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Every morning over the past four years, my fitness game plan is to take a three-mile jog, weather permitting. If the neighbors don't see me, I get phone calls asking if I'm okay. Apparently, neighbors set their watches by me each morning. One memorable spring morning the weather was cooperating. In fact, it was one of those cool but warming spring and cloudless days that makes a person feel energetically alive. I was so inspired by the day, I even considered doing some yard work. You have to know me to realize that yard work for me is like having root canal.

On the way home, I passed by the Williams' house where I saw Craig and his two daughters packing the car as if they were going on a picnic.

"Hey, Craig," I yelled. "Great day!"

"For sure," he shouted back. "I'm off with the girls to the rodeo. You know how they love horses."

I didn't know but then, I guess all young girls love horses. "Where's Elise? Doesn't she like horses?" I asked.

"Oh, she likes the rodeo alright but today is her birthday, and she wants to spend it shopping."

"Then I'll stop in and wish Elise a happy birthday."

"She's not exactly ready to receive guests, Carl if you know what I mean?"

"I don't mind," and we both laughed. "You all have a great time today," I said as they drove away.

It took a while before Elise answered the door. "Sorry, Carl," she said. "I was just about to take a shower and had to find a robe." She looked stunning even without makeup.

"I just wanted to stop by and wish you a happy birthday," and I gave her a hug. She gave me a bear hug and didn't pull away like I thought she would. I could feel her bountiful breasts as they pressed against my Nike t-shirt. She probably felt my growing erection poking through my running shorts as well.

"Thanks. Ya want to join me over a cup of coffee?" I just started a fresh pot.

"Sure. Why aren't you at the rodeo?"

She looked away, but I could see tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't know, Carl. It's just not how I wanted to spend today."

"You mean, it's not exactly your birthday wish."

"I guess not," she said wiping her eyes with the robe which began to loosen so that I had a clear view of one of her amazing tits. It was obvious she was nude under the robe but made no attempt to cover up. If it wasn't my neighbor, Elise, I'd think she was seducing me but then, maybe I've been wrong about Elise.

"What is on your bucket list for today?"

"Well," she said, "maybe a day without the kids, dinner at a nice restaurant, followed by a romantic night."

"The day's not over, Elise. The kids are with Craig and the others still can happen."

"To be honest, Carl, not the romantic night. Things haven't been all that great lately."

"Things?" I asked but knew where she was going with this.

"Yes, and if you have to know, things in the bedroom."

"Do you want to be more explicit?"

She took a sip of coffee, then said, "You mean you want me to tell you about our private life?"

"That's up to you. We're good friends and I hate to see you unhappy."

"Okay, it's like this. To be explicit, like you asked, I'm horny all the time, and Craig has lost interest."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Oh, the closer I've gotten to forty my biological urges have moved up a couple of notches. I liked sex before that but now it's at a different level."

"I had no idea you were forty. My god, Elise, you look ten years younger and have a great body."

"You mean my boobs that you've been staring at since you walked in."

"Not exactly staring but they are very nice."

"Ya know, it's funny. They haven't always been like this. After my second daughter was born, they really filled out." And she opened her robe to show me. "What do you think?"

"I think you're seducing me." She gave me a sly smile. "But if you are asking me about your tits, they're magnificent. They make the women on those MILF websites look inferior." Not only were her tits large, but they had the perfect pear shape with no sign of a middle-age sag.

"What's a MILF website, Carl?"

"You don't browse Internet porn?"

"Occasionally. I've seen a few when Craig looks at them. It isn't something I watch very often with my girls always looking over my shoulder."

"Did you ever see something you liked?"

"I guess, then it makes me wish it was me in some of the scenes. Everyone looks so spontaneous and anxious to fuck. Oops, sorry for my dirty mouth. So what's a MILF?"

"Women like you, only not as pretty. You might try Googling it."

"What does MILF stand for? I assume it has something to do with sex."

"Yes. It means Mothers I'd Like to Fuck. Most of the women are about your age."

"Really. Do women like me actually make porn videos?"

"Some are amateurs, some are not. Some are sexy but there aren't many as attractive as you."

She shot a discerning glance at me and said, "So you watch a lot of porn, right?"

"Not a lot. Just when I need some stimulation."

"Do you need stimulation now, Carl?"

"Definitely. Now that I think of it, Elise, when I ran past the church before coming here, the sign said, 'Love one another.' Do you agree?"

"Well, Carl, if you are suggesting what I think you're suggesting, I couldn't agree more. We just wouldn't want to disappoint the Lord, now would we? Anyway, not today. I want to see how tonight's evening of romance with Craig works out before making any commitments. By the way, how are you and Melinda getting along? When was the last time you two had sex?"

"Last week. I think she has always looked at sex as her wifely duty. Melinda never really gets into it that much. How about you?

"Oh, I get into it alright."

"I mean when was the last time you and Craig fucked each other?"

Last month. Really, I'm not sure it was even then. I bought a toy, though. It helps me through the week."

"That's what I really love about you, Elise. You are always so impulsively honest about yourself."

"You mean an open book."

"Yes, and faultlessly truthful. That's going to put you in front of the line at the Pearly Gates."

"Thanks, but I hope not soon. I just wish I wasn't always like that but in my case, it just happens."

I drank the rest of my coffee and got up from the table to leave. "Aren't you going to give me a happy birthday kiss?" she whimpered.

"I wouldn't pass it up for the world," and we sealed it with a kiss so passionate that it would have made the Rodin sculpture appear to be shaking hands.

She dropped her robe as I turned to leave and said, "Keep in touch, Carl. I'm anxious to do God's work."

Oh my God, I thought. Heaven can wait, but I'm not sure I can.

I hadn't heard from Elise for a couple of weeks. Apparently, she had second thoughts about her desire to do God's work.

Finally, I sent her a text. "How was your romantic birthday evening?"

"One and done," she wrote. "Hardly got my heart rate above the speed limit. Meet me tomorrow for a romantic dinner, AND(?) at Hotel Bennett, eight PM. We might stay later after dinner."

My return message was short and to the point, "k" The Bennett is a half hour out of town and the finest hotel for miles.

Elise was dressed elegantly, accented with pearls dangling just above a low cut top showing a generous amount of cleavage. She had a handbag sitting next to her large enough to hold a refrigerator. I wore a tie but no jacket and wished I had worn my tux to match her exquisite outfit. She was already seated with a glass of Chardonnay in front of her. She smiled at me when I sat down.

Her first words were, "I booked a room for us before you got here. Is that alright?"

"Fine. Looks like you'll be staying for the week," pointing to a large bag by her side.

"Oh, this. It just has a few essentials. I call it my elephant bag."

"Do you think I'll like the essentials?"

"I hope so. By the way, I watched a few MILF vids as you suggested."

"Did you enjoy them?"

"Yes, but you were way too generous when comparing me with them. There are many women much prettier than me. Some of them were even doing it with boys about the age of our neighbor Derrick. I mean with kids no older than seventeen or eighteen."

"Did that turn you on or something else?"

"Well, yes but I'm not a pervert. I think group sex intrigues me more."

"Have you done that?"

"Of course not, but it's fun imagining it. What turns you on, Carl?"

"You mean other than you?"

She frowned and said, "Answer the question."

"Everything that has to do with fucking, of course. Group sex and swinging is an interesting way for couples to get better acquainted, but like you, I've never done it. I like girls with nice bodies and pretty faces. I especially like spontaneous women, someone that knows what she wants and tells a man how she wants it."

"I like that, Carl," she said. "Just so you know, I like it on top. Craig finishes before I have a chance to do what I like. He's the religious type too because he thinks the missionary position is the only way to have sex."

"Let's continue with this conversation after dinner," I suggested. "Then we can get better acquainted ourselves."

We ordered. An hour and a half later, I motioned to the waiter to bring the check.

Elise smiled at me and said, "So we both like the same things."

"It seems that way, but I think we've left out some of the details. For instance, how old were you the first time? How was it?"

"I was seventeen back then. It was amazing! I was in heaven the first time. It was just amazing. Really, it was like a fairytale come true. It was the first time I felt like a real woman."

"Was it your boyfriend or a one-night stand?"

"It was with Craig. We're high school sweethearts."

"Nice. Is he the only one or have you had other sex partners?"

"I've had others, mostly in college."

"How many?"

"My, you are inquisitive. Maybe ten or twelve. How about you?"

"About the same. I never notched my bedpost to keep track."

"Have you had sex with a married woman like me before?" she asked.

"Yes, my wife," and I gave her my most innocent smile.

She sounded annoyed when she said, "Give me a break. I've been honest with you."

"Okay, once. There was this woman I worked with who was getting a divorce, so I didn't think it was adultery."

"Yes, but when we go upstairs, it will be adultery."

"Of course, but we'll be following the word of God," I said trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. "Let me ask you, Elise. Have you ever had an orgasm?"

"Sure, but most of the time with my vibrator."

"How about a man?"

"Not very often. I'd like that to change, maybe even tonight. Look, I brought along a bottle of brandy. Let's open it upstairs," she suggested.

"Sounds like it's time to follow the scriptures," I told her.

"How's that, Carl?"

"You know, 'Thou shalt love thy neighbor.'" She giggled all the way up to the room.

I really didn't know how to get it on with Elise so I asked, "How are you feeling about this so far?"

"Pretty good but nervous. That's why I brought the brandy. How about you?"

"The same. She reached into her bag of essentials and pulled out a flask and two shot glasses. We both let the brandy hit the back of our throats in one gulp, then a second.

"I'm feeling better already, Carl," and she pulled down her top. "I think you've seen these before, so it's like old times. Suck my nipples, won't you Carl?"

I pulled off my tie, opened my collar and went to work. Elise stood like a statue while I sculpted her tits with my tongue and lips until she finally fell on the bed. "Eat me out, Carl. I want you to eat my cunt until it hurts."

I pulled off the rest of her gown, my shirt, and pants. She was totally naked and shaved bald. My lips on her pussy were like kissing a sweet juicy peach. Elise let there be no doubt she was feeling an extreme level of satisfaction. Her hips gyrated. Her legs wrapped around my neck forcing me deeper between her legs. Her orgasms were coming quickly from deep into her pelvis. Elise sighs and moans shouted pleasures louder than words. She had entered another world, another universe. When she finally calmed down, Elise took another shot of brandy and said, "Clean me up, then I'll take care of you." I poured a little brandy on her pussy to sterilize it, of course, then licked her clean.

"Tell me what you want, Carl."

"Lick my cock and balls like they are candy. Suck my prick like it's a lollypop. If you can, get it as deep into your throat as possible. Then after I cum in your mouth, wash it down with the brandy."

She was much more of an expert than I had imagined. Elise was an enviable cock sucker and could deep throat with the best of them. I loved the way she treated my rod with her tongue, gliding up and down the shaft, then teasing the head with her lips. She even seemed to enjoy my cum as it exploded into her throat. "My god, Carl, you have such yummy cum. I could get hooked on that. Maybe it was the brandy, but I doubt it."

We had been having sex for an hour and hadn't even fucked each other.

"Hey Carl, there's a video on my tablet. It's in my bag. I want to see what you think while you're getting your strength back. Elise turned on her iPad, and we watched a swingers party at an upscale apartment. There were three couples changing partners as often as basketball teams trade baskets. The video had everything including anal, and DP. "Have you tried anal, Elise?"

"No, Craig won't do it. We can try if you want but let's be more traditional at first."

"Sure. I'm ready to fuck your eyeballs out with you on top, of course!"

What amazed me was how tight she was even after having two kids. There was no doubt how much she enjoyed being the cowgirl as she rode my cock for what seemed like a never-ending rodeo. Her mouth was opened gasping for air; her eyes rolled back until we both climaxed and were exhausted. I had now been drained for a second time, and I didn't know if I could get it up for a third. She fell into my arms and I whispered, "You should have gone to the rodeo on your birthday, Elise. You're quite good at riding broncos."

Elise took her bag and headed to the bathroom as I fell asleep. Sleep is a good antidote to fucking if a man expects to recover. There's no telling how long it was before I woke up with her pussy in my face and her lips wrapped around my dick. "I think you're good for one more time, Carl," she said seductively. She was right as my cock began to grow as fast as Jack's beanstalk. "I'm ready to try anal, my dear cowboy. I want you to break me in. While you were resting, I douched and took the liberty to clean myself out as they advise in Cosmo. I'm ready now but I brought you a condom, in case. She tore open the foil package and gently rolled the rubber sock down my pulsing cock.

"I think we need a lubricant for this," I cautioned.

"Yes, it's in my bag. I'll get it." It was clear that she had came prepared and thought of everything. "Don't spare the lube. Use the whole tube if you have to," she said nervously.

I squeezed out a glob and rubbed it between her cheeks. Another glob covered my finger that I carefully slid into her butt hole. After I repeated it a second time, I covered my cock making it look like a slippery eel covered with slime.

I tried to get it in without her help, but it was obvious she needed to pull her ass cheeks apart if I ever hoped to penetrate her bunghole. It went in slowly, too slowly for her. "Jesus, Carl, what are you waiting for? Get that fuckin' thing inside me."

So I pushed in harder, halfway at first. Then I pulled back and finally went in balls deep, and she let out a desperate cry. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," she repeated. "Hold it there, don't move while I get used to you in there."

I waited for as long as my self-control would hold out. Elise seemed to have relaxed when I began to fuck her ass, slowly at first, then furiously banging into her butt. She moaned and wept and cried out in a way I couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or pain. If her vagina was tight, her asshole was like a vise. We were at it for so long, I had to lube up a second time. When I pushed in again, there was no need for her help. Her pink butt hole was as big and round as a donut.

"Don't stop, Carl. I'm beginning to like this," she pleaded breathlessly. I didn't stop. Finally, I filled the reservoir at the end of the condom after a satisfying finish.

Mercifully, before she begged for one more time, our evening ended.

I had never cheated on my wife before, and I didn't intend on doing it again. That's what the brain says. The body parts below the belt disagreed. Life works in mysterious ways, and certainly not in ways that are either planned or anticipated. That is how Elise and I hooked up at the Bennett. It was also what the future had in store for me

I hadn't contacted or heard from Elise for several weeks before we unexpectedly met at the grocery store. "Hi, Carl," she said as if we were strangers. "I see you're still jogging each morning. The spring weather seems perfect for that."

"Yes, the cherry blossoms are particularly beautiful this year. How are Craig and the girls?"

"Fine. Everyone is fine. And you and Melinda?"

"We're fine."

"Look, I have to run. The girls will be home in a few minutes. I don't like for them to come home to an empty house. Good seeing you again. Bye, Carl."

Wow, was that ever a cold shoulder, I thought as she left. I'd gotten the cold shoulder before but never as icy as hers. Was she feeling a lover's remorse, or was it that she had used me like a used Durex?

A few days later, I found out what her snub was all about. Jerry, my accountant, was in town to play a round of golf. While we waited to putt on the sixth hole he said, "You're quite the man, Carl."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Rumor has it that you've been seen with someone, and she wasn't your wife. In fact, the story is you fucked the woman at the Bennett."

In a bit of a rage, I said, "Who the hell told you that?"

"Listen, pal, calm down. News like that gets around. I'm just the messenger. Hey, I'm not making a judgment here. I gotta tell you, Carl, I didn't think you had it in you."

"How did you find out?"

"Jackie, my secretary, was having dinner with friends at the hotel that night and overheard your conversation with Elise. She saw you two go upstairs together."

"I don't get it, Jerry, and what's your secretary doing here? Who's minding the store while you're here with clients?"

"Ah, let's say she's doing some overtime," and gave me a smirk.

"Okay, I get it, but how did Jackie know the woman wasn't my wife?"

"You and Melinda have been in my office several times, and Jackie doesn't forget a face. She's very perceptive that way. And Elise and Craig are also our clients. Look, Elise is a lovely woman. I wouldn't mind getting her in the sack myself."

"Yeah, and apparently Elise knows our affair has been compromised. It seems she blames me. We aren't on speaking terms these days. How did that happen?"

Jerry thought for a moment. "I really can't say, Carl. I only can tell you that it's a mystery for you to sort out with Elise." We both finished the hole one over par.

Before teeing off at the seventh hole, I texted Elise. "We have to talk. It wasn't me!"

Her reply was less frigid than her cold response at the grocery store. "If not you, who?" she wrote. "Stop by for coffee after your morning run tomorrow. Craig will be taking the girls to a baseball game."

For the next eleven holes, my game suffered while I tried to solve the mystery of who told Elise that they knew about our torrid affair at Hotel Barrett.

The first thing I said the next morning over coffee was, "I've missed you, Elise." Elise just nodded without giving me the satisfaction of saying that she missed me too. She was dressed in a housecoat with her hair tied back in a bun. She had just stepped out of the shower. She was as pretty as ever.

"Look, Elise, I have no idea how this got out. Really, Elise, I haven't even mentioned it in the confessional."

"Well, somehow our accountant's secretary knew. She put a Post-It note on our tax return when she sent it back. It read, "Did you enjoy 'An Affair to Remember'?" It didn't take a genius to understand that she knew about us. I know you are friends with Jerry, so I put two and two together and assumed you had told him."

"No, that's not what happened, Elise. Honestly. In a way, Jerry told me. He said that Jackie was at the hotel that night and saw us together. In fact, she overheard our conversations."

"Really? I was sure you told Jerry. I'm so glad it wasn't you, Carl. I trusted you. I apologize for being such a bitch at the store the other day."

"It can't be helped, Elise," I assured her. The good news is that Jerry lives in the city, not here in our gossip-obsessed town. Jerry has been a great friend over the years, so I believe him when he said that he and Jackie have a bad case of amnesia about this. As far as they are concerned, it's classified material. It never happened. So I'm sure we can rely on them to be discreet."

"That's comforting. I just hope they mean it."

"Yes, and we hold a little secret of theirs as well."

"What do you mean?" Elise asked.

"Jerry has been screwing Jackie. That's why she is here with him today."

"I'm not surprised. Jackie is a sexy gal, and Jerry has made a pass at me several times."

"Look, Elise, I can't stop thinking about you and the great time we had together at the Bennett. You were magnificent!"

"You weren't so bad yourself. I never thought you could do it three times. I wish Craig was like that."

"Have you thought about us getting together again?"

"I don't know, Carl. It was dumb luck that Craig didn't open our tax returns and see Jackie's note. Now, I'm a lot more unsure about hooking up with someone."

"Sure, it wouldn't be great if Melinda found out either, however, I would like to see you again."

"Maybe. The last time, I was so impulsive. Now I have to think it through," she said.

April turned to May, then June before I stumbled on a new opportunity to be with Elise. Jerry and I were enjoying several beers at the club after a rather miserable round of golf. We had settled all of the world's problems according to us when he asked, "So what's going on with you and Elise?"

"Nothing," I replied pretending I didn't care. "You still with Jackie?"

"I want to talk with you about that, Carl. I'm not sure I've mentioned this before, but we like to swing."

"Yeah," I said misunderstanding. "Your swing wasn't much better than mine today."

He let out a loud belly laugh. "No, Carl, no, no, no, not that kind of swing."

I looked at Jerry with a quizzical expression, then smiled. "Oh, that kind of swing. I see."

He asked, "Have you ever thought about doing it?"

"Melinda would accuse me of being a pervert if I even suggested it."

"I didn't mean with your wife. I meant with Elise."

"It's funny you should mention Elise. At one point she admitted that sex in a group was a kind of fantasy of hers."

"Maybe you can work something out with her and you two can join us sometime this summer. July would be perfect. The weather is ideal to be outside by the pool and for people to get better acquainted if you get my drift."

"It's a great offer, Jerry, but it might be a hard sell. I'm not sure I can ask her to come with me to a swingers' party."

"Maybe I can help. I'll send you an invitation with a few subtle remarks, then you take it from there."

"Okay, let's go for it."

An invitation arrived the following week: "Join us for an inspiring evening of eating, drinking, and play. You and your significant other are invited to a pool party. Join a friendly outgoing group of people that have a stimulating vivacious joy of life. Dinner and drinks will be catered. Wear your best swimwear if you like. Otherwise, suits and ties, tops and bottoms are optional. See you there. Jerry."

I showed the invitation to Elise. "What does he mean by a stimulating and vivacious joy of life, Carl? It sounds like, I don't know, kind of risqué."

"That's what I thought. That's why I could never take Melinda but thought you might be interested. What do you think?"

"Carl, I think it has something to do with sex, maybe a sex party."

"Maybe, but we'll never know unless we go. Actually, it sounds exciting, even like the type of situation we talked about at the Bennett?"

"What's that?" she asked rather innocently.

"Group sex. Don't you remember watching on your iPod and saying that it turns you on?"

"I said that? Maybe in a porn video, but I'm not so sure about participating. Anyway, we have ten days to think about it. I'll let you know."

"Fine, but I'd like to go to see what Jerry is up to this time."

At the last minute, Elise agreed to go. The timing was good. Her husband, Craig, was away at a business seminar, and the girls were having a sleepover with their girlfriends. She had one condition. If it involved something that wasn't consensual, we would leave. I agreed.

We arrived fashionably late. The traffic into the city was bumper to bumper, so a forty-minute drive turned into an hour. Elise was dressed impeccably, more like she was going to a wedding than a sex party. Elise was quiet the entire trip. She reached over to squeeze my hand for security. She was on edge like me. The difference was that she was headed to a pool party but I knew we were headed to something far more lascivious.

We parked on the street along with a half dozen other cars in front of a two-story house with a manicured front lawn. Voices were coming from the rear of the house. Instead of ringing the front doorbell, Elise and I walked around to the backyard where nearly a dozen people were having dinner. It had a friendly resort-like atmosphere with the wait staff, wearing low cut blouses like dirndls at Octoberfest, scurrying around serving drinks and dinner.

Jerry caught sight of us and quickly motioned us to join him. He was talking with a woman near the bar. "Carl and Elise, I want you to meet my wife, Helen."

I knew Jerry was married but had never met Helen before. She had boobs that would make Dolly Parton look like a girl wearing a training bra. It wasn't because she was provocatively dressed that surprised me. What stunned me was that Jackie was there.

Jerry clinked his glass to get everyone's attention announcing, "Welcome to our pool party. I'd like to introduce Elise and Carl. They arrived a little late driving in from the burbs. Apparently, there was a surprisingly big traffic jam while driving into the city." He produced a broad smile to make certain everyone got the joke. They laughed on cue.

"We're here to have fun with each other. Keep drinking and eating and when you feel too warm, feel free to lighten your apparel. We're all friends here so there's no fear something will go missing." People laughed again.

Elise and I found a table and sat with four guests that were either finished eating or almost done. The wine was at the table, so we filled our glasses while waiting to be served. Perfectly prepared prime rib was on the menu. We ate quickly trying to catch up with the others. That was a shame since everything was delicious.

The wait staff took our plates and cleared the table just as I noticed an erotic looking Asian woman at the far end of the pool. She was topless with only a skimpy thong for a bottom. The woman was about thirty. Her legs were long and slender; her stomach was taut; her tits were firm. Everything about her was perfect.

Elise had struck up a conversation with one of our table partners, so I decided to find something stronger than Pinot Noir.

At the bar was an Asian man that I assumed was the topless woman's husband. Motioning across the pool I asked, "Is that your wife?"

He looked at me squinting his eyes and said, "Are you kidding, pal? None of us are here with our wives."

"Oh, sorry," I said, "didn't mean any disrespect." I'm sure he thought I was prejudiced, making me very uncomfortable.

Luckily at that point, Helen asked for everyone's attention and announced it was time for a swim. That apparently was the prompt for everyone to strip. Without a moment to lose, people began tearing off their clothes like in a high school locker room. Some of the women left on their bottoms, the men didn't. I looked at Elise and she looked back at me. She had the look of, what do we do now? I shrugged my shoulders as if I didn't know.

The thing about being among people who are nude is that when you aren't, you are embarrassed at the thought of joining them, then again by being dressed. I chose the former over the later. Elise saw me unbutton my shirt and got the idea. I was amazed at how quickly she undressed, then jumped in the pool hoping no one saw her. She was kidding herself. No hot-blooded male could possibly not have noticed.

I peeled off my shirt and pants far more deliberately. I was certain that there was nothing about me that stood out, at least at first.

I leaned on the bar looking out over the scenery of naked female bodies. I thought there is something wonderful about the shapes of women's breasts. They are all so unique. Some are small, others large. Some are uplifted, some are low; they can be round or oval; their nipples tiny or those that beg for a man's lips. There are some like Helen's that seem capable of feeding the whole maternity ward.

Among this debauchery of sensory pleasure, one woman had a pair of knockers that spoke to me. They pointed straight at me like headlights on high beam. I had to meet her.

Meanwhile, Elise was sitting on the edge of the pool having what appeared to be a congenial conversation with a man, except that one of his hands was between her legs with his middle finger hidden. She didn't seem to mind his probing finger because her hand was embracing his hard baton that was twice the length of her hand. I watched as she slipped into the shallow end of the pool and took him down her throat. It was hard to tell what would come next. I wasn't going to wait to find out. I needed to get more sociable myself.

On the way to introduce myself to the lady with the bazookas, I could see she was already engaged with a guy whose cock was a thick as a double-barrel shotgun. Disappointed, I continued circumnavigating the pool wearing only my most engaging smile. "Hi, handsome," a soft almost inaudible voice said. I turned and was face to face with the lovely Asian lady I had seen earlier. She had the face of an angel and was even more beautiful up close. "Have you had dessert?" she asked.

I was speechless and mumbled something like, "Ah, no, no, not yet."

She took my hand and said, "They're serving inside. Let's enjoy dessert together." On our way, she introduced herself. "Hi, my name is May. If I remember, Jerry said you are Carl."

There were three couples ahead of us in line, but they weren't eating at a table. Two of the men were eating pussy. A woman was doing her best impression of bobbing and weaving on a guy's cock. May sat on a sofa, spread her legs and said, "Enjoy."

May smelled of Daphne flowers in springtime. Her pussy was neatly shaved in a 'V' pattern and was delicious. Every stroke of my tongue on her slit produced a murmur. May's arousal was even more evident by her growing wetness inside. I had grown a rather stiff erection in the meantime which was dictating my next move. She was ahead of me when she said, "Go ahead and fuck me. It's okay. You look like you could use some relief."

With that invitation, I slipped into her cunt that was cozier than a fur-lined Russian ushanka. Once we got started, it was like riding a wild Mustang, bucking and thrusting her hips against me with each of my strokes. From the sound of her shrieks, she had several orgasms before I climaxed with a robust ejaculation. May wrapped her arms around my waist and whispered, "That was really great, Carl. I like the way you use your chinko. Now, let's clean up." She headed to the bathroom. I needed a cigarette and headed for the bar.

Elise was nowhere to be seen. I hoped she was having as good a time as me. The barmaid was topless when I asked for a scotch-on-the-rocks. "Are you working the party or a guest?" I asked.

She smiled and said, "I'm Jerry and Helen's maid." Not only did she have a gorgeous smile but had tits to match. "Only at parties," she continued, "they ask me to serve but not get involved with the guests."

"That's too bad," I said. "You are lovely."

"Thanks, but I have my moments at other times."

I took a deep breath and said, "I sure would like to be here when you're having one of those moments." She laughed and served me my scotch.

While I was sipping my drink with a cock looking like a wet sock hanging on a clothesline, the lady with the headlight knockers came to the bar and ordered a gimlet. "On the rocks or straight up?" the barmaid asked.

"Straight up like I like my men," she answered.

I introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Carl."

"Hello, Carl. You here with Elise?" She looked into my eyes as if she was browsing through my catalog of indiscretions.

"Yes, that's right. Have you seen her recently?"

"Actually, I think I saw her in the sunroom. I can't be sure it was her because the woman was covered like a blanket by two men, one on top, one on the bottom. I guess she needed them to keep her warm."

"Yeah, sure, especially on a hot July day," I replied sarcastically.

"How about you, Carl? You might be looking for a warm spot too."

That set my heart thumping like Gene Krupa pounding out the rhythms to "Sing, Sing, Sing." "I'd like that," I said. "By the way, what's your name?"

"I'm Thelma but everyone calls me Toots."

"You know, Toots, you're right. I am looking for a warm place to restore life into my libido."

"I think I have a place like that, Carl. Let's finish our drinks and see what we can find."

We found a snug corner in Jerry's recreation room. We were not alone. One couple was doing a sixty-nine on the futon. Another was on the floor doing cowgirl. I stopped to watch until Toots grabbed me by the balls and said, "Over here, lover."

She took me to the billiards table where she sat welcoming my lips sucking her tits. It was obvious by my fingers exploring her pussy that I was getting sloppy seconds. When she had enough, she said, "I want it from the back this time." She turned and bent over the table with her ass in the air. It was the perfect position for me to wrap my hands around her pendulous tits. Penetration was easy.

After some heavy breathing and sweat pouring off our bodies, we both came at nearly the same time. Toots was everything I had imagined when seeing her for the first time by the pool.

We stood together looking at each other for a moment. "You're pretty good at that, Carl. I like that. I could use some more. I could even take you home with me."

With a silly grin on my face, I said, "I was thinking the same thing, Toots."  Actually, I was proud of my performance. I had injected her with an abundance of seed that was evident by the cum dripping down her thighs. She wore it with pride and seemed to regard it as a badge of honor.

I'd been having a great time at Jerry's pool party, but it was getting late and time to leave. Elise was finishing up on a lounge chair with the same guy that I had offended at the bar. She had her legs in the air spread far apart while he pummeled her snatch. A half hour later they finished.

On the way home, Elise was effusive when she described doing DP for the first time. "I never thought about doing it, Carl. It just kind of happened. Before I knew it, two guys were inside me. The feeling was like a mirage, even spiritual."

I listened to Elise extol the evening until we arrived at her place. "Come in for a nightcap, Carl," she begged. "I want to finish the night with you."

Oh my god, I thought. Was I ready for a trifecta? The wait for Elise to finish at the party plus the forty-minute drive back to the suburbs had given me the strength and desire to go one more time. I was going to get sloppy seconds or even thirds as cum was still seeping out of her pussy when I reamed her cunt. It took a while, but I managed a pretty good showing for myself.

At three-thirty in the morning, I drove into our garage at home, turned off the garage lights and went into our bedroom. In bed with Melinda was my neighbor, Tom, with his cock balls deep into my wife. She looked up at me and said, "Oh good, you're home, honey. Tom and I were just catching up on the rumors about you and Elise."