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Harold. They were all spent. Meg went over to the bar and returned with fresh towels for each of them. Marci sat up and rubbed her face, then her body. She spread her legs and wiped between them, then got off the bed and went to the pool. She got in and submerge, then stood and wiped her face. Susan followed, and then Greg and Harold.

Meg sat and gave me a kiss. I felt the need for urgent release, but not yet. I wanted to savor the experience of Marci’s performance, of Susan’s orgasm with Harold, of all I had witnessed that evening, and feel the mysterious pain and euphoria brewing in my soul. I was afraid if I didn’t pace myself, temper the erotic fervor, my next orgasm could be fatal. Meg seemed to sense where I was and didn’t press.

We heard them laughing in the pool and I felt like was waking from a dream. Meg was soothingly rubbing my thigh.

“She did that for you, you know,” she said. I felt she might have been more specific.

“Did what?”

“I’m talking about Marci. She fucked Greg and Harold for you. She knew it would excite you. It did, I could tell.” She gripped my still aching cock, which had previously been pumping precum all over her fingers.

“She told me she was going to.”

“I couldn’t do it with Greg. I told him I couldn’t. He’s too big.”

“I noticed that myself. I wasn’t sure Marci would be able to follow through. For a moment, it looked unlikely.”

“Susan said it took her a while. I’m glad you and Harold aren’t that way. No offense.”

“None took.”

“I’m just going to have a taste,” she said. She took my cock in her mouth and, rather than suck, she just held there. The effect was wonderful. I responded with haste.

“Hmm. I like that. I like to feel it grow in my mouth.”

“It was lovely.”

“Did you ever think I’d have your cock in my mouth, Ryan?”

“No. At least, well… Let me backtrack here. Is it okay if I say yes?”

“Of course! I’ve thought of you eating me out. Susan told me you were terrific. So is Harold.”

“I began thinking of you in that way after he told me about your Europe trip. I had to imagine you naked in the sauna.”

“It was quite an experience. Susan should try it.”

“I think she will. She’s pretty much up for anything these days.”

“So am I, Ryan… Listen. I want to make love to you. I feel I have to make love to you—but not here. Too much has already happened. Maybe I could see you later tonight in your room? I know Susan and Marci won’t mind.”

Though I had no reason to be, I was floored by the suggestion. It felt like cheating, which was crazy. We could have moved to the bed right then and not raised an eyebrow. Regardless, it didn’t sit exactly right.

“Ryan, you don’t have to say yes now. Think about it.”

“I will.”

“We all love Marci, by the way. She’s a catch.”

“I agree. I feel lucky.” I took a moment before continuing. “She’s worried it won’t last. So am I.”

“The ‘vacation wife’ thing? Probably not. She could just be your other wife. Why not? You all get along so well, and we know how Susan feels about her. She made that clear tonight. If she was Harold’s vacation wife, I’d move her right in.”

“That would be something. Two full-time wives.”

“You’ll figure it out. Hey! Then I could be your vacation wife.” She laughed.

“I suspect we will figure it out.”

Meg smiled. “Good. Now let’s go join them in the pool.”

∞∞∞

“Hey you guys!” said Susan. They were spread out. I wondered if they had exhausted all matters sexual but was soon convinced this wasn’t the case.

“We were watching you two,” said Marci. “We thought you and  Meg were going to consummate your new relationship. The evening is still young.”

“No it isn’t,” said Susan. “It must be after midnight.”

“Yeah, like I said.”

Meg whispered in Marci’s ear, who smiled and nodded. She gave Meg a cordial kiss on the lips, then whispered in Susan’s ear, who also smiled.

Greg got out of the tub to search for his watch. It was in his shorts by the bar. “It’s not even eleven… Can I get anyone anything?”

“Why don’t we come over there?” said Susan. We followed her out of the pool and discovered there was exactly the right number of clean towels left for us each to have one.

We dried off. Only Susan elected to wear a towel around her waist. The rest of us were comfortable naked.

“I don’t think I should drink anymore,” said Marci. “I might do something foolish I’ll regret later.”

That got a laugh.

“Honey, do we have champagne?” asked Susan, speaking to Greg. We were back in form now.

“A case.” He left to retrieve champagne stored in the downstairs fridge.

“A little bourbon, Harold?” I asked, going around the bar. These were the first words I’d spoken to him since watching him screw Marci and eat my wife. This too struck me as funny.

“Sure. Thanks.” He sat on the stool next to Susan and Meg sat next to her.

“Sit here, Marci,” said Meg, patting the stool next to her. “I want to hear all about your day.” This drew an appreciative chuckle.

“Thanks, but I think I’ll stand for a while.” Susan gave her a knowing grin. Though I was guessing, I think we all knew why Marci preferred to stand. This knowledge made me wince and wonder if anything had changed.

Greg arrived with two bottles of champagne and poured for everyone. I gave him the bartending post and sat next to Meg. Marci stood at my side with her hand on my shoulder. I gave her a kiss. To my left and right were naked breasts belonging to three sexually fluid women. I knew it would take me the rest of my life to sort the evening’s events, and still dancing in my head was the prospect of Meg’s earlier

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