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Liz woke up early Saturday morning, slid out from under her husband's arm and got out of bed. She went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Running her hands through her disheveled hair and over her nude body, Liz examined herself. She cupped her small, but still firm, breasts and looked at the hickey Jerry left between her globes. Smiling, she stepped back and moved her hands over her stomach, wishing it was still as flat as it was in her younger years.

When she moved her hands over her neatly trimmed mons and between her legs, she felt the crusty remains of her husband's semen. They had enjoyed a night of slow, loving, and very passionate lovemaking after leaving the other couples.

Reflecting on the past few months, Liz could hardly believe that she was seeing the same woman. She thought about how mundane her, and her husband's, life had become prior to meeting their new friends. How everyday ran into the next with little change, and how they had lost what little passion they had for each other.

Turning around, Liz studied her backside, promising herself she would start to work out and tighten her buttocks. She could still remember how there once was a crease where her legs met her bottom, but it had disappeared long ago. Now it was difficult to tell where the back of her thighs stopped and her bottom began.

Liz went to the tub and began to fill it with hot water. She poured bath oil, supplied by the hotel, into the water and watched as it began to foam. When the temperature was right and the tub full, she stepped into the bath and lowered herself into the silky water. She inhaled the fragrant aroma the bath oil provided and settled back, stretching her legs out in front of her.

Resting her head on the ledge of the large tub, Liz closed her eyes and again began to reflect on the resent changes in her life. She thought back to the night in the Grahams' hot tub and the things she and her husband did. Things they had never done in their sexual lives alone, let alone in front of others.

Liz recalled the feeling of the water jet, in Marge's hot tub, against her crotch and the touch of another woman. She remembered in vivid detail her first experience of performing oral sex and wondered if ingesting her husband's semen had somehow feed a sleeping monster deep within her.

Running her hands over her breasts and down to her crotch, Liz thought about Jerry's penis exploding in her mouth and the taste of his cum. She rubbed her fingers between the folds of her labia, touched her clitoris, and recalled the exquisite feeling of her husband's tongue when he licked her for the first time.

"What a night!" She said out loud to herself.

In the span of a few wonderful hours she had transformed from a sexual prude into a borderline nymphomaniac. She masturbated, sucked Jerry's penis, and received oral sex, all firsts. Pushing her finger into her vagina, Liz moaned and felt the excitement of her touch telegraph through her body.

Liz slowly brought herself closer and closer to orgasm as she fingers probed her opening and danced over her engorged clit. She moaned softly and rubbed one of her breasts with her other hand, pulling at her hard nipple. Her self-induced sexual bliss was interrupted by the sound of Jerry's voice.

"That is the most beautiful sight I've seen in a long time," she heard him say.

Opening her eyes, Liz looked up at her husband as he stood staring into the bathtub. She smiled at him, but didn't stop what she was doing. Her eyes traveled from Jerry's grinning face to his crotch and locked on his expanding penis. An unquenchable desire came over her and she scrambled to her knees and faced her husband.

With one hand still buried in her heated crotch, she reached for Jerry's penis with the other. Gently, she pulled him closer to the tub and stroked his shaft with her slippery hand. Leaning over the edge of the tub, Liz opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and swiped it over the tip of his manhood. She giggled as his penis jumped at her touch and she covered the spongy helmet with her mouth. After rubbing her tongue along the underside of his penis, she removed her mouth and looked up into his eyes.

"Good morning sweetheart, is this big hard cock for me?" She asked, taking him back into her mouth, covering half his length, and then pulling back. "Is this my breakfast?"

Jerry groaned and nodded his head as he watched his wife open her mouth, take him in and clamp her lips around his shaft. She could taste the salty remains of their lovemaking from the night before and pushed forward until his bulbous head was at the opening of her throat. Jerry watched his wife's cheeks cave in as she applied suction to his penis and moaned in pleasure as she began to bob her head along its length.

Liz rolled her clit with her fingers as she sucked on her husband. She removed her hand from his shaft, gripped the back of his leg, and pulled him towards her. Leaning forward, Jerry put his hands against the wall behind his wife and began to move his hips. He steadied himself with his knees against the edge of the tub and slid his member in and out of Liz's warm moist mouth.

Pulling her head back and letting him out of her mouth, Liz looked up and said, "Fuck my mouth Jerry. Shove your cock down my throat and feed me your hot cum."

Liz took his penis back into her mouth, tilted her head back, and waited for him to slide his shaft along her lips. Jerry slowly moved, pushing in until he bumped the back of her mouth and then pulled back so only the head of his penis was hidden. When he entered her throat, Liz gagged slightly and Jerry started to pull back. She dug her fingers into the back of his thigh and pushed her head forward, allowing him deeper into her throat. Fighting off her reflexes, she groaned as his thick member filled her tight opening and then pulled back to breath.

Jerry could see her fingers working feverously between her legs as he moved in and out of her mouth. Liz's eyes were opened wide and filled with lust as she took all he offered, sucking firmly as he pulled back. Jerry removed one of his hands from the wall, grabbed the back of her head, and began to pump his penis in and out of her mouth in an uncontrolled motion. Liz felt his testicles slap against her chin as her husband continued to thrust into her mouth, and felt his thigh muscles begin to tighten.

Liz drove the fingers of the hand between her legs deep into her vagina and moved the other one from her husband's thigh to his shaft. She controlled the depth of his thrusts, wanting to taste his semen on her rapid moving tongue. When she felt Jerry's penis begin to swell, she made a circle with her thumb and forefinger around the base of his shaft and squeezed.

Jerry groaned as he felt his cum well up in his testicles and surge against her vice-like grip.

"I'm going to explode!" He yelled as he tried to wiggle away from her hand and allow his semen to be released.

Liz backed off until only the head of his penis was in her sucking mouth and tightened her lips firmly around his shaft. She could feel his shaft swelling in her hand and finally released her grip, allowing his cum to flood her mouth. Surge after strong surge of hot semen splattered against the roof of her mouth and she fought the urge to swallow. When Jerry's ejaculations changed to a dribble, Liz slowly milked the last few drops on to her tongue with her hand.

Jerry felt his legs shaking as his wife removed his penis from her mouth. She gazed up at him, showing him the pool of semen in her open mouth. When Jerry smiled, she moved her tongue and let him watch his cum drain into her throat. Liz licked her lips several times and sat back in the tub.

"Where did you learn that trick?" Jerry asked as he sat on the edge of the tub.

"Dianne told me about it. Did you like it?"

"I've never cum like that before Lizzie, it felt like my balls were going to bust. When you let go, it was like my cum was being sucked out of my head."

Liz giggled and turned to lie back in the tepid water. She put her foot on the valve for the hot water, turned it on, and waited for the temperature to rise. Jerry stepped into the tub, moved her forward, and slid in behind her. He put his arms around her body and folded them across her chest, resting them on her breasts. Liz leaned her head back, placed it against his chest, and put her hands on his arms.

When the water began to get too deep and ran the risk of overflowing the tub, Liz opened the drain valve with her toes. She waited for the level to subside and flipped the leaver up, closing the drain. When the water was warm again, she turned off the valve and lowered her leg.

The couple relaxed in the warm water, enjoying the closeness. Liz rubbed Jerry's forearm lightly with her fingertips, thinking about her new attitude regarding sex, and the many pleasures she had enjoyed ever since the transformation.

"Jerry," she whispered. "Are you as happy as I am about the way things have changed?"

Kissing her on top of her head, he replied, "Yes honey."

"I don't understand why you stayed with me, the way I was. You are such a kind man and you never pushed me about sex at all. Now that I see how much I deprived you of, I guess I wouldn't have blamed you if you took a lover or just left."

"Lizzie, I love you so much that it never crossed my mind to leave. I considered a mistress a couple of times, but decided that you meant more to me than sex. I must admit however, I don't jack-off nearly as often as I use to."

"You still masturbate?"

"Yes, sometimes. Only now I think about the things we have done with each other instead of the things I would like to do. When ever I think about the first time you gave me a blowjob I get hard and can hardly control myself."

Liz chuckled as she thought about her husband with his hand around his penis, stroking himself. She moved one of her hands between her legs and toyed with her clitoris.

"I want to watch you sometime."

"Watch me do what? Jack-off?"

"Yes Jerry, I want to see you use your hand to play with your cock until you shoot your cum."

"Okay, if you want me too. I would do it right now, but after that great head job you just gave me I don't think I can get it up."

Liz wiggled her back against his flaccid penis and giggled. After a moment she stopped laughing and asked, "What else do you think about when you jack-off Jerry?"

"I don't know Lizzie..."

"Do you think about Megan Jerry? Do you think about the night you fucked our daughter and she sucked your cock?"

"Well... yes, I think about that sometimes," he admitted. "Most of the time I think about you though."

"You want to do it again, don't you? You would love to put your big cock in Megan's hot little cunt and fuck her again wouldn't you?"

Liz could hear her husband's breathing change, getting heavier. She felt his penis begin to stir against her back, as he remained silent. She increased the speed of her fingers on her crotch as she continued to tease him.

"You loved fucking our little girl Jerry! You loved shoving your hard prick in and out of her pussy and making her cum."

Jerry squirmed in the tub, rubbing his rejuvenated penis against his wife's bare back. He glanced down and noticed that she was playing with herself and realized that she was turning herself on as much as she was exciting him.

"Yes Lizzie, I want to fuck Megan again. I want to fuck her while you're in the same bed watching me stuffing her tight hole with my cock. I want to cum in her pussy and watch you suck my seed out of her and clean my cock with your mouth."

Liz's fingers moved at a rapid pace over her clit. She moaned out loud as she shoved two fingers into her vagina and twisted them. Jerry moved his hands to her hips, gripped her, and lifted her up. He slid down slightly and placed his hard penis between her legs. When she felt his member against the back of her hand, she seized him and guided him into her opening.

"Oh yes!" she cried out as his penis sank into her slick vagina. "Fuck me Jerry, fuck me hard!"

Liz began to bounce on her husband's lap, causing the water in the tub to splash up the sides. She leaned forward, put her hands on his thighs, and continued to slam herself up and down on him. Jerry placed his fingertip on her clit and rubbed it roughly as she impaled herself on his rigid shaft.

Suddenly, Liz's body tightened and began to shake. Her orgasm coursed through her body and she shoved her bottom down hard into Jerry's lap. He could feel her vagina convulse around his penis as her climax rose to its pinnacle and she screamed out in lustful pleasure. When her orgasm subsided, she fell limp in his lap, his still rigid member buried in her vagina.

Liz remained still for several minutes and then put her hands on the edges of the tub. She lifted herself slowly until she felt Jerry's penis pull out of her vagina and she sat back into the water. Turning around, she knelt between his legs, took his face in her hands, and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

"Jerry," she said softly as she leaned back so she could look into his eyes. "Do you think we are going too far? Do you think our new altitude about sex is a little on the bazaar side?"

"No honey, do you?"

"I really don't know how I feel Jerry. Sometimes I feel like a slut or a cheap whore when I talk and act like I just did, but if the truth were known, I love it. I love to feel used and nasty, I love to think about you having sex with other women and me with other men. I love to have group sex with the others and I love the thought of you and Megan."

"Lizzie," Jerry said as he stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. "We are only judged on our actions, not our feelings, our thoughts, or our fantasies. Besides, what business is it of other people what we do or say in private? As long as we are okay with everything, and the others in our life are okay with it, no harm, no foul."

"I need to get out of this water before I look like a prune," Liz chuckled.

Jerry stood up and extended his hand to Liz. She took it and he pulled her to her feet. Liz opened the drain, pulled the curtain closed and turned on the shower. Turning to face Jerry, she noticed his penis was still erect. She took it into her hand, stroked its length a couple of times and then let it go.

"You're going to have to wait a while before I can take care of that thing for you," she said, grinning. "Unless you want to take care of it yourself."

Liz picked up a bar of soap and Jerry wrapped his fingers around his penis. He watched her cover her body with foamy suds as he stroked himself. When Liz saw what he was doing, she stopped washing herself to watch.

"Jerry," Liz said in a low sexy voice. "I have a confession to make. You know how turned on you get thinking about Megan? Well I get that way thinking about Jack. I fantasize about Jack and Megan in bed with me, and feeling his young cock in my pussy. I can almost taste Megan's hot cunt when I think about having my face between her legs while her boyfriend takes me from behind."

The soft sound of Liz's voice and the vivid description of her desires excited Jerry. He began to hammer his fist over his rigid penis as he visualized his wife being screwed by Jack.

"I want to feel Jack's prick swell up in my cunt and his cum fill me Jerry. I want to have his slick cock in my mouth and clean his cum off of it after he fucked me."

Jerry groaned as his testicles pulled up and his penis began to spray his wife with his semen. He continued to pump his member until the last drop of his cum dribbled out of the slit in the tip and onto the floor of the tub. Still holding his softening member, Jerry leaned back against the wall of the shower and gasped for breath.

"I thought that would turn you on lover," Liz chuckled as she spread his semen over her stomach and breasts.

"Fucking right," he choked out. "What an image. For a second there, I thought you were serious about fucking Jack."

Liz took the soap and resumed washing herself. She looked up at her husband's flush face and smiled.

"I was serious Jerry," she cooed.

Jerry just shook his head and then took the soap from his wife. He thought about what she had said as he rubbed the bar briskly over his body. Once they were finished, Liz turned off the water and pulled the shower curtain aside. She grabbed two towels off the rack, handed one to Jerry and began to rub the other over her body. When she was dry, she wrapped the towel around her wet hair, stepped out of the tub, and slipped into one of the plush white terrycloth robes the hotel provided.

Jerry also put on a robe and followed his wife out into the living room of the suite. Bob and Dianne were sitting on a couch, dressed in matching robes, and drinking coffee. Liz went over to the cart room service had delivered and poured a cup of the hot coffee for herself and her husband. She handed Jerry the cup she had fixed for him and sat next to Dianne on the couch.

"Well?" Dianne said to Liz.

Liz looked at her and said, "Well what?"

"Did he fuck you?" Dianne asked with a chuckle. "We could hear you begging for it from out here."

Liz's face turned bright red and she too giggled. "Yes he did, thank you very much, he fucked my brains out."

"Who got their brains fucked out," Anne asked as she and Don walked into the room.

"Liz did," Bob replied, looking out from behind his newspaper. "Where are Marc and Marge?"

"They must still be in bed," Don said as he poured coffee for himself and his sister.

"You guys must have had a long night," Jerry said.

"I had a wonderful night," Anne said with a smile. "I don't know about Marge and Marc."

Anne pulled out a chair, sat next to her brother at the table, and sipped her coffee. Don reached for one of the Danish rolls on the table, tore it in half, and offered Anne a piece. She took the roll from her brother and bit into it.

When Marc and Marge joined the rest of the group, they started to make plans for the day. Jerry turned the television on and tuned in the local weather. The report was for a sunny day with temperatures in the low fifties and a mild breeze.

"It seems like it should be a nice day today," Jerry said. "What do you folks want to see?"

"The shops on Fifth Avenue," Marge said. "I want to do more shopping before we leave. Other than that, the only other thing I would really like to do, is take a buggy ride through Central Park."

"I've heard that a ride on the Staten Island Ferry provides a great view of the Statue Of Liberty," Marc offered. "I don't know if we have time to visit the statue on this trip, but I would love to at least see it."

The four couples lounged around in their robes, drinking coffee and planning their itinerary. Once they had eaten the sweet rolls and bagels that Bob ordered, they decided to get dressed and head out to see the sights.

"Don't forget, dress to shop," Liz called out as each couple made their way into their own room.

"Did you and Marc have a good night?" Don asked Marge as he watched her slip her robe off her shoulders.

"Yes, how about you and Anne, did you two catch up on old times?"

"It was nice Marge. It's been a long time since we spent an entire night with our siblings."

Marge nodded and stepped in front of her husband. She untied the belt of his robe and pushed it open, revealing his nude body. Reaching down, Marge picked up Don's flaccid penis and held it in her hand. She stroked the top of his shaft with her thumb as she slowly moved her hand over its growing length.

"Did your sister save anything for me?" Marge chuckled.

"Of course Marge, there is always some for my baby. Do you think we have time for a quickie before we go?" Don asked as he lifted the weight of her breasts with the palms of his hands and teased her nipples with his thumbs.

"Mmmm, maybe," she replied, pulling him towards the bed by his penis and sitting on the edge. "You know I can't refuse a quickie!"

Don felt her lips close around the head of his penis and her tongue swirl around the ridge. He put his hands on the sides of her head and pushed forward, sliding his shaft past her lips and into her warm wet mouth. Marge sucked on him as she slowly bobbed her head on his rigid penis. When Don started to move his hips in unison with her head, she stopped and sat back.

"That's enough for now sweetie," she said. "We'd better get dressed."

"You mean your going to leave me with a hard-on? Aren't you going to finish sucking my cock, or let me fuck you?"

"Not right now," she chuckled. "I want you to think about what you're going to get later. I might just try to keep you up all day."

The group met in the living room of Jerry and Liz's suite after they finished dressing. The women all wore slacks and sweaters, the men jeans and long sleeved shirts. Jerry was on the phone, talking to someone.

"He should be finished in a few minutes," Liz said. "Something came up with about his client."

Everyone chatted about the upcoming day as they waited for Jerry to finish his business. Don and Bob each poured a cup of coffee and sat at the dining table, the woman discussed the shopping they would be doing that afternoon. Marc picked up a newspaper and began to read the front page.

"Sorry about that," Jerry said as he hung up the telephone. "This client is trying to keep his house and few other assets he put up to start the business. Things are turning ugly for him."

"Do you think you'll be able to help him salvage his home?" Don asked.

"We should be able to. The courts don't like to take a person's home if it can be avoided. It all depends on the creditors and how hard-lined they are," Jerry replied as he filled a coffee cup and sat at the table.

If you will excuse me," Jerry said. "I need to call Sam Mitchell and talk with him for a few minutes. I'll be ready to go soon."

"We all know you're here on business Jerry," Marc said. "Do what ever you need to do."

Jerry took his coffee, went into his bedroom and closed the door. After several minutes, he came back out into the living room and announced he was ready to go. The group put on their jackets, filed out the door of the suite and headed to the elevators. Once on the street outside the hotel, they all followed Jerry to the entrance to the subways.

Don bought tokens for everyone and they went through the turnstile and onto the platform to wait for the next train. When the train pulled up and the doors opened, they all got on. They quickly found seats and sat down just as the doors closed and the subway train lurched forward. As the train made its way along the route to the south end of the island, the lights flickered on and off.

"Why do the lights do that?" Anne asked.

"I'm not real sure," Jerry said. "The trains are electric and get their power from the tracks. I guess that when they go over bad spots, the lights flicker."

Dianne commented on the lack of passengers and how she had always imagined the subway to be crowded like the movies she'd seen. Jerry explained that on Saturday, there were very few people in Manhattan, but during the week the trains were very crowded. When they reached their stop, Jerry led them off the train and up to street level.

The group walked along the almost deserted streets, making their way to the Staten Island ferry. They boarded the ferry, went to the bow, and stood outside in the cool morning air. When the large boat left the dock, Jerry asked if anyone wanted coffee.

"That sounds good," Liz said. "I'll help you go and get it."

Jerry and his wife left, went inside, and returned with coffee for everyone. The group could see the Statue of Liberty in the distance and continued to watch it, as they got closer. While they stood on the deck watching the scenery, they drank their hot coffee and commented about the sights. The ferry docked at Staten Island and most of the passengers got off. A new group got on the boat and soon they were on their way back to Manhattan.

After the ferry ride, they walked to South Street Sea Port and wandered around the shops and other sights. They had a seafood lunch at one of the restaurants that was in the mall and toured a Tall Sailing Ship that had been converted to museum. During the morning and into the afternoon, Jerry received and placed several phone calls.

The group rode the subway back up-town and the women shopped along Fifth Avenue. Laden with packages, they took cabs back to the hotel to put away their purchases.

Marge took her bags into her bedroom and placed them on the bed. She removed the contents and showed her husband what she had bought.

"I picked this up for Kim," Marge said, holding up a pair of slacks and a sweater.

Don nodded as he watched his wife take item after item out of the bags and place them on the bed. When she was finished, she went to Don and put her arms around his waist. She put her head against his chest and rubbed her hand up and down his back.

"Are you having a good time Marge?" Don asked his wife.

"Mmmm, yes I am honey. It is fun to be away with you and our friends, but I do miss the kids. I hope they're okay."

"I'm sure they're doing fine Marge, they're good kids. I don't think we have anything to worry about with them."

"Don, do you think the boys will stay away from the girls tonight, or go over to our house?"

"Well," Don chuckled. "If it was you, Anne, Marc and I in that situation, I know what we would have done. We would have been together as soon as we could. I think our kids will do as we asked them though, we have never given them any reason to sneak around."

Don and Marge discussed the kids for a few more minutes and then went to find out what the others were up to. When they went into the living room they shared with Marc and Anne, they found them relaxing on the couch.

"What's the plan for the rest of the afternoon?" Marge asked.

"Bob and Dianne want to lie down for a bit and rest," Anne said. "Jerry is on the phone and Liz is in the bedroom with him. I guess we are going to head for Central Park in about an hour or so."

Marge sat down and began to remove her shoes. "If we have an hour, I'm going to get comfy. My feet are a little sore from all the walking this morning."

"I already did," Anne said as she held up her foot and displayed her socks. "I think I may shed these slacks too."

"If you take off your pants," Marc chuckled. "I may just have a little afternoon snack."

Smiling at her husband, Anne unfastened the button on her slacks and pulled down the zipper. She stood up, pushed her pants over her hips and removed them.

"Okay sweetie, come and get it," Anne said as she removed her panties and sat on the couch.

Marc knelt on the floor between his wife's legs and gazed up into her crotch. He put his hands on the tops of her legs, slid them up and rubbed his thumbs over her labia. Anne leaned back and giggled as her husband stroked her soft flesh and pulled her open. Leaning forward, Marc ran the tip of his tongue between the soft folds, lingering at her clitoris.

Don and Marge sat opposite Marc and Anne, watching them. They could see the look of pleasure on Anne's face as Marc busied his tongue on her crotch. Marge stretched out on the couch, put her hear on Don's leg and closed her eyes. She moved her hand to his crotch and massaged him as he parted his legs and groaned.

Placing his hand on Marge's head, Don ran his fingers through her hair. He felt her hand stop moving, looked down and saw she was asleep. Leaning his head back, Don closed his eyes and tried to nap as Marc continued to lap at Anne across the room.

Anne lifted her legs and put them over Marc's shoulders. He slid his hands under her bottom and gripped her cheeks as he pushed his tongue into her vagina. Taking her clit between his lips and tapping at it with his tongue, Marc felt his wife dig her heals into his back and try to pull him closer. When she started to moan, he pulled his head away and let her clam down.

Marc kept up his teasing for the next thirty minutes, bringing her close to her climax and then backing away. When Anne started to beg for relieve, he nibbled her clitoris until she came. Her orgasm was somewhat restrained, but pleasurable. Her body tightened and her vagina tingled as Marc pushed a finger into her and slowly stroked her quivering walls. When she pushed him away, Marc got up and sat next to Anne.

"Thanks honey," Anne said. "I'm all relaxed now."

"You want to take a short nap? Looks like Don and my sister are already out."

Anne pulled her panties back on, stretched out on the couch and invited Marc to join her. He lie next to her, put his arm around her body and began to squeeze one of her breasts. The two drifted off to sleep in one another's arms.

Dianne woke Marge and Don after about an hour and told them it was time to go. Marge sat up, rubbed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Okay Dianne," Marge said. "I'll wake Anne and Marc and we'll be over in a few minutes."