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Subject: {ASSM} {Summer Solstice 2007} Summer [F / FF / MF / MF (Swinging, Public)]
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Summer
A Summer Solstice Festival Story
By Diola Dragontail

The ringing phone jarred her from a deep sleep.  The shrill noise
first insinuated itself into her dreams as the call of a thousand
unseen birds.

But it's unrelenting noise finally forced her eyes open.

She reached out in the darkness and found the receiver, lifting it to
her pillow and her bleary eyed face.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, my wife."  The voice said in a calmly even keel.

"What time is it?"  She felt her annoyance rising.  She knew he had
little of import to tell her and was probably just intending to upset
her.

"Where you are?"  He asked, she was about to let loose a smart-ass
reply when he finished his own answer.  "It should be just dawn now."

"And why did you wake me up at such an ungodly hour?"

There was along silent pause before he finally replied.  "Your summer
is almost over.  You should be returning home soon."

Her annoyance grew even more heated now.  "I'm well aware of that.  I
don't need the likes of you to remind me."

"Such venom."  His voice dripped with sarcasm even over the tinny tone
of the telephone.  "I just wish you'd find a better place to spend
your summers.  A place more befitting your stature."

Her annoyance dimmed slightly, it was always the same old argument.
All he cared about was his stature and his place in society, and the
damage she might be causing to it with her juvenile, as he called
them, antics.

"Why don't you come here and see?"  She asked, challenging him.  She
was sure that he would refuse; he would never lower himself to this.

"You might manage to learn something."  She added with a sarcastic
tone of her own.

"Impossible."  Was his immediate answer.  "I have far too much work to
attend to.  Unlike you, I have responsibilities that I take
seriously."

She laughed sarcastically at him, "There is nothing that can't wait
until tomorrow.  If you want to remain locked up in your marble
palace, that's your choice, but don't try to blame it on your
responsibilities."

"If I agree to this..."  He started to say, long pauses between his
words as if he was thinking while he spoke.

She was stunned into silence; she didn't expect him to even humor the
idea.  He was calling her bluff and waiting for her to back down in
defeat.

"Then I want something in return."  His tone was deadly serious now.

"What is it?"  She asked with a fair amount of trepidation.  Dealing
with him when he got into a mood like this was always dangerous.

"If I spend a day with you, then I expect you to return home a week
early."

She waited for a long moment before she answered, trying to determine
if he had a trick somewhere hidden in his words.

"Deal."  She replied slowly.  "But that means that you do what I
normally do and no complaining."

There was another brief pause and she waited for his inevitable
refusal to her conditions.  There was no way he'd agree to her terms.
He might have called her bluff, but she was raising the stakes.

"Very well."  Was his curt reply, the tone of annoyance thick in his
voice.

"I go out for breakfast at 8."  She informed him, matter of factly.
"Be here before then."

She hung up the phone before he could reply, unconcerned with what
ever he had to say.

She slid out of bed and walked naked to the covered window.  She
enjoyed the primal feeling of sleeping naked and did it whenever she
could.  The sensual feeling of the sheets against her bare flesh made
her feel alive in a way she couldn't describe.

Standing bare in front of the window, she drew the shades open.  The
beams of dawn's light just barely seeping through the canyons of the
city streets to fall on her pale skin.  She picked this apartment in
particular just because of its easterly view.

She felt no modesty as she stood revealed in front of the window.
Closing her eyes as the sunlight caressed her.  She was sure that
there was more than one set of eyes watching her skin, and she enjoyed
the attention.

She stretched her arms over her head, flexing her back and jutting her
breast forward.  She lowered her hands and drew her curly blonde hair
back, behind her shoulders, making sure that there were no
obstructions hiding her breasts from her unseen audience.

She felt the short hairs on the back of her neck bristle with lust.
She could feel the eyes all on her.  Male, female.  Young, old.  It
didn't matter to her.

She slid her hands down her hips, spreading her legs slowly.  Her
fingers plowing slowly through the field of golden hair between her
legs.

She imagined what her husband would say if he saw her doing this.  No
doubt that he would be even more upset.

And that excited her even more.  She ran her fingers across her
already moist lips and then brought the tips to her mouth.  Her tongue
licking the very essence of herself from her hand.

She was just about to return to her pussy when she spotted her phone.

She picked up the receiver and hit the first speed dial button,
waiting for the connection to be made.

"Mom, you're never going to believe who just called me."  She said
with a faux pained sound of sarcasm.  "My darling husband."

There was an exasperated sound of annoyance from her mother.  "And
what did the letch want this time?"

"Oh, the usual."  She glanced at her nails as she replied, performing
her disaffected act even though her mother couldn't see it.  "Wants me
to come home early again."

"You told him he could shove it up his uptight ass, I hope?"  Her
mother's voice seemed to quiver with anticipation, as if she was
looking forward to an argument between her daughter and her son-in-
law.

"Nope."  She paused just long enough for her mother to make an
assumption and start to grow angry.

"I asked him to join me for the day."

"You did?"  The sound of her mother's surprise was almost palpable.
"And what did he say?"

"He said yes."

Her mother was completely silent now, even more surprised by the
agreement than the younger woman was.

"I just thought you might like to know."  She added, breaking the
silence.  "And be sure to tell dad."

"I..." the older woman started to reply, still too shocked for worlds.
"I will."

"Good."  She glanced at the clock.  "I need to go get ready before he
gets here.  Love you, mom."

She blew an exaggeratedly loud kiss into the receiver, and then hung
up the phone.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

He knocked with outright disdain on his wife's apartment door.  He
didn't understand why she wanted to live in such a place.  The smell
was abhorrent, the scent of sweat from too many bodies living in too
small an area.  He couldn't understand how anyone would be comfortable
living on top of one another like this.

"You're late!"  She shouted through the door.

He didn't bother to answer; it was beneath him to be seen in a hallway
shouting.

The metallic snap of the dead bolt lock being retracted echoed in the
hallway, followed by the jingling sound of the chain locked being
unhooked.  The sound disgusted him.  To have to live in constant fear
of intruders and uninvited guests.  It just felt unnatural.

The door opened just an inch.  "Come in."

He could hear her walking away from the door.  Not opening it for him
was probably a conscious choice to further insult him.  Forcing him to
open the door himself.

His disdain still high, he reached out and pushed the door open with
just the tips of two fingers.

The room beyond the door was all that amounted to his wife's home away
from home.  She called it a flat, but he couldn't see how anyone would
live in a place smaller than one of their closets back home.

"Are you going to come in?"  She asked from the other side of the
small room, just beyond the bed that almost filled the entire room.

He frowned as he watched her.  He was sure she was doing this
intentionally.  Forcing him to degrade himself by entering.

Her hair was still wet and except for the towel she had half wrapped
around her head, she wore nothing else.  She knew that there was no
way he'd leave the door open with her exposed like this.

"You're not even ready to leave."  He said, annoyed as he stepped
through the threshold.  "So why is it a problem that I'm a few minutes
less than punctual?"

"It's the principle, that's all."  She picked through her small closet
looking for the right attire for the day.  "You're over dressed for a
relaxing day out anyway."

She glanced over her shoulder at him and nodded towards the dark black
suit, red tie, and polished leather shoes that he was wearing.  His
dark hair was, of course, immaculate.  Still cut short and not with a
strand out of place.  His dark eyes were piercing into her, seeming to
smolder with anger.  His features were chiseled in their
distinctiveness, which was fitting when compared to his normally cold
emotions.

"And you're under dressed."  He commented, crossing the room to shut
the window shade.  "Must you give this entire wretched city a show?"

"The people across the street are hardly the whole city."  She
sneered, avoiding the question all together.  "Besides, I couldn't
really pick out what I would wear until I knew what you were wearing."

She pulled a tan dress from the closet, one with a particularly
plunging neckline.  She wanted something appealing, but not too
revealing.

She held the dress against herself as she stood in front the closet
door mounted mirror.

He admired her from here, the smooth soft curve of her ass, the
reflection of her full breasts, creamy white with their pale pink
nipples.  The slight bit of golden blonde hair peeking out from
between her legs.

She still was everything that had beguiled him all those years ago.
She still cut the same figure as she had when he decided that he had
to have her.

He was so entranced by her beauty that he didn't even notice her
looking backing at him from the reflection in the mirror.  She said
nothing, just allowing him to admire her.

For a moment she could see the man she fell in love with in his face.
The caring, troubled man that he refused to let the world see.

"What do you think of this one?"  She asked, shaking the dress
slightly to draw his attention to it.

"That-" For a moment he found himself at a loss for words.  "That one
should do nicely."

In truth, he didn't think it suited her.  She deserved something more
impressive.  Gilded in gemstones or precious metals, but he knew she'd
never wear anything like that.  She seemed always to be more
comfortable in the plainer attire that she preferred.

"It wouldn't hurt you to try a pair of jeans once in a while."  She
said rhetorically as she pulled the dress over her head.  "Or the
horror of a pair of shorts."

He didn't even bother to dignify her words with a response.  Instead
stepping up behind her and tying the back of her dress closed.

It took him a second, but he realized that the shoulder straps
crisscrossed between her shoulder blades and then tied to the lower
portion, leaving the majority of her back exposed.  The opening
plunging all the way to the small of her back.

Only after the dress fell into place did she hike the hem up and step
into a pair of white thong panties, shimmying her hips to slide them
into place.

He thought about voicing a protest about her chosen attire, but knew
it was likely to be pointless.  She had already made up her mind and
arguing with her about it would accomplish nothing.

Once the panties were in place, she let the dress fall back into
place.  The bottom hem only reaching to just a few inches above her
knees.

She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror.  Spinning in place
as much for his benefit as hers.

After making a full turn and a half, she stopped to look at her
husband again.

"Hungry?"  She asked, distracting him way from his staring.

"Yes."  He managed to speak with out too much of a mental hiccup.  "I
made reservations at-"

"Cancel them."  She interrupted, crossing her arms in front of
herself.

"What?"  He looked at her, more than a bit surprised.

"I said," she repeated, her voice calm and even, as if she was
speaking to a five year old.  "Cancel them."

"But," he started to protest.

"No buts."  She interrupted again, raising her voice slightly.  "You
agreed to do what I want.  That means we eat where I choose."

He gritted his teeth as he stared at her, doing his best to hide his
annoyance.  He held the stare for a moment to see if she would back
off.

"Very well."  She didn't relent, he was stuck with it.

She walked to the flat door, stopping near it to slip a pair of brown,
open toe sandals onto her bare feet.  At the same time her hands
pulled down a white purse that she slung under her arm with practiced
ease.

"So then where are we going?"  He asked, with a slight bit of
trepidation.

"The park."  She replied as she pulled the door open.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"What is this called again?"  He asked, holding the plastic cup up so
that he could look closer at the murky brown liquid that flowed inside
it.

"It's a Grande Caramel Mocha Monterey Blast."  The words rolled off
her lips easily, even though they made little sense to him.  "So you
like it?"

He took another sip through the plastic straw as he considered his
response.  He let the sweet liquid sit on his tongue for a second
before he swallowed.

"It isn't bad."  He commented, frowning at having to admit that there
might be some merit to her chosen breakfast.

"I'm impressed."  She smirked as she looked at him, the straw of her
own drink dangling from between her pink lips.  "From you that's
glowing praise."

He only grunted in reply, wanting the topic of conversation to move on
as quickly as possible.

"See?"  Her smirk faded slowly.  "I still know what you like."

"And I," he seized on the chance to deflect the conversation somewhere
else.  "Still don't see what intrigues you about this place."

She glanced at him for a second, surprised that he still couldn't see
it.  She then looked around the bustling park for an example to point
out to him.  From their place sitting on the park bench they had a
perfect view of the field beyond the gravel path in front of them.

Scattered around the verdant emerald green grass were all sorts of
examples, young families out with their children, older retirees
walking their dogs, young lovers laying in the grass and enjoying the
morning.

Even on the path in front of them there were passing examples, virile
joggers out for their morning exercise, young parents pushing
strollers, even the occasional mounted horse complete with rider.

"Can't you feel it around you?"  She looked back to her husband in
disbelief.  "All the life, all the energy, all the happiness."

She stressed the last part as being the most important of all.  She
was sure one of these examples would sway his thoughts.

"Yes."  His voice was calm and unimpressed, as if it was all a given
and nothing special.  "So?"

"So?"  She didn't know if she should be offended or sympathetic.  Did
this really not affect him at all?  Could he have grown so cold as to
not feel anything?

Then, like a bolt out of the blue, a thought came to her.  Perhaps she
had the reason for his state of mind.

"Just because we have no children of our own doesn't mean you have to
despise the ones who have."  Her voice was a soft whisper now.  "You
can still find joy in other people's happiness."

He made no effort to reply reply, his face remaining a stony,
emotionless fa�ade.

She shifted closer to him on the park bench, letting her hips touch
his.  A familiar yet still dignified contact.  If he wanted to pursue
it further, he would need to take the next step himself.

His eyes scanned the horizon slowly, trying to remain impassionate and
constant.  He took it in everything, but did his best not to show
interest in any one thing in particular.

"Her?"  She asked, out of the blue, surprising him.  "Well, I suppose
I shouldn't be surprised, you always did prefer the darker haired
women."

He glanced at her, still surprised at his wife's powers of
observation.  His gaze probably had only lingered on the woman in
question for a quarter second longer than anyone else in his vision,
but still she was able to perceive his interest.

She turned her head and looked back to the subject in question.
Studying the woman for a moment before replying.

 From a distance the young woman didn't look very impressive, just
another mother out for a jog with their child.  Her baggy blue jogging
suit hid all of her body and her sunglasses hid her eyes.  The ear bud
headphones seemed to add an element of detachment to her appearance
and her dark hair whipping behind her gave the appearance of a mare in
motion.

She could be just about anyone and she wondered if that wasn't
entirely the point of his interest in the anonymous woman.

"Why her?"  She asked as she turned her attention back to her
husband.  Her head cocked slightly to the left like a dog attempting
to understand its master.

He frowned as he glanced at his wife.  He thought he had answers to
give her, but he wasn't sure how to articulate them.

"It's the baby, isn't it?"  She asked, her eyes narrowing now.

His reaction was stern and immediate, his eyes narrowing and growing
cold, but flashing with an internal anger.  He felt the rage to snap
out and strike her for the implied insult.  What did she think he was?

She didn't flinch from his reaction, either from lack of fear or just
a misunderstanding to the level of his annoyance.

"She has had a baby already."  She commented, still staring him.
"That makes her fertile."

He stared at his wife, blinking slowly as his rage dissipated.  She
was right of course, but he didn't want to admit it.

He glanced up looking for the nameless woman, but she had already
disappeared beyond the winding gravel paths of the park.

His wife smiled apologetically at him, laying her hand over the back
of his hand.

"Know that if it was within my power," she said softly, "I would
willingly give her to you."

As presumptuous and ego driven as her statement was he understood the
underlying message of his wife's words.

Despite their separation and the assumptions the others had made about
them, beyond the turbulence of their marriage and their almost
constant bickering, even with the rocky start of their relationship
and the disapproving of their families, he had never strayed from her.

He was sure she had, but he didn't mind that.  He understood her need
and was willing to forgive her.  Despite where her body laid, he
always knew where her heart resided.

Most importantly, no matter what the others might think and gossip
about, their lack of children was not due to a lack of trying.

"Do you trust me?"  She asked him after staring at her husband's face
for a long moment.

It wasn't an easy question to answer.  He didn't find it easy to trust
anyone, not even his wife.  Even she had her moments where she'd
willingly abuse such liberties.

"For the moment,"  He replied slowly, a cautionary tone to his voice.
"Yes."

She could sense the hesitation in her husband's voice, not that she
blamed him.

"For today, I wish you would."  She said, her voice more somber now.
"You've trusted me enough to agree to today, I do not plan to abuse
that trust."

He nodded an understanding.  "Very well."

"Are you carrying your cell phone?"  She asked him, her eyes glancing
down at his belt.

He nodded, without having to double check it's presence.

"Then I'd like you to explore the city on your own for a bit."

He was about to protest, he had no desire to wander this cesspool of a
metropolis like some sort of tourist.  There was nothing here that he
hadn't already seen before.

But she raised a hand, giving him a second's pause for the rest of her
words.

"There's something I want to look into."  Her voice was reassuring,
like what ever this was, it was important.  "I will call you when I'm
ready."

With more than a small amount of reluctance, he nodded in agreement.

"Good."  She smiled and leaned closer, kissing his cheek.  "I promise
you won't regret it."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

He was quickly growing impatient.  It had been hours since he last saw
his wife and had still not received a phone call from her.

He had never had much of a desire to see the city that his wife
decided to call her second home and now he was feeling even less
interested in it.

He spent the first few hours just sitting on the park bench watching
the people go by.  It was easy to forget that was in he city when
surrounded by the tranquil green of the park.  He imagined that the
city denizens must view this place as he did, an escape from the
cement canyons that made up the rest of the city.

Once he grew tired of sitting, he began wandering the park, but
finding little different than what he saw from the bench.

The scenery had changed, different trees, the occasional footbridge, a
statue or a body of water, but these held little interest for him.  He
had seen much better examples of all of this.

He was really only interested in the people.  The way they looked and
interacted.  But as the morning had worn on, there seemed to be fewer
and fewer of them about.

The only thing that had distracted him for a moment was the swans.  In
particular a dark black cygnet that seemed to be struggling to keep up
with the other's in its flock.

He felt an affinity for the bird and actually wished that he had some
small scrap of bread to offer it.  A small reward to give it for the
troubles it had already endured as being different.

That completely contrasted against what had happened moments later as
he ventured out of the park and onto the city streets.  It wasn't more
than a few blocks later that some scraggily bum asked him for pocket
change.

The supposed wretch said that he wanted the money for something to
eat, preying on the sympathies of others.  But he could tell from the
dazed look in his eyes that food was the last thing on the man's mind.

He restrained the urge to take out his frustrations on the man and
just kept walking.

As he walked the streets he saw different

As he walked the streets he saw how different the people's
interactions were as compared to the park.  Bodies shuffling in and
out of cavernous buildings, armored in dark suits and modest dresses.
Glazed eyes being careful not to look at each other's faces.  Like the
legions of the dead marching on the cement sidewalks.

Again he had to wonder what his wife saw in this place that was so
much better than their home.

His patience had worn thin enough that he was seriously considering
just going home and breaking his promise to his wife.

His cell phone rang as if the woman could read his mind.

"Where are you?"

Her first question seemed to reaffirm her powers of mental perception.

He glanced up at the street sign at the far end of the black he was
walking.  "Madison and 32nd."

His voice was curt and precise, showing his lack of patience.  He
promised that wouldn't complain, but he didn't promise that he'd like
it.

"Oh, you're in Midtown."  She replied calmly, not seeming to notice
his state of mind.  "Come to 32 Spring Street and we'll have lunch.  I
have someone I want you to meet."

All the words that he could think of to reply were snide and impolite,
so instead of saying anything he just grunted and hung up his cell
phone.  If his wife didn't recognize his annoyance now, then she never
would.

He walked to the curb and flagged down a taxi.  He had no interest in
walking any further.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

She stood in front of the restaurant as she waited for her husband's
arrival.  She would sense that he was annoyed, but refused to
acknowledge it.  She knew that if she did, she'd just fuel into his
foul mood.

It didn't take very long for the yellow taxi to arrive and stop at the
curb in front of her.  Through the window she could see her husband
finalizing the transaction, then reach for the door.

She took a step back as he stepped out, then moved forward to him as
the taxi pulled away.

"Come on, they're waiting for us inside."  She took his hand and gave
it a gentle tug towards the front door of the restaurant.

"They?"  He asked, questioningly, holding his footing for the moment.

"Yes."  She replied matter of factly.  "They're friends of mine that
I'd like you to meet."

"Who?"  He had a mixture of interest, hesitation, and annoyance.  She
had promised that he wouldn't regret trusting her, but he was already
beginning to question the sanity of that.

"Friends of mine.  I've known them for a few years."  She frowned at
him.  "Just give them a chance.  If you're not comfortable, you can
leave and I'll still come home a week early."

He glanced at her for a second, gauging her sincerity and then nodded,
following her lead towards the front door.

It was still easily an hour before lunch and the restaurant was still
mostly empty.  The smell of fresh garlic and basil hung in the air,
giving the place a homely feel.

"They make the best pizza here."  She commented off handedly.  As she
lead him through the maze of tables that made up the dining area.
"You should try it."

He said nothing as she continued to lead him towards the back of the
restaurant.

"We have a private room in the back."  His wife commented, noticing
his hesitation.  "Like you they prefer their privacy."

He nodded slowly, understanding the sentiment.

She stopped in front of an open door and poked her head inside.  "He's
here."  She announced to the unseen occupants.

He could hear movement beyond the door, but he was only able to see
once his wife entered the room.

"Nice to meet you."  A blonde man in a dark suit stood and extended
his hand towards him.

"A pleasure."  He replied, looking towards his wife for an
introduction.

"This is my husband Peter."  She said, still smiling.  "This is
Lawrence and his wife Victoria."

Peter glanced towards the dark haired woman that still remained seated
at the table that dominated the small private room.  She smiled up at
him and seemed to be examining him far closely than he had expected.
"Karen has told us quite a bit about you."

"My wife does enjoy her times here."  Paul replied, not wanting to say
that he knew nothing of the couple in front of him.  "I,
unfortunately, do not get the chance to visit often."

"Karen tells us that you're in the acquisition and import trade?"
Lawrence said, rhetorically as he gestured to the other side of the
table, motioning for Karen and Paul to sit.

"You could say that."  Paul smiled, "A lot of odds and ends mostly.
But the devil is in those details."

Lawrence laughed, obviously finding some humor in his new
acquaintances words.

"We took the liberty of ordering a bottle of wine and some appetizers
while we waited for you."  Victoria smiled at Paul, her eyes still
seeming to study him closer than he had expected.

He was unused to this kind of scrutiny, and wasn't sure what to make
of it.

"So I understand that you're interested in swinging with us?"
Lawrence casually said, after the door was safely closed, insulating
their privacy.

Peter was surprised, and somewhat offended by the bluntness of the
other man's words.  He knew his wife engaged in these past times, but
he had little interest in joining her.

But before he could voice his displeasure, his wife replied.

"Peter is new to this."  Karen said softly, patting her husband's arm
lightly, comfortingly.  "I thought maybe we could just see how things
happen."

Peter glanced at his wife for a moment; he could tell that this was
all part of her plan.  He wasn't sure if he should feel offended or
not, but he was intrigued very so slightly.

He glanced to Victoria, to see her reaction, and was surprised to see
that she seemed to be somewhat disappointed.  It was a reaction that
he wasn't accustomed to; he had expected her to be relieved at his
perceived lack of interest.

"I apologize."  Lawrence's voice sound genuinely embarrassed, as if he
was just as ill informed about Karen's plans as Peter had found
himself to be.

"No, no need."  Peter waved a hand, dispelling the thought.  The other
man's apology did more to assuage Peter's insulted pride than anything
his wife could have said.

An uncomfortable silence fell in the small room, finally broken by
Karen's voice.

"Did you bring pictures of your children with you?"  Karen asked, the
request seemed to float in the middle of the room, out of place and
awkward for a second.  Then she glanced at her husband.  "We've been
trying to have some of our own for years now.  And I did mention yours
to Peter."

The truth was, Peter had no idea what his wife was speaking of.  But
he managed to conceal his confusion for the moment, to see what she
was playing at.  If she was just intending to make small talk.

Karen turned and looked across the table, leaning closer to whisper in
a mock conspiratorially way.  "Peter doesn't think we can enjoy these
pastimes and still raise a nice, stable family."

"It's not easy."  Victoria laughed, dispelling any discomfort as she
rooted in her person and pulled out a small plastic accordion of
pictures.  She unfolded it on the table, spinning it so that they were
right side up for Paul and Karen.

"That's John, our boy.  He's seven now and just started school."
Victoria rolled her eyes in a slightly exasperated way.  "My god,
every morning is like an ordeal with him.  He just wants nothing to do
with school at all."

Peter stared at the picture, trying not to show too much interest.  He
wasn't sure what the proper amount was, but he just felt envious now.
The dark haired boy looked like an imp in the posed picture, bright
red cheeks, eyes that seemed to glimmer with mischievousness.  He
couldn't help but feel envious.

"And this,"  Victoria's finger shifted to the right now, following the
train of pictures.  "Is Cassy, she's our baby."

Peter could see Victoria's face start to glow as she gazed down at the
picture, the pride and joy was almost palpable as it flowed out of
her.

The little girl, Cassy, couldn't be older than four or five.  And if
her older brother was an imp, this child looked like an angel.  Bright
blonde hair, tiny little features, and a face that just beamed
happiness and wonder.

Paul snapped his eyes away from the pictures, searching for the right
words to respond with.  "You have a beautiful family."

His eyes focused on Victoria, the compliment directed solely towards
her.

"Thank you."  Lawrence replied, not out of any sort of sense of
insult.  He seemed oblivious to the fact that Paul didn't consider his
contribution to the feat to be very important.

"We've been trying to have our own for a few years now."  Karen
replied, patting her husband's hand again.  "I think he's a little
jealous."

 "I'm sure you'll have your own soon."  Victoria said sympathetically,
her tone was the sound of one that understood but could do nothing to
help another's plight.  As if she could see Paul's state of mind.

There was a light knock at the door before it opened again.  A
waitress stepped through carrying plates and a wine bottle.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"So we'll call you before the end of the day?"  Karen said as the two
couples stood on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant.

Lawrence nodded in agreement, but glanced at his wife for her
reaction.

Once again Victoria seemed to be studying Paul, as if she was trying
to see her way into the man's thoughts the way Karen was able to.

"I just think," Paul started to say with a slightly apologetic tone as
he stared into Victoria's brown eyes.  "That Karen and I should
discuss this a bit, before we commit to anything."

"If we thought you would just agree to it with out any sort of second
though," Victoria said, nodding with understanding.  "Then we wouldn't
have even considered it ourselves."

"And besides," Lawrence added, "We've enjoyed our previous evenings
with your wife and she's never betrayed our trust."

Karen couldn't help but blush at the words.  Both at the compliment
and the implied meaning of what "previous evenings" had entailed.

"My husband is just as safe, if not more so."  Karen added, smiling at
Paul.

"Well then, it's decided."  Lawrence nodded.  "But right now I need to
get back to my office."

"I'll look forward to your call.  And have the babysitter on stand
by."  Victoria laughed, and then leaned closer and kissed Karen on the
cheek, a moment of familiarity that wasn't lost on Paul.

"It was nice to finally meet you."  Victoria added, smiling at Paul.
Lawrence echoed his wife's words with a polite nod to the other man.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"Hello, Victoria?"  Karen said into the cell phone as she and Paul
stood on the park path.

"Yes, we had a chance to talk things over."  She said after a
momentary pause.

Paul just watched as his wife spoke into the phone.  He couldn't hear
the other end of the conversation, but could easily assume enough of
it.

"Okay, we can be there."  Karen said, the slight sound of excitement
slipping through her voice.  "Would you like us to bring anything?"

There was another brief pause, Karen smiling brightly at her husband
as she listened into the phone.

"It's a date."  She finally said.

"Alright, there's no turning back now."  Karen smirked, obviously
teasing him.  "You sure that you're comfortable with this?"

Her question was a bit calmer, more concerned in tone than her
previous teasing.  She was honestly worried that maybe her husband was
just agreeing to this to please her and that he really wasn't prepared
for what was going to happen.

"Yes, I am."  Paul gave his wife a reassuring smile.  "You've been
with this man, Lawrence, before?"

Karen studied her husband's face for a long moment, trying to judge
why he was asking.  "Yes, I have."

Paul nodded slowly, not the slightest hint of jealousy on his face.
"And was he able to please you?"

Karen narrowed her eyes even further, attempting to penetrate the
labyrinthine mazes of her husband's mind.  "Yes, he did."

A pleased smile grew on Paul's face, one that seemed just slightly out
of place.  "Good.  Then it will be enjoyable to see you with him."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"I just got the call."  Victoria said solemnly into her cell phone.
She restrained from saying anything more, waiting to see what her
husband would say.

"I guess we'll be going home tonight?"  Lawrence assumed, judging by
his wife's tone of voice the other Karen and her husband must have
declined.

"No, they said yes."  Victoria smirked, letting a little bit of
amusement seep into her voice.

"You must really be excited."  Lawrence admonished his wife.
"Normally you don't tease me like that."

"Yes I am."  Victoria's voice lowered to a hushed whisper.  "I think
I'm already getting wet."

"You horny minx."  Lawrence whispered in reply, he could only imagine
that wherever his wife was, she was probably starting to fidget in
place.  He loved to see her get that worked up in public and try to
hide it.

"Are you saying that you're not excited?"  Victoria's voice returned
to a normal volume, but her teasing tone remained.  "I've seen you
with her before, remember?"

"Okay, you got me there."  A playful tone entered his voice now.
"Touch yourself for me and check."

"What?  Right here?"  Victoria wasn't entirely surprised at her
husband's request, but she started to feel a bit embarrassed already.
Her eyes glancing up and down the street.

"Where are you?"  He asked, even more amused now, but having no
intention of backing off on his request.

"Fifth Avenue."  She whispered now, her cheeks burning red.  "I was
doing a little window shopping."

"Then no one will notice."  Lawrence whispered as he turned in his
office chair.  He gazed down to the street and wondered if she was one
of the little ants he could see on the street below.  "They'll all be
busy window shopping too."

"Okay."  She replied slowly, turning to face the closest shop window.
It was a display of crates and pottery, overflowing with foodstuffs
and fabrics.

She took a deep breath, then slipped her free hand down the front of
her slacks.  She felt her heart racing and her lungs burning with a
combination of excitement and nervousness.

"Are you doing it?"  He asked, his voice insistent now.

"Yes."  She whispered, her voice breathless.  She could feel the hem
of her satin panties, as her fingers slid under them.  The soft
stubble of hair under her finger tips, then the moist feeling at the
top of her pussy.  She could feel her clit starting to peek out, as if
it sensed her fingers and was eager to meet them.

"I'm wet."  She whispered, her eyes glancing from left to right to see
if anyone on the busy street noticed what she was doing.  "And I need
a touch up shave."

Lawrence didn't need to additional detail to prove that his wife was
doing as he asked, but it did add a little more imagery to his
thoughts.  "Well, then, you should take care of that before tonight."

Victoria murmured an agreement as she pulled her hand from her
slacks.  She resisted the overwhelming urge to sniff her fingers; she
knew that the sound would just encourage her husband to make her do
more.

"I'm going to make the hotel reservations."  Victoria said, a bit
breathlessly, but eager to make the final arrangements and get to this
evening's fun.  "I'll call you back with the details.  Love you."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Paul expected the night to go very slowly at first.  More pleasantries
and small talk, then finally onto the evening's carnal activities.  So
nothing could have come as more a surprise to him when his wife
knocked on the hotel door.

The door opened in reply, with Victoria standing on the other side of
it.  Her hand reached out, grabbed the front of Karen's dress and
pulled her into the room.  Not forcefully, his wife would have had
ample chance to pull away, if she had wanted to.

Paul stood in the hallway, still holding the bottle of wine, as he
watched the two women lock into a kiss.  Victoria was obviously the
aggressor of the two, but Karen didn't seem to be putting up much of a
fight.

Victoria's hand remained on the dress, her fingers locked around the
fabric, firmly grasping it.  Her other hand wrapped around Karen's
hips, pulling her even closer, so that their bodies met.

Karen's hands, at first just hanging limply, moved to hold the other
woman's sides.  Her left leg lifting from the floor and rubbing
against the inside of Victoria's calves.  A small moan of approval
rumbled deep in Karen's throat.

Behind them, deeper in the hotel room, Lawrence was motioning for Paul
to enter.  The hotel room itself was spacious, by this city's
standards, but by no means on par with the luxury that Paul was use
to.  Still, it seemed more than adequate for the evening.

"Sorry."  Lawrence apologized, after Paul had stepped into the room
and closed the door.  "Vicky has been like this all afternoon, ever
since lunch."

Paul smiled, glancing at the two women again, watching as Victoria let
go of his wife's dress and then slipped her hand under the flowing
fabric.  The hand easily found his wife's breast and cupped its weight
in her palm.

Paul stepped deeper into the room, placing the wine bottle down on a
nearby table, not once taking his eyes off of the two women.

"Then she's not normally this..."  Paul searched for a word to use that
didn't sound offensive.

"Forward?"  Lawrence glanced at the other man as he offered the
suggestion.  "No, not often, unfortunately."

Paul smiled at the implication of the other man's words.

Karen's dress was hanging fully open now, allowing her breasts to hang
unfettered.  The normally pale nipples had turned a darker pink,
standing erect from her ample bosom.

Victoria's fingers pawed at Karen's flesh, as their kiss grew more
intense.  Karen's knee now reaching high enough to rub the other
woman's thighs.  Victoria's fingertips finding Karen's left nipple and
pinching it, making Karen's one supporting leg start to wobble, even
as a groan of pleasure exited her chest.

"When they do get together,"  Lawrence whispered.  "They can put on
quite a show."

Paul tore his eyes away from the two women just long enough to look at
Lawrence and nod in agreement.  A second later and he was back to
watching, the aggressiveness of the other woman excited him more than
he had expected it to.  He found himself hoping that she would
continue to push his wife.

Victoria released Karen's nipple from the pinch, her hands moving up
to the shoulder straps of Karen's dress and pulling them down.  Fully
exposing Karen from the waist up.

"You'd better sit down."  Lawrence suggested, gesturing to one of the
leather couches in the room.  "This is probably going to be a while.
You might want to get comfortable to enjoy the show."

"Do they do this often?"  Paul asked as he unbuttoned the front of his
suit jacket and took a seat, his eyes never leaving the spectacle
occurring in the middle of the hotel room.

Victoria's head pulled back, breaking the kiss, leaving Karen's tongue
hanging neglected in the air for a moment.  Victoria's hands slipped
under Karen's breasts, cupping their undersides and pushing the
nipples upwards.

"Any time they get together, actually."  Lawrence said with a laugh
and a shrug.  He stepped around the other couch that framed the room
and sat opposite Paul. "But, like I said, she's been worse today.  She
usually takes a little while to warm up."

Victoria's head bent over, her eyes glancing at Paul for a split
second.  He thought he saw her wink at him, but he wasn't positive.
Her attention quickly flashed back to Karen, Victoria's lips pulling
back a bit and showing a set of pearly white teeth.

Paul anticipated what the woman was about to do to his wife and he
watched intently, hoping that his assumption was right.

Victoria's mouth opened and her teeth caught Karen's right nipple,
holding it for a moment and making Karen whimper with lust.  Victoria
pulled her face back slightly, pulling the nipple tight and making
Karen follow her.  Then she let the nipple go, allowing it to bounce
back into place, making Karen whimper even louder.

Victoria watched Karen for a moment longer, then turned her attention
to Paul.  Smiling mischeviously at him.  "I've been looking forward to
fucking you since lunch time."

Paul shook his head slowly, smirking in reply, but said nothing.

A disappointed look slowly bloomed on Victoria's face, an assumption
that maybe Paul didn't plan to play an active role in this evening's
events.

"If anything,"  Paul loosened his tie casually, watching the woman's
face closely.  "I'll be the one fucking you."

Victoria licked her lips in reply and was only able to take a single
step towards Paul before he spoke up again.

"For now, amuse yourself with Karen."  Paul smiled even more as he
returned Victoria's wink from earlier.  "I was enjoying the show."

Victoria smiled even wider as she turned back to Karen, "Well, that
means it's just you and me."

Karen didn't reply with words, instead stepping quickly closer to the
other woman and grabbing a fist full of her dark hair.  Victoria only
made a slight yelping noise as Karen pulled her back close, their lips
meeting again.

Behind them, Lawrence watched, more than entertained by this turn of
pace.  He hadn't seen Karen take control like that before.  He could
only assume that the presence of her husband had given her even more
spirit.

Karen loosened her grip and let Victoria's hair slip out from between
her fingers.  The ebon strands uncoiling from her fingers like a nest
of vipers retreating for shelter.  Her hands immediately went to the
front of Victoria's designer silk shirt, gripping it tightly and
yanking it apart, the crimson stone buttons falling around their feet.

Paul stood up as he watched, the smile still adorning his face.  He
crossed the hotel room slowly, always keeping at least a half an eye
on the two women.  He collected the corkscrew and a pair of wine
glasses from the counter and began the task of opening the wine.

Not to be out done, Victoria's hands found Karen's hips and pulled her
dress down as she dropped to her knees in front of Karen.  The white
thong remained around Karen's hip for only a second more as Victoria
reached up and yanked it down, twisting it around her knees to keep
Karen from backing up.

Victoria leaned forward now, licking the entirety of Karen's pussy
from the bottom to the top, staining her blonde pubic hairs to a brown
matte as Victoria's tongue spread her saliva and Karen's juice
upwards.

Lawrence, unable to contain himself much longer, stood up and began
removing his own suit.  Loosening his tie and pulling it free from his
neck with a zipping noise as the dark silk brushed through the
starched cotton of his collar.  He began unbuttoning his white shirt
and pulled it off of his shoulders at the same time that he removed
his jacket.

Karen threw her head backwards and stared, eyes glazed, at the
ceiling.  Her hands reached down and her fingers interwoven within the
locks of Victoria's hair, cupping the top of the woman's head.  She
tried to spread her legs wider, but found her knees still held
together by the twisted cloth of her panties.

Paul pulled the wine cork free with a loud pop as he watched
Victoria's tongue push up inside his wife's cunt.  The dark haired
woman's pale cheeks framed by the curly hair of Karen's pussy.
Victoria's eyes stared upwards, towards the woman, but her hands
continued to hold the panties tightly around Karen's knees.

Karen's pendulous breasts shook like warm Jello as she gasped for
air.  She opened her eyes slowly, then started to pull Victoria up,
pulling incessantly on her hair until the other woman's face finally
came away from her twitching pussy.  As Karen pulled Victoria back up,
she could feel the juices running down her leg.

Lawrence sat back down on the cool leather, now entirely naked.  The
feel of the couch on his ass made his balls tense up, but that didn't
deter him in the least.  His eyes continued to watch the movements of
the two women, taking in every detail that he could.  His right hand
wrapping around the shaft of his cock and starting to stroke it up and
down, little bubbles of pre-cum oozing in anticipation.

Karen pulled Victoria up so that they were face to face again.  She
held the woman there, at arm's length for a moment, and then pulled
her closer again, kissing her open mouthed and shoving her tongue into
Victoria's mouth.  She hungrily searched the recesses of her mouth,
finding the taste of herself and pulling it from Victoria.  Then she
pulled Victoria's head slightly back, her tongue reaching out and
licking Victoria's face, still pulling the juices from her skin.

Paul lifted the flute of white wine to his lips as he watched, he only
bothered to pour for himself.  If anyone else wanted, they would just
have to get it themselves.  He didn't feel like interrupting the
situation just to show good manners.  The wine felt warm as it slipped
across his tongue and down his throat, giving an additional glow to
his body.

"I want to see Lawrence fuck you."  Victoria whispered, but still loud
enough for the whole room to hear.  "On the floor.  On your hands and
knees."

Karen swallowed, then glanced across the room to Paul.  When she saw
him nod his approval, she slowly kneeled down in front of Victoria,
her back still to Lawrence.

Victoria took a step back as she watched, her lips curled in a smile
as she licked them.  Lawrence let go of his cock and stood up slowly,
stepping behind Karen as her hands dropped to the carpet.

Paul stepped around the table, hooking his arm around Victoria as he
passed and drawing her with him as he returned to the couch.  He let
go of her as he sat down, glancing at her for only a split second.
"Undress for me."

Victoria nodded as she stood before him, shrugging her shoulders and
letting the tattered remains of her shirt fall to the floor.  Her
breasts were small barely the size of a ripe orange and still covered
by a thin black bra.  She quickly removed this, tossing it aside.  Her
skin showed no sign of age, her breasts sitting proudly on her chest.
The dark nipples larger than his own wife's.

Lawrence kneeled close to Karen's hips, gripping the base of his cock
and dragging the tip of it up and down her pussy lips, teasing her and
spreading his pre-cum across her skin.  Her hips shook and pushed
back, trying to draw him inside her, but he only retreated slightly,
continuing to keep her at bay.

Victoria unhooked her slacks and let them drop around her feet,
showing Paul her matching dark panties.  The frills of lace lined the
edges of it, showing him quite a bit of her flesh, but still hiding
the most interesting parts.  Like her bra, she quickly divested
herself of these too, slipping her thumbs around the waistband and
drawing it down.  The wet center of it clung to her skin for a moment
before exposing her freshly smooth pussy.

Paul patted the couch next to him, inviting Victoria to sit.  But
instead she kneeled on the couch next to him, then rested her head in
his lap, feeling the lump of his confined cock against the side of her
face.

Karen's mouth went wide as Lawrence moved behind her, just from the
expression on her face, Paul could tell that the other man had entered
his wife.  He didn't need to see the physical evidence of it; just the
expression on her face was enough.

Lawrence groaned as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her back
against him.  She was just as tight as the last time he remembered
having her.  Only this time was even more exciting, knowing that her
husband was watching him with her.

Karen's hands pawed at the pale carpet beneath her, her fingernails
dragging through the fibers.  She could feel the head of his cock
pushing deeper inside her, spreading her willing walls.  Her eyes
focused on her husband's face and stared into his eyes as she moaned
loudly.

Victoria's hand could feel Paul's erect cock through the lump in his
slacks.  Her fingers found the clasp to his zipper and slowly started
drawing it down, waiting to see if he protested.  When she reached the
bottom of the zipper and he hadn't said anything, she raised her
fingers up, carefully unclasping his belt.

Lawrence's hands moved to Karen's ass, squeezing her cheeks in the
palms of his hand.  He let her lead the thrusts now, her hips moving
back and forth, drawing his cock in, and then pushing it out.  He held
her cheeks apart for a second, then moved a finger down between them,
pushing it against her puckered anus.

Karen swallowed hard, then groaned loudly as she felt the tip of
Lawrence's finger begin to enter her ass.  She wanted it, but she
hadn't expected him to start so early.  She held still for a moment,
his cock as deep inside her as she could get it, his fuzzy balls
hanging against the top of her slit, and tried to relax her
sphincter.  She felt his finger slowly forcing its way inside, causing
her hips to tremble and shake.

Paul felt Victoria open his slacks, but he ignored her, more intent on
watching his wife on the floor.  He could easily see Lawrence's finger
violating her ass, but was amazed by the way his wife was responding.
Her head whipping back, sending a cascade of golden hair spiraling up
into the air, before the tresses fell back down against her sweaty
back.  Her hips shook and her eyes glazed for a moment, her tongue
licking her dry lips.

Victoria parted Paul's boxers just enough to free his cock, her hands
wrapping around the thick shaft and pulling it free.  To her surprise
it was larger than she had expected, and actually bigger than any she
had encountered before, easily eleven inches long and three inches
around.  Even more surprising to her was that he was uncircumcised,
something else she hadn't encountered before.  The mushroom-headed tip
was exposed, from the sheath, an angry reddish color.

Karen could barely make out Victoria and Paul on the couch, she was
barely aware of Victoria examining her husband's cock.  Karen's vision
blurred and lost focus repeatedly as Lawrence pushed his finger deeper
inside her ass.  She felt the need to rock against him again, to feel
his cock moving inside her, but didn't want to stop his finger's
progress inside her.

Lawrence continued to burrow his digit into Karen, taking a slow
steady pace into her.  He could feel her body shaking beneath him, the
way the muscles on her back tensed and rippled across her ribs, the
little beadlets of sweat rolling down her skin.  His other hand
reached underneath her and cupped her dangling breast.  The heavy skin
filled and overflowed from his palm, the tiny nipple caught between
ring and fore fingers.

Paul slid his hand along Victoria's back, tracing the line of spine
right up to her neck.  He let his fingers slip between her dark
tresses and massage the base of her neck.  The mewling of pleasure she
made was intended to encourage him to continue, but the real incentive
to him was the feeling of her tongue grazing the tip of his cock.  The
rough texture of her skin teased his nerve endings, sending little
bursts of fire through his body.

Victoria felt Paul's cock twitch against her tongue, the salty, acrid
taste tingling her tongue.  She leaned closer into his lap, bringing
his entire tip into her mouth.  She let it slip against her cheek as
her tongue continued to press against it.  In reward she felt Paul's
hand travel down her spine again, slipping between her ass cheeks,
then reaching lower.  His fingers stopping to rub against her moist
lips.

Lawrence eased his finger all the way inside Karen and began to wiggle
it around, causing her hips to shake even more violently.  Her arms
gave way and her face pitched forward, falling hard against the
carpeted floor.  Her breathing was coming in gasps now, her whole body
writhing slowly.  He started to draw his hips back, pulling his cock
half way out of her, but pushing forward back into her.

Karen attempted to bite down on the carpet as she felt Lawrence's
finger twist inside her.  The added pleasure of his cock starting to
move again only pushed her further to the edge.  When her teeth failed
to get a grip on the fabric, she let out a long, loud scream.
Followed by a rapid panting that threatened to hyperventilate her.

Paul smiled as he watched his wife writhe on the floor, her tongue
lolling out of her mouth and dragging on the carpet.  He had never
seen her this carnally engaged.  She looked like an animal, striving
to only receive more pleasure.  It was an aspect of her that he now
regretted having taken so long to discover.

Paul's sudden movement surprised Victoria, pushing her up and off his
cock.  His hand gripped her shoulder, pushing her away so that she
laid on her back on the couch.  He then stood up and looked over her
as he started to undress.  She squirmed in place, anticipating what
was going to come next, spreading her legs wantonly for him.

Lawrence started to move his hips even faster, forcing his cock in and
out of Karen as he watched his wife on the couch.  His hand squeezed
Karen's melon sized breasts harder, making her eyes bolt open.  Making
her see what was happening right in front of her, he figured that she
would enjoy the show as well.

Paul looked over Victoria's taut body for a moment, drinking in each
detail of the delicacy he was about to enjoy.  He then sat back down
on the couch and pulled her hips up onto his lap, having her straddle
his hips so that she faced him, with her back to the other two.

He wanted her attention entirely on him.

He felt her hands grip his cock, moving it to aim it into her.  But he
wanted to control the pace at which this joining happened.  His hand
gripped her shoulder, pulling her down and forward, towards him.
Forcing all of his massive cock inside her in one thrust, aided by the
woman's own weight.

Victoria screamed out in a combination of agony and ecstasy as she
felt herself stretch to try and accommodate Paul's cock.  She could
feel it fill her and thought she could feel the tip of it brushing
against her cervix, but it was a feeling she had never felt before and
had nothing to compare it to.

Paul opened his mouth and took Victoria's entire left breast into his
mouth, his tongue roughly caressing her overly sensitive nipple.  He
drew his mouth back, letting his teeth drag across her flesh until he
caught her nipple.  He held it there as her body continued to thrash.

Lawrence watched with wide eyes as he wife managed to accept all of
Paul's cock into her body.   He didn't expect that she would actually
manage it, but now he looked down at Karen with newfound interest.

He pulled his hand away from her breast, much to the woman's
disappointment, then began to work his finger inside her.  Joining his
cock within her.  He could feel her body tense, then a long, low moan,
almost like a purr, come out of her.  It made her muscles rippled
around his cock, almost pulling more of him inside her.

Karen's knees went limp when she felt the additional pressure on her
pussy, pushing Lawrence's cock down and forcing it to brush even
harder against her clit.  She felt impaled on him now, dangling from
his flesh.

Paul relaxed his mouth, freeing Victoria's tortured nipple, causing
her to gasp.  He gave the nipple a light kiss as his hands gripped her
hips and began moving her up and down, sheathing and unsheathing his
cock within her.  She bounced over him, almost like a rag doll, her
eyes glassy and her breathing just barely pants.  With each thrust she
exhaled a moan that sounded like wail.  Her hands gripped his
shoulders, her fingernails digging tightly into her flesh.

For a moment he thought she might want him to stop, his hands relaxing
on her hips.  But she continued to move up and down on him on her
own.  Her head thrashing left and right like a puppet on broken
strings.

Victoria's nails dug even deeper into him, signaling the first of her
full orgasms.  Her body began to slow, but he lifted her up and turned
her while keeping his cock deep inside her.  He let her fall back to
the couch and began a new set of thrusts into her body.  Her limbs
limp now and shaking, his cock penetrating even deeper into her at
this angle.

It only took a dozen or so thrusts and Paul felt himself let loose a
series of watery jets, deep inside Victoria.  Her whole body shook
again, going rigid for a moment, and then shaking violently.  He held
himself inside her as he stilled his thrusts, making sure that every
last drip of his seed landed inside her.

Lawrence felt himself close to cumming as well, but couldn't tear his
eyes away from his now limp wife.  The groaning sound she made as Paul
pulled out of her just made Lawrence stroke even harder in and out of
Karen.

With what seemed like a practiced maneuver, Paul turned back to them
and knelt in front of his wife.  His hands reaching down and drawing
her face up.

"Clean me."  Was all he said and Karen's mouth opened willingly,
Paul's cock disappearing between her stretched lips.

That proved to be all that Lawrence could take, his cock twitched and
squirting inside Karen as she continued to suck her husband's cock
clean.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"I'm leaving now."  Paul's hand roused his wife from her sleep,
causing her to glance around the hotel room slowly in disorientation.

"What time is it?"  She barely managed to groan out.  Her body ached
and her head was throbbing.  It felt like she had only been sleeping
for an hour or two.

"It should be dawn in a few hours."  Paul straightened his tie before
glancing at his wife again.  He ignored the groan of disapproval that
came out of her.

"I have important work to see to this morning.  I need to get back."
He didn't feel the need to provide her an excuse, but he gave her a
reason anyway.

He kneeled down to the bed top and kissed his wife lightly on the
forehead.  "Go back to sleep.  I will see you again in eleven weeks,"

Epilogue

She stepped up the stairs leading to the front door of the mansion.
She wasn't surprised that there was no one awaiting her arrival.
Under the circumstances, she expected no different.

When she reached the top of the stairs, she pushed the thick metal
door open, finding it unlocked just as she expected.

She had barely set a foot past the threshold when she heard her
husband's voice echo through the marble halls.

"Have you finally returned?"  His voice was tinged with annoyance and
anger.

"Yes, I have."  She replied, her sandals clicking on the marble floors
as she followed his voice to the rear balcony.

She stepped onto the balcony and found her husband where she expected
him to be, sitting on his chair at the far end of the balcony.  She
was surprised to see that he was alone, having apparently dismissed
all of the servants.  But even with no others present to see, she
dropped to her knees and adverted her eyes down at the ground.

"I expected you month ago."  His voice was stern as his eyes followed
her arrival onto the balcony.  "A month and a week ago if you consider
our bargain."

"I apologize Lord Pluto."  She replied, the time for the use of names
like Peter and Karen were gone.  In this place there was a strict code
of conduct to obey.  "But I do have my reasons."

Pluto stood from his seat and walked to a silver tray where a pair of
goblets waited, accompanied by a pitcher of blood red liquid.

"Do tell me what was so important that you would break our agreement,
Lady Persephone."  His sarcastic tone was anything but restrained as
he poured the wine into both goblets.

"I bring a gift, but I could not leave until I was sure of it."  Her
voice was apologetic and she made no motion to rise from her kneeling
position.

He raised an eyebrow as he sipped his wine.

"A gift?"  He questioned.  "I sensed you returning with no one else
and nothing of value."

"Some things of value are not that easy to count, my lord."  She
raised her eyes carefully.  "Victoria is with child.  You shall be a
father."

He blinked in surprise at his wife.  He needed no reminder to remember
who the human she referred to was.  He remembered the night quite
clearly.

"And you're sure of this?"  He asked, his eyes narrowing, but his
emotions carefully restrained.  He didn't wish to anticipate something
that might not be true.

"I am sure."  Persephone nodded, slowly rising to her feet without
waiting for his permission.  "I would not return here with this news
if I did not know it to be true."

Pluto pondered these words for a moment, a smile slowly creeping
across his face.  "And do they know?  Who the father is?"

"No,"  She shook her head slowly.  "I thought it best to make sure
that her husband thought that it was his."

"Yes, yes, of course."  He nodded in agreement, finally letting his
emotions show.

"They plan to call her Summer."

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