture as an invitation. He stepped into Amy's reach. He held her face in his hands and kissed her. Lake Powell Ch. 02 This my first attempt at writing fiction -- on Literotica or anywhere else. Your voting and/or comments will determine if I ever try this again. I had thought about passing this story idea along to FTDS; I have done that before. He must get many more suggestions than he can possibly handle, and, because I have mental snapshots of several things I see happening after Payson's original, I have decided to give this one a go. You should first read Payson's original story. It is less than two pages long. Payson posted his original in "Group Sex." I don't know why because there was none. His "tease sentence" read: "A third party rekindles a couple's lost passion." There was none of that either. At least, no passion between the spouses. It's possible readers could imagine that happening after the story's end. I consider myself a very good-to-excellent proofreader/editor. Accordingly, I will do my own proofreading/editing. (What's the old saying regarding a lawyer, a client, and a fool?) ********** Andrew It was getting dark so I wasn't certain the picture would be clear. I thought I had noticed Amy look up at me as the shutter clicked; perhaps she had seen the flash. I don't know why I forgot to turn the flash off. I was too far away for it to be of any use. I guess it didn't really matter. She knew I was out here somewhere. She had to realize I had seen and heard her behavior last night and the way she looked at and flirted with Stephan all day today. Based on the way she and Stephan were now acting, I doubted either of them really cared if I saw them. I continued to watch as Stephan pulled Amy to her feet and pressed her chest against a large, flat piece of sandstone. At one point, it looked like he was fucking her in the ass. If he was, it didn't last very long. And, if that had happened, I wondered if Amy had stopped to realize she had never shared that particular pleasure with me. They continued their coupling in their standing position. Soon, however, Stephan backed away from Amy and lay on his back in the sand. It was now too dark for me to see very much detail; therefore, I could not see how long Stephan's cock was. I guessed I could ask Amy about that later. Yeah, right! That is if I ever spoke to her again. Would I? That was a good question, and, at that moment, I had no idea what the future looked like for Amy and/or me. Amy had now lowered herself on Stephan's cock and began to slowly ride him "cowgirl" style. I had always enjoyed doing that with her. I simply loved looking at her face as her expressions changed during our lovemaking or fucking. I knew from experience she could ride for quite some time before she climaxed. The unknown for me was whether Stephan could contain his climax as long as Amy could. It didn't really matter because they would certainly be at it for a while. Additionally, it was getting too dark for me to see that much. Had I not already known it was Stephan and Amy, I would have no idea whose shadows were on the sand below me. I realized my cock was still as hard as a rock, and, even though I relieved myself last night, these past few minutes had me so hot I knew I had to do something. I pulled my cock out of my shorts and slowly stroked my full length. I had the recent memories of Amy and Stephan, plus what I could now partially see and partially imagine. It didn't take long. I felt the telltale signs and began stroking faster. I released a big blast, then a couple of much smaller spurts, and, finally, just a bit of drool. I wished I had been able to do that in someone's pussy. My business done, I decided to leave. Since I didn't know if either of them had seen me, I was determined to leave quietly. I partially folded my tripod and backed away from the edge. I put my camera in my backpack and folded my tripod. I got my backpack over both my shoulders and carried my tripod over one shoulder. (I'd need the other hand free to navigate in the semi-darkness.) I moved directly away from the lake before I turned to head for the campsite. I assumed I had a 15-to-20 minute walk, maybe longer because I was pretty much navigating in the dark. That would give me some time to think about what I was going to do next. Then I heard it. It was so loud it had to be Amy and Stephan simultaneously screaming their orgasms. Our friends knew I had left by myself. I assumed Amy and Stephan had left the campsite together, or they had left separately and hooked up soon thereafter. In any event, our friends certainly heard their combined very loud, raptured ecstasy. Our friends would have to use their imaginations to guess which combination of the three of us had made those long, loud screams. I certainly hoped our friends imagined only two possible combinations. Because everyone must have heard Stephan and Amy, my plans for the remainder of the evening had now changed slightly and I was on a mission. I could not spend the night on the houseboat or sleeping in the campsite. And I was not going to slink off like some wimpy cuckold. I knew I wanted to confront Amy and Stephan before I left. I stopped and waited so Amy and Stephan would have enough time to return. Their trip would be quicker than mine because they would be walking along the lake. I smelled the campfire smoke as I approached the campsite. Once I came into view, a few of our friends gave me a "hi," a few others just looked at me, and the remainder suddenly found other things to look at. I raised my free hand toward them; not so much a "hi" gesture as a "leave-me-the-fuck-alone" gesture. I picked up our ice chest and strode to our car. I stowed my gear in the trunk, took several deep breaths, and headed back to the houseboat. Amy and Stephan were there and Amy was telling our friends how Stephan had taught her to skip flat stones across the water. She even attempted to convince the others they both offered loud screams when she finally made her first rock skip. I didn't say anything and boarded the houseboat. Everyone else stayed around the slow-burning campfire. ********** Amy It took Stephan and me a while to come down. We held each other while we kissed and nipped at one another. It was getting darker and I think we both realized we should be getting back. Finally, Stephan asked what we were going to do. I told him we were going back to the campsite and act like nothing happened. We dressed and headed back in an uncomfortable silence. We were able to walk side-by-side unless too many rocks blocked the sandy beach. Stephan tried to hold my hand, but I gently brushed it away. I told him we needed to talk before we faced Andrew and the others. We decided on a strategy that was true, but it wasn't the full story. (Lying by omission?) Then I told Stephan that someone, probably Andrew, had been watching from the cliff's edge, and I believed he had taken at least one picture while Stephan was eating me. He started using words I had never heard him utter. He pretty much summed up his tirade with, "What the fuck do you think Andrew will do?" I told him I didn't know, but he should stay out of it. I'd handle the talking, and Stephan was not to say anything to Andrew. If Andrew tried anything physical, Stephan was to fend him off and yell for the others to grab Andrew. I also told him I'd get the gals to help if need be. We got to the campsite, and I noticed Andrew wasn't there. I asked no one in particular, "Where's Andrew?" A few people said things sounding like, "At the car." Lauren Fairchild -- I have always quietly hated her. She had her second child at 37, and she still was the best looking, best built, and nicest of the women. Maybe nicest might not be correct. Nice had to go to the born-again Christian, Marge Higginlooper. Okay, maybe Lauren was special because of her strawberry-blond hair and her lightweight, frameless glasses that looked just perfect on her face. I wondered why Andrew had a photo of Liz, but not one of Lauren. Maybe he had it better hidden. Maybe he kept it in his car so he could whack off while away from home. Maybe he had it in his office. I'd have to ask him. Anyway, back to Lauren. In a voice loud enough for most of the gang to hear her, she hissed at me, "What were you two doing out there?" Then, without giving me a chance to answer, she added, "If you've fucked up your marriage, you are going to be short at least two friends!" Before she could say anything else, I cut her off by telling the group about Stephan teaching me how to skim stones. That it had taken me forever, but when I finally made one skip, he and I had howled in delight, hugged each, and lost our balance and tumbled into the water. I thought, "That should explain the still-wet clothes occasioned by us rinsing ourselves in the lake before dressing." Penny, my BFF and boss, had her arms folded across her chest and stood there, just shaking her head at me. Andrew arrived, and without speaking to or acknowledging anyone, walked around the group and entered the houseboat. ********** Andrew I gathered the rest of my belongs and left the houseboat. Amy, when she saw I must have all my houseboat belongings, asked in a voice loud enough for all to hear, "Andrew, what are you doing?" She had given me my opening. "I'm going home!" I shouted, "I can never look these people in the eye again." Okay, I was probably exaggerating. I often overreact on purpose to emphasize a point I'm trying to make. Amy dug herself a hole by saying, "Honey, I don't know why you want to go home or why you think our friends don't like you. You know you can be a bit paranoid." "Let me 'splain,' Amy," I said, using my best Rickie Ricardo voice. "First, I want to leave so our friends don't take pity on me and/or make fun of me. Second, you have not called me 'honey' in years. I don't know why you think it necessary or appropriate to use that term of endearment at this particular time. Third, yes, psychological testing has indicated I have a bit of paranoia. Everyone has some; mine just happens to be a bit above average, but I don't believe paranoia has anything to do with my current behavior. I believe that should answer your questions so I will be hitting the road. Oh, you didn't ask this question, but I think I will answer it nonetheless. No, we have not loved each other for a few years, and, after this weekend, I don't think we even like each other any more." Amy seemed unfazed. I hadn't realized she was such a good little actress. Additionally, she was a very good liar. She didn't miss a beat. "Don't be silly, it's a six-hour drive to get home, and you've had a lot of Jack Daniel's today." I was on a roll so I responded, "I'll pull over if I get too tired. And you've been so busy with Stephan last night and today, you couldn't possibly notice what I have or have not been drinking or doing." Now the elephant was in the campsite. Amy took the offensive and opined, "So that's what this is about? You're jealous of Stephan! That is beyond silly; you have nothing to be jealous of. Now stop being silly and put your GD gear where it belongs." I had not planned on saying what came out of my mouth next, but I let her have it anyway. "I hope the picture I took of you two turns out. And, do you really think anyone thought you two were screaming because you successfully skipped a stone across the water? By the way, Stephan, how did her pussy taste?" I heard a couple of gasps from those who were closest to me. I wasn't done. "Stephan, Amy spent so much time in the lake today her snatch probably DID smell like fish." One of the guys told me I had gone too far. Once again, Amy seemed unfazed when she seriously said, " Okay, now you've gone beyond silly. I think we should go home." "What do you mean 'we,' Kemosabe? I assumed you would want Stephan to take my place in bed tonight and he can drive you to his house tomorrow. I'm reasonably certain you've been there before. I'll change the locks and the garage door opener code tomorrow so don't bother coming to MY house. Additionally, I'll file the divorce papers by the end of the week. You should start thinking about how you want to split the property." "We don't need no stinkin' divorce!" Amy snapped. "I'll go home with you so we can share the driving. I wouldn't want you to kill your stupid, crazy ass." I thought I had given her enough "broadsides," especially the business about not loving or liking her any more, to cause her to stay. I just had to give her one more volley before I left the group. "I'm leaving in fifteen minutes. I suggest you talk with Stephan before you decide where you will sleep tonight." Amy started to say something, but I raised my hand to keep her quiet. Then I spoke to the group, "Fifteen minutes. If she decides to stay here, I would appreciate someone -- anyone other than my dead-to-me former friend, Stephan -- coming to the car to tell me so I can leave a little sooner." I headed for our car with several of our friends in hot pursuit. When I reached the car, I stood beside it because I knew my butt would be glued to a seat for the foreseeable future. I noticed five of our friends had followed me. I was pleased to see one of them was Liz Scott. I wasn't as pleased to see her husband, Phil, was also part of the group. No one immediately volunteered to make the first comment. Eventually, Marge Higginlooper said "I don't know what to say, Andrew. Bill and I have known you two longer than anyone except Penny and Stephan and we thought you were the ideal couple." I decided to fill the silence. "Stephan and I have known each other since high school and he and Emily were the perfect couple. Amy and I were fairly close to what they had, but it hasn't been that good the last few years. I'm not certain how that happened, and I'm not sure Amy could explain it any better than I just did." Liz added her two cents, "Andrew, you and Amy need to talk about your marriage. I mean really talk. Perhaps you could start that on your drive home tonight. If you two don't think you can work this out effectively, you should find a good marriage counselor. We don't want to see you two split. By the way, are Amy's fifteen minutes up?" I told the group -- no one had left -- I wasn't keeping track of the time. Either Amy would come home with me or she wouldn't. Just then Amy and Penny Smart appeared with Amy's gear. Amy said, without any emotion, "I'll drive first." I was tempted to ask if her earlier physical activities hadn't made her too tired to drive. I bit my tongue. I was 90% certain we could never save our marriage, but never say never. If we had even the slightest chance of saving our marriage, I couldn't constantly throw her infidelity in her face. I moved to the passenger door and opened it. I leaned my head into the car and gave Amy one more softly-spoken blast by saying, "Amy, it really would be better for both of us if you stayed here tonight." She did not respond. Liz came up to me and put one hand on my upper arm and the other on my wrist and said, "Be nice." I gave her a half-smile, grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, and replied, "I'll try." ********** Amy I had never seen or heard my mild-mannered university professor Ph.D. so mad. One of the times his rants dragged on, with spittle flying from his mouth, I looked at Pen and mouthed, "Help." She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. Well, the cat definitely was out of the bag. Everyone had to know the screaming came from Stephan and me as we climaxed. If some of them had not figured that out, Andrew had made it perfectly clear. I headed for the houseboat and asked Penny to help me gather my stuff. She followed me and said, "Don't worry it we miss anything, we'll sort it out tomorrow morning when we break camp. Are you going to be safe in the car with him? I assume Stephan won't be riding with you, so maybe this would be a good time to have your talk with Andrew, but only if he calms down first." I told her that might be a good idea since I had my speech prepared for tomorrow night, but that was before I screwed Stephan. We got all my gear stuffed into my duffel bag and backpack. When we left the boat, I noticed only Pen, Stephan, and three others remained. I asked where the others were, and Robert, Pen's husband, told me they had gone with Andrew to the car. I addressed those who had remained. "Obviously, Stephan should not ride back with us. Can anyone give him a lift tomorrow?" Robert, not knowing what the Penster had in mind for their ride home tomorrow, volunteered to haul him home. I asked Stephan if he had left anything in our car. When he shook his head no, Pen and I headed for the car and my marriage's unknown future. Wow -- Stephan really had taken to heart my admonition not to talk! Pen and I walked toward the car and she reminded me to remain calm, not do anything crazy, and make no threats. I told Andrew I would drive and he moved to the passenger door. I started the car and suggested to Andrew he should get some sleep. He had denied it, but I knew he had drunk quite a bit of Jack today. He told me he was too "keyed up" to sleep. That really was better, for now, as I told him, "Fine, I need your help getting back to the main road and the highway." He gave me directions, and, other than the briefest questions and answers, we were silent. Once we were on the main road, I was certain I could find my way home. I was determined to stay awake so I could drive more than half-way home. I was also determined to have it out with Andrew, if he was so inclined. "Andrew, I did not appreciate the things you screamed at me in front of our friends." He responded by saying, "And I didn't appreciate you fucking Stephan. Then shouting your orgasms so loudly our friends knew what you were doing. Except for that, I probably would not have made a big scene." ********** Andrew There were so many things we needed to talk about, but I didn't know where to start. Amy solved that dilemma by asking, "Do you want to screw Liz?" Did I want to screw Liz? Hell yes! I had fantasized about that often. Mainly when I masturbated. I chose not to respond. Amy told me, "We aren't going to solve our problems unless we are completely honest with each other." I inquired, "Amy, do we have problems?" She reminded me our relationship had mostly been in the crapper for a few years and this weekend had just made it worse. I, of course, knew she was correct so I replied, "You are correct, and, in hindsight, we should have known this long week-end was not a good idea. And, about this weekend making things worse. Of course. That is why I now believe there is a 90% probably we will wind up getting divorced." She started to say something, but I raised my hand to silence her. Then I added, "Your behavior with Stephan is what elevated the divorce probably. Since so much of the 90% is on account of your behavior, it falls to you to convince me my estimate is way too high. Accordingly, you should think long and hard before you say the wrong things. That is, of course if you really want to save our marriage. You have lots of other options. Perhaps Stephan?" Amy literally barked at me, "I don't want Stephan, at least not on a regular basis." That got my attention, but Amy moved on quickly before I could tell her she was making the probability percentage move even higher. She continued, "Penny and I have been talking about wife swapping -- not just the four of us, but taking turns with all our friends. Maybe we would expand our swapping to other like-minded adults, and, once we were comfortable with that, we could start having swinging parties with fivesomes, sixsomes, and moresomes. I got in a little dig with my next question. "How will you work that into your schedule? I assume Penny will have the same issue." Amy said they assumed we would start at a latish hour on Saturday nights. They knew any Saturday night house showings would be finished at a reasonable hour, and the real issue would be the others getting babysitters. Since we were the only ones without kids, we would be the most likely hosts for the group parties. The party guests would be responsible for drinks and snacks. We, of course, would have to handle the pre- and post-party clean ups. Lake Powell Ch. 02 I asked if she had read that most marriage counselors highly discouraged such lifestyle activities, especially for couples that did not already have a strong relationship replete with trust and open and honest communication. Amy responded, "Yes, I've read that, but I want to do both at the same time. By both, I mean I want us to rebuild what we had until a few years ago while we experiment with outside sexual experiences. I think the sex parties will cause our personal sexual experiences and love for each other to rise to unbelievable levels." She was, of course, spouting shit. But, I had started thinking this might not be such a bad way to go. I really had no need to end our marriage. If I found someone else who I thought would be a better life partner, I could divorce Amy then. Why not have some fun in the meantime? The probability of an IMMEDIATE divorce just went below 50%, but I'd need to do some more thinking and we'd definitely have to talk some more. ********** Amy Andrew had raised a negative or two, but he had not said "no." I could tell he was thinking about what I had just proposed, and I wanted to give him some additional time before we resumed our conversation. I pulled into a gas station that also had a convenience store. Andrew gassed the car while I hit the restroom and bought coffee and munchies. After Andrew hit the restroom, I told him I wanted to drive a while longer. After we got settled in our seats, I realized I still had sand and cum on and in my body. Shit! Fuck! Piss! IN my body! Stephan had shot his well-rested, virile swimmers up my accepting vagina. I had never had to worry about that -- Andrew had gotten a vasectomy when we decided not to have children. I'd have to look into the morning after pill or something. I'd really need to pay attention to my periods. I didn't like the idea of having an abortion at a later date -- I didn't see how I could conceal that entire process from Andrew. I tried to put that additional problem out of my mind, and asked Andrew, "Have you given any more thought to my suggestion?" He asked if it was a suggestion or an ultimatum. I responded, "I would never give you that kind of ultimatum -- that certainly would be no way to try to rebuild our relationship." He told me he was leaning toward accepting the suggestion, but we still had a number of issues to resolve. When I asked what me meant, he responded with, "Amy, you've got to realize your cheating tonight is strike one. This is my "game" so I get to make the rules. You get no more strikes. Strike two means you are out, and we will divorce." I told him again I didn't want a divorce. He responded simply, "Then don't cheat." "Andrew, what does cheating mean once we start swapping and swinging?" He told me we needed to establish rules. That prior to tonight we had been monogamous, and me having sex with Stephan had broken the rule regarding being monogamous. He said we needed rules for swapping and swinging. He said we could talk about rules during the drive, commit them to writing tomorrow, and ensure we had covered everything. He said our playmates needed to have their own rules, and, when parts of our two sets of rules were different, the more conservative of the rules would apply. When I asked what our rules should be, he said we needed to agree to each rule. ********** Andrew I certainly was talking like I was ready to start swapping and swinging. At this stage I was thinking, "Why not?" I could always change my mind later. I asked Amy, "What about condoms?" She gave it some thought, then answered, "I guess it depends because I've become accustomed to no condoms, and I much prefer that. If pregnancy is an issue, then condoms for sure. But if the issue is disease, it depends on who the partners were. For example, I would expect Penny and Robert to be disease free, but we should ask first." I continued, "Which other holes?" Amy seemed perplexed as she asked, "What?" I explained some women wanted condoms for oral sex because they didn't want semen in their mouths. They didn't believe those who said STDs could not be transmitted orally. Amy indicated she thought that was silly unless the guy had ugly looking stuff on his penis. While we were into oral, I asked her if guys could shoot in her mouth, or if she would make them pull out and shoot somewhere else. She didn't hesitate, "Wherever they want. And I will swallow if I'm in the mood." I asked, "Aren't you always in the mood?" She just smiled. I asked about anal. She said she wanted me to break her in for that, and condoms would be my choice. (I'm making this sound like she had already considered all of this. Actually, she spent some time thinking about virtually all these issues.) Once she felt comfortable she could perform anal for others, she would leave the condom choice to the guy, but only if she thought disease would not be an issue. I asked her if I was permitted to have anal with other women before she was ready to let others have her butt. She immediately said, "Go for it." Next, I asked her about the same room versus separate rooms. She said it would be more fun if all four of us were in the same room, preferably on the same bed. I told her some couples would insist on separate rooms because they got more jealous watching their spouse in action. She thought that was silly, but, if the other couple insisted, we should bow to their wishes. Then, she made an excellent observation. "Once we have larger group parties, there won't be enough separate rooms for every couple. But there would probably be enough same room couples to have them in one or a few rooms to make enough rooms available for the separate room couples. And, I guess a separate room spouse would be okay with others in the same room as long as his or her spouse was in a different room. Oh, we'll figure it out." I then told her one of the most important rules regarded kissing. She got a surprised look on her face, so I explained, "Some couples, especially those new to the swapping and swinging lifestyle, do not kiss others. They want to save that special intimacy for just the two of them when they are alone. Most 'experts,' however, say many of those couples later change their minds." Amy asked me what I thought. I told her I thought kissing was an important part of foreplay, and I would prefer to do whatever felt right. The kissing range for a particular person or situation could run from no kissing to passionate kissing with lots of tongue. Amy gave that some thought and agreed. I asked her what would happen if one our temporary partners wanted more conservative kissing -- should be both hold back so we were consistent. She responded, "That's unreasonable. If the other couple has separate kissing rules, we should just go with the flow. Besides, once we start having larger group parties, there will be so much activity we wouldn't be able to keep track of everything we were each doing with others." I had to agree. Any rules we agreed to follow had to be self-enforced, but it sounded like we weren't going to have any rules. Was that a red flag? I asked Amy to picture a swapping foursome to determine if she could think of anything else. She hesitated, then whispered, "What about girl-on-girl?" I asked her what she thought, and she surprised me by saying, "One thing you don't know about me is Penny and I did a little experimenting when we were roommates. We stopped when I started dating you." I asked her if she and Penny had discussed doing this again. Amy nodded. I told her that was only permitted in the group setting -- any girl-on-girl when they were alone would be cheating. Just like anything else with others outside a group setting. Group setting, of course, also meant we were both in the group. We might agree to change some of these rules later, but for now the rules were the rules. I asked her if she and Penny had discussed what they might do to entertain Robert and me. Amy replied, "We thought while you two were recovering to go another round, we could entertain ourselves and you guys by doing what we used to do. We liked to kiss with lots of tongue, finger each other, lick and squeeze each other's tits, suck on and tweak each other's nipples, go down on each other, and sometimes lick and play with each other's asshole." I thought that would be pretty damn hot, and asked her if they had thought about Robert and me being involved. She shook her head. I recalled some scenes from watching porno and suggested, "I guess we could just do some of the things you weren't doing to each other at the moment. Maybe you two could take turns getting some three-on-one activities. Or, all four of us could get twisted into all kinds of positions and combinations. I'm sure there are other positions we could eventually figure out. Any other ideas?" Amy shook her head. I thought we had a pretty good list, but I'd do some research to see if we had missed anything. I realized I had a hard-on. I wonder how long that's been there? ********** Amy That certainly went much more smoothly than I expected, especially since Andrew had seen Stephan and me having such a wonderful time in the sand. Maybe he didn't interrupt us because it turned him on. In any event, I was feeling much better about the direction in which we seemed to be heading. I hoped Penny would have Robert "in bed with us" after their discussion tomorrow night. To make sure I was reading things correctly, I asked Andrew, "So, are you ready to get on with this if Pen and Robert are?" Andrew replied with, "I guess." I thought I'd set the hook, so I continued, "What about playing with Liz after that?" He gave that some thought. His hesitancy surprised me. His next question surprised me even more. He clearly turned in the passenger seat -- I assume to see my expression better -- and asked, "Are you sure you are ready to party with Phil?" I told him, "Hell no! I was thinking you would screw Liz while I played with Stephan." Andrew didn't hesitate. "At least three problems, 'my dear.' One, this is a couples only kind of activity. Two, I will NOT party with a woman unless her husband or her exclusive partner gives me his explicit permission to do so. Three, Stephan is still persona non grata in our house. When we get into threesomes and other odd-numbered arrangements, we can talk about single men or women." I reminded him Stephan had been a friend for a very long time and I didn't feel he should be excluded. Andrew virtually bellowed, "He cheated with MY wife! I'll decide if and when he can participate with us." Then, in a much more subdued voice, he added, "It's not an issue until we're ready for threesomes." I knew I wasn't going to win this argument tonight, so I bit my tongue. We decided we needed a last gas/convenience store break before finishing our drive home. Andrew volunteered to handle the driving the rest of the way. I was more than fine with that because, frankly, I was emotionally drained. Happier than I had thought I'd be when we left the lake, but exhausted nonetheless. I settled into the passenger seat, adjusted the headrest, and leaned back for a little relaxation. Andrew interrupted my mind-emptying attempt by stating, "I've thought of another rule -- you and I arrive at parties as partners and we leave as partners; when one of us decides to leave, we both go. Agreed?" I gave that a little thought, and suggested a bit of a modification. "What if you want to leave, but I don't?" Andrew reflected, then responded, "It should work both ways. The one who doesn't want to leave should discuss with the other the reason he or she wants to leave. We WILL always leave as a couple. If we can't agree whether we leave then or later we have another problem with our marriage. Perhaps an insurmountalbe one." I wasn't ready to disagree with Andrew on this relatively minor issue -- primarily because I didn't have a better solution. Andrew noticed I had leaned back into the headrest and closed my eyes. He told me he was wide awake, and I should try to get some rest. ********** Andrew I really was glad Amy had insisted on driving. I felt great, but I realized I had a pretty good buzz going when we left the lake. We had discussed a lot of swapping and swinging rules, and I wondered if I could remember all of them so I could bang them into my word processor tomorrow. I guessed I could just go through the appropriate body parts and get most of the rules "on paper." I'd have to rely on Amy after that. The remainder of the ride home was uneventful. I spent some time thinking about the few faculty, new graduate student, etc. meetings I had to attend during the remainder of the week. Regular classes would begin the following week. My course load wasn't bad at all. The only twist involved using a new text for the MBA basic finance course. This "professing" stuff just got easier each year. And organizing my thoughts regarding teaching also got easier each year. If I could keep my interest level high enough, and if I could remain healthy, I could do this well past normal retirement age. It's not like university professors need to retire to have enough time to travel and do other retiree things. The only possible fly in the ointment was Amy's future time commitment to selling real estate. We had plenty of time, assuming our marriage survived, to figure that out in the future. I spent the rest of the drive home reflecting on a life with Amy versus a life without Amy. I woke Amy when we were within a few minutes of home. I told her I would unload the car, but I'd wait until tomorrow to clean the sand and stuff out of it. She chuckled and said, "It's 2:00 AM. I don't think the neighbors would appreciate hearing the Shop Vac. I'm going to take a quick shower; you'd better do the same thing before you crawl into my clean bed." I had to add some good-natured ribbing. "Your bed? I guess that's true if it's yours because you sleep in it. But, if you are referring to washing the bedding and making the bed most mornings, then it's MY bed." ********** Amy I woke at the crack of 11:30. I could smell the coffee. Good for Andrew because he probably didn't think to fill the coffeemaker and set the timer last night. The folks at the office weren't expecting me until tomorrow so I decided just to do nothing the rest of the day. I headed downstairs, got some coffee, and found Andrew in the den. Feeling this was the first day of the rest of our lives, I asked, "How did you sleep?" Andrew grunted a "fine." That led me to continue with my witty banter, "Whatcha doin'?" Andrew stopped beating on his keyboard, looked up at me, and said, "I'm putting our rules into my laptop. When I'm finished, I'll print it out so you can look at it. I'd like you to tell me if you think it is complete and accurate. I'm almost finished. Anything you want to do with this extra half day we have?" I was definitely interested in the rules so I didn't give Andrew my typical "whatever." I had been doing that a lot more in recent years, and I needed to work on better responses than whatever or silence. Accordingly, I gave him a bit of my perkiness. "I'd like to see it when it's ready. Has this made you think more positively or less positively about swapping and swinging?" "Actually," he answered, "I gave it quite a bit of thought while I was driving last night. Swapping and swinging is not my first choice to fix our marriage, but, since it seems to be your first choice, I'm ready to get on with it. We'll see how it goes." That caused me to ask another question. "Andrew, what is your first choice to get back to where we once were?" He told me he thought marriage counseling should be a first step, but he'd made his peace with trying swapping and swinging and first. Then he added, with a smile, "Besides, this will definitely be less expensive, and probably much more fun." That was close enough to the ringing endorsement I had hoped for. When I asked him if had pictured any foursome scenarios, he responded, "I've got some porn images in my mind, but they probably aren't that appropriate for our first parties. Maybe you and Penny should outline a script. Or, do you just want to do what comes naturally?" I reminded Andrew that Penny wouldn't talk to Robert until tonight and it was unlikely she and I would talk about it until tomorrow at the office. Knowing Pen, however, if the news was good, she'd call me tonight. The news was good and Pen did call me that night. I told her about our rules and she had me email a copy to her. She promised she and Robert would look at them before going to bed so she and I could discuss them tomorrow. We were both acting like the excited college sorority sisters we were a decade and a half ago. We signed off with Pen saying, "This is going to be SO much fun!" The Penster and I spent parts of every day planning our first swap. We settled on playing at our place because she had nowhere to offload their seven-year-old, Yvonne. We also stuck with our earlier Saturday night plan. We often giggled as we made additional plans, and, of course, got off track discussing things that were definitely not going to happen -- at least not at our first party. We agreed to what we thought was proper attire, and we planned how we would start the party. The guys were going to be putty in our hands! Less than a week 'til nudity abounds! ********** Andrew Amy and I had a very nice lovemaking session on Tuesday night. After I had eaten her to one orgasm, we had a very passionate simultaneous climax. I was surprised I did not picture Stephan with Amy. And I didn't picture me with Liz or anyone else. It was like the old days -- just Amy and me, alone. I didn't dare ask Amy what was going through her mind. I did not want to force a possible lie. We held each other close in our post-coital bliss. Amy suddenly broke away and crawled to my cock. She exclaimed, "Let's get this thing up for another round!" I had stayed on my back so not much of our conjoined juices had dripped on the sheets. She crammed my nearly flaccid cock into her mouth and started sucking. I mean, really sucking. I guess she was practicing for Saturday night. She got me up, and had her way with me. Ride 'em cowgirl! I asked, later in the week, what Robert and Penny thought about our rules. She said they were glad we had thought of everything and, after discussion, they decided they had very little to change. Most important was condoms. Everyone agreed disease was not an issue so the only condoms needed would be when Robert invaded Amy's vagina. Amy told me I was the big winner because Penny was planning on giving me her ass. In preparation, she was going to give herself a thorough enema. Additionally, she was not going to require a condom. I thought better of asking Amy if she thought Penny would be willing to do ass-to-mouth. Something to dream about for future parties. Saturday night finally arrived. Per Amy's instructions, I wore nothing except loose-fitting shorts, a polo, and sandals. Penny and Robert arrived, just as they had so many times before. This arrival, however, was going to change into something we had never done or discussed doing before. The four of us were similarly dressed. Not exactly sartorial splendor, but we appeared to be comfortable. The gals were not wearing bras. Heck, I doubt anyone was wearing any underwear. Robert had brought a couple of chilled bottles of California Chardonnay. I took them, and, as I headed to the kitchen, semi-shouted over my shoulder, "Thanks. I guess we can open one now and the other between the second and third rounds." That got some laughter. "Good," I thought, "no one seems too tense about this. Things should be even more mellow after we started sipping our wine." ********** Amy The wine was extremely good. We had become accustomed to enjoying the kinds of things Pen and Robert could do with their combined incomes. Andrew and I aren't exactly paupers, but they had not gone overboard by spending too much on their house or cars so they had lots of disposable income. I guess we did too, especially as my commissions had been growing each year. If that continued, we'd have to look into some new extravagances. That is, if we could find the time to enjoy them. Lake Powell Ch. 02 I thought I noticed some angst in the room. I know I certainly was experiencing some. Pen and I had previously told the guys not to worry about how to get things started because we had a plan. Pen and I had been watching each other so we could finish our wine at the same time. We were right on script, and, as we set down our empty glasses, we gave our husbands big, wet kisses. I had prepared an appropriate comment for Andrew, and said, "You'd better give Pen the fucking of her life or we might have to find a replacement for you next time." I gave him a very saucy grin as Pen shouted, "Hear, hear!" Robert chimed in with, "Amy does that go for you and me too?" I quickly gave him my unrehearsed answer, "You bet your sweet ass it does!" Things were getting out of hand when Pen added, "You'll see just how sweet his ass is when we get upstairs." Pen told the guys to stay where they were, and enjoy the opening act. She and I met in an open area of the great room, and, as we had done so often in our college room, we embraced each other gently and started a smoldering kiss. God, it had been a long time! We held each other tighter and allowed our tongues to fight it out for supremacy. We did not have too much of prepared material remaining, but we were confident we would be able to ad lib with no trouble. We took half steps back and pulled our shirts up and over our heads. (We had considered letting the guys undress the other's wife, but settled on this so they could take in the entire scene.) Now, with our tits exposed, we continued kissing while we ran our hands over each other's back, arms, shoulders, and neck. We were moaning unscripted noises in each other's mouths. We backed away from each other again, and I grabbed both of Pen's boobs. Then I tweaked both nipples between a thumb and forefinger. More of that would happen later. I dropped to one knee and unfastened her shorts. I let them fall to the floor and looked over my shoulder at the guys. As planned, Andrew had a full frontal view of Pen. I could tell he appreciated what he saw. It was apparent Pen sunned in the nude and she had given her dark bush a closely trimmed landing strip finish. I ran my hands up Pen's body as I stood, and we embraced tightly for another deep kiss. We broke our kiss and turned slightly so Robert would be treated to my nakedness when Pen finished mirroring the treatment I had just given her. Robert smiled as he could see I did not sun in the nude and my bush was trimmed into a very small triangle. I twisted a bit so I could see Andrew. He was smiling broadly at me. I was flattered because he had the yummy looking Pen to enjoy, but he was also giving me plenty attention. I asked the guys if they were ready for a little more girl-on-girl entertainment. They both made typically disgusting male comments. Pen and I soaked it up. The guys had not kept quiet long enough for us to tell them the alternative was to immediately go upstairs, and all of us get on the king bed. Pen and I put an arm around each other's backs and slowly turned so the guys could get a full view of both our bodies. Disgusting words ensued. I lay on my back and Pen straddled my face as she faced my feet. The guys could clearly see what was coming next. More disgusting words. Pen glanced in their direction and admonished, "We have a long way to go tonight so you boys better save some of that energy for when you'll really need it." Pen carefully lowered her snatch to my mouth. She was, of course, on her hands and knees by now so she was able to push her cunt lips within striking distance of my lips and tongue. My hands got busy with her ass cheeks. She crawled down my body until she was able to slap a lip lock on a nice portion of my sex. It was just like old times. We had always enjoyed 69ing. We had purposefully arranged ourselves so the guys, who, by now, had both moved to the couch. They could now get a clear view of Pen's twat on my face. It was easier for Pen to talk so she lifted her head and cooed, "You boys will probably want to take a walk over here so you can see what Amy is doing to my mouth." They did. My view was obviously blocked, but I could see enough to know the guys had gotten down on their hands and knees to get an up close and personal view of what was going on between my legs. The guys had regained their footing and were standing on either side of us. I made a big show of sticking my index finger in Pen's pussy. I pulled it out and got the guys' attention be saying, "Watch this." I jammed my lubricated finger into Pen's bunghole. Pen yelped and I removed my finger. I gave it a little sniff -- she'd really given herself a good enema. I invited Andrew to suck on my finger. He did! This was going to be fun! ********** Andrew Amy and Penny were putting on quite a show. I immediately realized this was a great ice-breaker for new swappers, but next time one of us could simply yell, "Let's party!" I couldn't believe I had allowed Amy to use her finger to ass-to-mouth me. She had told me Penny was going to have an enema for my butt fucking enjoyment, but I still looked at and sniffed Amy's finger before accepting it into my mouth. Amy did not switch fingers -- I had watched closely -- so I knew I got the real deal. It did not smell like she had any excrement on the finger and I enjoyed the rather pleasant taste of Penny's pussy juice. All good things must come to an end, but what we knew was coming next was certainly no letdown. Penny asked us, "What are you guys doing in those binding and restrictive clothes?" Her questioning words were the embodiment of sultry. Robert and I shed our clothes in record time. It was swap time! The lovely ladies approached their respective temporary partner, and, as if they were computer-programmed, put their arms around our necks and pressed/pulled our naked bodies together. French kissing abounded! That was joined by lots of touching, grinding, and other stuff. Amy, always the perfect hostess, suggested we adjourn to the bedroom. As if preplanned, Robert followed Amy's tight butt up the stairs while I followed Penny's not-quite-as-tight butt. Amy asked, as we entered the master bedroom, "Does anyone need to use the bathroom?" Not exactly romantic, but very practical. I had already realized swapping and swinging was not designed to be romantic. I wasn't sure what the proper dialogue should be, but I realized it would likely be just about anything except romantic. I had earlier decided to focus on Penny. I knew I would want to glance at what Amy and Robert were doing, but Penny was my partner for the night. After I shot my first (Of many?) load I could, if I needed some recuperation time, watch the other two. It would probably be appropriate to simultaneously pay attention to Penny's needs. Penny and I did not discuss what we wanted to do. She simply dove into my crotch, grabbed my cock, and wrapped her lips around it. Robert was using one of his index fingers to play with Amy's anus. I realized Penny was currently the most neglected of the group so I maneuvered my body to give her some pleasure. I opted to use my hands and fingers. I wasn't in the optimal position to give her my best, but I tried. I got one, then two, fingers in her slippery cunt. I hadn't asked Amy if Penny was a squirter. I assumed I would discover that on my own or I could ask Penny when we had a lull in the action. I got my other hand close to Penny's love button as I continued to search for her G-spot. I found and started rubbing her G-stop. That got a reaction. She started moving her mouth faster and issued what sounded like a combination of moaning and urging me on. I continued massaging and went after her clit. It took less than a minute for Penny to start bucking and snorting. She lost contact with my cock. So what? Let her have the first orgasm because I suspected she could climax more times than I could. I kept up my attack and heard Amy shouting, "Give it to her, baby! Show her the stud I married!" It didn't take long. Penny howled in delight and humped for quite a while before she finally calmed in my arms. I didn't, at the time, realize how her climax was compared to Amy's. And I didn't much care. Wow! I had initiated my first swapping party orgasm. The first of many, I assured myself. Penny was headed for my cock again, but I wanted to come down a bit more so I could enjoy another build-up. I heard and felt some movement at the other end of the bed. Robert climbed out and mumbled, "Forgot the condoms. I'll be right back." Penny shouted after him, "Hurry up! Don't leave the Aimster high and dry!" Laughter all around. So this is how conversations were going to unfold during swapping and swinging parties? Why not? The literature had indicated they were much like other kinds of parties except for the nudity and adult games. ********** Amy Andrew, as I had predicted, was having a blast. He had done an excellent job bringing Pen to the party's first orgasm. I really hoped we'd all have so many climaxes we wouldn't be able to accurately count them. Robert and I had gotten in bed and done some more kissing and groping. We soon found ourselves in a 69. He had a really long tongue! He didn't need to hold my ass to keep my cunt glued to his mouth. Instead, he used his hands to finger my nipples. One of the times I took his cock out of my mouth and slowly pumped it with one hand, I could clearly see Pen taking Andrew all the way down her throat. I think she once told me she could do that. I'd have to ask her how I could learn to do it. Robert and I continued to pleasure each other when I asked him, "Are you about ready to put that thing in my hot little cunt?" He responded with something unexpected. "Shit! I forgot my condoms." He must have seen my agitation rising, but he knew the rules. What a time to be forgetful! He recovered quickly and continued, "They're in my shorts pocket; I'll be back in a jiff." This unplanned break gave me a chance to watch Andrew and Pen more closely. They had been fooling around when Pen grabbed his cock and asked, "Professor Apperson, are you ready to become an ass man?" I don't know who was more surprised, Andrew or me. Andrew asked Pen if she wanted him to wear a condom. Pen replied, "That wasn't the plan, at least according to my rules." Andrew asked if he should use lube. Pen, always the professional, answered, "Why don't we use some, at least the first time." Andrew got out of bed about the same time Robert returned, wrapped condoms in hand. Robert saw Andrew moving to the night table and had a perplexed look on his face. I guess we'll need a few more parties so we can all be a little more nonchalant regarding what is going on around us. Andrew was returning with the lube when Robert realized what was going on. Robert nodded as he displayed recognition on his face. Pen leaned my way and virtually whispered, "Have you two been working on your dirt chute?" I shook my head and replied, "I wanted to watch you first so give me a good show. Andrew and I will try to get things worked loose before the next party." I held a palm toward Robert's chest to slow him. I patted the bed beside me and said, "Sit down. I need to watch this so I can offer my hind end to you next time. Besides, you and Pen may need to coach him so he doesn't tear her a new one." Robert smiled and responded, "Penny's had plenty of practice and she's pretty tough back there. I think she'll be fine." Pen coached Andrew how to lube her ass. Once he had two fingers in, he started rotating them. I realized he was going to have a mess on his hands, and a mess on his dick later. I headed for the master bath to retrieve a couple of hand towels. Note to self: "Get more party towels, especially those that can withstand poop stains." By the time I returned, Pen was giving Andrew more instructions. She asked if he wanted her on her back or on all fours. She said she could do it either way, but it might be better for him if they did it doggy-style. She instructed him to lube his cock, with an extra bit on the tip. She laughingly said, "Don't stroke your dong too much. We want your cum in my rectum after you've given me a good reaming." Andrew crawled on his knees to get between Pen's lower legs and knees. Robert directed Andrew's movements by telling him to balance himself with one hand on Pen's ass. Then keep moving until his cock head was pressing against her anal bud. Once in position, Robert told Andrew to grab the base of his cock and start easing into Pen. Pen shouted out, "Amy, you've got to experiment so you can find the best way to relax everything back there. You don't want to be tense, especially until you and Andrew have gotten yours broken in. We'll talk about it later; maybe over lunch." She absolutely howled at her own humor. I was certain I didn't want to have another party unless Pen was there too. Andrew had his cock in at least a couple inches. Pen was encouraging him, saying he was doing great -- just keep gently pushing and freeze when he became fully seated. I looked at Andrew, and he smiled at me with a big shit-eating grin. When Andrew was all the way in, Pen gave him additional instructions. "Slowly withdraw it without pulling all the way out. Slowly slide it all the way back in. Again. Again. Now move a little faster, but only with two- or three-inch strokes. Great! Now faster. Faster!" Pen was furiously rubbing her clit, and she was pounding her ass back into Andrew's groin. It took a few more strokes, but they found their rhythm and they looked like a couple of legitimate amateur porn actors. Andrew came first. He was gritting his teeth and screaming all kinds of obscenities. He kept stroking and Pen started screaming like a banshee. They continued pounding and yelling until Andrew couldn't take it any more and collapsed across one of Pen's lower legs. Pen fell face down on the bed, and kept repeating, "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Robert calmly inquired, "So, Andrew, what's your opinion of anal sex?" Andrew, still panting for air, gasped, "Absolutely fucking awesome!" Turning to me, Andrew continued, "Amy, we've got to master this!" Pen raised her head and commanded, "Aimster, you will learn how to do this, and you will learn quickly. Your stud doesn't need much more practice. He's going to rip lots of swapping wives' asses, and you've got to be ready to reciprocate with those ladies' husbands." I looked at Andrew's junk. I was glad I had brought two towels. ********** Andrew I didn't want to admit to Amy that I had just had the most intense sexual experience of my life. I'd tuck that notion away to compliment her after my first really awesome trip up her poop chute. Penny suggested we should both hit the shower, but I told everyone I'd prefer to watch Amy and Robert fuck. Penny suggested, "You've seen her fucking before. Why don't we get scrubbed up; you can watch her fuck someone again in the future." Robert had a bit of a sad look on his face when he asked, "Hey, babes, don't you want to watch me fuck someone else?" Penny got out of bed and said, "I seem to be in the minority here, so let Andrew and me clean up just a bit. Then we'll come back to cheer you on." Penny didn't sound like she was kidding around. I was beginning to wonder what their marriage was really like. Hell, maybe Amy and I had a marriage that wasn't so bad. But, I could be measuring ours against the wrong yardstick. We quickly returned to the bedroom and saw Amy sliding a hand up and down Robert's condom-encased member. It looked like she had applied a bit of lube. He was on his back and she didn't waste too much time assuming her favorite position, cowgirl. Robert's smile broadened as Amy slid down his cock until her tight butt rested high on this thighs. Amy started her grinding motions while Robert played with her breasts and nipples. Amy started getting into it by pulling her shoulders back and sticking out her tits. Robert occasionally raised his upper body so he could suck on and gently bite her nipples. I asked Amy, "Do you plan on slowly massaging him?" She was biting her lower lip as she nodded her head. I asked those assembled, "Do you want me to open more wine?" Robert and Amy made noises sounding like they wanted that. I grabbed Penny's hand and we headed downstairs. I set about getting the wine open when Penny asked, "Are you okay with this?" I tried to read her tone of voice and face. No such luck so I asked, "Is this about the way you and Amy saw things going?" Penny shrugged her shoulders and said, "I don't know." I waited. She eventually broke the silence. "Robert and I have been talking about our possible eleven-year itch. I have never cheated on him and I believe him when he says he hasn't cheated on me. We started talking about swapping and swinging a few months ago. Because Amy is my BFF, I've shared things with her. Maybe that is part of the reason she cheated with Stephan. I just don't know. You two seem to be handling this new relationship well. I don't know if this is the answer for us." "Penny, I'm a bit stunned. Between you and Amy I would have assumed you would be the instigator." Penny interrupted, "I started the subject, but once we started talking about it, it was pretty much 50-50." I was at a loss, but that seldom slowed university profs, so I plowed on. "Penny, I consider you and Robert friends -- you more so than Robert. I can't be much help with your relationship, but I'll tell you the same thing Liz told me just before Amy and I drove home from the lake. You two need to really talk about your relationship; with the help of a third party, if necessary. I listened to Liz, and, while Amy and I have quite a way to go, we're making progress. Talk with your husband. And, as Amy says, you need to be absolutely honest. I imagine you'll want to share information with Amy, but she can't help. You and Robert have to do the heavy lifting. You two have so much going for you, especially that beautiful, smart daughter you two share." We got the wine bottle and glasses under control and headed upstairs. Robert and Amy had finished doing the nasty. Robert was peeling off his sperm-filled condom while Amy was lying on her back with her legs widely splayed. I recognized the all-to-familiar satisfied look on her face. Let's see. Two orgasms for Penny and one for me. Probably one each for Amy and Robert, but who's counting? We decided to clean our bodies, then drink our wine in the great room. Amy suggested we needed to build a really large shower with several shower heads. Penny chimed in, "When we can hide Yvonne somewhere, we can do this in our pool. We just can't make too much noise. I don't think we're ready for all our neighbors knowing our party business." I was confused. Had I been in an alternate universe with Penny just a few minutes earlier? ********** Amy Robert seemed to enjoy his orgasm. He used appropriate and complimentary terms to express his gratitude. Mine was okay. Robert let me do my cowgirl thing. That routine never disappoints me. It was far from what I experienced with Stephan. Despite sex with Robert being new and different, it really didn't do much for me. I guess these types of situations are bound to happen. If we ever swap with Liz and Phil, I imagine Andrew will enjoy himself to no end. If Phil doesn't do it for me, I'll have to play the "good wife" so my husband can have a good time. Andrew will have his turn being the good spouse so I can have a good time with those who do it for me. But look at who we are talking about. Andrew and Pen seemed to be enjoying their party night. Pen and I have talked about approaching Liz and Lauren next. I can't imagine Andrew being disappointed with either of them. I've got to stop seeing the negative in things. This party isn't over yet. Let's see how the afterglow conversation goes. Robert started the wine-drinking conversation. "I don't think any of us is too old for this, so why did that just seem way too tame?" I shifted into good wife mode and suggested, "I think we should wait to discuss our feelings when we are alone with our spouse. Pen and I could compare notes later. I counted five orgasms. That doesn't seem like very many for a bunch of wild and crazy swingers!" Lake Powell Ch. 02 Pen insisted, "This damn night isn't over yet! And, if Aim correctly counted orgasms, I am the one on top with two. We need to get with it and start giving out more orgasms. Let's sip our wine and talk about what we'd like to do with our swap partner and what we'd like to see the other couple do." I noticed a strange look on Andrew's face as he glanced at me. I could not read his mind. Pen seemed more animated than usual. She could not have had too much to drink and I knew she didn't do drugs or take prescription drugs that did not mix with wine. Hell, all four of us drink plenty of wine when we get together. Pen surprised me when she asked, "You guys want to get into some more girl-on-girl stuff?" We all nodded, some of us without too much enthusiasm, and wondered aloud what we should do. Pen took charge. "The Aimster and I have kicked around some ideas that would get all four of us involved. Does that sound like fun?" Robert, he with the dry humor, said, "All four of us? As long as I don't have to suck Andrew's dick, I'm in." Pen started to describe what we were going to do and encouraged each of us to get into position. I took another sip of the excellent wine, and resolved to cut loose and enjoy my husband and our friends. Pen asked me if I wanted top or bottom. I asked if it made a difference. Pen replied, "Watch, once you make your decision, everything will just flow." I elected "bottom." I might as well do a little relaxing. Pen had me lie on my back and said, "Spread your legs so you can enjoy a feeding frenzy." She had Robert kneel beside my head and told him his job would be to lean over and fuck my mouth. I told Pen she and Andrew should take these positions since she could deepthroat him. Pen put me down by saying, "I'm sure your cock sucking skills are more than adequate. Besides you'll have both hands free. You just need to agree with Robert where he will blow his load. Once we get going, I expect at least four more orgasms. Come on folks. We're here to have some sexy fun! Or did I mean funny sex?" Pen motioned to Andrew and told him, "I'm going to get on my hands and knees and blow your wife's mind with my hands and face. Once the three of us are in position, your job will be to take care of yourself and the parts of me you can reach while you are behind my ass. Is everyone clear? Okay, start your engines!" This would probably be a bit more fun if we had drunk more wine. But I thought being on the bottom was better for me. I could give Robert some action he was bound to enjoy and I would likely prefer Pen, over Robert wearing a rubber, in my crotch. I wouldn't be able to see what Andrew was doing to Pen's backside and/or underside, but he'd already had her ass so he was likely looking forward to blowing a load in her hot cunt. And so it went. ********** Andrew I thought I had gotten the better male position for this little romp. I had quickly discarded the notion of tonguing Penny's asshole. It still had some cum and lube in it. I gave her rear a couple of spanks. (We'd need to add that to our list of rules.) She hopped a bit, but stayed in place. She also muffled some sounds in Amy's muff. I got on my back and slithered between Penny's legs so I could play with her titties and lift my head to use my mouth on her twat. No lifting necessary, she mashed that barely hairy thing against my face. Penny was really torquing her body. She might have the better female position. My little soldier was not getting attention from anyone else, and my hands were too busy to do myself any good. Maybe, when we have parties with more attendees, we could determine some arrangement of bodies so each of us could give and receive pleasure. For now, I wanted to receive some pleasure. I retraced my earlier slithering, and got on my knees. I had just left Penny's pussy and it was flowing. I grabbed my cock, put it at her entrance, and slammed it home. She hopped again, but quickly settled into fucking me in return. I thought we might have something less than lottery-like odds at having simultaneous orgasms, but it was not very likely to happen in those positions. Accordingly, I decided to focus on giving Penny and myself pleasure and see what happened. I really didn't pay attention to the order of our orgasms, but it sounded like everyone had one within a matter of a few minutes. I knew Penny had climaxed because her vaginal walls grabbed my cock shortly after I had excitedly shot my wad. The only unknown was whether Amy had faked hers. I couldn't always tell when she did that, but I suspected Penny could not as easily be mislead. We all moaned, groaned, and told each other how good that experience had been. We'd finished the wine and Robert indicated they needed to get the babysitter home. We had time to chat some more, but waiting to recharge for another round of partying was out of the question. Penny surprised me again when she said, "Next time, we'll have to allow for more time. Nine orgasms is a pretty good number, but, given enough time and motivation, we can do so much better." We couldn't send them home smelling of sex and looking like hell. Amy took Robert to one shower and I took Penny to the other. We all came out squeaky clean. They dressed and headed out the door. Penny looked back, over her shoulder, and said, "This is just the beginning to a new style of life for a wonderful group of friends." The clean up could wait until tomorrow. Amy and I hauled our clean, tired butts to bed and hugged each other until we fell asleep. ********** Amy I know I slept soundly, and I'm fairly certain Andrew did the same. He was still asleep. I smelled the coffee. Bless him, Andrew must have gotten up in the night to fill the coffeemaker. I slipped out of bed quietly and headed downstairs for my coffee. I realized I had not slept in any wet spots. Throwing the cheap bedspread on top of the bed had been a good idea. We might need to double up in the future if more partiers were playing on the bed, and/or less stuff was being gathered in condoms, stomachs, etc. I sat in the kitchen, sipping my coffee, and staring out the patio doors. It looked like another clear, hot Phoenix day. No need to watch the weather report; not much changed from one day to the next. My thoughts drifted to last night. It had been easier, more simple than I had imagined. I was not jealous of what Andrew did or had done to him. Maybe I only felt that way because he was with Pen. I was glad we had gone straight to bed last night. We needed the cool light of day, plus no lingering wine aftereffects, to honestly discuss what we thought about the party and how we thought future endeavors might happen and turn out. I heard Andrew moving about. After some bathroom activities he got his coffee and joined me. He asked how I was and tenderly kissed my lips. I looked into his eyes and whispered, "That was lovely." We exchanged morning pleasantries and I reminded him I had an afternoon open house. It was scheduled to be open until 5:00 so I told him I would be home not later than 6:00. He suggested grilled steaks for dinner. I was fine with that. Being together like this was nice. I hoped it would remain that way. I quizzed Andrew, "Do you want to talk about last night now? Later? Never?" He told me we should definitely talk about it. Either now or sometime later today. He told me he really didn't want to wait. He then asked if Pen was going to be at the open house. I said, "Not this one. She has her own open house elsewhere." He told me he wanted to ensure we talked about the party before I next talked with Pen. We decided over dinner and beyond would do. I remembered something I had thought of yesterday, and asked, "I've been thinking about the extra money we've been able to sock away. We never seem to have enough time to enjoy the fruits of our labors. I was thinking we could hire a house cleaning crew to come in once a week, especially after we have a larger party. You and I would still need to share the things that need to be done more than once a week. What do you think?" He said he thought that would be a very good idea. I volunteered to look into it. We kept ourselves busy doing our usual weekend morning things. My open house did not yield any results, but once in a great while someone you didn't even notice will call to see the house again. I've made more than one sale that way. I packed and headed home. I called Andrew and he said he'd light the grill so he'd be ready. Andrew had, as usual, cooked our steaks to perfection. We enjoyed a light salad and our favorite Pinot Noir, "Erath" from Oregon. Andrew launched into the discussion regarding last night. I was honest and told him Robert really didn't do much for me. He asked where Robert had climaxed during our final foursome on the floor. I told him, "In my mouth and I swallowed." I couldn't believe I said that just like I would say, "I think I'll wear that red dress tonight." Since Andrew had missed the end of my fuck with Robert, I described that in some detail. He reminded me that I had been up close and personal when Pen gave him her butt. He spent a little time telling me about his contortions during our four-way. Then he jumped to a description of Pen's somewhat bizarre comments when the two of them went downstairs getting the wine. I opined my observations of Pen's seemingly hyper behavior when we had reassembled in the great room. Neither of us could determine what might or might not have been going on, but he suggested I pay attention and be there for Pen. We moved on to talk about future parties. I decided to tell him about what Pen and I had previously discussed. "Most so-called experts indicate the men typically convince each other to swing and swap. Then they convince the wives. Pen and I thought it would work better, at least with our group of friends, if the women approached the women. I'm going to talk to Liz about swapping with us. Please get your tongue off the table and back in your mouth. Pen is going to talk to Lauren about her and Fred playing with them. If one or both of us are successful, we'll then decide where we go after that." Andrew interrupted by saying, "Two things. One, you didn't mention Phil when you talked about Liz. Was that an oversight?" I quickly told him it was. I realized he might have thought I was planning on inviting Stephan as my partner. Patience, Amy. "Two, you didn't mention the Higginloopers." I told him we were afraid to approach them because of their new religious priorities. I told him they would figure out what was going on once more couples were partying together. They could then approach us. Perhaps Marge and Bill would like a slower approach and start by watching the rest of us. It was quite evident Andrew was now on board with swapping and swinging. It was clear he enjoyed his alone time with Pen, the girl-on-girl, and the foursome at the end of the evening. I was going to give it my all to enlist Liz. I figured Phil would be a pushover for Liz, especially if she threw his alleged previous (and current?) affairs in his face. Pen would probably have a tougher time with Lauren, but I wasn't going to volunteer to convince Lauren. She and Fred had both been married before, and I had no idea what they thought about swapping and swinging. If I first convinced Liz and Phil, the Fairchilds might be more willing to get on board. ********** Andrew Ah, the first day of a new semester. Don't get too enthusiastic, Andrew. Our wonderful scheduling folks had done me solid again. Early classes on Tuesday and Thursday. Later first classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Plus the occasional Saturday and/or Sunday class in the phoney Executive MBA program. People in the know, knew and the graduates' "diplomas" indicated they had not earned a real MBA degree. Amy always knew my teaching schedule, and she generally knew when I had scheduled meetings. She called between classes to tell me Yvonne would be at a Friday night sleepover and we were invited to spend all night or any part thereof at the Smarts' house. I suggested we put it on our calendars and discuss it before accepting. Amy could plead a possible faculty function. I asked if they were planning to contact Liz and/or Lauren before Friday. She said, "No, we're postponing that until after Friday night." Amy and I had fairly normal workweeks and Amy told me she could not weasel any information out of Penny to indicate what her behavior from the previous Saturday night was all about, but Amy indicated she had a few more days to uncover something. "If all else fails," Amy said, "we might be able to figure it out this coming Friday night." As it turned out, of course, the faculty meeting on Friday evening did not materialize. We planned to arrive at sundown with three bottles of white wine and an appropriate selection of cheeses. These were some of Amy's areas of expertise, so all I had to do was find myself a comfortable, easy-to-remove outfit. I made sure to take the lube and a few condoms, just in case. I also carried a few condoms for Robert, just in case. We arrived at our appointed time and Robert surprised us by asking if we'd like a mixed drink. We'd been known to imbibe, so we placed our orders. I wondered if he thought more liquor than we had at the last party was required to get the four of us into partying sooner and/or longer. We weren't certain we would spend the night; we'd just play it by ear. An all-night foursome did not sound as interesting as an all-night group orgy. Amy had been able, earlier that day, to get a bit of information from Penny. It seems they were pretty much in the same boat as we found ourselves. They both put in long hours and both felt their marital closeness was slipping away from them. They, like us, thought swapping and swinging with their close friends might mend some of those problems. We were sitting in their family room. We'd finished our drinks and had sampled some cheeses so the wine might taste better. The gals had obviously planned another treat to start this party because they stood and kicked off their shoes. They both had on summer dresses. They stood close to us and lifted their dresses up and off. They both had shaved pussies! Penny definitely needed to do some additional nude sunbathing. Robert and I cheered and made other appropriate sounds. The gals giggled and straddled their temporary partner's lap. Let the kissing and groping begin! This was going a little more smoothly than our first encounter. Penny broke our lip lock and asked the group, "Does everyone want to fuck around in here or go out to the pool?" Amy inquired, "How comfortable is it fooling around out there?" When Penny said it was really just different and you had to experiment to find comfortable positions, we decided to stay inside for a while so we could enjoy the AC, plush carpet, overstuffed furniture, etc. We broke out the first bottle of wine, and Penny grabbed the unbreakable glasses -- a must for parties in and around pools. A few sips of wine and Penny and I were plastered together, front to front, on a large leather sofa. The other two were rolling around on the floor. Penny had really taken care of me last Saturday -- deepthroat (with climax), anal (with climax), and vaginal. I was fairly certain I had also taken good care of her; she'd had at least three orgasms. I whispered, "What do you want to do first?" She answered, "Just make out with me for now." Being fairly compliant, I did exactly what she suggested. It wasn't loving; it was lusting, and it was very, very nice. I hoped I was giving as good as I was getting. ********** Amy I had promised Andrew and myself I would really get into the second party. I planned on knocking myself out to give Robert the most climaxes he could handle, while I would win the prize for having the most. Andrew told me he planned for Pen to give me a run for my money, and he was betting she would win again. It wasn't so much the competitive factor -- I had talked Andrew into swapping and swinging and I needed to paint a better picture of how much fun I was having. I didn't want to lie about it, so I thought actually having fun would the best approach. Robert and I were more comfortable with each other and talked about what turned us on. We wound up doing some doggy-style on the floor. Up for a little more wine, then he bent me over the back of the loveseat and fucked me until I had a screaming orgasm. The Aimster 1; all other competitors 0. Robert did not relent and he shot his first load a few minutes later. I removed Robert's condom, tied it in a knot, and proceeded to lick and suck his cum off his cock. I told him to keep it away from my cunt unless he first washed it with soap. He was, predictably, flat on his back when he nodded his assent. I got us wine refills, we sat on the floor, and gently caressed each other. Pen and Andrew were still locked in a tight embrace. They were moaning and mumbling to each other during their continuous kissing. Their hands were roaming and both were doing their best to rub a thigh in each other's crotches. Robert looked at the other two and jocularly asked, "Are you two going to stay in that position all night?" Pen obviously unlipped Andrew and dreamily replied, "Why not? It's a very nice position, especially when you share it with a very dear friend." They soon disentangled, refreshed their wine glasses, and Andrew announced they were going outside. I reminded Robert to get his condoms out of his shorts pocket. Andrew asked Pen if he should get the lube from his shorts. Pen told him, "Not now. Maybe later or we could just use human lubrication." Robert looked at me. Not much trouble reading his mind. I shook my head and said, "Andrew and I have practiced only once, and I'm not ready to do that in public." I don't know why the three of them thought that was funny. We tried some new, at least to Andrew and me, positions the pool furniture facilitated. Robert and I tried cowgirl on a lounge chair. It was too narrow for me to plant both knees on the cushion, so I stood on the pool decking. It was a bit of a stretch, and I wondered if I might strain some groin muscles. As I slid down Robert's latex-encased cock, I realized I could put my feet on the cushion. I put my hands on his chest, and, once properly balanced, I slid my feet under his armpits and shoulders. I probably looked like a rower in a racing scull! Robert realized he had to do more of the work. And he did. It seemed he had made a fairly quick recovery from our inside adventures. Andrew and Pen were in the pool. I don't think his plaything had yet been in any of Pen's holes. They were in the deep end and both were hanging onto the wall with one hand while they continued their kissing and massaging with their other hand. My position was not working well, so I apologized to Robert and stood. Robert said/asked, "The pool." We hopped into the shallow end and I threw my arms around his neck while he grabbed both my ass cheeks and lifted me. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as our most sexual parts sought each other in the warm water. Robert's missile was not of the heat-seeking variety, so he needed to hand-guide it to the promised land. This was a new experience -- at least with a condom. The water didn't really provide lubricant, and I was afraid I was in for an unpleasant dry fuck. Fortunately, when Robert pushed in a bit more, my previously-activated fluids took over and we were treated to a nice mixture of friction and smooth sliding. This, plus some tongue tangoing, was probably going to get the job done. Robert just needed to keep us balanced. Occasionally, he would lift me higher in the water to give one of my nips a lick or suck. This was working for me. ********** Andrew Penny surprised me with her continued clinging. I had no idea why she was doing it. I guessed I could do that all night, but Amy was determined to be much more active. We had not discussed my need to be more active with Penny. Following last week's performance, we naturally assumed Penny and I would be at least as active as we had been before. I decided to force the issue, so I asked, "Hey, beautiful, what's going on? I mean, tonight has been wonderful, but you don't seem to be that much into the appropriate party girl mindset." Penny pulled back a little further and said, with a smile, "Just taking it easy with a friend. Our sex last week was absolutely great, and I fully intend for both of us to have as much fun as we did last week. Don't worry, the night is still young." I decided it didn't make sense to push her. She said she intended to wind up at the same conclusion I wanted, she just wanted to get there a bit more slowly. We left the pool in time to hear Robert announce his orgasm. Penny leaned his way and laughingly hissed, "Robert, be careful. The neighbors!" He nodded and continued to hold Amy's ass while she was bouncing on his rod. It didn't take Amy too long to grab Robert tighter, bury her face into his neck, and go rigid. Lake Powell Ch. 02 Unless I had missed something, they had both come twice. Penny grabbed my hand and proposed, "We'd better get on with the good stuff because we are way behind." I inquired, "What's the prize for winning?" She didn't hesitate. "Both the winners and the losers get to feel fabulous." She grabbed a large seat cushion and pulled me to the most shallow end of the pool. She laid the cushion on the concrete-like decking and pushed it to the edge. She jumped in the water and bade me follow. She hopped up and landed with her upper body on the cushion. I walked to her ass. We had to wiggle her body until she and I were properly aligned at the correct height. I assumed she was offering her cunt so I started gently massaging her clit. After an appreciative meow or two, I got my other hand involved and slipped two fingers into her pusskut. Her movements and moans told me she'd soon be ready. My cock had pretty much hardened by then. I asked if she was ready. She nodded and I inched toward the starting gate. We trotted at first. We would move to a canter when one of us was ready. I suspected Penny would not appreciate galloping because her lower body would bang against the hard pool siding. We kept a steady pace and she eventually asked, "Are you ready to blow?" I told her I was close, but she could do whatever felt best to her. She grabbed the cushion, pushed her butt at me, and panted her orgasm. It took another few minutes for me. It was mind-blowing! Arizona pool water is not cool in August. It is, in fact, much like warm bath water. We had a strong consensus we should go inside. We toweled thoroughly, knowing we couldn't avoid the climate change when we hit the AC. We all got some goose bumps, and I'm certain we sported eight erect nipples. Wine and cheese seemed to be the tickets to help our bodies acclimate. Penny started crawling toward Amy while saying, "You look positively cold, baby. Let me hold you and do other stuff so I can warm you." Amy dropped to the floor and they embraced. Robert and I looked at each other, he laughed, and I chortled, "No way." The gals gave us another excellent show. Robert and I had not had enough time to fully recover, but the show was giving our little heads a little more breathing room at a higher altitude. ********** Amy We did not spend the night, but we did stay well into the morning hours. Penny and I later compared notes. I had five O's (0's?) while she had four. Robert had three to Andrew's two. We agreed the journey was more important than the destination. She admonished me to do some serious anal practicing with Andrew. She confessed she had withheld anal from Andrew because Robert didn't get that from me. We spent a little time speculating how many orgasms we could have if the supply of extra men was virtually unlimited. Giggling ensued. We agreed I would approach Liz before Pen approached Lauren. She hoped I would have good news regarding Liz and Phil. That would give her more ammunition when she talked with Lauren. I met with Liz. I told her what had been going on and what we envisioned for the future. She seemed a bit shocked, but only in a calm sort of way. She giggled when she asked, "I assume Robert and Andrew are okay with this?" It was my turn to laugh. I told her Andrew was really looking forward to spending lots of quality time with her (Big smile!) and that was why I was elected to talk with her. We traded questions and answers. She had some takeaways: All four of the original cast members claimed no jealousy. It was much like other get-togethers, with much of the usual banter and chatter. Our later sex at home had been enhanced. We were looking forward to gatherings with more than four partiers. There was more, but those were the highlights. Liz did not say no. She took a copy of our rules and said she'd let me know if she talked with Phil. I delicately found a way to talk about Phil's escapades. Surprisingly, she was rather forthcoming. That caused us to discuss things more bluntly. I asked about the possibility of Phil having STDs and the possibility he had passed them to her. Liz told me Phil was tested regularly and she had warned him he would lose the jewels if he ever gave her a disease. "Why does she stay with him?" I wondered. My, how soon I forgot about Stephan and me! She'd made her peace with this kind of marriage. Andrew was not willing to make his peace with Stephan and me having an ongoing relationship. When Liz and I parted, I had a good feeling about gaining a new couple. I assumed Liz wanted to spend some quality time with Andrew. She might see swapping and swinging as a way to get even with Phil without the ugly parts of a divorce. Once she convinced herself to give it a try, she would likely convince Phil, even if she had to drag him, kicking and screaming, to our place. I suspected, however, Phil would like to give me a try. Or two. Once I was comfortable with anal, Phil certainly was the poster boy candidate for requiring condoms. I told Pen about my conversation with Liz. We concluded she and Phil were "maybes," but my gut told me they were more like "maybe pluses." Pen decided to go ahead with her plan to talk with Lauren. She said she would only talk about the Scotts if it seemed appropriate. They met the next day, after Lauren finished teaching her sixth-grade English class. Pen called me that night. She was excited! She started with, "You aren't going to believe your ears!" Leaving me no time to interject anything, she continued, "Fred and his first wife were in to swapping and swinging. Lauren probably knows more about how it works than you and I do. She told me they had discussed it, and, because it was so foreign to her they quickly ruled out such activities. Being newlyweds, then having the baby probably had something to do with it, too." She took a breath, so I jumped in, "So, what do you think?" Pen explained she had given Lauren a copy of the rules, and had given her an overview of our first two parties. Lauren simply said she and Fred would talk about it, especially since friends were involved, and get back to her. "Oh, and by the way," Pen added, "I told her about the Liz and Phil possibility. Also, be warned, Lauren will probably call you. She'll probably call Liz, too, once we know her answer. Isn't this way too cool?" I suggested to Pen she should consider using a bit more patience. To soon be continued... Lake Powell Ch. 03 You should first read Payson's original story and my Chapter 2 continuation. Payson's original is less than two pages long. I plan to post this before I see Chapter 2 on Literotica, but I assume my Chapter 2 is about four - five pages long. ********** Andrew Liz called on my cell. I was a bit surprised. We did not have a house phone, I knew Amy had talked to her about swapping and swinging, and I assumed Liz would call Amy's cell. After my brief greeting, Liz whispered, "Can you talk?" Amy wasn't home, so I answered, "Yes, I'm alone and ready to talk." I said it loudly enough so Liz would know I was probably alone. She quickly got to the point by telling me they were 90% "all in." Incongruous? I asked her what she meant. She responded, "Phil and I have talked. He's out of town until Friday and we'd like to have a sit down with you and Amy to talk about the rules and some other things he and I will think through before he gets home. Once we are a little more comfortable with where this is going, we'll be all in. Her voice returned to a whisper as she added, "Between you and me, I'm already 100% all in. I'm just humoring Phil. Why don't you have Amy give me a ring and we'll set a time." Before ending my side of the conversation, I said, "I'll tell Amy." I hesitated, then added, "Liz, I'm really looking forward to you being all in." She giggled and disconnected. Amy called Liz and they worked out the details -- it was to be a clothing required meeting. That meeting turned out to be no big deal. Phil asked most of the questions. They weren't much different from the things Amy and I had discussed before we started partying. Amy was able to answer some of the questions, based on things she and Penny had already discussed. When Phil said, "We're all in," we started discussing the rules -- no anal for moi -- and planning our first party. Everyone opted for "the sooner, the better" choice. I suggested the next night, Saturday, and glanced at Amy. She nodded as Phil asked, "Can you be ready that soon. We don't want to impose." I was in rare form as I replied, "Swapping and swinging parties are never an imposition and we can be ready in about 23 seconds." I was looking at Amy's attire as I said "23 seconds." Phil asked Liz if she could find a sitter on such short notice. Liz nodded and then asked what they could bring. I knew Amy had bought plenty of new towels so I let her handle that conversation with Liz. Lauren called Amy on Saturday morning. After trading information regarding Lauren's conversation with Penny, Penny's with Amy, ours with Liz and Phil, etc., Amy switched to speakerphone and told Lauren I was also "on the line." Lauren started asking Amy some basic questions, when I interrupted by piping up, "We're partying with the Scotts tonight. You and Fred are welcome to watch if the Scotts agree." Amy yelled,"Shut up" at me, but she was smiling. Lauren declined my invitation. Lauren eventually signed off by adding, "I want to talk with Liz after you guys get together. And, strange as it may sound to you, I want to talk to Fred's ex-wife too." That was surprising, but I assumed Lauren thought she had the kind of relationship with the ex allowing them to have such a conversation. Amy and I gave each other high-5's At this rate, we'd soon be renting out the old armory building! ********** Amy Andrew and I spent a little time Friday evening getting the house ready for the next night. We don't leave messes so it wasn't a big deal. I had some Saturday appointments, but I resolved to avoid any for that night. Unless they were really, really important. I was NOT going to be the one responsible for Liz and Andrew missing their first screw-a-thon. Having seen Phil's wet swimming suit-induced bulge, I was a bit anxious to see how my night would turn out. Phil wasn't a wine drinker, so they had volunteered to bring plenty of stuff for rum and cokes and gin and tonics. Andrew and I agreed we needed to watch each other so we didn't drink too much. This shouldn't turn into an all-you-can-eat buffet. The party was for a different kind of partying. Phil and Liz were obviously apprehensive when they arrived. Phil appeared to have been drinking. Andrew took charge of the situation by taking the drink stuff, while saying to Phil, "It looks like you've gotten a head start; why don't I make three drinks so we can catch up?" Phil had no comeback. We gave Andrew our drink orders and sat in the great room to get more comfortable and prepared for the festivities. Phil seemed to be less at ease than at any time I could remember. That seemed a bit strange. I gave it a little thought and concluded, if the rumors were true, he did his thing by picking up strange out-of-town women or by seducing discrete married women closer to home. He had trained himself to do those things. This was new to him. He may have participated in group sex before, but assuredly not with his wife and friends. I was interested to see how he reacted to the things Liz and Andrew did. I guess part of my good wife role was to keep Phil distracted enough that he couldn't be too jealous. My G & T went down way too smoothly. Patience. Liz and I had already discussed girl-on-girl. That was not on her list of things she'd do. I told her I would never press the issue, but I suggested she watch girl-on-girl action in some mild porno movies. I also pointed out she'd likely witness some when we started having larger parties. She and I had decided to begin this party with our clothes on while we danced slowly with our temporary partner. Andrew had selected the music. I knew it would be perfect. It was. The four of danced like two high school couples who planned to have a good time at Prom, but were also antsy to get on with the after-dance nudity. I glanced at Liz and Andrew. They had their arms wrapped tightly around each other while their lips were locked together. Liz was really pushing her tummy into Andrew's rager. The way they were starting I suspected they would be expressing and displaying their pent-up feelings for each other. Hell, it might resemble something akin to romance, maybe love. I was ready for their physical activities; their emotional activities, however, might be too much. Can't worry about that now. Now is the time for Phil and me to give each other what we want. I gave Phil my best lip lock. I'm not sure whose tongue got into whose mouth first. It could have been a tie, or, at the very least, too close to call. I started undressing Phil, and he, me. Andrew or Liz noticed and they began to follow suit. I had to occasionally watch. Predictably, they both did it lovingly and gently touched and stroked each other's body as they did. Once naked, they continued to dance while I dropped to my knees and sucked most of Phil's cock into my mouth. No, it wasn't huge. Andrew, Robert, and Phil packed about the same kind of equipment. Phil threw back his head and groaned. We were off to the races! ********** Andrew God! My first time naked and virtually alone with Liz! I think I can now write a book about what heaven must be like. I suspected Amy had a pretty good idea how strongly I felt about Liz. It was like, "If anything ever happens to Amy....." Did I covet my friend's wife? Yes, but, in all fairness, I considered Liz a much better friend than Phil. It didn't make much difference because, for now, they were a couple and I knew I would never cheat on Amy. We continued dancing, kissing, and caressing. I whispered to Liz, "Are you alright?" In response, she cooed, "Couldn't be better." I continued the soft talk with, "I don't mean to sound crude, but I'll check in with you from time to time to see if you have, in fact, become better." She sighed, relocked her lips on mine, and removed one of her hands from behind my neck. An instant later, I felt a softly firm grip on my dick. I sighed. I told Liz I was planning on lots of soft and gentle, but she was at her first party and I wanted to give her anything she wanted. She gave my cock another squeeze and asked, "Where do you want to lie down together?" I wasn't thinking about Amy and I hoped Liz was not thinking about Phil. I didn't even want to glance at the other two. Liz and I lay on the carpet and continued kissing while we caressed each other. Some of that touching was sexual, but mostly it was sensual. We also spent considerable time looking into each other's eyes and smiling. When I occasionally came out of my trance-like state, I thought Phil might yell at me because I wasn't fucking his wife. All in good time, my friend. All in good time. I wanted quality, not necessarily quantity, with Liz. We twisted our bodies, staying on our sides, and eased into a comfortable 69. After a bit it seemed to me Liz was not skilled in the art of deepthroating. No biggie. She was giving me fantastic head with her tongue and she'd occasionally take about half of me into her mouth. Additionally, she was using both hands to the utmost. Her bush was appropriately trimmed to stay contained in her briefest swimming bottoms. I softly used my tongue, lips, and fingers to explore every part of her nether regions. Once, I took a lubricated finger and pressed it against her anus. She tensed and squeezed my cock. I had no intention of entering her sacred place, so I quickly removed my finger and she relaxed her grip on my long boy. I made a mental note to ensure I told her I was sorry for the anal surprise and I hadn't planned on going any further. Lesson learned, if the rules aren't clear, ask first. ********** Amy I was facing Liz and Andrew while Phil was pounding me doggy-style. He had firm grips on my hips. That was giving him great leverage and I was slamming back into him for all I was worth. Phil often reached around with one hand to pinch a nipple. I invariably yelped. He had earlier asked me if Andrew was always so loving with his swap partner. I had quietly told him, "Sometimes." I wasn't really jealous of the way they were treating each other. If I had been required to predict how they would be together, I would have predicted something much like they were doing. Certainly not like Phil was treating me. Andrew and I had recommitted ourselves to our marriage, and I wasn't going to allow his apparent feelings for Liz derail what we had started to mend. I was certain Andrew would never cheat, especially with a married woman. And Liz would very likely stay married. She had put up with Phil's dalliances for years. Besides, Andrew would not leave me to be with Liz, or someone like her, until he was certain she was "the one." And, except for the aftershocks following my dalliance with Stephan, I didn't think Andrew would want to leave me so he could live by himself. I was really working up a sweat, and Phil was yelling, "Are you ready to cum?" I panted, loudly, "I'm almost there; try to told on a little longer!" He held on as I bellowed my orgasm. When I screamed, "Oh, yeah!" he filled his condom. I'd always have this guy wear a condom, but I was going to have to do something so I could have skin on skin with the other guys we trusted. Phil flopped onto his back as I excused myself to use the powder bath. When I returned, Liz was on her back as Andrew gently did what is supposed to come naturally. I had to watch. She alternated between splaying her legs widely, and wrapping them around his legs, ass, or waist. All the while she held his face with both hands as they searched each other's eyes. I wished Andrew and I had talked more in-depth regarding what he planned to do with Liz tonight. Hell, I probably should have made both of them sit down with me and draft a three-way contract detailing what they would and would not do tonight. I asked who was ready for another drink. Phil lifted his head and said, "G & T." Liz and Stephan went about their business, so I decided to get them what they had earlier. I returned -- Phil hadn't bothered to help -- with a tray of drinks and several bottles of cold water. I took a comfortable chair while Phil half-sat, half-leaned on the floor. He and I watched the lovebirds. They had increased their pace a bit, and Andrew said, with a bit of strain in his voice, "Come on, baby. Let's get there together." Liz planted her feet on the floor and started humping with more gusto. They locked their lips. Again! (Do we need a rule change?) They were both jabbering to each other, and, I guess, the world in general. The came simultaneously. Something completely different than Andrew's recent couplings with Pen. They eventually untangled themselves and stood. They did not completely separate and continued touching and cooing as they got their drinks and sat together. Phil looked at them and said, "That was quite a performance. You didn't seem to use that much energy so I assume you two can keep at it for quite a bit longer." I couldn't read Phil's demeanor. Was he mad? Jealous? Surprised? I might want to ask Liz about it, but at a later date. Liz quietly replied, "The sitter has to leave by 1:30." Phil stood and sat by me. All four of us silently sipped our drinks. I eventually broke the ice by reaching for a bottle of water and saying, "I need some of this. Why don't we talk about what we're going to do next." Phil broke in with, "Why talk about it? Why don't we just get after doing it." No one said anything, so I asked, "Shall we stay down here or go upstairs to use the bed?" Everyone seemed to prefer the great room, so I got up to go upstairs. Andrew asked what I was doing, and, when I told him I was going after more towels, he said, "Hang on, hon, I'll get them." Okay, so Liz gets "baby" and I get "hon." I suppose that could be justified because he was in the throes of passion with Liz and not when he spoke to me. But I, like Liz, was also benefiting from his exceptionally good manners. Okay, I was being a little catty. Andrew normally displays good manners to everyone. ********** Andrew I headed for the master bath to take care of business. I glanced in the mirror and noticed my face was pretty much carpet burned. I don't know how that happened since Liz was usually cupping it in her hands. Liz. I was so glad she and Phil were all in. From what little I had noticed, I believed Amy was also glad Phil was all in. Some of the looks she gave Liz and me indicated she might not be that enthusiastic regarding Liz's and my definitions of all in. I'd likely have to answer some questions at some point following the party. For now, however, I planned to enjoy Liz to the fullest. I grabbed more towels and returned to the great room. Amy and Phil had started. He did, after all, have more time to recover than I had had. I sat down by Liz and asked if she needed her drink topped off. She shook her head and I noticed she was watching intently to see what Liz and Phil were doing. Phil was on his back while Amy gave him her cowgirl charms. They had settled into a pretty compatible rhythm so Liz and I could clearly see their pistoning. We could see Phil working on Amy's boobs and nips. Additionally, it looked like Phil was thumbing or fingering her clit. Amy was twisted a bit to one side as she used the other hand to cup and gently squeeze Phil's balls. I asked Liz what she wanted to do next. She replied, "I want to do what Amy is doing. But I'd prefer to wait a little while" I took another sip of my drink and positioned myself on the carpet. A bit later Liz patted the sofa. I took my cue, and, as she stood to mount me, I scooched my butt to the edge of the sofa. Liz gave a bit of a puzzled look, then mounted me, grabbed my cock, and slid herself all the way down. We both settled in, and Liz looked at me at said, while giggling, "This is probably going to work better than the standard 90 degree position." I chose not to tell her Amy and I thought the same thing. The rest of the party was exceptional. Liz and I got a little more active, but our coupling was nowhere near the banging, pounding, and groaning the other two were doing. As Liz and Phil began to head home, she and I partook in a seriously long lip lock, with lots of tongue. Once we closed the door, Amy predictably started giving me a ration of grief regarding my behavior with Liz. I reminded her she and Phil seemed to have a good time too. Amy snarled, "I'm not talking about what you did; I'm talking about how you did it. Was that some kind of payback for Stephan and me doing what we did at the lake?" I didn't want to get into a Stephan discussion, so I calmly replied, "I did not think about Stephan tonight -- not one thought." She just looked at me, then headed upstairs. Time, as always, marched on. The Fairchilds remained "maybes," and the four of us did not raise the party agenda with either of them. Liz told us Lauren had contacted her, and, while Liz was positive about her experience, she said Lauren was on the fence. We assumed Lauren eventually made contact with Fred's ex. Phil and Liz partied with the Smarts. We heard a good time was had by all. We had partied two more times; once each with both couples. Amy had started talking about the need to add more of our married friends to the special group of friends. "Perhaps," she suggested, "we might want to look into finding some strangers." I was still looking forward to playing with Lauren's tits, her red-haired (I assumed.) pussy, and her other charms. I was keeping my fingers crossed. Amy eventually "confessed" she and Penny had contacted three other wives who were in our circle of friends. Two of them became indignant and refused to take copies of the rules. Both required sales pitches before they were convinced all of us planned to keep the larger group activities as they had always been, and, since those two knew what a few couples were doing, they were welcome to revisit the subject if and when they wanted to. Everyone assumed those two would at least mention our activities to their husbands. The third wife accepted the rules and said she'd share the information with her husband. Since we appeared to be "stuck" with three couples, Amy and I talked about other alternatives. I suggested a sixsome, and, after some discussion, Amy agreed to test the waters with Penny and Liz. We were a go and Penny volunteered their house. We gathered, and, when the discussion indicated a bit of confusion regarding how the evening would unfold, Penny semi-shouted, "It's Andrew's show, he can tell us what he has in mind." I had given this some thought and replied, "We need to select one couple to be pleasured first. The other two women will pleasure that husband while the other two men will pleasure the selected wife." Some grasped the concept more quickly than others, and, after a bit of Q & A, we decided the guys would do rock, paper, scissors to determine the first winning couple. Phil and Liz won and immediately lay on the carpet. Penny and Amy moved toward Phil while Robert and I moved toward Liz. (Everyone's clothes had been shed before we started sipping wine. Hell, we might as well show up naked in the future!) I was emotionally prepared to share MY Liz. I knew she had been with Robert, but this was different because I had to watch her with someone else. As if we had previously scripted our behavior, Robert got his face between Liz's thighs while I opted for some passionate kissing while playing with her wonderful 36C breasts. Did I mention they were the "wide kind?" They suited the rest of her body in such a wonderful way Liz could obviously tell this was not going to be quite as slow and easy as was our wont to do. She groaned in my mouth and squeezed my cock. I groaned in her mouth. We stayed pretty active, with a lot of talking about who was going to do what next. I saw and heard enough to realize the other three were having a very good time. One time I noticed Penny was riding Phil cowgirl while Amy was reverse cowgirl on Phil's face. The gals spent some quality time together by kissing each other's mouths and licking each other's tits. Phil probably couldn't see what they were doing; he had enough on his mind. And his mouth. And his dick. And in his hands. I was looking forward to my turn to be pleasured. Lake Powell Ch. 03 Robert and I eventually spit-roasted Liz. She was going crazy. When Robert and I switched positions, she moaned her approval when she started licking and sucking her pussy juice off my very anxious member. I was the first to explode. I made plenty of appreciative noises as Liz sucked down all I had to offer. I collapsed on the floor, and continued to caress the parts of Liz's body I could reach. Eventually, everyone had climaxed; Penny may have had a second one. We relaxed on the floor, then sat and chatted. Amy and Penny headed for the kitchen; they were whispering and giggling like school girls. They returned with a tray of glasses -- five with wine and a rum and coke for Phil. ********** Amy Andrew's double threesome was a big hit. We decided to continue the suspense so Robert and Andrew did the rock, paper, scissors thing and we won. I had just participated in my first FMF threesome. Now I was going to follow that with my first MFM threesome. I was really looking forward to being the middle of the sandwich. I had earlier noticed Liz being spit-roasted, so I asked the guys to do that first. Phil, of course, got behind me and started pounding my pussy. Robert and I had had enough oral experience that we fit together like a hand in a glove. I still hadn't learned to deepthroat, but I had started taking all the guys a bit deeper. Robert groaned when he realized I had gotten him a bit deeper than I had done before. Phil didn't last long. He made a big show of tying off his semi-full condom, and returned to his drink. I grabbed Robert's wet cock, and, while I gently jacked it, I asked him where he wanted to cum. He said he'd like a little more oral, then he'd like to fuck my pussy. And so we did. Phil had used a condom so I started thinking, between my grunts and cursing, how I could give someone sloppy seconds. It didn't take long to realize that could only happen with Robert and Andrew using my receptacle. Penny could suck both loads out of me. Then she and I could switch places. I really needed to get myself fixed. Not strangely, for the umteenth time, I thought of Stephan. I smiled, remembering I had my period several days earlier. I had rubbed my clit and finger-fucked myself while I continued to blow Robert. I continued the rubbing as Robert got behind me. I guess Phil had inspired Robert because he pounded me harder than he usually did. I muffled my finger-induced climax so as not to put any time pressure on Robert. I had paid little attention to the other group, but I knew they had had a few orgasms. I heard Andrew's climaxing noises early on in their little party. One or both of the gals had obviously gotten him back to attention because I could hear him approaching the breaking point again. He broke and exclaimed, "I'm dead." Pen shouted over to me, "What kinds of vitamins are you giving this stud?" After Robert blew, he and Phil left to refill everyone's glasses. Liz took Andrew by the hand and led him to a large overstuffed chair. She had him sit down. She sat on his lap and nestled her head into his chest. Pen looked at me and raised her eyebrows. Did Andrew and Liz have more than a special relationship? Seemed that way. How might that interfere with our efforts to rebuild our marriage? We sipped our drinks and chatted. Liz and Andrew did the same, but occasionally interrupted that to do some gentle necking. I could tell Andrew was getting another boner. He hadn't told me, but he must be taking vitamins, or something. We gave the guys time to recover, then Pen announced it was time for the last pair of winners -- there were no losers tonight -- to get pleasured. She and Robert lay on the carpet. The other four began to apply their newly-acquired skills. Liz and I did a pretty good job on Robert. Somehow, however, her efforts were a little less caring than they had been with Andrew. Surprise! We got Robert off, and I was tempted to give Liz a peck on the lips. I remembered our promise not to force girl-on-girl on her, so I backed off. Pen, Phil, and Andrew had been making all kinds of racket. Clearly, they (at least the guys) would have finished sooner if those three had been the first group of the evening. It looked and sounded like Phil and Andrew were straining to keep up with Pen. She had a mild climax, and shouted, "That's three!" Phil exclaimed, "Penny, you are killing us here!" Andrew eventually squirted in her cunt, while Phil pulled out of her mouth and moaned, "I can't." All three remained in a sweaty heap on the floor. We rested and drank a bit more. Water, too. Penny asked if anyone was "up" for some additional threesome or swapping activity. All five of us answered with various forms of "no." Strangely, perhaps, all of us were sitting next to our own spouses. After the others left, I turned to Andrew and asked, "Wasn't that something?" He agreed. I asked if he wanted to do that again, and he responded, "Oh, yeah! But I want to continue the foursomes, too." Of course. So he wanted to be one-on-one with Liz. That was okay by me because Phil was a pretty good fuck, and logic told me Liz was not going to steal Andrew from me. I asked him about moresomes. He grinned. ********** Andrew Sixsomes? That first one had been great. Clearly, we three guys could not keep up the three gals. Penny was absolutely insatiable. I knew Amy could also perform at a high level. I wondered about Liz. Had we already seen her A game? I had been thinking about bringing in an extra guy so we could give the gals what they deserved. I envisioned what else could happen with fivesomes and sevensomes. Yes, I pictured Stephan as the extra guy. I had "punished" him long enough. Amy had instigated most of the stuff at the lake. I still thought he should have pushed her away, but he obviously was not wired like I am. I put the fivesome and sevensome idea on the back burner. I had another way to include Stephan. I knew Amy would be thrilled and would be willing to have a recruiting challenge with a stranger. One evening I retrieved the marketing piece I had saved from our junk mail. I invited Amy to sit with me at the kitchen table. She could see the marketing piece, and inquired, "What's that large postcard about?" I slid it across the table and asked, "Do you recognized anyone?" She looked more closely at the three people in scrubs, and responded, "No, but I've seen this picture on a billboard. It's from Memorial Hospital, isn't it?" I nodded. She laughed and said, "Three white nurses. I wonder if Al Sharpton is aware of this?" I told her to focus on the one in the middle. She looked and said, "She's pretty. The picture has 'Jennifer' printed below her, but I am at a complete loss." I said, "She's very pretty. You've met her. She was Dad's day nurse when we had him in the hospital for his A-fib. She flirted mercilessly with Dad and a bit with me. She has become one of my dream women." Amy gave me a bit of a phoney scowl and said, " Yeah, I remember her. Her hair was longer then. Either she's cut it or this is an older picture. The guy looks familiar -- if he has a ponytail, I saw him, too. So, what about Jennifer?" "That's what's on her name tag, but she also had us call her Jenny or Jen," I went on. "She is twice divorced, has two teen-aged sons, and, if you can believe half of her flirting, she seems to be inclined to enjoy a varied lifestyle." Amy challenged me with, "Where are you headed with this conversation?" I took a deep breath, and broached the previously-taboo subject. "I've decided to bury the hatchet with Stephan." Amy leapt to her feet and quickly moved around the table to hug me around the neck. She gave me a peck on the cheek and volunteered, "It's about time you two became the good friends you've always been." That's my Amy; always thinking about what's best for me. She excitedly asked, "When and how?" I told her the "how" was easy. I would call him. The when, however, was up to her. Now, she was genuinely perplexed. She obviously had not noticed how I had segued from Jen to Stephan. I got her back on my wavelength by saying, "We need to find Stephan a date for our next party." Amy's smile would be ideal for putting next to a dictionary definition of "shit-eating-grin." She had quickly surmised partiers did not party with their own dates. I told her no one was going to talk with Stephan about renewed friendship or parties until we had found a date for him. I told her Jen was my first choice for Stephan. Amy must have had another realization -- I would be partying with Jen. Amy's expression turned a bit somber as she asked, "How are we going to arrange that?" I spent some time explaining how I pictured HER approaching Jen. Amy was dubious, but said she'd give it a try. I reminded her I would not call Stephan until we had a date for him. Amy asked the obvious question, "Why can't he find his own date?" I made myself perfectly clear, "He may not know a willing partner, and I don't want him bringing a total stranger. Accordingly, I am not going to reach out to him until I am ready to discuss burying the hatchet AND coming to a swapping and swinging party." Amy had obviously gotten the message because she went to the den to look through our digital photos so she could print out a picture she had taken when Dad was hospitalized. I remembered it had Dad in bed, with Jen and me standing on the far side of the bed. We were all giving Amy and the camera big smiles. I recalled I probably had my arm around Jen's shoulder. Amy found the photo and told me she would attempt to contact Jen. I told her to give it her best shot because I had to approve Stephan's date, and, at this point in time, I didn't know who else that could possibly be. Amy got the message. Amy came home the next afternoon and proclaimed, "I sold a house today! If it closes, I'll only need to sell one more and I'll make more than you this year." I had experience with many previous house sales so I made all the right proud-husband sounds. This one was different, so I added, "Keep up the great work and I might be able to retire at a very young age." She was still ecstatic and gave me a playful backhanded fist to my chest. I decided to wait until dinner, or after, to ask about her progress with Jen. ********** Amy I was so excited about my sale, I forgot to give Andrew a Jen update. There really wasn't anything to tell. I'd been so busy with the sale I had not given any thought to her. I told Andrew I would call her tomorrow. I called the hospital's cardiac nurse's station. It was a bit awkward, since I didn't know Jen's last name. In hindsight, I realized the nurse was probably screening my call. In the end, he promised to take my name and number and leave a message for Jen. She called later that day. She told me she had checked her messages, and recognizing my name, decided to call. "How did you recognize my name?" She cheerfully replied, "I've seen your name and picture on a couple of billboards." How ironic! I explained my father's hospital visit and told her I'd like to meet over coffee to talk with her. She didn't ask what the subject was, but asked if I had a could bring a copy of the photo with Andrew, his dad, and her. She was not scheduled to work the next day so we planned to meet the next morning. Andrew was semi-thrilled I had gotten that far with Jen. I had to remind him the more difficult part of my conversation was yet to come. That conversation was a bit weird, but it was not difficult. I knew Andrew would be pleased to have a crack at Jen, but her conditions might be problematic. I had not called Andrew to give him a report. He was, as usual, home before I was. I suggested we get drinks and sit. I glossed over the trivialities of our coffee meeting. Then I hit him between the eyes. "Jen and her second husband did some serious swinging. In fact, they have continued to attend parties with their old group. They go as a couple and everyone is cool with having a divorced couple partying with them. She simply refuses to fuck her ex." Andrew suggested she would not need to bring her ex because she'd have a date -- Stephan. I told Andrew, "Jen did not want to attend a party where she really didn't know anyone, so she insisted her ex, Hoyt, had to attend too." That caused Stephan and me to rethink. I had already done a bit of that, and had concluded Andrew desperately wanted to party with Jen. I had a similar want when it came to Stephan. Additionally, we really wanted to enlarge our partying group. Jen was clearly fun to be around, and, out of her scrubs, she had a damn fine looking body. Especially, for someone who was probably in her early 40's. So where were we? Yes, regarding Jen, her ex, and Stephan? That would give us one extra guy. Did I want to share Stephan with Jen? No, but I couldn't say that to Andrew. Maybe I could share Stephan with more than one other woman. No, stupid, that would mean even less time for Stephan and me together. I suggested a fivesome. Andrew said he'd think about it. Jen had emailed a picture of Hoyt. He was wearing swimming trunks and he looked good. I could only hope he was a great lay or Jen became comfortable enough with our group to leave him at his home during future parties. Andrew made his peace with the fivesome. He called Stephan. He had asked me to be out of earshot, but he later told me about the conversation. Stephan apologized profusely for his behavior at the lake. Andrew told him he was very disappointed Stephan had cheated with me, but he was ready to put it behind him. Additionally, he knew Stephan was sincere, and Andrew did not want any more apologizes in the future. Andrew explained the proposed five-way, and reported Stephan was shocked and amazed. Andrew explained what had been going on and where we thought we were headed. Stephan wanted to see the photo of Jen and he wanted to spend a little time thinking about it. He promised to call one of us if he had more questions or to coordinate calendars for the party night. ********** Andrew Stephan called Amy the next day. I shouldn't have been surprised because, as far as I knew, they hadn't spoken since that last night at the lake. Amy had called Jen before she told me about Stephan calling. Therefore, the next party was a fait accompli before I ever heard about it. Friday night. I didn't know who -- Amy, Stephan, or me -- would be the most antsy over the next 50-51 hours. Amy asked Stephan to arrive half an hour early so we could "catch up." Stephan arrived precisely at his appointed half hour. Hugs and handshakes all around. He started to apologize again, but I held up my hand and said, "Remember." Then he did something unexpected. He apologized to Amy, making it sound like he had taken advantage of her. She had the good sense to quietly accept the apology. We sat and grabbed the wine glasses I had previously filled and we got comfortable. Amy sat with me on the sofa while Stephan sat across from us. Stephan started, "Thanks for sending Jen's picture; she's a knockout!" I wanted to turn to see Amy's facial expression, but I resisted the urge. Stephan continued, "If I've figured this out, Andrew spends the whole evening with Jen -- you lucky dog!" That caused Amy to pipe up with, "What am I; chopped liver?" Stephan tried to recover, " You didn't let me finish, Amy. Jen's former husband is also a lucky dog because he gets to spend the evening with you. I'll have to divide my time between two very lovely ladies; therefore, I am also a very lucky dog. Does that make Jen and Amy bitches?" Stephan was back; it seemed like old times. He asked what the ex's name was, and, when he heard "Hoyt," he snorted and said, "I'll bet when he was a kid he had trouble finding a little bicycle license plate with his name on it." Over everyone's laughter, I suggested, "Who volunteers to ask him?" We kept shooting the breeze, bringing each other up-to-date regarding things going on in our lives. No, he wasn't seriously dating anyone. I could tell Amy was smiling. I jumped off the sofa when the doorbell sounded. I walked briskly to the door to welcome our first-time visitors. Jen had hugs for everyone. Hoyt stuck to handshakes. Jen looked at me and said, "The picture made me fairly certain I remembered you, but, seeing and hearing you just made me fully remember." The newcomers were fine with the wine we had started, so we settled in to make some small talk. At some point someone asked Jen and Hoyt how they managed partying with former spouses. Jen seemed to be the live-wire spokesperson. She spent some time describing their "usual gang," and explaining how their divorce was not nasty. "It just seemed natural to keep attending together rather than having to find a dates," she insisted. "What about the other gang members?" I asked. Jen laughed at that and replied, "Not that kind of gang, nitwit. And I mean "nitwit" in the nicest possible way. Well, they took it in stride. We'd known most of them for years so it just seemed natural for us to keep showing up together." Amy opened another bottle and refilled everyone's glasses. She had returned from the kitchen just as I asked Jen and Hoyt, "This is our first five-way. Based on your experience, do you guys have any advice or suggestions.?" Jen didn't hesitate. "Have you guys had any threesomes? Amy and I nodded, while mumbling our assent. Jen added, "It's just like a twosome and a threesome going on at the same time. The only trick is the timing of the extra guy's switch." She was looking at Stephan as she finished. Amy asked them how their group normally started their parties. Jen waved a hand, palm up, and said, "Pretty much like this." I knew Amy was after something else, so I was not surprised when she continued, "That's good to know, but how do you pair up, get naked, and, you know?" Jen laughed. "At smaller parties, like this one, the pairing is generally known ahead of time. Our only issue is who Stephan pleases first. You and I might need to flip a coin, Amy. And, Stephan, I'm sure Amy will agree with me when I say we will each be pleasing you, and our other guy, simultaneously. Regarding larger parties, especially those where everyone knows each other, and has played with, everyone else, people just seem to gravitate toward one another. Invariably, some men or women will double up on someone. That just means there will be more of that going on with the last folks to pair up. But that's no big deal because that will certainly happen later in the evening. Women just seem to last longer. Right, Amy?" Jen had missed the real purpose of Amy's question so I took over. "Jen, once everyone is paired or grouped off, do you just get naked and get after each other." Now, she knew the real question, and answered, "Yeah, that's pretty much it. For a group this size I would recommend Stephan determine who he'll be with first. Then he and the non-husband/date will go to that woman and the three of them will do whatever turns them on." Jen looked at Amy and asked, "How will we determine who starts with Stephan? Shall we let him decide?" Amy, always such a fast thinker, replied, "No. That might put too much pressure on him. Why don't we play rock, paper, scissors." I laughed. What a night. Jen was so freaky. I couldn't get enough of her! I could see spending more serious time with her. She had it all: looks, body, personality. Okay, she talked too much. I found I could keep her somewhat more quiet by filling her mouth with my tongue or cock. She had told us she was up for anything. And she was. Stephan and I were treated to, among other things, deepthroating and anal. Once, when Stephan was with Amy and Hoyt, Jen whispered, "Are you guys up for some DP action?" I whispered, even more quietly, "Let's wait. I have been breaking in Amy's cute little butt flower. She plans to offer it to Stephan tonight. After she does that, Stephan and I will certainly want to DP. Just in case Amy is saving her ass for her finale tonight, I'll give Stephan a heads up next time he's with us. If we save enough time, both of you fine ladies are likely to get some DP." Lake Powell Ch. 03 Things went pretty much as I had described. Amy knew Hoyt would be hanging around them when she gave Stephan her ass. So Stephan's suggestion to do anal soon did not completely spoil her surprise. Amy got on her hands and knees. Hoyt lay under her and played with her tits and clit. I shouted my encouragement, "Relax, baby." Stephan added, "I'll take it slow and easy, Amy." I realized I had heard more terms of endearment from Hoyt than Stephan and Amy combined. I wondered if Amy and Stephan had planned that. Stephan and Hoyt had about the same-sized cocks. Both were a bit longer and thicker than mine. I knew Amy would love their DP. Stephan and Hoyt were giving words of encouragement to Amy. Amy was moaning and groaning. She was also yelling, "That's it! Keep it coming! God, I can't believe I'm doing this in front of God and everyone! Fuck my ass! Fuck it good! Fuck it hard!" Jen and I paused to take in the action. Jen told me, "She looks and sounds like a pro." I had to smile. Stephan was pounding her harder and for a longer period of time than Amy had experienced with me. I wondered if Phil would let me start to break in Liz's ass at our next party. Perhaps Amy could convince her how great it was. If Amy got the expected DP tonight, she'd have lots of things to discuss with Liz and Penny. Later, after Stephan had again recharged, we gave Jen what I thought was a pretty good DP. She kicked our efforts up a notch. She had bent over a sofa arm and invited Stephan to enter her ass. Amy could see and hear what was going on and I heard her tell Hoyt, "Let's watch this. We might learn something new." Hoyt responded with, "You might, but I'm the one who taught her." After Stephan's dick was fully ensconced, Jen directed him to grab her behind her knees and lift her. It was a good thing she didn't weigh an additional twenty pounds, because Stephan had just a slight grimace on his face as he shuffled his feet so the two of them were facing me. I walked my cock to her opening and, crouching a bit, slid it in to the hilt. That was so hot! I could feel Stephan's cock through the little bit of Jen's body separating her love canal from her pooper chute. Amy turned on her cheerleader personality and shouted, "That looks so GD hot! It looks complicated, too. Can I do that, but in an easier way?" I think that thought caused Stephan to blow sooner than he intended. He held on to Jen and we both eased her to the sofa. Jen grabbed my cock and crammed it down her throat. I didn't know if I could come again, but I was rock hard. I gave Jen's mouth one last jab, withdrew it, and slammed it into her pussy. I was determined to give her at least one more orgasm. She had two more, and I was positive I was finished for night. I got water for everyone and invited Jen to sit on my lap while we tried to recover. I suspected Jen could likely handle several more guys on any given night. Not exactly the kind of gal I'd take home to meet the folks. Of course, my wife appeared to be headed in the same direction. I should probably start thinking about orgies. It took Stephan quite a while to regain his energy. Jen wiggled her butt in my lap and drank her water. She said she and Hoyt were in no hurry -- their gang's parties often lasted until or beyond sun-up. She wanted to see Amy get her first DP. I made a mental note to add "DP" to the anal section of our rules. Maybe I should also add "Airtight?" That gave me an idea. Stephan was, after a considerable wait, ready for Amy's first DP. Hoyt took charge, and, since Stephan had already had Amy's ass, Hoyt grabbed another condom and instructed Stephan to lie on his back. Hoyt told Amy to mount Stephan. Hoyt was condomed up and stroked some lube on his cock. He crawled behind Amy and slowly pushed himself into her relaxed sphincter. The deeper he probed, the louder Amy became. She was screaming her pleasure when Hoyt finished going balls deep. Hoyt told Stephan to hold still and let Amy move until she felt comfortable. Amy continued to scream out her pleasure as she slowly moved on the two cocks. Jen started yelling some instructions. I got with the program and shouted, "Baby, do you want me to make you airtight once you really get going?" Amy was biting her lower lip and only grunted. "Was that a yes?" I wondered. Jen shouted, "Get them to start alternating their strokes." Amy nodded. The guys started moving because of Jen's instructions. I was watching and wondering if Amy was going to be able to take the double pounding. She was resting on one hand and was using the other to furiously flick her clit. Hoyt and Stephan began to alternate some slow plunging and withdrawing. Amy was making more positive noises, so the guys started moving faster. Amy got into their rhythm and started bouncing. It looked and sounded like she was getting close. I nudged Jen and she got off my lap. I walked in front of Amy and offered my cock to her. This might be the first time we had touched during a party. Amy realized what I was doing, removed her flicking hand, grabbed my cock, and pushed most of it into her mouth and slightly beyond. She was thrashing for all she was worth. Taking my cock had made her sit up a bit straighter so her other hand was free to pinch her tits. She removed my cock and gave one last scream. She could no longer take what Hoyt and Stephan were doing to her so she pulled away from them and collapsed on the floor. The guys did not complain. I assumed they didn't have a drop left in either of their tanks. All of us relaxed on the floor or elsewhere. Amy thanked everyone for her "best sexual experience, ever," stood, gave the guys pleasantly solid kisses, planted a wet lip lock on Jen, and then sat in my lap. She put her arms around my neck, cooed "I love you," and gave me her best passionate kiss. With lots of tongue. I began to wonder how many additional single guys we'd need to fully sate these two sex goddesses. Liz was still my favorite party partner, but tonight's experience was in an entirely new league for Amy and me. I doubted I could share Liz the way I had encouraged Amy to share herself. I now suspected Amy and I had many more sexual frontiers to find and conquer. ********** Amy Jesus H. Christ! What a night! I had selected Friday because I had no Saturday appointments. It's a good thing because I could not have held up my head for more than ten minutes. Did we ever sleep in. Andrew volunteered to make coffee (Yes, he'd forgotten.) and bring me breakfast in bed. I kiddingly replied him, "Nice try. Offering something like that when you know I might puke at the thought." Andrew was wiped out as much as I was, but I imagine his pussy and asshole weren't as well-used as mine were. I decided a warm, relaxing bath was in order. I invited Andrew to join me. He did and we spent some time reminiscing about last night's activities. We both used words like "wow" and "awesome" much, much more often than we had ever done before. I were in 111% agreement Jen and Hoyt were keepers. At one time I honestly told Andrew, "Hoyt and Stephan are the best, present company excluded, pair of studs I knew for some MFM action. "Can you believe I let a second and third guy have my ass? Both in the same night? Then, surprise of surprises, you guys surprised me with a glorious DP. And you contributed admirably by making me airtight during DP. I'm glad we didn't talk about those things beforehand. The surprises made those things so much hotter." I spent a considerable amount of time smiling. Before Andrew left the tub, I reached for his hand and said, "You are a good husband. Thanks for agreeing to swapping and swinging. And thanks for insisting I invite Jen. It's going to be difficult to top last night, but I'm certain both of us are willing to try. Like that old surfer movie where they were constantly searching for the perfect wave." Then I switched to a more sultry tone. "You are also a very good lover and friend, and, as soon as I am able to spread my legs, I'm going to show you exactly what I mean." We just shuffled around the rest of the day. We drank lots of water, but only stopped to nibble on some food when we were ravenous. I've been blotto hung over before, but this was different. Though I have no actual experience, it felt more like I had run a marathon last night. I wondered how I would fare if I had more than two (really 1.5) guys working on me all night. Of course, we survived. Jen sent us cute email thanking us for our hospitality and hoping we could "do it again, soon." She also made some reference to wanting to meet some of our gang members. That made Andrew smile. I'm surprised he didn't get a hard-on. I wondered if Jen had replaced Liz as Andrew's heartthrob. I wasn't sure I'd like that because Jen might be able to take Andrew away from me. Lauren called Sunday afternoon. I was at an open house, but things were very slow so I took her call. They were having a barbeque the following Sunday afternoon, and we, of course, were invited. I used this opportunity to tell her Andrew and Stephan had "kissed and made up." Lauren was so pleased, and said, "Good. Now we can invite him too." When she asked how Andrew and I were doing I could honestly tell her, "We aren't all the way back, but things are so much better." Then I told her that we (including Stephan) had met a dynamite woman who I would like Stephan to invite. Lauren asked if Jen would fit in. I assured her Jen would seem like an old friend before the day was over. I could not have planned it any better. I didn't want Stephan falling for a woman who would not party with us, and I wanted to put a bit of a wedge between Andrew and Jen. I called Andrew to tell him about the invite and to get his thoughts regarding Stephan and Jen. He said, "I've got nothing planned and I assume you can control your Sunday schedule. Who's going to invite Stephan and Jen?" Oops, that's what I get for not thinking everything through, so I suggested, "Let me check with Stephan before I contact Jen and I'll get back to you." Stephan thought it was a great idea, and I told him I wanted to call Jen. He said, "This seems so middle schoolish." I called Jen and got her voice mail. The message indicated she was working today so I left a message for her to call. She called later that afternoon. I told her about the barbeque and being Stephan's date. She said she was off the next Sunday and would love to meet the rest of the gang. I insisted she meet Stephan and us at our house so we could spend a little time to describe the partiers versus the non-partiers. Oops. I needed to call Stephan and tell him to meet us at our place. I filled in Pen on Monday. We went to lunch to get away from prying ears, and I gave the overview of Friday's happenings. She was blown away and asked when they could have a fivesome or, perhaps, a sevensome. We settled for another foursome at our place on Wednesday night. Ah, one of the benefits of not having children. Our foursome was a bit more eventful. We taught Pen how to accept a DP, and, since we didn't have a third dong for her mouth, I let her lick my twat. Sunday arrived and Jen acted like the three of us were some of her best and oldest friends. She certainly liked to hug and kiss. It was easy to see why she had attracted two husbands and why she could attract another if she wanted to. We explained that Penny and Robert were, along with us, the most active swappers. Liz and Phil also partied, but less frequently. Our hosts, Lauren and Fred had been invited to join our small group, but were still uncommitted after several months. I also mentioned Pen and I had approached three other wives (Who might or might not be there.) with two of them saying "Hell no!" and a third who had never gotten back to us. We advised her not to say anything that we didn't want overheard and no one was to mention Hoyt. Then we worked up a simple story to explain how the four of us had come to know each other. Every one was pleased to see Stephan. Most knew why we did not attend parties to which he had been invited. We made a big show of our renewed friendship with him. Jen was an absolute hit at the party. No surprise there. Most of the men were mesmerized and most of the women thought she would make a great gal-pal. Once, when Stephan and Jen were together and mingling, Liz got my attention and nodded at the pair. Her expression told me what she was asking so I nodded and smiled. I hoped I hadn't misread her question. Lauren got me alone and asked, "So, are they swinging with you and Andrew?" I gave her a calm, "Yes." I chose not to embellish. Lauren smiled, nodded, and walked away. Maybe I had set another hook. ********** Andrew Jen and Stephan seemed to really hit it off. At our party and at the barbeque. Jen was still bubbling as we drove home. She had not met anyone she disliked. Amy asked how our circle of friends compared to hers. She gave that a little thought, then replied, "Our group is predominantly into swapping and swinging. Some of the members of the larger group don't, but I'm fairly certain they know what's going on. We, like you, don't talk about it when non-swingers are around." Amy asked another question Stephan or I weren't ready to ask, "Jen, now that you have met the Smarts and the Scotts, are you amenable to playing with them, too?" Jen, still on an emotional high (Maybe some of her would rub off on Penny.), replied, "Amenable, what a big word. They seem okay, and I would certainly pay attention to your endorsement. I suspect Hoyt would be interested, if you wanted an extra guy." I had an opening so I took it. "You mean you and Hoyt don't always party together?" Jen quickly retorted, "Heavens no! Sometimes I have a real date." She was looking into Stephan's eyes as she made her last statement. Amy's and my life settled into a routine. I had started working out at a campus exercise facility. I invited Amy to join me since I only exercised when I had a later first class. That meant early Monday, Wednesday, and Friday plus the weekend if we didn't have anything planned. I was only working out enough to develop a little muscle tone. Amy felt she was so blessed with exceptionally good genes she wouldn't start exercising until her body also needed some tone. The parties continued. We probably hosted or attended, on average, two every three weeks. More often if we needed to attend to Penny's and Robert's horniness. Liz was still my favorite partner, and she was plenty loving and physical when we were together. Jen was something else, and I always enjoyed my time with her. I believe Amy was usually miffed when I suggested Jen and Stephan get together for a foursome. Amy would usually unmiff if Hoyt joined us for a fivesome. Penny and Robert joined us for sevensome and everyone seemed to enjoy that. Plenty of bodies so all of the gals got at least one DP and at least one airtight. The guys were again exhausted. We might need to call in the National Guard. These activities were not affecting my ability to perform my job duties at a high level. Everyone else claimed the same. Liz, however, admitted she had to take occasional naps. Phil did not seem to enjoy foursomes with us. Wonder why. He really liked, however, our sevensome with Jen, Stephan, and Hoyt. Liz passed on the DP and airtight shenanigans. She watched and said she found them interesting, but... Life was proceeding swimmingly for Amy and me. Had we regained our post-honeymoon behaviors which had been missing for the last few years? No, but as we looked at our friends, we realized our previous relationship might be impossible to recover. We continued to believe our decision not to have children was something that gave us an advantage over most of our friends. Too many of those wives had begun to act like mommies. We viewed that as being detrimental to their loving, best friend relationships with their husbands. Most of the guys had adjusted, and took their new statuses regarding their wives because that was life with a family. That new status caused some of our friends to spend less and less time with many of the former larger group of friends. Amy and I began to go out on dates to do more things as a couple. Sometimes, we invited another couple or two to go with us. We made efforts to include friends who had seemingly become bogged down in their family responsibilities. Those wives seemed to really enjoy these outings. The swapping and swinging, of course, continued. We hadn't branched out to play with any new couples. Then Amy and Penny decided the four of us should take a weekend trip to Las Vegas. They had identified an ideal weekend when we could see a show they wanted to see and what they called a "big surprise." When they said the big surprise would likely fill an entire evening and last into the morning hours, Robert and I knew what the gals had in mind. Not the details, of course, but we knew that event would be happening without clothes. We headed out the second night; they still had not told us what the big surprise was. We just loaded ourselves into a cab. The gals were dressed to kill and wore very high heels. Robert and I were instructed to wear something more casual, including flip flops. The cab deposited us at a large, two-story club. The gals paid our entry fees, and we all received wrist bands and two expandable arm bands. Each arm band had a key attached. We proceeded to a shop-like area loaded with virtually all things sexual. I noticed some things I could not imagine how they were supposed to be used. The gals recognized what they wanted and bought six boxes of condoms and two tubes of lube. Thank you, disposable income. We followed the overhead signs and wound up in a bar and dance area. Most of the couples dancing were wearing nothing but shoes. We got ourselves drinks and headed for the door indicating "lockers." We learned later that the large locker room had two other doors. Those doors had "single men" signs. The lockers were located on all four walls and much of the floor was covered with thick pads resembling what I remembered from high school P.E. class. We found our adjoining lockers and stripped out of everything except our shoes. Penny and Amy had matching small hand purses and each loaded about six condoms and a tube of lube into hers. They removed a small stack of towels from the locker shelves, locked the two lockers, and handed the keys to Robert and me. Robert and I smiled at each other. We walked back to the dancing area, and after putting towels on the seats, sat to work on our drinks and watch the couples dancing. Amy asked, "How do you like the surprise so far?" Robert and I grunted our approval and the gals' smiles broadened. Amy continued, "There are bigger surprises upstairs. That is a couples-only area and the rules are supposed to be posted on several walls. The website indicates there aren't many rules. It's more like anything goes as long as both parties agree. The most taboo rule says no guy-on-guy activities." Robert asked what else happened downstairs. Amy fielded that question. "We'll tell you about that before we come back downstairs. The most important thing for you two guys to remember is that you don't need to worry about having lead in your pencils when we're come back down." We discussed dancing, but wound up agreeing that was something we could do during recuperating periods. I suggested another round of drinks, but Penny told us there were several bars upstairs. The gals had done their homework! We headed upstairs and walked around as a group. We had led such provincial lives! Some rooms had closed doors, but most were open. The closed doors had permanently attached "Do not disturb" signs. A few of the rooms with no door had temporary DND signs hanging on a peg beside the door. All rooms also had glass windows so the voyeurs could watch. I noticed every room had a least one window, but those with closed doors also had curtains on the window(s). Most of those curtains were pulled open. Lake Powell Ch. 03 We milled around until we found an open area that must have had twenty people involved. The gals noticed many of the female partiers were involved with each other while their partners were engaged elsewhere. Many of the guys in that group had to satisfy themselves with sticking their hands, mouths, and cocks in some difficult-to-reach places. The gals joined that group. Robert and I watched for a while, then moved on. We encountered two big-titted bleach blondes sitting on a sofa. One asked us, "Are you boys looking for some company?" Robert and I looked at each other and replied, almost in unison, "Sure." We sat on either side of them, and, noticing their nearly empty glasses, Robert suggested he buy another round. The four of us made small talk. The gals were from Kansas City and came, with their husbands, to Las Vegas several times a year. They indicated this club was their favorite place to visit. They told us the swapping and swinging clubs in KC tended to be more private and/or did not permit on-premises sex. We had started exploring each other's lips and bodies when one of the gals asked if we wanted to take the party elsewhere. When I told them we'd need to get condoms (and lube?) from our wives, one of the gals said, "We've got you covered. What would you like to do?" I suggested that, since we were new to the club, we'd let them decide. They took us to a room and closed the door. The room had one curtain-covered window. One of the gals held the curtain drawstring and said, "We prefer to show off, but we can close it if you are shy." Hell, everybody had already seen our junk so we opted for no curtain. We got on the padded floor. After a few minutes I was wondering if these gals were former Las Vegas hookers. They acted like Jen on steroids. A few faces appeared in the window. More joined them and I did not notice anyone leave. I have never been royally fucked, but these gals had to be part of sexual royalty. I wondered if the second floor was full of women like them. Robert and I finished and headed toward the open area where he had left the gals. I confessed those were the first fake tits I had ever seen or felt. Robert similarly confessed. Our gals were still on the floor. Amy had some woman's mouth attached to her snatch and a guy was sucking on one tit while he tweaked her other nip. Amy noticed us, waved, and blew me a kiss. Penny had her back to us while she rode some guy cowgirl. He came within seconds of our arrival. Penny started dismounting and I could see the guy was hung like a Shetland pony! She was ready for more because her second knee had not yet touched the ground when she shouted, "Next!" Amy pushed her admirers away and walked over to us. She asked how we had done. When she heard about our weak success, she told us to go get "another piece," then come back to them because they would probably be ready for the really big surprise. Robert and I decided to split up and see what we could accomplish alone. I was walking down a narrow corridor when an obviously drunk young lady grabbed me, slid to her knees, and took my cock all the way in her mouth and down her throat. She looked up at me and asked, "Do you want to fuck my ass?" She wasn't ugly, but she was a bit chunky. Not fat, but... Her hips and ass were bigger than I had ever had, but I thought, "What the hell. One or both of her lower orifices was likely tight enough to suit me. I grabbed a hand and lead her to one of the rooms with no door. I had three condoms, but no lube. The young woman was barely coherent, but we eventually established I wanted her pussy. Her pussy wasn't that tight, but it was okay. She quickly got into it, and I was pounding her as though she was too blitzed to experience pain. I kept myself from blasting off and got her positioned for some serious butt fucking. I spit in her ass crack and relubricated my cock by giving it the old one-two in her pussy. Turned out that may have been overkill because I was easily able to push my cock past her sphincter and then I proceeded toward the promised land. She was moaning and swearing in Spanish. We quickly fell into matching rhythms and I pounded her dirt chute until I shot a big load into the tip of my condom. Did I feel guilty for not giving her an orgasm? No. I returned the open area. Penny was finished and was sitting in a chair. Her expression seemed a little glazed, but when she saw me, she waved furiously and invited me to join her. She asked if I had scored and I gave her a, "Certainly." I got each of us another drink and we settled in to wait for Robert and Amy to finish. Robert appeared about ten minutes later. That caused Penny to stand and walk over to Amy. Penny got Amy's attention and pointed to us. Amy obviously apologized to her current partner, kissed his lips, and then kissed the tip of his cock. Once assembled, the gals asked if we were ready for the big surprise. Robert and I nodded and reminded them they had promised to tell us, before going downstairs, what was going to happen. Amy couldn't contain herself and blurted out, "Pen and I are going to pull a couple of trains!" Robert and I glanced at each other while the gals grabbed each other's hands. They both started jumping and laughing in shrieks. I asked for more details. Penny explained we would go back to the locker room, but via a different door. The single guys would be in that area and would know we weren't headed for our lockers; therefore, they would start following us in to see what kind of party we had planned. She told us what she and Amy were going to do and then explained our roles. Robert and I were to stand close to the gals' feet and ensure each "train car" was wearing a condom. We were also to serve as some kind of bouncer. Not to worry, she added, because the club had plenty of bouncers roaming the building. We would each have a large supply of extra condoms, towels, bottled water, and lube. Amy was so excited! She announced, "We're going to see which one can fuck the most guys." Penny added, "Don't forget, it doesn't count unless they come." ********** Amy Our upstairs exploits were better than Pen and I had imagined. I lost track of the number of guys I fucked and sucked. I was, however, fairly certain I had licked three women to climaxes. Pen and I had planned to keep our upstairs activities under control so the guys could watch us pull really long trains. We knew we were taking a bit of a risk by surprising the guys. When we told them about what we intended to do downstairs, they seemed to take it okay. They weren't mad or upset. It was more like they were, well, surprised. We bought several waters and headed for the "single men" entrance. As planned, we spun on our CFM heels and faced the single men who were hanging around the bar. Penny delivered her line perfectly. "Give us a couple of minutes to get situated, boys, then come in and see what Amy and I have in store for you." Most started moving our way. Our guys headed for the lockers to get the condoms and lube. Pen and I headed more the mountain of clean, folded towels. We saw a woman on the other side of the room. She was having a gang-bang with eight or nine guys. Pen and I positioned ourselves close together, opened and laid out two stacked towels each, and laid on them with our feet close to the edge of the mat. The naked guys started lining up before our guys returned. Andrew and Robert stood on the hard floor and each set the lube and extra condoms next to our stacks of towels. I could see my first guy -- I realized I would probably want to keep my eyes closed most of the time. The guy was stroking his condom-covered manhood. I looked into Andrew's eyes and said, "I'm ready." He asked if I needed lube. I shook my head as I crammed three fingers into my drying pussy. Andrew nodded to the first guy and the guy was on me in no time. I had seen him apply a gob of spit to his cock head so I assumed we were both good to go. He eased into me and I bellowed, "Oh, yeah!" We had enough moisture and he wasted no time before he started pistoning in my cunt. I looked over at Pen. Her first guy was getting on his knees so I returned my attention to my guy. Pen and I had decided we would control which guys could play with our tits. And we would, of course, control who could apply his mouth and associated parts to our mouths. We had not mentioned this to the guys, but we assumed they would stop us if they didn't like it. My first guy tried to hold back, but I gave some additional corkscrewing and he was powerless. He screamed as he filled the tip of his condom, and eventually rose to move a bit so he could watch Pen finish her first guy. I grabbed a towel and wiped off the pussy juice that had escaped onto my inner thighs. I took a big gulp of water and got back on my back. The second guy was ready and away we went! I was in heaven. I had to yell, "Lube!" on a few occasions. Andrew came to realize I did that when I was dry and/or my next guy had a very large, and especially wide, cock. When I yelled for lube, Andrew asked or gestured to the guy and squeezed a glob of lube in the guy's hand. Those guys knew where to put the lube. Pen and I glanced at each other from time to time. At a minimum we smiled at each other. We also kept up a fairly constant stream of conversation -- with each other, our current guy, or our husbands. I recognized a couple of guys who returned for a second round with me. Penny finished first, but only because she ran out of guys in her line. I told Andrew, "Five more," and he went to the sixth guy to apologize to him, and those behind him, for being turned away. Most of those guys rushed over to create a new line for Pen. Robert quickly yelled out, "Only five more!" The sixth man quickly realized he was out of luck. He and those behind him headed out the door leading to the bar. Once finished, Pen and I sat up and started laughing at each other as we wiped down. We drank more water and grabbed a couple more bottles to hold us until we got back to the hotel. We got dressed and went looking for a cab. No need to call one, they were lined up outside like the club was an expensive downtown hotel. Pen and I could not contain ourselves. We had to relive some of tonight's funny situations. We had both lost count of the number of guys we had fucked. Andrew told everyone I had done 34 guys and Robert said Pen had done 29. Pen asked, "Does that include the guys we sucked?" Without waiting for anyone to comment, I volunteered, "They don't count. Besides we wound up fucking most of those guys too." Pen tried one more time to raise her score. "I think we should get a fucking credit if we made a guy come in our mouth." The guys were relatively quiet as Penny and I went on and on. The guys, of course, had seen everything we had done on the first floor. We didn't worry about the cabby hearing. He'd certainly heard everything before. We got back to our suite and collapsed into our queen beds. We had swapped the previous night, but Pen and I were in no shape for a repeat of that performance. I glanced at the clock. It was 4:30. Robert set the alarm for 10:00. It was going to be a short morning. We grumbled when the alarm sounded, but knew we didn't have that much time to spare. To save time, Andrew grabbed Pen and dragged her into the shower. Robert shouted after them, "Don't dilly-dally!" They didn't. Robert and I followed suit and we were clean, packed, and out the door by 11:20. We had brunch and caught a cab to the airport. We were zapped and didn't have much to say to each other while we waited to board our flight. ********** Andrew The Vegas trip was something else! The gals obviously had more fun than the guys. Amy was on a sexual high. We recovered from our trip on Monday night, but Tuesday and Wednesday nights were marathon sessions. Between the two nights, we performed, at least once, every sexual act we had ever performed with each other. We also slept soundly in each other's arms. Thursday afternoon I was sitting in my office with the door closed. I wanted a bit of privacy so I could concentrate on the exams I was grading. Someone knocked on the door, and I gave my usual, "Come in," without looking up. Two strangers entered and I instinctively stood. I noticed the man was wearing a cheap short-sleeved shirt and a tie. The shirt resembled the proverbial color not found in nature. I couldn't make fun of the young lady's attire; she was wearing a police uniform. The man spoke, "I am Detective Payson and this is officer Hernandez; we are from the Scottsdale Police Department. Are you Andrew Apperson?" I nodded and he continued, "Is your wife Amy Apperson?" I jokingly asked, "Now what has she done?" Neither smiled and the detective added, "Sir, it is my sad duty to inform you your wife has been killed." (Six months later) None of us knows how we will handle the death of a loved one. Looking back, my reaction and behavior could best be described as "stoic." I did ask Detective Payson, "How?" The three of us sat and he told me she had apparently been showing a house to a single male, and, as best as they could tell at this point, he raped and strangled her. He said they would need a day or two to complete the crime scene investigation and perform an autopsy. He gave me another card with the morgue's address. He asked me to identify Amy's body as soon as I "felt up to it" because I needed to do that before the autopsy could begin. He gave me his card and invited me to call at any time, and, in any event, he would be in touch with me in few days. I decided to go to the morgue before I started making the painful phone calls. It was Amy. I had known I could not hope otherwise. A sheet was arranged so her neck was not visible. Choke marks, I assumed. I also assumed the autopsy would be so detailed and thorough I would never see her face again. With tears in my eyes, I bent over her to kiss her lips and caress her hair. The phone calls, especially to her parents, were awful. Thankfully, some of our friends volunteered to call other friends. Amy's dad called the next day to ask about "services." I told him we'd have to wait until the autopsy was completed. That made him gasp. I lied to him by telling him Amy and I had already decided we wanted to be cremated. I asked him to discuss that with Amy's mom and let me know if they knew of a special place Amy would want us to spread her ashes. Another gasp. The autopsy completed, I arranged for a ceremony at the funeral home/crematorium and hired a rent-a-preacher. The room just barely accommodated friends, family, neighbors, and coworkers. I had given the preacher enough information so he could actually talk as though he had known Amy. Amy's parents had told me they couldn't think of a place to spread the ashes so I told them I would take them to a special place at Lake Powell. No -- not that place, but to a favorite place we had visited, alone, in happier times. Her parents were not inclined to make that trip, and, touching the urn one last time, tearfully went home. It was a long drive to the lake and back. As I got in the car after spreading the ashes, I realized this could be the last time I saw Lake Powell. I spent virtually all of my driving time reflecting on the time Amy and I had spent together. I had some sad memories, but mostly I had fond and happy memories. I had no illusions about being reunited with Amy in some type of afterlife. I knew I did not want to become a reclusive widower, but I had no idea what I was going to do tomorrow. Or the next day. Or... I settled into a routine that did not include Amy. Neighbors and friends dropped by with the obligatory food. I always profusely thanked each of them. Most of the food went down the disposer. Not too many people ignored me, but things did change because Amy was no longer part of the package. Detective Payson contacted a few days after I returned from the lake. I agreed to meet him at my office. Little did I know at the time -- this was not going to be our last meeting. We exchanged pleasantries and he opened his notebook as he said, "I have some routine questions we always need to ask in these situations." He asked a number of innocuous questions and made notes after hearing many of my answers. The questions did not cause me to think he had an end goal in mind so I relaxed and gave him straightforward answers. He asked for names of friends, coworkers, relatives, etc. When he realized Penny was Amy's boss and her oldest and dearest friend, he said, "We'll definitely want to talk to her." The most unsettling part of the conversation was when he inquired about my whereabouts during the time of the murder. I knew I had not killed Amy, but I realized the officials needed to convince themselves I had not done it. Detective Payson never used the term "person of interest," but I had to wonder if I was. I had a "rock solid" alibi. I had been in class with 40 witnesses. The security videos would clearly show me walking from the class building, to the library, and then to my office where Detective Payson later found me. I heard, over the next few days, from friends and others that Detective Payson or someone else from the police department had asked questions of them. I thanked them for contacting me, and told them I was only interested in the questions if the questionee thought any of them were unusually unusual. Nothing I heard seemed strange to me. Nine or ten days after our previous meeting, the detective called and we met again. He told me the killer had been a "real pro." He had left absolutely no evidence. Payson told me, "We can hope someone will come forward with information; otherwise, the only thing we can do is load the information we have into a national database. You have no idea how many unsolved real estate agent murders there are. I have just a few more issues we need to discuss today. "We have reviewed the university's security tapes and believe you were on campus when your wife was killed. Our forensic accountants have not found any evidence to indicate you may have hired someone to kill her." That one caused me to give him a shocked look. "We are, however, continuing to look into that possibility. Plus, we are looking at other things that could possibly cause someone to kill your wife on your behalf." I asked, "Do I need a lawyer?" He responded with, "No. I'll tell you if we raise your status beyond a 'person of interest.' "What about the life insurance policy?" he queried. I explained that Amy and I were each insured for half the outstanding home mortgage balance, and the agent had recently surprised me by saying the double indemnity clause kicked in for virtually everything except death from natural causes. Accordingly, the insurance company had paid, or soon would be paying, the full mortgage and would be sending me a $10,000 check to help with incidentals such as HOA dues and property tax and insurance payments. He nodded. I assumed he already knew all of this. Hardly enough money for me to hire someone to kill Amy. He flipped to the next page in his notebook and said, "We have looked into your wife's and your private lives. There isn't much there that is of interest except, -- this will be a bit embarrassing -- we have learned about your extracurricular bedroom activities." I resisted the urge to say anything and tried my best to hold his gaze. After a brief pause, he added, "Nothing we've found is illegal, but we wondered if there could be any connection between those activities and your wife's death?" I gave that a bit of thought, and answered, "Off the top of my head, I can't see how that is possible. There were no jealous lovers or jealous spouses. All of our partners appeared to be open to new sexual experiences with the others in that small group of friends, but I'll give it additional thought if you think that is meaningful." Lake Powell Ch. 03 Detective Payson did not make any new notes and quickly jumped back in. "What about Liz Scott?" I was confused, and mad. I was able to control myself, and asked, "What about her?" He asked me to describe my "special relationship" with Liz. I knew he already knew what was up, so I briefly explained what Liz meant to me. I ended that discussion by saying, "Surely, you don't think Liz killed Amy so I'd be free to be with her. Or, that Liz's husband would kill Amy to get even with me. Hell, he got even with me by having sex with my wife!" Payson continued, "We're still looking into those possibilities." Mental note: Be prepared for, and warn Liz about, possible wire taps. The detective was on a roll. "What about Stephan Eddens?" I suggested to the good detective, "You obviously think something might be there, so why don't you ask your questions." He didn't want to play by my rules so I wound up giving him the highlights of everything since Stephan moved to town in the middle of 10th grade. When I finished, I inquired, "How could Stephan possibly have anything to do with Amy's death?" He shrugged his shoulders and replied, "That's what we are attempting to determine." We parted with neither of us committing to meet again. Detective Payson eventually called to tell me they had exhausted all their leads and the file was now officially closed. He added, "We'll reopen it if additional information is later discovered." He thanked me for my cooperation, and I thanked him for his professionalism and perseverance. In reality, knowing who killed Amy was not high on my priority list. It was probably some guy who got his jollies raping and killing good looking women whose jobs put them at risk to his morbid fetish. I had decided to make some changes as I prepared for my new future. I started exercising harder and more often. I wanted to do more than simply tone my body. I had LASIK eye surgery and had some cosmetic dental work done. I eventually gave my non-work wardrobe a bit of an overall. The food gifts eventually stopped. Friends, neighbors, and colleagues continued to touch base with me "just to see how I was doing." I knew it was only a matter of time before they would start giving me the "Stephan treatment" by setting me up with available females. I had already resolved to behave differently than Stephan had. I was going to be more aggressive regarding finding a new life partner. I wasn't certain how I was going to do that, but I knew I would not sit by passively and hope it happened. Our old friends continued to include me in large group activities. Robert, Penny, and Liz kept me up-to-date regarding the smaller sexual partying group. At various times, I learned Stephan and Jen were now an item, Liz was reluctant to resume partying until I returned, Lauren and Fred had joined the partying group, and the Higginloopers had figured out what those in the smaller group were doing. They had even attended, but stayed clothed, to watch a fivesome party. Jen had spearheaded an effort to cross breed some members between her two groups. Robert, Penny, and Stephan attended a full-blown group party with Jen's other group. Friendships were made and two couples from Jen's original group had attended a couple of our small-group parties. I was often told I would really like the new additions. My six months of preparation were over and I told Penny, Jen, and Liz I was ready to resume my partying with the smaller group. After swearing I had no lady to invite, the three ladies set about figuring out how to configure parties to accommodate my participation. The first one was easy. Jen's big group partied ten -- fifteen times a year. The parties were held at one of three members' houses. The only ones large enough to include the entire group. After learning the number of no-shows, Jen was able to include our entire group. This was going to be an eye-opener. Since Jen and Stephan now were together, Hoyt and I were extra guys Probably the only two at the party. The hosts always prepared the refreshments. They were reimbursed via member and guest dues. As a single guy, I paid $10 instead of the member rate of $50 per couple. I later learned single women were almost always denied an invitation and the hosts had to approve which single men were invited. The hosts for this party were one of the two couples who had started attending our parties I remembered I was told I would enjoy meeting both new wives. I was also told the first thing they did when they began a big party was to shuck all clothes and wear a robe provided by the hosts. The robes traveled among the three sets of hosts. The last host was responsible was washing the robes and passing them on to the next hosts. I thought, "These folks have figured out how to have effective parties." They did not have written rules so, as guests, we would need to verify individual rules before we could pair off with one of their members. Jen had provided adhesive-backed name tags for our group members. The hosts recognized I was the new guy and met us on our way to the changing room. They were a little older and very pleasant. Sandy and Bill Cunningham. I wanted to remember their names, despite being sidetracked by meeting another 20 25 new couples that night. Sandy had given me a hug. Nice tits. She whispered, "Make sure we get together later so we can get to know each other." I had previously wondered if I might encounter someone I knew. And what I would do or say. No problem so far, but is was clear some guests had not arrived or were elsewhere in the house. We went to the changing room and I was surprised to see how many different robe colors were arrayed. Jen explained, "Couples need to select the same color robe, find two that fit, and check the number on the inside label. That makes it easier to find your robe. You and your partner, if you're in the same room when you finish that round, search to find your color with your numbers. Single guys (She looked at me.) use the white robes. I had seen Lauren in a bikini, but I was really looking forward to seeing her naked. I was not disappointed. I tried to be unobtrusive, but I did get as many looks as I dared. I really wanted to fuck her, but I'd likely have several opportunities soon at our group parties. I assumed Liz would want to party with me. I decided I would mingle with our group members, and suggest we should all party with partners from the other group. I started with Jen. She agreed and said she would also spread the word. Another plan I had executed well. This was much like any other largish party. The primary differences included: we were all wearing relatively short, thin robes, and we knew what we would soon be doing. The regular attendees did not wear name tags -- a sure sign they had known each other for some time. Our name tags weren't necessary for them to recognize us as newbies, but they did help with the introductions. I eventually recognized another professor. He worked in another department, and I didn't even know his name. I decided not to introduce myself. I hoped he'd have the good sense to do the same. These folks knew how to party! Two kegs of beer, each with a different brand. Every conceivable liquor with plenty of different mixes. I was surprised to see how many people were drinking soft drinks. There were snacks, some substantial, of all types. If I was fortunate enough to attend another of their parties, I needed to remember I would not need dinner first. The drinks and snacks were spread out in various rooms so the kitchen wasn't mobbed. The hosts, Sandy and Bill, mingled separately to remind everyone the white wines and bottled water were in the kitchen and garage fridges. This was becoming too much. The lights were lowered and soft music started invading every room. I noticed twosomes, foursomes, and other combinations of guests heading upstairs and to other areas of the first floor. Surprisingly, I was one of many guests who was still standing or sitting in the area where all of us had been mingling. No one in those areas was nude. Sandy slipped beside me and held my hand. She said, "Jen said I should save some time for you. She thought you and I would really click, at least verbally. We can see about physically later." We both had drinks in our hands, and we sat on a sofa. My impression, from the few moments I had been with her were: she was in her early 40's; she was very tall (5'10"?); she was probably sporting 38D's or DD's; she had very long hair, but some of it was wrapped around her head so the ends of her hair only hung to her shoulders; she was not thin or fat, just what you'd expect from a tall woman who had given birth to three kids. Wait a minute! Jen had told me Sandy had two grown kids who lived out-of-state. Their third child was at UCLA. She couldn't be in her early 40's. I got her to start talking by saying, "Jen tells me you are the nicest person at the hospital. That you border on being sickeningly nice." Sandy laughed, gestured at the surrounding throng, flapped the bottom of her open robe, and replied, "Does this seem that nice? Are you overwhelmed by all this?" I had to tell her I felt like I was in an upscale Vegas party club. Sandy asked if I wanted to talk more or if I wanted to go find a playmate. She noticed my perplexed look and continued, "Jen said you guys are going to have another party soon. I'd love to party with you now, but why don't we wait for that smaller party?" I opted for more talking. Yes, Jen had been correct regarding the three kids, and she was 52. I couldn't believe it! I knew I had, a few years earlier, realized I was often more interested in ogling the forty-two-year-old mother than her eighteen-year-old daughter. But I could really envision getting naked with this cougar. No grand kids yet, but, if we continued to party, she could be my first GILF. I mingled and met two women who were sipping drinks and talking. They told me their husbands were upstairs spit-roasting a librarian. They asked if I was okay with watching two women getting it on. They assured me I would get enough attention to make it worth my while. And so we did. Every upstairs room was occupied so we went to the open loft area. Two couples were already coupled there. My girl-on-girl friends threw off their robes and got after each other. They reminded me of Amy and Penny together. True to their words, the ladies took care of me too. I was treated to them simultaneously licking the length of, and head of, my throbbing cock. They also took turns taking me cowgirl and reverse cowgirl on my face. That gave them plenty of opportunities to work on each other's mouths and tits. Eventually, one asked if I had a condom. This was one reason to be able to quickly find your robe. I took a condom from my robe pocket and asked what we were going to do. One said she was going to fuck my brains out while her friend fingered my asshole and fed it to her. (The last "her" was the brain fucker.) My brains were not fucked out, but they were a bit scrambled. When I was finished, it was clear the two ladies were going to continue. I thanked them and told them I hoped to see them again. They kissed me. My ass must have been clean because she of finger-licking fame did not have an unusual taste on her lips. I rose to head downstairs, but moved slowly, observing as much of the festivities as possible. I was currently interested in food and drink, but noticed virtually everyone was now naked and doing wonderful things in groups of two, three, four, and five. I ate a few snacks and got of glass of tap beer. As I roamed around, I heard a familiar voice. When I turned toward the sound, I saw Sandy riding some guy cowgirl. Her tits sagged, but nowhere as much as I would have expected at her age. She looked great! She sputtered as she continued pounding the guy she was riding, "Have you met the other couple that parties with your group?" When I indicated I had not, she said, "They are one of the two black couples, Gloria and Vincent Gentry. She's the tall, thin, model-looking one. Oh, there she is, getting her pussy licked by that redhead." I looked in the direction Sandy had been looking. "God," I thought, "she looks like Iman! I wonder if David Bowie let her get away." I was really looking forward to partying with these two lovely ladies and Lauren. I spent some quality individual time with four other ladies. I used my oral skills, ensuring each had at least one orgasm. I purposefully withheld my orgasms with the first three so I could keep going for a while. I had to spend enough time with each of the three to assure them they were not short-changing me. Of course, I didn't know who my last lady would be. No matter, she was going to get a load of my cum in one of her holes. The fourth turned out to be the other black woman. Beverly was a broader woman. We got naked, and, glancing at my lack of hungness, she suggested she would suck me and then I would fuck her up the ass. I told her I had a condom, but no lube. When she said, "Don't need any," my ego took another bit of a drop. Once with Beverly might be enough for me. After she gave me a world-class blow job and a very fine piece of ass, I was having second thoughts about not seeing her again. Our group had crammed into two cars because parking was going to be tight. My physical needs sated, I decided to mingle so I could leave when others were ready to re-cram into the cars. I noticed a few of the guests had donned their clothes. A few of them left, but others continued to mingle, eat, and drink. Seeing that was socially acceptable, I changed and dropped my robe into a very large hamper. I ran into the robe-wearing Stephan. I asked him what he thought and he said, "It's fun. I was at the last two of these. It's just not the same because there are so many people and I just don't feel like they are my friends. Jen and I have had foursomes and sixsomes with some of them, and I might start to feel more like friends with some of them. I definitely feel that way about the Cunninghams and Gentries. They've proven to be great friends at our parties. Fred and Lauren, too." My friends soon started my "Stephan treatment." They fixed me up with an assortment of available women. I had told them I was looking for a potential long-term relationship. Accordingly, they should only hook me up with like-minded ladies. If any or all of those ladies wanted some swapping and swinging, so much the better. I was dating a lot. Every lady or I realized, not later than the third date, we weren't meant to have that special relationship. My friends were running out of candidates so my dating life slowed. I tried some of the online dating sites. That had some advantages. I was able to see what each woman looked like and I got some information about her -- at least her version of herself. The one disadvantage I noticed was I had no pre-screening as I had when my friends were the go-betweens. I went out with one of the online ladies about once a month. None went beyond a second date. I knew I didn't need to find "the one" by any certain date, so I continued doing what I had been doing. I realized I was really enjoying life and having fun. My disposable income was adequate because I had no mortgage or life insurance payments. Since I had no one to come home to, I started spending more time on campus -- some of that extra time in the largest fitness center. It also had an indoor jogging track and a very large swimming pool. I continued to enjoy, and look forward to, our various swapping and swinging parties. It seemed that I was always included. The gals obviously approved of one or two extra men. Liz remained my favorite friend, but something was different. I didn't ask her about it. I just assumed things were different because Amy was gone. The Higginloopers started partying with us. We sometimes joked they could commit sin on Friday or Saturday, then go to church Sunday morning to seek some form of non-Catholic absolution. Marge wasn't a great lay, but all the guys made sure she got her share. Lauren turned out to be a very good lay. I really came to enjoy fivesomes that included any two of Lauren, Jen, Liz, Sandy, or Gloria. In fact, that was the only way for me to get plenty of quality time with them, especially Gloria. At larger parties, Gloria, Jen, and Lauren were always in very high demand. I wasn't too keen on attending the other group's large parties, but Sandy or Gloria would occasionally bring a couple to one of our parties. In time, the Cunninghams and Gentries became another source for fix-up dates. My additional exercising was making me look and feel better. I wanted to believe it was also giving me more stamina at the parties. I started feeling antsy and on edge because I was alone in the house so much. I don't think it was sorrow because Amy was gone; instead, I believed it was simply a case of being alone. I didn't want to get a dog, so I did the next best thing -- I saw my doctor. I attempted to describe my feelings. She used softer terms, but, in essence, she said she didn't think I was crazy. She checked the typical things and ordered some blood tests. We reconvened a few days later. She told me I seemed to be quite healthy. She prescribed a light dose of an anti-anxiety drug. I soon noticed a bit of improvement, but maybe that was just wishful thinking. A new spring semester had just started and I was jogging at the fitness center. It was January in Phoenix and I should be outdoors, but the indoor track was softer, so I typically ran inside. That's the first time I saw her. She was jogging and looked so cute with her little nose and short, dark hair. The tights and baggy running shorts concealed too much of her lower body, but the legs looked good. The ass was anybody's guess. Her tits were flattened by her sports bra, but, if I was forced to guess, I'd lean more toward B than C. I watched her jog a couple of laps, and, like most men would do, I noticed she wore no rings. But she might always take them off when she exercised. I had never seen her before, and chose not to introduce myself unless I saw her again. I saw her next at the grocery store. She was there with a boy. He looked to be ten to twelve. An older woman also appeared to be part of the group. Son, mother, and grandmother? No way of knowing, but I noticed my girl was not wearing rings! I nonchalantly moved my cart closer to them. From their conversation I could tell I had accurately deduced their relationships. Grandma spoke with a heavy French accent. My girl spoke with a much lighter accent and son spoke perfect English. They occasionally switched to speaking French, and the son was absolutely fluent. I decided not to introduce myself in that setting so I continued my shopping and tried to catch several more glances of her. She wasn't wearing baggy shorts and her butt looked fine. Her tits appeared to be B cups, maybe B-. They were bigger than Amy's, but Amy's body was tighter. It didn't really matter. I had no preconceived notion how my life partner would look when I met Amy. Having often looked back, I realized my love for Amy had developed because of what I called her "total package." I next saw my girl in the large exercise room. She was by herself, and few others were nearby. I had planned my move -- I prayed it would be suave. Or, at a minimum, not too embarrassing. "I've seen you here before and at the grocery store. With your son? And your mother?" She nodded after both questions. She didn't dismiss me so I continued, "Are you attending classes or working for the university?" She looked up at me and replied, "I'm teaching French classes. I started just this semester." God, she even sounded cute. She looked and sounded like Leslie Caron in the old "Father Goose" movie. Suave? Probably not, but I persisted. "I'm sorry, my name is Andrew Apperson. I teach in the Business School." She extended her hand while saying, "I'm Claire Roberts. My son, Henri, is eleven-years-old. My mother lives with us most of the year." I really didn't want to let go of her hand, but I did. Lake Powell ********** Amy I watched Andrew go. Even though I resisted the feeling, I was hurt. He had made such a big deal of announcing where he was off to with the tripod slung over his shoulder. The message was so obviously not for me. He stared right at Liz. I instantly recalled the photograph. Andrew had taken the picture when Liz wasn't aware. At the time I found it buried beneath a bunch of junk in his nightstand drawer, I convinced myself that it was nothing. But deep down I knew what it meant, and I knew what he'd used it for. After Andrew disappeared from view, Stephan sat down beside me. He showered in the afternoon and I could smell the perfume of soap. I look at him and he cast his eyes down with a look of mild discomfort. We didn't speak, but I privately enjoyed his nearness. The thoughts that had turned me on as I watched him make such sweet music the night before started to return. I breathed him in as I imagined the touch and taste of his skin. I watched him pick up his bottle of beer and I couldn't help wonder at the pleasure his strong hands could bring to me. I almost wanted to grab him by the wrist and thrust his hand between my legs. Beg him to feel how wet I was. Plead with him to slide a finger inside me. Then another, and another. "Looks like a beautiful Arizona sunset," Phil Scott said. I said I'd like to get off the boat and find a place to get a better look. I was thrilled when only Stephan volunteered to join me. I admit, once we were out of sight of the rest, the sunset was my secondary interest. We walked over the rough sandstone in our bare feet. Our talk came easy. Now and then we brushed shoulders and I could feel an electric pulse surge through my body. I asked Stephan about Emily, his wife. How had he managed after her death? Stephan told me that losing Emily was a pain he could access in a second. "In the last few years, I've rearranged the whole house. I even sleep in a different room," Stephan said as he bent to pick up a smooth stone. "It's the irreplaceable things that I can't get rid of. I feel her skin. I smell her. When I close my eyes, I can even hear her voice." We watched the stone skim over the water and the ripples spread long after the stone had vanished into the black water. "Do you want to get rid of those things, too?" I asked. "No, I suppose I don't." Stephan tossed another stone. "I miss the way they feel. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever feel them again." The way that Stephan looked at me I could tell that he had never told these things to another person, let alone another woman. His sharing aroused me, and I felt ashamed for the things I was thinking. "Hey, how do you make those things skip like that?" I asked. Stephan smiled and collected a handful of flat stones. He showed me how to flick the stones out over the water. I tried a half a dozen times and each time my efforts ended in a disappointed plunk. "You'll get," Stephan said. "I takes a little practice." "I need some inspiration. Dangle something in front of me," I said, a little embarrassed at my choice of words. "What do I win if I can make this one skip?" Stephan patted his shorts' pockets and held his hands up. "I got nothing, Amy." "I'll take a kiss," I felt like I was back in junior high, but my mind was racing for some sophisticated way of asking for the same thing. It was after all what I really wanted. Stephan didn't have a chance to answer before I tossed the stone. We watched it dance lightly over the still water. I raised my hands in victory, and when I looked at Stephan, he leaned and kissed me. It was as if he was stealing a kiss on the schoolyard, but I found it endearing. He backed off immediately. "You probably were just kidding around. That was out of line. I'm really sorry," he said as he stepped back from me. Instinctively, I reached for him. It was if I turned myself over to a persona I had never known, but I reached for him and caught the waistband of his shorts. I thrilled as my hands curled over the soft hairs of his abdomen. My fingertips could feel the heat that rose from his loins. I pulled him to me. "It's not much of a reward," I teased. Stephan took my face in his hands and kissed me. His lips were as soft and full as I'd imagined, but I had never imagined their hunger. When his tongue pushed into my open mouth, I pressed my body hard against his, longing to feel him grow hard against my tummy. ********** Andrew My first instinct was to rush below to defend my honor. This urge yielded to amazement and then to erotic fascination as I watched Amy hurriedly undress Stephan. I thrilled to watch how frantic she was for him. Stephan stepped out of his trunks and Amy kneeled before him as if his engorged member were some fertility god. She took him in her hands and immediately ran its swollen head over her nipples. As she did, Amy started fingering herself. It had been so long since I'd seen Amy's sexual urgency. She took Stephan in her mouth. She gently cupped his balls and slowly rolled them in her delicate fingers. Stephan let his head drop back. I knew the incredible pleasure he was enjoying. As I watched from my spot atop the rocks, I became turned on in a way I had never known. I once watched Amy masturbate in the shower and return to that memory often, but seeing her in the hands of another man turned me on more than I would ever imagined it could. Seeing her passion ignite. Seeing her selfish lust and insatiable hunger made me weak and light headed with desire. I opened my own pants. I wanted to cum with them. Amy stood and took Stephan by the hand. She turned and spotted a sandy spot nestled among some rocks. Amy led Stephan just a step or two before she let go of his hand and ran to the spot. She lie on her back and spread her legs wide. She looked up at Stephan's powerful athletic body with breathless anticipation. As he strode to her, she reached between her legs and gave attention to her pussy. When Stephan was in arms length, Amy offered her damp fingers to him. He licked the nectar, and I could see Amy gasp at the sight of him doing so. Amy pulled him down to him and kissed him hard. The pad of her foot stroked over Stephan's calf. One hand moved over the curve of his ass, pausing to plunge her nails into the muscle. Amy wove her fingers into his black hair and directed his mouth to her breasts. Anxious for his mouth, she lifted her breasts to greet him. Even from where I stood I could hear Amy's whimper as Stephan took her breasts in his mouth. He teased her nipples with his tongue and pinched them between his teeth. Amy's passion continued to rise. And mine rose with hers. My cock was like axe handle. It was as Stephan neared Amy's cunt that I decided to take the picture. I knew it was a dangerous thing to do, but I need to capture this image and keep it for my own. My hands shook so uncontrollably that I nearly knocked the tripod over trying to adjust the camera. I struggled to control my breathing as I brought the two in focus. Amy's skin was bathed in silver moonlight. She rose and fell like the waves and troughs of a powerful body of water as Stephan masterfully navigated her every inch. Stephan's tongue must have finally touched Amy's swollen pink clit. And at the moment the powerful wave of pleasure surged through her body, I took the picture. ********** Amy We fucked like it would be last time for both of us. Stephan and I selfishly fought to satisfy our famished desires. All we could think about was our own pleasure as we kissed and licked and bit into on another. I needed every atom of his manhood and he desired every drop of my womanhood. It was this hedonistic frenzy that made it the most intense lovemaking of my life. When I felt Stephan's hands on the tender flesh of my inner thighs, the nectar gushed from me and ran over my puckered ass. It seemed as though his fingers could encircle my thighs. I tried to close my legs. I wanted to feel his resistance. I wanted to test the strength in Stephan's hands as pushed my legs apart. I could feel his passion and knew how close it was to fury. His desire seemed almost dangerous, which made me plead like a little girl to have his mouth between my legs. Stephan ate his way to my pulsing sex slowly, pleasingly. I tugged at his hair to try to pull him against me, but he resisted. Feeling his hand on my tiny wrist emphasized his size and power. I felt vulnerable, something I rarely felt with Andrew. I begged him to lick my clit and lifted my hips to his mouth. When I at long last felt the flick of Stephan's tongue against my clit, I thought I would explode. It nearly lifted my body from the hot sand. I detected the flash from above. I knew what it was. I could see Andrew's silhouette on the rock. He didn't retreat for cover. He watched. The vibration of Stephan's deep groan filled my cunt. I looked away from Andrew and returned all of my attention to the mouth on my pussy, to the bristle of Stephan's beard as it rubbed against my thighs; to the hands that slid up my tummy and kneaded my breasts; to the fingers that brushed the tips of my stiff nipples one moment and pinched them playfully the next. Stephan stood me up and pressed my full body against the rock. Feeling the mixed sensation of the gritty sandstone against my breasts and Stephan's soft warm flesh pressed against my ass drove me wild. I reached back for Stephan's cock. Once in my hand, I rubbed the flared velvet head against my pussy. I plowed it through the moist furrows of my swollen pussy lips. I drove it into my clit. I held it there as waves of warm pleasure pulsed through my belly. I even pressed his hard cock against my asshole. He gave a short powerful thrust of his hips and his cock entered me. I had never had a man inside me that way. What had been once a taboo act in my lovemaking was suddenly an erotic charge that forced me to turn to look at him. Strands of damp hair across my face, I praised his cock as if it were a god. I told him how I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted his meat to fill my cunt. Fuck me so hard! Lift me off my feet! I wanted to be impaled. Stephan pulled his cock back; I reached for it between my legs and helped guide him inside me. It felt every bit as wonderful as I had imagined it would when I masturbated to it in silence in bed next to Andrew. "OH Fuck me, Stephan!" I cried. "Let me feel you cum inside me! I've wanted this for so long!" Stephan bit down on my neck. He thrust so deep inside me, it took my breath away. I felt his cock reach the never-touched, velvety regions of my pussy. He began fucking like a wild, rutting animal. As I listened to his primal grunts and the jungle rhythm of his pelvis slapping my ass, my eyes nearly filled with tears of pleasure and satisfied desire. "Get on top of me, Amy," Stephan whispered in my ear. "I want to see your body as I cum. I want to cum to a beautiful vision." Stephan laid his long powerful body out on the sand. I straddled him, admiring for just a moment his perfect body. I braced myself against his thick chest. I felt the soft straight hairs on his chest. I lowered myself onto his cock. I traveled deep inside me. My ass resting against him, I reached back and gently cupped his balls. I measured them and wondered at the ropes of hot seed he would send inside me. I slowly rose and fell on his cock. My hips tilted to rub my clit against him. His eyes were on me, exploring every inch of me. He praised me. His hands caressed my breasts and slid down to the curve of my hips. The nectar poured from me. It saturated his pubic hairs and then pooled on his rippled abdomen. I rode Stephan's cock for twenty minutes. I would surge to orgasm, but I always stopped myself. This was a new feeling and I wanted it to last. It was so new and naughty. I could feel both men's gaze touch my skin. Stephan watched and I felt beautiful and desirable. Andrew watched me and I felt slutty, untamed. It was a divine combination of emotions. I came to learn later that when we climaxed our cries filled the canyons of Lake Powell. All the houseboat guests turned in the direction from which the sound came and said nothing for minutes. They listened - and remembered.