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  Jackie and her boyfriend went off to find new playmates. Candi wandered off to get a drink and ended up with the chubby wife of a poet friend of mine.

  Jill got on her knees in front of Max and me, taking a cock in each hand. She took my cock and sucked me as she stroked Max’s cock, then she switched off. She worked us like that for a few minutes, then she straddled me and sat on my dick. After she’d ridden me for a minute, she looked back over her shoulder at Max and invited him to stick his cock in her ass.

  I dug my fingers into the cheeks of Jill’s ass and pulled them apart, exposing the puckered little opening for him. He got behind her and rubbed his cock between her ass cheeks, then he slowly pushed his cock into her ass.

  Jill groaned and shifted slightly.

  “You okay?” Max said, stopping with his cock halfway inside her bottom.

  She nodded, obviously uncomfortable, but wanting to go on nevertheless. Max continued to work his cock into her. I felt him inside her, filling her from behind as I filled her from the front. It was a tight fit, but after a few short thrusts, he started fucking her with long, smooth strokes.

  It was hard to move with Max’s cock invading Jill’s ass, so I lay still beneath her, letting her grind her clit against my pubic bone as Max fucked her bottom. He finally grunted and came, letting most of his cum fill her ass. He jerked the last few sticky strings of cum over the cheeks of her ass and moved out of the way while I bounced my wife on my cock until we came together.

  When Jill and I got home that night, we took a shower together and fucked again. She couldn’t seem to get enough. I pressed her back against the wet tiles and pounded into her until I felt like my legs were giving out.

  Jill wrapped her legs around my waist and pumped her pussy on my cock until she went into a series of orgasms that left her breathless. I continued to fuck her until she released her hold on me and slumped back against the shower wall, satiated at least for the time being.

  * * * *

  I woke up with my cock in Jill’s mouth. She deep-throated me, pulling on my dick with her soft lips, her tongue wrapped around my shaft as she massaged my balls with two. I slid my fingers through her thick, soft hair and pulled her down. Just when I was going to come, she pulled her mouth from my cock and moved up to lay beside me.

  “Wow, what’s gotten into you?” I asked.

  “I don’t know,” she answered in a lazy sort of way. “I’m just thinking about last night, how good it felt to be wild and crazy for a change.”

  “Yeah, I could tell you had fun.”

  “Didn’t you?”

  “I had a good time.”

  “Can we do it again?” she asked.

  She sounded like a little girl begging to ride the merry-go-round.

  “You really want to?”

  “I really do,” she said.

  She wrapped her hand around my cock, giving it a good hard squeeze, then she mounted me and pulled her panties aside, rubbing the head of my dick between her slick pussy lips before inserting it.

  She kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth as she rode my cock, rotating and grinding, riding all the way to the tip before coming down hard. Every once in awhile she came all the way off my cock and rubbed the head of it against her clit, driving me out of my mind.

  “Let’s do it again,” she said. “Just the four of us.” she said, rotating her hips as she came down on me again…

  She hung her tits in my face and I pushed them together so I could alternate between her nipples, sucking and licking and nibbling them, lathering them with saliva as I pulled each one deep into my mouth.

  “Say yes,” she panted. “Say we’ll do it again.”

  “Yes,” I said.

  She rode me hard then, sliding her hips back and forth, keeping my cock trapped in the hot confines of her pussy as she worked her muscles. Her tits bounced as she came up and back down again, slamming her clit hard against my pubic bone. I grabbed her ass and held on. She fell on top of me, pressing her tits down on my chest and burying her face in my neck, gasping and panting as she came. Her pussy tightened around my cock, squeezing like a tight fist, milking the length of it until I let go inside her.

  We lay there for a long time afterward, both of us breathing hard, trying to recover from the intensity of our lovemaking. Before long, Jill was ready to go again, and I started to wonder if I’d be able to keep up.

  * * * *

  I called Max a few days later. He didn’t hesitate when I told him Jill and I wanted another round. I could feel him beaming on the other side of the line.

  “I knew you’d like it once you tried it,” he said.

  “So when do you want to get together?” I asked.

  “Hell, what about tonight?”

  “Tonight, huh?”

  “Why put off ’til tomorrow what you can do today, right? How’s six o’clock?”

  “Sounds good. We’ll see you then.” I said.

  * * * *

  We parked in Max and Candi’s driveway. Max met us on the porch, clasping a big hand on my shoulder as I came up the steps. “You start a new book yet?”

  “The new one hasn’t even had time to breathe, Max” I said.

  “It’s never too early,” he shot back. “Gotta keep the iron in the fire, right?”

  I agreed with him, only because I hadn’t come to spend my night talking about my next book. Truth was, I hadn’t even thought about a new book, and tonight the only thing I was interested in was giving my wife what she wanted.

  Candi was sitting on the couch in the living room with her feet tucked under her butt. She wore a red silk robe, open just enough to expose a good portion of her pale, heavy breasts.

  “Hi, guys,” she said, all bubbles and smiles.

  She came straight over and kissed me on the cheek, then she kissed Jill on the mouth, placing her hands on Jill’s waist as she did. The move surprised me, and by the look on my Jill’s face, she was caught off guard as well.

  “Drinks,” Max said. “Never have a social gathering without drinks. It’s the only way I can enjoy my booze without feeling like an alcoholic.”

  He went over to the bar, broke out a bottle of expensive white wine, and filled four glasses. “To good friends,” he said, raising his glass in a toast.

  We retired to the living room and made ourselves comfortable on the couch. It was a huge couch with a u shape, giving the four of us plenty of room to play. Candi and I sat together on one end, Max and Jill sat on the other.

  It didn’t take long for the action to begin. Candi reached over and stroked my cock through my jeans. I was already half hard. She slid off the couch and knelt between my legs, dragging my zipper down as she went, one hand circling my cock, pulling the smooth pink knob into her mouth.

  Jill followed Candi’s lead and went to work on Max’s cock. I watched as she pumped her fist on his thick shaft while she sucked and nibbled the head of his cock. It surreal in a way, watching Jill give head to Max while his wife blew me.

  I watched Jill and Max for another minute or so, then I laid my head against the back of the couch and enjoyed the way Candi ran her tongue along both sides of my cock. She sucked my balls next, then she deep-throated me and sucked so hard I was sure she’d take my cock right off. She came up for air every so often, then she’d nibble the head of my cock before deep-throating me some more.

  I checked on Jill and Max again. His jeans had been pushed down past his ass. Jill was running her hand up and down the full length of his cock while she licked and sucked his balls. His eyes were closed, and judging by the big grin on his face, he was enjoying himself as much as I was.

  Candi stopped sucking my cock and crawled over next to Jill. As she crawled across the floor, her short silk robe climbed over her ass, showing off her matching thong panties, barely more than a strip of red silk between her plump pussy lips.

  The four of us got naked. Jill and Candi went to work on Max’s erection, kissing each other around it. Candi s
hifted her ass invitingly. I stuck a finger under her thong and found her wet opening. She moaned around Max’s dick as I slid my finger inside her and began fucking her with it.

  She reached back and tugged her thong to one side, uncovering her sweet little box of delight waiting for me there. I withdrew my finger, grabbed her hips, and slid into the velvety heat of her hot box. My stomach collided with her ass, forcing her further down on Max’s cock.

  Jill straddled Max. Candi grabbed hold of his cock and held it as Jill lowered herself down. His thick cock pressed into her, slowly stretching the lips of her pussy as he filled her.

  Candi gave me her full attention, rocking back on my cock. I held her by the waist and drove into her. Her ass jiggled as it collided with my stomach, her tits swung back and forth, and my balls slapped a steady rhythm against her clit.

  She threw her head back, gasping and panting. Her body shook violently as she came. The walls of her pussy locked around my cock like a vise, trapping me until the last shudders of orgasm faded away.

  I jerked my cock from her pussy and painted her ass with my cum, watching as it ran down the insides of her thighs.

  Jill climbed off Max’s cock and let him come between her tits. His cum splashed over her neck and ran down between her boobs. Candi licked some of it from Jill’s neck, then she kissed her on the lips, pushing her tongue into Jill’s mouth. She ran her hands up and covered Jill’s breasts, massaging Max’s cum into Jill’s nipples. I was surprised to see Jill so accepting of the intimacy. She’d always been turned off by the idea of women together sexually, but she seemed more than a little comfortable with Candi’s advances.

  Candi worked her way down, kissing one of Jill’s nipples and then the other. She laid Jill back and kissed her way slowly down until she came to Jill’s belly. She looked up to see if Jill might offer any resistance, and when she didn’t, Candi gently pushed my wife’s legs apart and went down on her.

  It wasn’t long before Jill responded to Candi’s expert manipulations, moaning and gasping as she literally fucked Candi’s face. I’d never seen her lose control like that, and by the time she reached a trembling climax that left her breathless, I was so aroused I could hardly see straight.

  Jill and Candi exchanged lazy kisses, then Jill dropped one hand between Candi’s legs and fingered her. I asked Jill to go down on Candi. She kissed Candi’s stomach first, then she kissed her thighs. I thought she was actually going to do it, but then she slid up beside Candi and sucked on her nipples while she fingered Candi to orgasm.

  It was sunrise when we got home. We went to bed without a shower. I dreamed Jill and Max fucking. I woke up the next afternoon with an uneasy feeling I couldn’t shake.

  * * * *

  Four months passed. We saw Max and Candi at least twice a week for sex parties, and occasionally there were larger gatherings. We decided we were getting too involved in the lifestyle. I was actually the one who suggested we back off. Jill was disappointed, but she agreed to do whatever I thought best.

  Max wanted another book. The man was in his fifties and fit as a fucking teenager. He believed in working hard and playing hard. More power to him, but all the playing had worn me thin, leaving little time to write.

  Jill and I had both neglected our careers. We decided mutually to take a week apart to work. She’s a painter. The entire attic of our house is her studio. I thought it would be a good idea if I went to our cabin to start the new book, leaving Jill behind to paint. Being apart would allow us to focus on work and not each other.

  I arrived at the cabin geared up to write. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s a hell of a retreat for someone wanting to focus on work. Armed with enough junk food and coffee to last a week, my Dell laptop, and a cell phone, I spent between twelve and fifteen hours a day writing. I didn’t talk to Jill once the first three days there.

  I called her late the fourth day. She answered the phone out of breath. She said she’d been painting. She was working on a special project-something she hadn’t done before.

  There were an awkward silence. I heard a faint, rhythmic thumping in the background, the shift of bedsprings, and there was a slight catch in Jill’s voice when she spoke. Someone was in bed with her.

  “Is somebody there?”

  The question came out before I could think about it. I hadn’t meant to sound accusatory. I didn’t want to put her on guard.

  There was silence on the other end of the line.

  “Max and Candi came by,” she said.

  “Oh,” I said.

  I really didn’t know how else to respond.

  “Max asked about the book,” she said.

  “You can tell him it’s going fine,” I said.

  We said bye and hung up. I tried to write again, but I couldn’t shake the image of Jill, Max, and Candi in bed together.

  It was after 3:00 a.m. when I pulled into my driveway and parked behind Max’s car. I let myself into the house as quietly as I could and found the three of them asleep in the bedroom. Jill lay on her side facing Max, one leg draped over him. Candi was curled up behind her.

  A wave of remorse washed over me. I felt like an outsider.

  I went back through the living room, heading for the door. I saw a painting hanging on the wall. It hadn’t been there before. It was an artistic rendition of Jill eating Candi’s pussy. Candi’s legs were draped over Jill’s shoulders, Jill’s hands were under her bottom. Had the painting been inspired by real life or was it simply a product of Jill’s imagination?

  Max was a salesman. He knew how to talk. He could swing just about any deal. That was the reason I’d hired him as my agent, and if the painting was any indication, Max was capable of selling more than the next bestseller.

  I couldn’t blame Max completely. He’d been the impetus behind it all, but each of us had played a role. It was a group effort. I’d known the risks all along. Each of us had taken the same risks. I could walk out the door and end my marriage over a situation I’d helped create, or I could lighten up and live a little.

  I love my wife.

  I headed back to the bedroom, stripping my clothes along the way.

  There was still room for one more in our bed.

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  Mike and Vicki hadn’t been to a club in over a year. The two of them had careers that took up so much of their time that all they did was work and sleep. This little excursion tonight was the first step in a plan to bring back some of the spark that had been missing from their life together-particularly in the sex department.

  Thick dry-ice induced fog hung heavy in the air. Strobe lights flashed constantly, accentuated with an array of colored lights. The dance floor was packed tight with writhing, shaking, grinding bodies.

  Mike and Vicki exited the dance floor, squeezing their way through the crowd, moving toward one of the many bar areas available.

  Vicki had dolled herself up for the occasion. She was a pretty girl-not overtly sexy, but definitely desirable. Tonight she wore a tight black dress, rather short, cut low in front to expose the slopes of her creamy breasts. Her normally straight chestnut-colored hair had been curled for the occasion. She wore lace-patterned stocking and heels.

  Mike hung back, letting his wife lead the way to the bar just so he could check her out from behind. Damn, he was one lucky son of a bitch. How he’d gotten so wrapped up in work that he’d neglected a sweet thing like Vicki was beyond him.

  Mike ordered a Jack the Ripper and Vicki ordered a Palm Beach cocktail. They found an empty table in a dark corner and sat. Conversation was minimal between them because the noise level was too much.

  Mike wasn’t really into the club thing. It had been Vicki’s idea. She liked to dance. Tonight he wanted to make her happy, so he’d made up his mind to follow her lead, even if it meant sitting in an overcrowded club with her.

  They looked around, watching men and women jockey for the best spots. Single men moved in on every new woman that came through the door w
ithout a man at her side. Women struck I’m-available poses, waiting to lure in a horny man willing to lay out the cash for the clubs overpriced drinks.

  “Nice, huh?” Vicki said, leaning across the small round table and raising her voice to be heard in the noise.

  “Yeah, nice,” Mike agreed.

  “I have to go to the bathroom,” Vicki said. “Be right back.”

  She stood, gave him a quick peck on the lips, and vanished into the crowd, heading in the general direction of the bathrooms.

  Mike hoped she would be ready to leave soon. He wanted to take her somewhere for a bite to eat and then home, where he planned to get her naked and spend the rest of the night fucking her. Seeing the looks she drew from some of the guys, and even a few women, gave him a new perspective on her. Sometimes the day-to-day rigors of life had a way of making people take what they had for granted, and Mike knew he’d been taking Vicki for granted for a long time now.

  It went two ways, of course. She’d been wrapped up in her own career lately, so s he hadn’t exactly missed the intimate contact with him. She was doing her best to rectify that situation tonight.

  They both were.

  Vicki returned a few minutes later with a busty, blonde knockout in tow.

  “This is my husband Mike,” Vicki told the blonde, then to Mike, “This is my new friend Cindi. She and I had an interesting conversation waiting in line to use the bathroom.”

  Mike couldn’t help giving Cindi the once over. She wore a short leather skirt with a low-cut top. Her long legs disappeared into black suede boots. Very sexy.

  Cindi joined Mike and Vicki at their table. “I want to take her home with us,” Vicki said over the music.

  “Huh?” Mike asked.

  He wasn’t sure he’d heard her right.

  “I want her to go home with us,” Vicki repeated.

  “Why?” Mike asked.

  He glanced over at Cindi, then at his wife again. “I want her to go to bed with us,” she confessed.