Chapter 4

One Sunday afternoon at Stinson Beach, while Glen and Beth were lazing in the sun and listening to the ocean, a young couple (who would soon more than fill the void Ron had left in their sex life) spread their blanket next to the Fosters'. Glen was lying on his stomach when they approached, his eyes closed, the side of his head resting on the warm blanket, his arms cradling his head. Beth was sitting beside him, with monstrous round sunglasses shading her eyes, applying sun tan lotion to her shapely calves and feet. She noticed the couple stop just a few feet away and spread their blanket on the sand.

They were both tall. The man (about Glen's age, she guessed) was muscular like a body builder, and the girl, also about Glen's age, was slender and supple-looking. Both wore street clothing, but not for long. She watched them undress. The girl had a yellow bikini under her dress and the man wore very snug, brief men's swim trunks. Both had deep tans. Beth envied them because she'd never been able to take a decent tan. The girl was a brunette, her hair short-cropped but feminine. The man's hair was nearly as long as the girl's, a sandy leonine mane framing his rugged facial features. His face looked every bit as handsome and masculine to Beth as his rippling chest and stomach muscles. His biceps were as thick as the girl's graceful thighs.

The girl settled on the blanket and fished a bottle of lotion from her beach bag. The man, still standing, said, "Come on, Jen. Let's take a dip before you get too relaxed and lazy."

"I already am," she said, smiling as she uncapped the bottle and held it out to him. "Fix me before you run off, Walt."

He took the bottle from her, kneeling as she lay down and turned onto her stomach. Swinging a leg over her body, he sat on her butt and spread lotion over her tanned back. She reached behind her and undid the top of her bikini so he could rub in the lotion unhampered. Beth watched as his hands worked expertly on her back. The muscles in his arms danced as he massaged the brunette's back with long, smooth rubbing motions. The girl seemed to melt, sighing and letting his hands knead her flesh.

When he'd finished, Walt capped the bottle and dropped it beside Jen as he got up. "You can do the front," he said.

"All right. Tie me."

He laughed, starting to walk away.

"Walt?" she called.

He merely laughed louder and kept walking toward the ocean.

"Damn you!" she yelled after him.

Beth sat still for a moment, watching Jen fumble with the straps of her bikini, trying to tie them into a knot. She was having so much trouble Beth took pity on her, got up and went to help her. She stopped beside their blanket. "I'll do that for you, if you like."

Jen's head snapped around. She smiled. "Thanks, honey."

Beth dropped to her knees beside Jen and quickly tied the straps. "How's that?" she asked.

Jen worked her shoulders. "Fine, thanks. That bastard is always doing something like that to me. Did you see what he did?"

"I saw," Beth smiled. "It was kind of funny, you know."

Jen laughed. "Yeah. I guess so. It's his way of paying me back for not going swimming with him, I suppose. He's a physical culture nut, always swimming or lifting weights or jogging."

"Looks like it agrees with him," Beth said, looking toward the water, where Walt was whooping and splashing.

Jen, reaching into her beach bag for cigarettes and matches, paused to look closely at Beth's face. She smiled to herself as she got them out. "Sit down. Have a smoke with me."

Beth sat down on he blanket and accepted the proffered cigarette and light. She saw Walt's head top a wave as he swam out. She noticed Jen looking at her and smiling. Jen wore a plain gold band.

"Your husband's sure got lots of muscles," Beth remarked.

"You like that, huh?"

Beth blushed. "You've got a nice shape too. Do you exercise a lot?"

"Not when I can get out of it," Jen said. "Do you?"

"Sit-ups is all," Beth said, patting her flat belly.

Jen reached over and squeezed the all-but-nonexistent fatty tissue at Beth's side, nodding appreciatively. She let go, and looked at Beth's large, high-standing tits, she said, "Nice ... very nice. My name's Jennifer. What's yours?"

Something about Jen's touch and the look in her eyes made Beth's loins quiver. "Beth," she said simply.

"Beth. That's nice. So warm and feminine and soft-sounding. It fits you."

Beth looked away from her twinkling eyes. "I guess I'd better get back before Glen thinks I've deserted him, Jennifer."

"Call me Jen. What's your hurry? He hasn't moved. Do you need some lotion? I'll do your back if you'll do my front. I hate to rub myself in public. It makes me feel so narcissistic."

"Well ... it has been a while since Glen did my back. Maybe it wouldn't hurt. I burn awfully easy."

"I can imagine, with that delicate complexion," Jen said, her smile broader now, "Lie down, honey. I'll do you first."

Beth lay down on her stomach, resting on her elbows so she could finish smoking her cigarette. She saw Jen's hand stick her cigarette into the sane, then felt cool lotion being poured over her back. Her suit was a two-piece, though not a bikini like Jen's. She started to object when Jen unhooked her lop, but instead she dropped to the blanket so no one could see her tits. Reaching out to push her cigarette into the sand, she felt Jen's slender fingers and soft palms begin to rub in the lotion. She stuck her cigarette into the sand and cradled her face with her arms.

It was nice, relaxing. Jen rubbed firmly, as Walt had done to her, rolling and stretching the muscles in Beth's back.

"Do you like that, Beth?" "Mmm-hmm."

Jen laughed and swung over her, sitting on Beth's butt as she massaged her back even more delightfully. Beth thought it all a bit too intimate, but it felt so nice she said nothing. The warm sun beating down, the sound of breaking waves in the distance, Jen's lovely hands working sensually at her back, all set her to daydreaming about the pretty brunette.

She recalled her face, her smile, her full lips curving over straight white teeth. People straight, not dentist straight. What would it be like to kiss her? Beth shivered at the thought. It was not an entirely new thought to her. Ever since Glen and Ron had sex with each other, she'd been wondering how she would react with another girl. And unless she missed her guess, Jen was thinking similar thoughts. The way her hands worked lovingly over Beth's back was too sensual for Jen to be concerned only with rubbing in lotion.

Beth felt a coil unwind deep inside her. "Mmm," she sighed again. "That's so relaxing you're putting me to sleep."

"Am I, Beth? Is that what I'm doing?" Jen asked in a throaty voice.

Then her hands were working up and down Beth's sides, the tips of her long fingers brushing the mashed-out portions of her tits. Beth lay deathly still. The beach sounds were all that kept her from telling Jen what she was really doing to her. She thought Jen knew. She hoped she did, but she couldn't be sure. The rubbing stopped. Jen was hooking her top back together, getting off her.

"The backs of your thighs are a little red. Shall I put lotion on them, too?"

"Yes," Beth said, almost too eagerly. Then she added hastily, "If they need it."

Jen laughed a delighted little laugh. "Oh, I think they do need it. Open wide, honey, so I can get between them and do them both at the same time."

Beth opened her legs and Jen knelt between her knees. A stream of cool lotion ran up the back of one thigh and down the other. Beth felt a shiver course through her.

"You're not cold, are you?"

"No," Beth said. "A cat must have walked over my grave."

There was no comment from Jen as her hands moved onto Beth's thighs, fanning from side to side, smearing the lotion over her smooth skin. Jen's palms slid higher and higher till her thumbs touched lightly and quickly at Beth's crotch. As suddenly, they were down her thighs now, kneading and stroking firmly, clear down to the backs of her knees. Back up now, still working deeply and firmly. At the top again, Beth's buttocks jiggling, Jen's thumbs pressing into her crotch more deliberately this time. Beth held her breath. It still might have been only an accident.

Both of Jen's hands were on Beth's left thigh now, one on the outside and one inside, starting at her knee, moving upward, working as a team. As fingertips came nearer her crotch, Beth again held her breath, hoping, wanting to express her hope. She wasn't disappointed this time. There was no doubt. The fingertips touched her intimately, pressed, rubbed over her asshole and cunt through her bathing suit. Jen was doing it on purpose! Then the lovely fingertips were gone, the hands working back down the same thigh they'd come up. Beth let out her breath.

Still Jen said nothing. Beth felt the hands move to her right thigh and start at the knee again, both of them moving up toward her body. Breathing shallowly, lying still and expectant, Beth waited. Nearer and nearer came Jen's fingertips. The closer they came, the more Beth's heart pounded. Jen's fingers were firm and purposeful against the inside of her thigh this time. One of the digits slipped under the crotchband of Beth's suit, flicked her clitoris once, twice, then sank into her cunt up to the second knuckle.

Beth groaned. Then the finger was gone and Jen was lying down beside her, smiling.

"Want another cigarette before you put the lotion on me, honey?"

"I think I need one," Beth said, looking questioningly into Jen's smiling face. "I must have been hallucinating just now."

"Oh? Pleasant or scary?" "Do I look scared?" "Huh-uh. You look juicy." "I am."

"You go around saying things like that, you're likely to get eaten up."

"I wouldn't mind," Beth smiled.

Jen looked directly into her eyes. "You little doll, you!"

Beth watched as Jen elbowed up, put two cigarettes between her lips and lit them both. Beth reached out and took one from her lips, bringing it to her mouth for a deep drag. She exhaled with a sigh, looking up at a drifting white cloud.

"Beth?"

It was Glen, sitting up and looking around for her.

"Don't you dare leave without giving me your phone number," Jen said.

When Beth gave it to her, she wrote it on the inside of her match book cover.

"Oh, there you are," Glen said when Beth stood up. He'd been looking everywhere except on the nearby blankets for her. "Are you about ready to go home, baby?"

She hadn't moved away from Jen's blanket. "Not yet, Glen. It's still early."

"You know how easily you burn."

"I just got a new coat of lotion. I've made a new friend, too. I want to talk to her a while longer."

Glen grinned and nodded to Jen, who coolly appraised him from head to foot before she smiled back at him. Glen said, "Well, in that case I'll lake a last dip. Want to come?"

Beth shook her head, and Glen trotted off toward the water as she sat down again.

"You've got a nice-looking husband," Jen said, watching Glen till he went into the water. "I could go for him."

Beth laughed. "From the way he was looking at you, I'd say he might like that."

Jen looked surprised. "You wouldn't mind?"

"I wouldn't mind," Beth said. She didn't tell Jen about Ron, but she was thinking about those wonderful three-way sex sessions. "Maybe you could visit us some night, Jen."

"You and Glen? Both of you?"

"It might be fun."

Jen laughed heartily.

"Did I saw something funny?"

"No, baby. Of course not. You're not as naive as I thought you might be-because of your age, you understand. That's what I was laughing at. My underestimating you." Beth told her about Ron then, partly because she wanted Jen to think she was sophisticated and partly because she'd never told anyone about it and felt a sudden need to. Jen smiled through it all and said how delightful she thought their arrangement had been.

"It's too bad he had to move away," Jen said.

"Yes. Things haven't been the same since. Glen and I both miss him. Three in a bed is so much nicer than just two."

"Four is even better," Jen said, a knowing smile coming over her pretty face. "Would it be all right if I bring my husband when I come to your place?"

Beth was delighted. "Mmm-hmm! I'd love to touch all those muscles! Do you think he'd go for it? Glen would, I'm sure."

"Glen would what, you're sure?" Glen asked, dripping water as he came to stand beside the blanket, looking at the girls as he beat his head with the heel of one hand to get the water out of his ear.

"Glen! Sit down with us, honey," Beth said.

He sat on the blanket at her invitation. Walt was still swimming unseen somewhere.

"Isn't she pretty, Glen?" Beth asked.

He threw Beth a puzzled glance. "Yes, she is. Damned pretty. Why do you ask?"

Beth grinned. "I just wanted to know if Jen appealed to you before I asked you if you'd like to screw her."

"Huh?"

The girls laughed. Jen said, "You heard right. Beth and I have been cooking up a little swap. You get me and she gets my husband. Just for fun and games, of course, not permanently."

Their bluntness had a momentarily stunning effect on Glen. He glanced from Beth to Jen, searching their faces to determine if they were joking. He decided they weren't. Jen's warm hand stroking his thigh soon put him at ease. When she asked him to apply lotion to her legs and the front of her body, he did it gladly. He was working happily on her thighs when he noticed a big Tarzan-type guy standing off a few feet with a puzzled expression on his face and his hands on his hips. Staring incredulously at muscles on top of muscles, slender Glen quit rubbing lotion over Jen's warm, tanned skin and, mouth agape, watched Walt approach.

"Would somebody tell me just what the hell's going on here?" Walt demanded. 'That's my wife you're feeling up, pal."

"Walt!" Jen exclaimed with joyous surprise. "Sit down, honey. How was your swim?"

Walt took a towel and began rubbing himself dry, standing beside the blanket and looking at Beth more than Glen or his wife. "Swell," he said. "Nothing like a vigorous swim to set your blood in motion. I feel like a million."

"Shake hands with Glen and Beth," she said. Turning to the Fosters, she added, 'This is my husband, Walt."

"Mmm. All those muscles," Beth sighed, smiling warmly at Walt as they shook hands.

"She's got a thing for your muscles, honey," Jen said. "I told her she could feel them tonight, including your best one."

Walt grinned from ear to ear. "Hell yes. It's okay by me.

"We're going to swap," Jen smiled dreamily. "I get to feel Glen's muscle."

Walt took Glen's hand and pumped it warmly. "Glad to know you, Walt," Glen said, relaxing now that Walt was smiling instead of frowning.

"Yeah. Likewise," Walt said. Then he grinned good-naturedly and said in a teasing tone, "I hope you've been eating your Wheaties, Glen. You've got quite a job ahead of you. Jen's an insatiable little cunt."

Jen laughed. "Don't be so smug, big boy. You may have just met your match. Innocent-looking little Beth has been taking care of two guys for the past several months, her husband and their friend, sleeping with both of them every night. I'd say her appetite is pretty damned healthy."

All the details were worked out over the next fifteen amiable minutes. They left the beach holding hands, Beth with Walt and Jen with Glen. The trip back over the mountain and on to San Francisco seemed to Beth as if it would take forever. She rode with Walt, sitting close to him and running her hands over his muscular body as he drove, getting hotter and hotter. Whenever they moved up close behind the Fosters, car, Beth could see Jen snuggled up to Glen, kissing his neck and ear. From the angle of Jen's position, Beth guessed she was fondling Glen's genitals, too. Walt's erect penis felt wonderful. She rubbed it through his swim trunks, wanting to reach inside and feel it more intimately, but not daring for fear he would get too excited and run off the road.

During the drive she learned this was nothing new for Walt and Jen. Walt said they'd been swapping for more than a year. The idea excited her tremendously. She urged him to go on talking about the things he and Jen had done. The orgies he described made her tremble with wantonness-especially the one at which a young wife had been tied to a bed and screwed in turn by every man present as the others looked on and drank highballs. Beth closed her eyes and fantasized herself as that girl, helpless, forced to submit to man after man for the other guests' voyeuristic pleasure. It sounded so erotic, so utterly depraved and delightful. Just thinking about it happening to her nearly brought her to orgasm.

Glen and Jen were getting out of the Fosters' car when Walt pulled to a stop behind it. The Fosters' apartment had been agreed on because it was closer, just off the Golden Gate bridge approach in the Marina district, near the Presidio. Wearing beach robes and carrying their clothes, the excited foursome entered the building and went chatting up the one flight of stairs and down the hall to Glen and Beth's apartment. Inside, relishing their first moment of real privacy, Jen pressed her slender body hotly to Glen, kissing him with open-mouthed urgency.

"They make a damned nice-looking couple, don't they?" Walt commented, leaning against the door and watching Glen fondle his wife's buttocks.

Beth pressed close to him, sensually rubbing her pelvis from side to side and flattening her large tits against his muscular chest. "We do too, lover. Kiss me."

Beth nearly creamed as Walt slowly wrapped his powerful arms around her and gently hugged her to him. His lips were soft on hers, almost as if he was holding back for fear of hurting her. She groaned and roughly pressed her mouth to his. That was all he was waiting for. She could feel the muscles in his arms grow hard as he squeezed her hungrily and held her tight. The tip of his tongue entered her mouth. She sighed, claiming it at once, sucking it deeper inside as she licked at it.

"Come on. Let's go to bed," Jen said.