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Matched Pairs Ch. 05

By: AutumnWriter



The two couples spent the next little while relaxing by the water with another beer. Not much was said, the summer sun made them drowsy.

"I'm going in for a swim," Fred announced. 

He strode into the water and swam out past the end of the dock. Fred was a strong swimmer and could stay out for a long while. 

Charlie excused himself and made his way to the cabin. 

"I hope for your sake that he doesn't burn up all his energy out there," Pat said coyly to Maggie.

"I'm not worried," Maggie answered. "He'll cruise out there for a long time. If he needs a rest he'll just float for a while. He's working off those two beers to get into game condition for tonight."

Pat giggled a bit at the answer, knowing that it was true. "I should get Charlie out there!" she suggested.

"He will, if he wants to, but he's not as good in the water as Fred," Maggie advised. 

Pat stirred restlessly. From the sexy beginning to their afternoon, activities had taken on a quiet, unexciting tone. She felt a need for action. She thought briefly of ambushing Charlie in the cabin for a session of mid-afternoon one-on-one. That sounded interesting, but it would have meant taking off her new bikini that she had waited so long to put to use.

"I wonder if this suit will survive in the water," she pondered aloud so that Maggie could hear her. 

"It would probably be alright." Maggie said. "There's not much to it, so you better be careful that it stays together, if you know what I mean."

"Well, the water looks so refreshing, it's hard to resist. I think that I'll give it a try." She removed her sunglasses and set them on her recliner. She tugged at the edges of her suit, checking the connections, and then turned toward the water. "I think that I'll surprise Fred," she mumbled as she waded into the water. She wasn't sure whether Maggie heard the last remark. She hoped that she had. It was a kind of test.

Pat fell forward into the water, breast-stroked out about ten yards, and then stood up. It was still shallow enough for her to stand. She looked out at Fred doing the crawl another ten yards out. She wondered if he would stay there all afternoon. Pat submerged again and swam a little to the side. The cool water was soothing, and her suit was staying together. She knelt down in the shallow water to stay cool. It wasn't easy to see her. She watched Fred swimming and Maggie watched her.

After a while Fred decided to come in. He swam toward the shore. He made his way to the shallow point and stood up, catching his breath and rubbing water from his eyes. He had enjoyed the exercise, and decided to reward himself with a beer. 

"Fred!" he heard his name screeched behind him. He turned instantly, expecting to find one of the women in trouble in the water. As he about-faced, his blurred vision was filled with an indefinable object inches from him. He raised his hands up to avoid crashing into whatever it was. In the split second that passed, he felt his hands fill with something alien, yet strangely familiar. 

In a moment Fred regained his bearings and found himself in possession of Pat's lush breasts, one in each palm. He looked down at them and then at her face. She was grinning at him. It was if the breasts had fallen out of the sky.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," Pat purred I feigned innocence. "You see, my halter became untied in the water and I thought that you were going to bump into me." 

"Huh?" was all Fred could muster. He was confused. He stood there motionless, waiting for coherent thought to return.

"Anytime, Fred." Pat hinted. Fred was still confused. "If you're finished with them, I was wondering if I could have them back now." 

Fred looked down and realized that he was still cradling Pat's two assets.

"Sorry." Fred mumbled as he released them, wondering why he was sorry. He noted that they hadn't changed much in the years that he had gone without them. He turned without speaking further and swam back out into the lake. He was sure that Maggie had seen the little collision and he was not walking up on the shore until his erection subsided and he had figured out what to say.

Pat retied her halter and waded up onto the shore.

"That wasn't very nice." Maggie said calmly as Pat waded out of the water.

"Just having a little fun with my ex." Pat chuckled. "I don't see him complaining."

"What if I were to complain?" asked Maggie.

"Don't worry, it was just a tease. Besides, we said 'what happens at..." 

"Yes, yes, I know," Maggie interrupted. "We better be careful. This could get going too far, too fast if we're not careful."

"How much farther and faster would that be?"

"We just better be careful," Maggie repeated.

"We already started down this road. I'll put the brakes on when I need to," Pat assured her. "Why don't you have some fun with Charlie?"

"And what if Charlie and Fred don't feel like having the brakes put on?" Maggie asked.

"That's when I'll come to your rescue—and you come to mine. The boys will love it."

"And what line do we agree not to cross?" Maggie asked.

"Do we have to decide that now? We'll know it when we get there. In the meantime let's have fun with it. It's too late turn back now." 

"Sorry I was gone so long. Did I miss anything?" a voice called from behind them. It was Charlie.

******** 

Maggie wasn't as adept at teasing as Pat. She thought about a quid pro quo with Charlie, but got cold feet and gave up on the idea. Charlie and Pat took their seats in the chairs next to her, enjoying the last rays of the afternoon sun. Charlie glanced back and forth between the two women, trying to figure out the silence. He wondered why his and Fred's arrival always created silence.

Fred finally decided to swim to shore. He was going to talk to Maggie about his unexpected encounter with Pat, but decided to put the conversation off when he saw Pat and Charlie sitting alongside her. He surmised that she couldn't have been very angry, since she hadn't stomped back to the cabin. At any rate, he would have no difficulty in entering a plea of innocent.

Fred dried himself with a towel and then opened the cooler and took out a beer. "Anyone else like one?" he called out. After a chorus of 'yeses' he took out three more, distributed them and then sat down.

"Don't forget our tee time tomorrow, Charlie." 

"I did forget." Charlie replied. "What time is it?"

"Eleven o'clock." 

"What are you girls going to do while we're playing golf?" Charlie asked.

"I think that I'd like another chance at that gift shop at Blue Mountain Lake, and maybe lunch over there," Maggie answered.

"Sounds fine with me," Pat added.

They finished their beer as the sun sank lower, touching the mountains in the distance. They decided to change out of their suits, so they marched to the cabin together. Fred looked for a chance to speak to Maggie about Pat, but it was hard to find an opportunity with the other couple at such close quarters. Anyway, she didn't look very upset so Fred decided to save it for later. 

Dinner was simple fare of hamburgers on the grill. They chattered away about nothing important. Curiously, as their vacation days were closing out, they spoke about things at home. It was after ten 'clock before anyone looked at their watch.

"Why don't we turn in?" suggested Pat, putting her arm around Charlie's waist.

"That's a good idea," Fred agreed. "Maggie, why don't we have a drink by the lake while they're getting tucked in?"

Maggie grabbed a beer and followed Fred outdoors.

The moon was full and high over the lake. The warmth of the day was still present and only the chirping of the crickets and an occasional frog broke the silence. Fred and Maggie placed two of the lawn chairs side by side.

"Are you glad that I invited Pat and Charlie?" Maggie queried without warning.

"You know, I was opposed to it at first." Fred conceded. "Now it seems to have turned out well."

Both were quiet for a minute as Maggie pondered the answer, and her next question.

Fred spoke to the question that he was sure was on Maggie's tongue. "What happened between Pat and me in the water this afternoon was an accident." 

"You didn't seem to mind."

"It was an accident!" Fred insisted. 

"I know," Maggie admitted. "I saw the whole thing. It wasn't an accident, though. I think that Pat did it on purpose. She ambushed you."

"For my part, it was an accident." Fred repeated.

"She was just having a little fun with you." 

"Well, she shouldn't have."

"And what was the harm?" Maggie scolded, suddenly defending her sister-at-arms.

"I just thought..." Fred began weakly

"And I did notice you standing there holding them like a pair of juicy ripe papayas. So don't try to play the victim, sir!" Maggie pressed on. "She had to beg you to give them back."

"I wish that it could have been your juicy ripe papayas," offered Fred, eager to soothe her. 

"You mean juicy ripe grapes, compared to her!" 

"What are you talking about?" Fred blurted out. "I love to hold your gra...papay...well, you know what I mean." 

"No I don't what you mean. This all started when you started criticizing Pat." 

"C'mon, Maggie, you do know what I mean. I love to hold your papayas...and other things, too."

"What other things?" Maggie was getting interested.

"I love to run my hand up the backs of your firm, smooth legs while you're lying on your stomach just like I did this afternoon when you were in your new bikini." Fred was starting to be poetic. "After I do that awhile, I like to let them go up a little higher, over you smooth, round..."

"I get the picture!" Maggie quickly cut him off. "I'm sorry!" she whispered. "At least about the grape thing."

"You know, Maggie," Fred wasn't finished, "if it had been you that had come up behind me in the water this afternoon we still might be out there getting waterlogged."

Maggie's mood suddenly brightened. "Mmmm...that's an interesting thought!" She whipped her neck back at the silent, dark cabin. "We could go out there and get 'waterlogged' right now."

"Oh, we'd have to go in and put on our suits and everything," Fred said. "I thought that we could just go back to the cabin and..."

"Who needs suits?" Maggie reached over and gently stroked her fingers over his temple and earlobe, then over his shoulder and down his arm.

"Sounds like a good idea!" Fred rose from his chair and kicking off his sneakers in one motion.

"Ssshhh! Try not to make too much noise." Maggie stood up and stepped out of her sandals.

Fred was nude in seconds. As Maggie watched him shuck his clothing, she went more slowly. She unbuttoned her shorts and slowly peeled them down her legs, along with her panties. Fred eyed her, nude in the moonlight from the waist down. She took a longer time with the buttons on her blouse. There were five. She undid the first two with agonizing slowness, wondering if Fred would ever get the hint to take over. Midway through button number three, he stepped forward and assumed command. 

He didn't work any faster, but that didn't matter, because they both felt his hard member pressing against her belly, and that was a pleasant distraction. The blouse was finally undone. Fred slid it off her sculpted shoulders. Maggie dropped her arms to her side so that it could fall to the ground. Fred stepped a little closer and embraced her. His penis pressed against her more insistently. They shared a long kiss that began with affection and caresses of lips on lips and ended in a passionate tango of hungry tongues. 

It was time for Fred to take off her bra. There is no slow, ceremonious way to remove a bra that works quite right. It is impossible to slowly unhook it, like a button can be slowly undone. Perhaps it should be possible to buy bras with buttons instead of hooks. Once unhooked, it is senseless to delay pulling it from the wearer's shoulders. Otherwise, it just hangs from the woman, like the wings on a wounded gull. 

Fred held the kiss and reached around and dutifully unhooked the panel. Exposed as she was, Maggie was in a hurry to get the preliminaries completed and get into the water. She stepped back and stood compliantly as Fred slid the harness down her arms and tossed it into the pile of clothes. They walked hand-in-hand into the water.

The water was cool at first, but warm enough once they got used to it. The waded far enough out so the depth was shoulder deep. There was an eerie silence. Out past the dock, the water absorbed all sounds from shore. There was no breeze. They could only hear the lapping of the water on the dock and their breathing. 

They embraced once again. They held one another tightly in the warm, black, moonlit water. They were patient lovers; they took take their time. They would stay until all feelings had been felt, every pleasure uncovered. They were used to each other's body, but in the lake they were different than in their bed. They were standing, not lying down. In their bed, the mattress supported them. Isolated, standing unsupported in the water, their buoyancy pressed them upward and together.

They were kissing; resuming the kiss they had started on the shore. Fred ducked his head under the surface, finding the hardened nipple of a breast. He closed his lips around it. He tasted her and the lake. He suckled it and enclosed the bud with his tongue. Even with his ears under the water he could hear her moans of delight. He switched to the other breast and repeated his task. She moaned again. 

He lifted his head for air. He started back down to her breast. She stopped him with her hand and guided his face back to hers to kiss him again. She lifted up off the floor of the lake and clung to him. It was easy to support her with the water helping. He felt her release one arm and she was holding him below. She released him, but he felt her hand moving between them. She spread her lips and lifted her hips slightly. Using her other hand as Fred held her tightly she guided him into her. She settled down so that his full length was inside her. 

Fred held her buttocks firmly and she clasped her arms around his shoulders. They didn't move their pelvises against one another. They let the gentle motion of the water do it for them. It would raise them a little and set them down. Up—down; the water slowly delivered the pleasure of love to them. They allowed it to slowly approach, welcoming but not rushing. Inch by inch the sensations strengthened. They measured and savored each one. Fred caressed her breast, rubbing a thumb over the nipple. They kissed again and Maggie pressed her breasts tightly to his hairy chest. They continued as such for a long while—much longer than thirteen minutes.

Every beginning brings and end—a climax. They had felt it coming for some time. She wanted to come before he did, so she could milk him as he arrived. She began to press down in a certain way to deepen the contact at a precise point. Fred understood what she was doing. He relished watching and feeling her do it. As she came closer, she pressed with more force. She breathed hard. With a single cry her orgasm struck her. She held her breath; muscles tightened; she struggled to impale herself on him even more deeply. As it peaked she gasped, tightened, then released. When it was over she hugged him as she relaxed and thought of the feeling of him inside her.

When she recovered she kissed him lovingly. "Come in me," she commanded. She squeezed him with the muscles inside her. He pressed up against her and strengthened his hold on her buttocks cheeks. They moved together as if they were a dance team, with instinctive knowledge of the moves of the other. The rhythm became more rapid; the thrusts made with more strength. Fred gave a loud grunt and emptied himself into her. Maggie came again, too; a little climax to complement the larger, first one.

"It was wonderful, Fred. I will never forget this," Maggie whispered. Fred was silent. He always was after sex. Maggie knew it, and did not expect a reply. Satisfaction had come to them.

Fred finally broke the silence. "Look how far we've drifted away from the cabin. "We better get back."

"Oh, my gosh!" cried Maggie. They had moved about forty yards down the shoreline. They started moving slowly back to the line of the cabin, then in to the shore. They waded out of the water. Fred stopped to pick up his clothes but Maggie stopped him.

"I'll come out and get them in the morning before anyone else is up," she whispered.

They clambered up the walk to the cabin, naked and innocent as the day they were born. When they arrived at the cabin they thought that they heard footsteps, but all was dark. Pat and Charlie's room was silent. They dug out some bath towels in the dark and dried off, then went to bed. They were spent and went to sleep, naked in each other's arms. 

************ 

TO BE CONTINUED...

Dear REaders,

I hope you're enjoying the story so far. I'm always interested in your comments and questions. 

AW

Matched Pairs Ch. 06-08



Author's note: this story was originally written in eight chapters. I later reorganized it into seven. It's the same text as the original, just in one fewer chapters. I neglected to change the title of the submission to reflect the change, so it's a little misleading in that regard. Sorry for the confusion.

Please enjoy the two concluding chapters, 6&7.

AW

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CHAPTER 6

Pat and Maggie were finished shopping at Blue Mountain Lake. Pat had been strangely quiet. It wasn't like her. She was usually chattering away. It wasn't sullenness or bad humor. She wasn't giving Maggie a cold shoulder; she was pleasant enough when spoken to. She seemed too preoccupied to share whatever was going on in her mind.

Maggie accredited it to their leaving for home the next day. Maybe she was mulling over what had gone on the day before as she accosted Fred while they were swimming. Pat was usually a bundle of energy. Maggie thought that she might have used it all up for a while.

"Let's have some lunch at the restaurant where we ate the other night," Maggie suggested. Pat nodded and soon they were seated at a table at a window overlooking the lake. They gazed out at the peaceful water, the sun shimmering off of it. Pat was still quiet. Her eyes hinted of thoughts that were as deep as the lake, itself.

Maggie took an unusual role of leading the conversation. "It's been a nice vacation. Things turned out pretty well." 

Pat didn't look away from the view of the lake. "Oh, yes. It's been better than I had even hoped for. It's gone so fast! It seems that we just got here." She continued looking out the window. "I hope that you're still not mad about my little game with Fred yesterday afternoon," she added.

"I never was—just worried." Maggie replied. "We set it up together with all our play-acting, the bikinis and everything. It was just moving so fast. Things like that can get out of control."

"It was fun, though," Pat grinned, turning her head to face her friend. She seemed to feel relief at having been forgiven. "I wouldn't have gone all the way with it...at least not without permission." She said the last part as a joke and laughed, but the words hung in the air. Maggie laughed, too. She wondered if she was laughing at the idea or to be polite. 

They ordered their food with a glass of wine and chatted about the events of the trip. They laughed over the episode with the store-bought catch of Smallmouth Bass and how they knew that Fred was ogling them as they boated around the lake that first day. It had all been great fun, and it opened the way to do more things together after they returned home.

They were nearly done with their sandwich plates. Pat was quiet again for a moment and then spoke again.

"Charlie and I watched you and Fred in the lake last night." Her voice was soft and low. She paused a moment to wait for a reaction from her friend. Maggie blushed, but otherwise sat motionless. "It was beautiful. It was one of the most beautiful things that I have ever seen," Pat told her.

"We didn't know that you were watching us. It just happened," Maggie said. "We didn't think that anyone could see us." 

"We were wondering why you hadn't come in and Charlie went to the doorway to make sure that everything was alright. I joined him when he didn't come back right away. I arrived as Fred was helping you out of your bra," Pat explained. "We should have gone back to bed, but we couldn't; it was mesmerizing."

"We went quite a few yards out in the lake. I'm sure that you couldn't see much after that," Maggie answered, hopefully.

"Actually, we did. The moon was bright and you two were silhouetted against the blackness of the water. The cabin is elevated on a little knoll, so it's like being in a stadium."

"I'm so embarrassed!" 

"Don't be!" Pat said. "Like I said, it was beautiful. Don't tell me I've ruined it for you. I'll be sorry that I brought it up."

"Nothing could ruin it," Maggie confided. "It was unbelievable. Everything just came together the right way. It may never happen again." Maggie was no longer blushing. She refused to be embarrassed. "Just don't mention that you saw us to Fred." 

Their waiter appeared to ask if they wanted dessert. Maggie hesitated. She was unused to a big meal in the middle of the day.

"Let's have some!" Pat insisted. "It's our last day. We'll have some ice cream. I'll have strawberry. She'll have chocolate," she said to the waiter.

Maggie hadn't forgotten the ice cream comparison Pat had made about Fred and Charlie. Pat noticed the furrows on her brow.

"It's in honor of the boys," Pat assuaged her. "We've put them through their paces this week. They deserve a salute."

"It was good for them," Maggie put in whimsically, sounding half-convinced.

The ice cream arrived in glass, fluted cups on little pedestals. There were spoons with small business ends and long handles.

Pat put a little of her strawberry ice cream on her spoon and raised it slowly to her lips. Rather than insert the spoon in her mouth the usual way, she sensuously pursed her lips to capture it, tenderly sucking the ice cream into her mouth. Then, she pushed the tip of her tongue between her lips to clean the remaining drops from the spoon.

"Mmmm, tastes good!" she purred. "It tastes like Charlie; sweet, thick and creamy. The taste just lingers. It's delicious."

Maggie watched Pat. She knew that the display was about more than ice cream. She thought back to their earlier discussion about them watching Fred and her make love in the water. She was sure that Pat was reminding her that Charlie was also skillful at pleasing a woman. 

It was true. Maggie remembered her good days with Charlie and her delights in their bed. He was such patient and thoughtful lover. He had an innate sense of how the parts of a woman's body merged with her feelings, and he knew how to time the stroking of each to mix them just right.

Maggie's reverie was broken as Pat placed her hand gently on top of hers. She reached slowly across the table with the long-handled spoon. Pat sunk it into Maggie's dish and lifted a generous mouthful.

"I'd like to taste the chocolate," she declared in a husky whisper, quietly, forcefully, piercing Maggie's eyes with her own. She slowly brought the ice cream to her mouth, fellating it off the spoon as she had done to the strawberry ice cream moments ago.

Maggie's brow oozed tiny beads of perspiration, and she trembled involuntarily. Pat's sensuous fingers caressed the top of Maggie's hand. They were meant to calm her, but had the opposite effect.

"The chocolate is delicious," Pat purred. "A strong, robust flavor overpowering the palette; not lingering on the tongue, but creating the desire for more." 

Maggie sat frozen, feeling Pat's fingers gently stroking her hand, unable to speak or react.

"They're both so good. It's hard to choose," Pat went on. "Why should we have to choose?" she asked. "Why can't we enjoy both flavors once in a while?"

Maggie was shaking again. Pat's allusion was surely plain. The libertine attitude of the past week fought to take her over. It was winning. She fought back; it was against all convention. 

"Of course, I would normally choose strawberry," Pat interjected in a soothing voice. "Strawberry is my favorite. I just like a taste of chocolate once every now and then."

Maggie's breathing became faster and more shallow. A rumbling started in her belly and a dampness began invading her panties. It all appeared so naughty, and sensual, daring—and delicious. Husbands on loan; what was the harm if all agreed? It could be a secret shared intimately by the four of them. She was aware that they had flirted with the possibility ever since they spoke of it at Pat's house. Then, it was just an exciting fantasy. It was so risky, and Maggie wondered if it was right or wrong.

"Would you like to try some of my strawberry?" Pat asked seductively and continued stroking her hand. She parted her lips and her tongue traveled out of her mouth like a lush sponge to wet them.

Pat pushed the dish of strawberry ice cream a few inches closer to Maggie. Her mind's eye fixed on the melting dessert. It was like staring at Charlie—nude, hard—preparing to transport her body to his private corner of nirvana.

"Go ahead, try a taste," Pat whispered softly and nudged the dish a half inch closer.

Maggie looked at her free hand and realized the long-handled spoon was already in her fingers. The taste of her chocolate ice cream had just left her tongue; the memory was already beckoning her back. Surely she wouldn't abandon the chocolate. Could she put it off a while and just taste the sweet strawberry?

Maggie's hand slowly crept forward through the space that separated her from Pat. The energy of her trembling hand transferred down the long handle of the spoon, to the end of it, so that it fluttered like an aspen leaf in a gale. Slowly, she pushed the spoon forward, holding her breath, fighting through the gusts of her conscience screaming to pull her arm back. 

With a final thrust, she dug the spoon into the pink, melting mass and scooped a dollop, returning it quickly to her mouth. She didn't want the chance to reconsider. She swallowed it and released her breath.

It was agreed. 

She glanced up searchingly into Pat's knowing eyes. Maggie looked lost for a moment, then slowly her lips parted and her eyes widened. The two women broke into grins at one another, and in contemplation of the adventure in which they conspired.

"This is so evil!" Maggie whispered.

"It's not evil," Pat countered. "It's just naughty. At our age we've earned the right to be a little naughty. As long as everyone is agreed there's no harm to be done—no one to get pregnant, no one to be hurt. You'll see the men aroused like you've never seen them."

"Have you spoken to Charlie about it?" Maggie asked.

"No. That's the finesse that we'll need to bring this off. They have to think that it was their idea."

The two women went about eating their ice cream before it melted. From time to time they reached across the table to scoop a little of their partner's flavor and then share a secret look and laugh.

"I'm just thinking about what our husbands will think of us," Maggie said.

"What do you think they will?" 

"They'll think that we are a couple of sluts."

"Good!" Pat exclaimed. "Men love sluts. They don't have to pretend or be gentile. They love to be with them, as long as they don't have to answer any questions later. It will be perfect for them."

Maggie reached for the check. 

"You pay for lunch and I'll buy some wine," Pat offered. "We need to go back to the cabin to make some plans. I have an idea." 

********** 

Golf in the mountains is as scenic as golf can be. The fairways are carved through the forests. Sunshine is rationed out by the trees to different spots as though by an ancient sundial. The course is moist and lush; alternately warmed and cooled by the granting and reneging of sunlight. Throughout a round, the trees are the golfers' masters, granting favor and condemning errant shots to oblivion. Golf in the desert; golf next to the sea; each has its allure. Only golf in the forest is so mystical.

It is good that the forest imparts such awe and keeps golfers' minds occupied. A round can take some time. Each errant shot finds a jail in the jungle of undergrowth that resides in the wood on either side of each fairway. It was on a crowded course that Charlie and Fred sat in their cart on the fifth fairway, waiting for the four hopeless souls in front of them to emerge from the woods with the realization that their beloved Titleist was long-gone, consigned to the Hades of ferns, vines, fallen timber and decaying leaves. 

"I think she's has lost a ball on every fairway," Fred sighed with some impatience. "Maybe she'll run out."

"No such luck," Charlie corrected. "She's finding more in there than she's losing. At least the others aren't getting theirs off the ground, so they can track them better."

"We can ask them if we can play through at the turn," Fred suggested. "You must have eyes like a hawk. How can you see that she's finding lost balls in there?"

"Far-sighted," Charlie replied. "Sometimes it's a blessing, other times a curse."

"What do mean?" Fred asked.

"Like just now when I could see them picking up stray golf balls in the woods," Charlie explained.

"I meant the curse part," Fred clarified.

"I won't beat around the bush," Charlie confessed. "Pat and I were watching you and Maggie last night. You know—while you were in the water."

Fred nodded, but said nothing.

"At first, I just got up looking for you to see if everything was alright. You were down there for a long time. I saw you and Maggie kissing and I was about to go back inside when Pat showed up. I tried to nudge her to come back in, but she wouldn't move. She was riveted in place. I tried to go back by myself, but she clamped a death-grip on my arm. I was afraid of making too much noise. I didn't want to disturb you."

Fred shrugged. "What's done is done. I believe your story. I can imagine Pat getting like that. When she gets aroused she has a one-track mind. Just don't tell Maggie about it. She's more self-conscious."

"I won't," promised Charlie. "I wouldn't want to bet the farm that Pat isn't telling Maggie about it right now."

"I would bet it that she is." 

"That's what I was avoiding saying," Charlie said. "You can't believe how turned on she got watching you two out in the water."

"What's gotten into these women of ours, anyway?" wondered Fred.

"They're just enjoying themselves. They're old enough to know all the ins and outs of sex and still have bodies that can make things happen. It's a comfortable and convenient situation for them," Charlie said.

"They sure have been putting us to the test!" 

"It's all part of their fun," Charlie explained.

"What if we put them to the test, Charlie? What do you think they'd do?"

"I bet they'd come running back to 'papa' as fast as their bikini-clad bottoms would carry them," Charlie answered.

"I think that I'd like to take you up on that bet," Fred challenged back. 

"It could get out of hand if I'm wrong," Charlie warned. 

"Then it does!" Fred declared. "We'll just say 'sorry, thanks, and no harm done' in the morning."

"You could live with that?" Charlie asked.

"I think so!" Fred answered. "What about you?"

"The only stipulation is that both women have to agree. If one says 'stop', whichever that is, then the game is over," Charlie answered.

"Agreed!" Fred exclaimed. "I have a little plan for this, but it will have to wait. The foursome ahead is clearing the green. I'll fill you in while we're waiting on the next tee."

************** 

Fred and Charlie returned to the cabin at five-thirty from their round of golf. Their faces were sunburned and their shirts had salt lines from dried perspiration. Besides themselves, they carried in three bottles of white wine. Charlie promptly deposited two of them in the refrigerator and the other in the freezer to chill it faster. 

"We brought you girls a little present," Fred explained as the women watched Charlie at the refrigerator. "We thought that you might want to have a last-night-in-the-cabin party." 

"And how was your little round of golf?" Maggie asked. Her voice sounded strange.

"I see that you've already started the party without us." Fred spied the half-empty bottle of wine on the table sitting between the two women and an empty placed off to the side.

"We knew that you boys would want to party, so we decided to plan it." Pat sounded slightly woozy. "Every party needs a plan."

"It sure does!" Charlie agreed. "Right now I think that we better plan to prepare some food to absorb some of that wine in your system."

"Charlie," Pat sighed lazily, "you're such a mother hen. Do as you please! Come along, Maggie." 

The two women, clad in shorts and tank tops disappeared behind the closed doors of their respective bedrooms. 

"Let them sober up a little. We'll start the grill. There will be plenty of time for partying later," Fred advised. "I wouldn't mind a last swim in the lake to wash off some of this grime from the golf course

"I could go for that," Charlie agreed.

"The trouble is," Fred called out in a louder voice, "Pat and Maggie are locked in the bedrooms where our suits are and we can't get at them."

Fred and Charlie looked at each other expectantly for several long seconds. Slowly, the door to Fred and Maggie's bedroom opened wide enough for a hand and arm to emerge from the darkness. Dangling from the hand were Fred's swimming trunks and a towel. The hand flipped up and lobbed the contents through the air, landing at Fred's feet. Immediately upon completion of the task, the same occurred from the door of Charlie and Pat's room. 

"Oh look, Charlie, here are our suits and towels to go with them. What a nice surprise." Fred called out sarcastically.

Charlie joined the game. "You're right, Fred! It would be even nicer if we had tee shirts and our sandals for after we get out of the water."

The two doors simultaneously opened a crack. No faces were seen, but the desired apparel soon was sailing through the air in their direction.

"I think that they want to be left alone," Fred chuckled as he and Charlie changed into their suits. They went outside to start the fire in the grill.

"What do you think that this does to our plans for later?" Charlie asked.

"Nothing," Fred said. "They'll have a little recovery time, and then come out. After a while, they'll start drinking again. They'll be like putty in our hands."

The men started a fire in the charcoal grill. While they waited for the coals to get hot they went for a swim. They didn't stay out long—just enough to rinse away the day's grime and cool off. By the time they were finished swimming the fire was ready to cook. 

There was still no sign of the Pat and Maggie. Fred walked into the cabin. He saw an unopened package of hamburger in the refrigerator and a package of rolls sitting on the counter. He glanced in the other direction and noticed that the door to his and Maggie's room was open and that Maggie wasn't inside, but the door to Charlie's and Pat's room was closed. The bathroom door was opened halfway and Fred could see that it was unoccupied.

Fred rapped on Pat's door.

"Do you want me to start cooking the hamburgers now? If you want me to wait I can bank the fire down."

"Maggie isn't in here," Pat called from behind the door. "She's in the bathroom."

Fred peered into the nearby unoccupied bathroom.

"Neat trick!" Fred thought to himself. "Maggie!" he called louder, pretending to shout through the supposedly-closed bathroom door. "What about it? Do you want to eat now or wait?"

"She doesn't want to answer you right now, Fred," Pat called through the door. "She's...busy."

"Is she sick? Is everything alright? Is she mad at me.?" 

"No, none of those things—just busy," Pat yelled through the closed door.

"I think that I'll bank down the fire for a while," Fred informed them. "Come on out when you're ready."

Fred went to the refrigerator and picked out a beer each for Charlie and himself. He switched the chilling wine from the freezer to the refrigerator.

"Everything alright in there?" Charlie asked as Fred sat in the lawn chair alongside him.

"I think so." Fred declared. "They're just getting their equilibrium readjusted. You know, all Maggie has to do is sniff the cork and she's three sheets to the wind."

"I remember it well." Charlie agreed. "For Pat, it takes two sniffs of the cork—same result." 

"After they get their boats righted again they'll come out," Fred predicted. "They'll think that they've sobered up, but they won't be. A few more glasses of vino and Plan Excalibur will be in motion."




Matched Pairs Ch. 06-08



The men clinked bottles and took a big swig of beer.

******** TO BE CONTINUED

CHAPTER 7

Author's note: This story wa originally written in eight chapters, as announced. I recently reorganized it to seven chapters. The following is the seventh, and concluding, chapter. I regret any confusion. Please enjoy the story

AW

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It was almost seven before the women strolled nonchalantly from the cabin. The sun was still in the sky, but slowly surrendering to the night. The men heard them rustling about in the kitchen before they came outside to join them. They each wore a bathing suit with a long tee shirt over it and carried a glass of wine. The men were on beer number three. 

"Getting hungry?" Fred asked them. He saw an expectant look in Maggie's eyes. He guessed that it was related to her bathroom fib earlier. Fred decided to not mention it. He noticed Maggie relax when she guessed that Fred wouldn't bring it up.

"Yes, I'm starved!" Pat exclaimed.

"Good!" replied Fred. "I can see that you girls are in your suits. Do you want to go swimming while the food is cooking?"

"We want to go swimming later," Maggie answered with a deadpan look.

"It's still warm out." Pat stood and stretched herself luxuriantly. "Does anyone mind if I take off my T-shirt?" Without waiting for an answer she lifted the cotton shirt over her head and set it aside. It was impossible for the men not to notice that she had selected her special 'razor-cut' bikini from the previous day. Somehow her breasts managed to stay inside the cups, but it was not a picture of secure encasement.

Pat looked at Maggie, as if she expected some word or deed. None came from her. "On second thought, I think that I will go down to the lake and get my feet wet," she said. "Why don't you come with me, Maggie?"

Maggie dutifully stood and hoisted off her tee shirt. True to expectation, she wore the same red bikini that had been so successfully seductive the day before.

"C'mon!" squealed Pat and grabbed Maggie's hand. They scampered down the sloped toward the lake. They must have felt Fred's and Charlie's eyes behind them, recording every little jiggle from every strategic place on the rear half of their bodies.

"Fred, your plan seems to be working out just right," Charlie announced just before draining the remnants of his beer.

*********** 

The food was simple, but good. It wasn't too filling, but no one was left hungry. The women continued drinking wine, the men beer. They drank slowly enough to keep from staggering and bumbling, but the alcohol was accumulating and suppressing inhibitions. Pat and Maggie never bothered to put their T-shirts back on over their suits. Fred and Charlie helped themselves to the view as they wished. A few times Pat and Maggie bent this way or that to facilitate their exposure.

With the dinner dishes cleared everyone sat around the picnic table, leisurely working on their drinks. 

"Pat and Charlie saw us out in the lake last night," Maggie revealed to Fred, but it was for all to hear.

Fred shrugged. "It was one of those spur of the moment things."

"I hope that you're not embarrassed, Fred," Pat interjected. "I told Maggie about it while we out today because I wanted to let her know how inspiring it was."

"I'm not embarrassed," Fred answered. "I'm just surprised that Maggie isn't."

"Maybe it's the wine—but I'm not embarrassed at all," Maggie said. "Knowing that they were watching us is somehow...exciting."

Fred turned to Pat. "What do you mean by 'inspiring'?" 

The two women, at first, kept silent. Charlie and Fred noticed as they traded furtive glances. 

"I can see that you want to say something," Fred urged. "What can be that shocking after what you've already said?"

"It's not something that we want to say," Pat explained, taking another drink of wine. "It's more like something that we want to ask."

Charlie had gone into the cabin and produced another bottle of wine and a beer each for himself and Fred. He refilled the women's glasses. 

"Well, ask what you want to ask?" Fred lifted his beer bottle. He pretended to chug a good portion of it, but actually limited himself to a few swallows.

"It's not really a question—more of a request," Maggie blurted out.

"Make your request, then," Fred's curiosity was piqued, but he pretended frustration.

Pat sidled over to Maggie and whispered in her ear. Maggie whispered back. Pat took a deep breath to start speaking, but before she could utter a word, Charlie offered his two cents.

"Ladies, you will have to ask soon. We have to turn in the keys by one o'clock tomorrow afternoon, you know." 

"You're not helping, Charlie. I was just about to say something just when you interrupted. Now, I don't know if I can," Pat scolded.

"When Pat and I were at lunch today we were talking about us swimming nude last night. We thought that it would be nice if all four of us could go swimming in the nude together tonight," Maggie blurted out.

"That's what you want to ask? Just that?" Charlie asked.

"That's it," Pat said.

"That's a big step." Fred cautioned. "We have to think this over." He casually topped of the women's wine glasses.

"Nothing bad would happen," Pat assured in her coquetted voice.

"Then, why do you want to do it?" queried Charlie.

"Just because it's exciting, and daring and a little naughty," answered Pat. "It would be so sensual, and it would be such a nice finish to such a wonderful vacation. It would be innocent fun. We're all adults; there won't be anything that we haven't seen before."

"It's not quite dark enough now. It' won't be for almost an hour." Fred declared. "We can have a few more drinks and think about it until then."

Pat took a sip of wine. She looked down and saw that her glass was empty already. She got up and got a refill and pranced out in front of the table.

"Maggie and I are nearly nude already," she reminded them. She thrust her hips from side to side to emphasize the point. "It's you men who are afraid of taking your clothes off!" 

"I didn't say that we wouldn't—we're just thinking," Fred corrected.

"That's what Fred's afraid of," Maggie said. "Maybe Pat and I will go in all by ourselves and you two guys can stay here drinking beer." She downed the last swallow of her current glass of wine.

Pat sidled over to Charlie and sat on his lap. "Please, Charlie. Say yes. You know that I would never do anything that you didn't want me to." 

"What do you think, Charlie? Should we let them see us naked?" Fred asked.

Charlie managed a shrug. Pat was draped over him and he was preoccupied.

Fred stood up and threw off his shirt. "Let's go! There's no use wasting time." 

Maggie was startled at the quick turn of events. "What about waiting until dark?" 

"Cold feet already?" Fred asked. "If a boat comes buy just make sure any essential parts are under water. No one's going to stay around for long."

Fred already had his suit around his ankles. He stepped out of it and headed for the water. A few moments later, Charlie did the same. 

The women watched as the men's rumps flexed as they marched to the water. They turned to one another, contemplating their next move.

"It looks like we're going through with it," Maggie said to her accomplice.

"Step One is done," Pat agreed. "We still have a ways to go. Do you think that we should strip here, like they did, or go down to the shoreline? If a boat comes by, it might be a little embarrassing if we're walking down the slope naked."

"Do you really want them to get a close-up of us peeling off these wet suits? It won't be very flattering. Let's take a chance with the boats," Maggie said.

"I'm with you." Pat answered. "Remember, we're only halfway home. We still have work to do. If we want to end up in our bed of choice tonight we've got to stick to the plan and play it well."

The two women quickly peeled off their wet bikinis. The tops were first to go. They were easy enough. The wet material of the bottoms required more effort. The decision to shed them at the remote point was the right one. Once nude, the women glanced at one another. After a quick swallow of wine they did a mutual check-out and nodded.

"You look fantastic!" Pat told Maggie.

"So do you," Maggie reciprocated.

"Well, here we go," Pat sighed. "Good luck—see you in the morning!"

Without further words the two women strode side by side down the slope to the shore of the lake. They cast their eyes about searching for offending boats and realized quickly that there weren't any. They locked their eyes on their husbands standing waist deep in the water waiting for them. They slowed their approach to let the men get a good look. They swung their hips from side to side. Their breasts jiggled a little. The triangles of trimmed pubic hair always pointed directly down to the target in the center. As they neared them, Fred and Charlie's faces wore grins that reminded their wives of little boys about to gain access to the cookie jar.

Pat and Maggie stopped at the edge of the water. The men were about fifteen yards out in water as deep as their waists.

"How's the water, boys?" Pat asked in a sultry voice.

"C'mon in and find out," the men answered in unison. 

"You mean you men want to make us girls wet?" she cooed back at them.

There was no answer; Pat glanced at Maggie, who said nothing, but looked nervous.

"Let's go, girl!" She grabbed Maggie's hand and waded quickly out in the direction of the men. When they were nearly within arms length, they dove under the water and glided at the men, their arms stretched out in front of them. Charlie and Fred saw the groping hands aimed for their naked groins. They deftly side-stepped the women. Pat and Maggie surfaced next to their husbands. They eased their wet bodies against them, rubbing their breasts against them, gave them a kiss and grabbed hold of their hardened members under the water.

"Isn't this fun?" Pat asked, not expecting to be answered. "Let's go out deeper!"

Pat and Maggie let go of the men and turned and swam out another five yards. The men followed. As they did the women dove under the water. Pat quickly surfaced in front of a male body. She rose up quickly and hugged it. She felt an erection and pressed her body closer, squeezing her breasts against him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Fred," she grinned at him. "I thought that you were Charlie." She kept looking at him and grinning, pressing his hard organ against her belly. She didn't let go. "Almost like old times, isn't it, Fred?" She spoke to him in her most seductive voice. She let the words sink in, then released him and quickly swam away. Fred stood motionless in the water, his mouth agape.

While this was happening, Maggie had surfaced next to her former husband. The two of them watched Pat's maneuver on Fred. Maggie looked at Charlie, her lips parted slightly. Charlie looked back. Maggie reached her hand under the water and brushed Charlie's hardness and then swam away to join Pat. 

"Come catch us!" Pat yelled.

At once the men swam after them. Pat and Maggie swam away in different directions. They measured the speed of the retreat carefully. It was fast enough to create some separation, but sufficiently slow to allow capture with due ease. When they observed that Fred chose to pursue Pat and Charlie swam in Maggie's direction, they knew their mission was accomplished.

"It is like old times!" said Fred as he captured Pat and hugged her from behind. Pat was surprised Fred was able to swim so fast, considering the hardness that she felt against her backside.

Pat spun around within Fred's embrace. "There were some good old times," Pat purred. "Sometimes I miss them." Fred absent-mindedly reached up and wrapped his hands around a plump breast.

"You haven't lost much since I last held these," Fred declared.

"Maybe—maybe not!" Pat teased. "That's my secret." 

About ten yards away Maggie and Charlie watched their partners flirting together in the nude.

Maggie stood facing them. Charlie was in back holding her around the chest with a breast in each palm. She pressed her cheeks back against his groin.

"Let's go up to the cabin," Fred called out. "We have to talk about something."

As if on cue, they all ran out of the lake and up the slope to the picnic table. There were beach towels there, and they each grabbed one and started drying off.

"Something just happened down there in the water." 

"I'll say!" Pat chimed in, panting.

"We need to talk about it." Fred continued.

"Let's do it over some drinks," Charlie said, and retrieved another bottle of wine for the women and beers for the men.

"I don't see what is so wrong about it!" Maggie asserted. "We're all adults. No one is being forced to do anything!"

"Don't be so defensive!" Fred said. "What I was going to say was that this has been building up all week. It was bound to happen."

Pat and Maggie were drinking harder and listening to Fred wide-eyed.

"Maybe you heard me say to Pat that it was like old times," Fred continued.

"Ohhh, I'm so excited!" Pat's energy caused her to hop up and down. She was grinning from ear to ear. Her breasts were jiggling. Nearby, Maggie was panting in anticipation of what Fred was about to say.

As the four friend stood together in the nude, Fred made his proposal.

"If everyone is agreed, and it looks like we are, I would say that we should relive some old times. We have to get it out of our systems before we go home tomorrow. It will be one night of bedroom fun. Tomorrow we'll go back to normal."

"I can't wait!" gasped Pat. 

"I think that we should all have a drink on it together," suggested Charlie. "We have plenty of time left tonight and if anyone has second thoughts..."

"I suppose that you're referring to me!" Maggie piped up. "Well, I'm not backing out. I'm just as horny as anyone here!" Her words had feeling and a little alcohol slur.

"Let's go, then. Fill 'er up." Then we can get on with it!" Pat was getting more excited and nervous. She downed her glassful in one gulp. She looked around and everyone was only half-finished with what they had. She poured another.

Fred and Charlie sidled up to their borrowed mates-to-be for the night and threw their arms over their shoulders with their non-drinking hands. They hugged the woman to their flanks and reached down to grasp a breast. There was no kissing in front of their actual spouses. That would come later.

Fred finished his drink. "Why don't you girls go into the bedrooms and get ready while Charlie and I lock up. We'll be in with you shortly."

The two women obediently made their way into the cabin. The men noticed that their steps were unsure and weaving, but that wouldn't matter once they were in the backstroke position.

"They'll want to get themselves ready before we come in," Fred thought out loud. 

"They sure have had a lot to drink," Charlie observed. "I think that it loosened them up."

After a reasonable wait it was time for the men to join their partners for the night.

"Good luck!" Fred called to Charlie.

"Don't do anything that I wouldn't do," he answered back.

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Fred entered Pat's bedroom. She had drawn the curtains, so the fading sunlight was blocked away. All the lights were turned off. He took the towel from his waist and tossed it aside. On the bed, lying on her back was his ex-wife. It was hard to see much in the darkness, but Fred knew that she was nude as he was. 

"Sorry I took so long," Fred said in a half whisper. He offered no explanation.

"That's alright!" Pat answered. "I've been using the time to get adjusted."

"Adjusted?" Fred asked. "Do you mean getting used to the idea of swapping husbands with Maggie?"

"No, not that," Pat moaned. "I'm having a hard time getting my bearings. When I laid down the room started spinning. I had to close the curtains to stop the light from glaring in."

Fred bit his lip to stifle a chuckle. He took his place next to her on the bed and reached for a breast. He let his hard penis press into her flank.

"I'll help you take your mind off it. Mind over matter." He kneaded her breast and rubbed his thumb over the nipple."

"Oh, no—please." Pat gasped. "Just give me minute or two to get myself together."

"You really are out of it," Fred said sympathetically. "You had so much energy just a little while ago. What happened?" 

"I think that I drank too much wine," she moaned.

"Well, take your time and recover, then we'll get to it," Fred commiserated as he switched breasts. 

"Get to what?" Pat asked, sounding confused. 

"You know, do it, have sex," Fred reminded her. "Everyone agreed. Charlie's in the other bedroom with Maggie right now."

"Oh, right, right," Pat remembered. Fred lowered his head to her nipple. "Just give me a few minutes and I'll be alright. Then, we'll do it." Her voice sounded distant. Fred sucked a little harder and soon spread his attention to Pat's other breast. She weakly hugged his head to chest.

*********** 

In the darkness, Fred lifted himself from the bed and inched his way to the bedroom door. Before opening it he glanced back at the sleeping Pat. He had draped a sheet over her. He carefully opened the door the minimum amount to block as much light as possible and closed it silently. He went quietly to a corner of the cabin living room where he had stashed a supply of clothing earlier and got dressed.

Charlie was already waiting for him, sipping a fresh beer. Fred went to the refrigerator and served himself one. 

"You took long enough," Charlie remarked. "I've been out here for twenty minutes. If I didn't know better, I would think that you and Pat ripped off a quick one."

"She took a while to get to sleep. When I got in there her head was spinning. She could hardly think about sex, let alone actually do it. I just wanted to make sure that she was completely out before I left the room," Fred explained. "How's Maggie?"

"Out like a light!" Charlie attested. "She was practically out when I got in there."

"I doubt that either of them will remember much," Fred speculated. "It will be interesting to see how much they do recall."

"I have to say that your plan worked to perfection." 

"Yes," agreed Fred, "but it's not over yet. They'll start probing when they wake up. Just stick to the story."

"Do you have any regrets that we just didn't go along and swap for a night?" Charlie asked.

"A few," Fred admitted. "But, I hate twenty-twenty hindsight remorse. I think that it's better this way."

Charlie didn't say anything. He clinked his beer bottle with Fred's to signal his agreement.

Fred finished his beer and slumped down in his chair and closed his eyes. Charlie stretched out on the sofa.

"We've got a lot of work and driving ahead of us tomorrow." he said.

"And I wouldn't expect much help from the hangover queens," Fred added.

************* At mid-morning the next day Fred and Charlie were hard at work cleaning the cabin and packing the SUV's. They had thoughtfully placed a bottle of aspirin on the counter by the sink in the bathroom and had a fresh pot of coffee brewed. One of the bedroom doors opened slowly. They glanced over and saw Pat shuffling to the bathroom. They heard the water running, and brushing of teeth, and the sound of a sick person heaving. Then the toilet flushed, the water ran again and the teeth brushing repeated.

After a while Pat emerged from the bathroom and stood at the doorway to her bedroom. She eyed the two men as they worked, saying nothing, but her expression asked many questions.

Fred sauntered over to her. He tenderly kissed her on the forehead. "Just like old times," he whispered. He said nothing more and resumed working. Pat remained silent, and went in to Maggie's bedroom and closed the door. After fifteen minutes the two women emerged from the lair. Maggie stumbled into the bathroom and closed the door. There she repeated Pat's ritual in the privacy of the throne room.




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As she forced herself from the bathroom Charlie embraced her. "I always said that you give the best head in the world, Maggie. Thanks for everything last night," he said. "Man, you get wild when you've had a few."

Maggie instinctively raised her hands to her mouth; a look of shock and realization pouring out of her eyes. She hustled back into her room.

"A few!" Maggie mumbled into her hands as she buried her face in them. 

Fred and Charlie looked at each other with smug satisfaction. The women's expressions told them what they had to know. 

************* 

Ten days passed since the two couples returned home from their week at Raquette Lake. Maggie and Pat hadn't spoken with one another since they climbed into their respective SUV's as they departed the cabin. There had been talk of stopping for an early dinner at the halfway point, but neither woman was very interested in food.

Pat called Maggie to invite herself over for coffee.

"Let me come over to your place," Maggie answered. "Fred has been working out of the house, now that his road trip is finished. He's writing orders and calling customers. I want to talk to you, but I don't want him around when I do."

A half hour later the two friends were sitting at Pat's kitchen table sipping on a cup of coffee.

"I was hoping that you'd call me," Pat said. "I was afraid that you were mad because of what happened." 

"I'm not mad—and I did call but there was no one home and I didn't want to leave a message on the tape that Charlie would hear," Maggie answered.

"I've had to go into the school to fix up my classroom before the start of the school year," Pat explained. "How do you feel about what happened on that final night?" Pat got right to the point.

Maggie shrugged her shoulders. "I don't remember a thing after I lay down on the bed. You heard what Charlie said, but you couldn't prove it by me."

"What I meant to ask was: do you feel good or bad about having sex with Charlie?" Pat pressed harder.

"We agreed in the restaurant. We went through with it. We said what happens at the lake, stays at the lake. I don't know how I feel. Fred hasn't mentioned it," Maggie explained. "What about you?"

"I don't remember a thing either. I wish that after taking that big step we would have something to remember for our efforts," Pat said. "Would you do it again?"

"I don't know. I might after I talk with Fred. If I ever do, it will be without the alcohol," Maggie said. "I might not remember being in bed with Charlie, but I sure remember the hangover the next day. I still can't stand the taste of wine."

"What do you think really happened that night?" Pat wondered out loud. Maggie looked at her with a befuddled expression.

"I asked Charlie about it," Pat went on. "He didn't say much. He just gave me those answers that aren't really answers like he does when he doesn't want to answer."

"It's his CPA training," Maggie interjected.

"I do remember that those guys poured a lot of wine into us beforehand," Pat reasoned. "Considering our condition at the time, it must have been downright unpleasant for them to be in bed with us."

"Are you saying that you think Fred and Charlie tricked us and never had sex with us that night?" Maggie asked.

"I don't know," Pat said. "It sure looks suspicious."

"They let us think that it happened when it never did!" Maggie gasped.

"Don't jump to conclusions," Pat cautioned.

"What do we do to them?" Maggie asked.

"Whether it really happened or not doesn't matter," Pat reasoned. "Our husbands know now that we were willing to do it, and they got an eyeful of us skinny-dipping in the lake. It will only be a matter of time before they come looking for round two."

"Then we can get them drunk and trick them!" Maggie blurted out.

"Or maybe we'll just finish what we started," Pat answered.

And the beat goes on.

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