Chapter 11

Jeanette was reminded of a Saturday night a couple years after their wedding. They had been invited to view some vacation films of a married couple who had become their friends.

Ed and Jeanette drove their Chevy into the driveway of the modern, expensive-looking house and parked it beside the Porsche. Ed admired the little car.

"Couldn't they afford a larger car?" Jeanette asked.

Ed laughed. "This little car cost over ten thousand. And this house looks like it cost over a hundred."

They were greeted before they even rang the doorbell by Bob Hungerford. He shook Ed's hand with a vise-like grip and gave Jeanette a smothering bear hug. He was a much larger man than Ed and was slightly overpowering, but he was so nice and friendly that it didn't interfere with their friendship.

"Chi-chi, the Wyndoms are here!" Bob called.

His wife entered the room with a smile on her beautiful face. She was tall and willowy, with long golden hair falling onto her shoulders in natural waves.

"You folks just sit down and make yourself comfortable for a moment and I'll go mix some drinks and turn over the soy-bean steaks on the grill," Bob said.

"Jeez," Ed said to Jeanette. "I think we stumbled into the palace of the gods. These people are too beautiful to be true. Makes me feel inadequate."

Jeanette nodded. "Makes me feel the same way."

Ed gave her a long reassuring kiss.

"Whoops, am I interrupting something serious here?" Bob asked jovially.

"No," Jeanette said. "We were just admiring your house."

Bob laughed loudly. "Looked to me like you were admiring each other. That looks like a newlyweds' kiss. Are you sure you've been married two years?"

"Yes, but it doesn't seem like it," she answered.

"You're lucky," Bob replied. "Mast couples start looking for a change after about two years. When things start slowing down and it gets to be a bore, a lot of people look for new sexual adventures. It breaks up some marriages, but others thrive because the couples are mature and channel their needs into directions that they can share."

"Yes, we are lucky. We swore to each other, though, that if it ever gets boring we'll figure out a way to save the marriage and still find some excitement," Ed answered.

Bob ginned his grizzly-bear grin at them and winked. "Let me show you around our little house here."

Bob took Jeanette's arm and held her close as they toured the house, but he directed most of his conversation to Ed. When they returned to the den, Chi-chi was waiting for them with drinks.

"What unusual drinks, Chi-chi. What do you call them?"

"Carrot cocktails," she answered. "They're very healthy but they'll knock you on your ass."

Jeanette was startled by the chic lady's choice of words. What were these people really like? she asked herself.

"Time for some home movies!" Bob boomed.

He and Ed set up the screen and projector and doused the lights. Bob moved over to the sofa where Ed and Jeanette were sitting. He took up almost half the couch himself and his huge thigh was pressing against Jeanette's.

Chi-chi placed her bare feet on the ottoman. Jeanette tried to see in the dim light whether Chi-chi's toes were rubbing against Ed's legs, which were also on the ottoman. She couldn't tell.

Numbers flickered on the screen then an outdoors scene. A sign appeared in the picture that said, "Sunshine Lovers Retreat".

"Looks like a good name for a nudist camp," Ed joked.

"Right," Bob replied.

And the next scene flickered on. The screen was filled with naked people. Boys, girls, men and women all frolicked together.

Jeanette thought it must be a joke. She figured that Bob had bought the film through some mail-order outfit and was showing it as a home movie to be funny. Just as she started to laugh, Chi-chi appeared on the screen. She had huge firm tits that stood up perkily as she tossed a volley ball.

The camera stayed glued on the fantastic long-legged body of Bob's wife. She played unselfconsciously. Her hair was streaming in the wind as she ran. Her smooth thighs were like marble and they rippled slightly with muscle action as she moved. And her pubic hair was as blonde as the hair on her head. She had huge pink areolas but her nipples were just tiny buds.

Jeanette glanced over at Ed. His eyes were glued to the screen. She felt Bob shift his position and he placed his muscular arm across the back of the sofa. His leg pressed a little more against Jeanette's.

Jeanette had assumed that Bob was the one who had taken the pictures of Chi-chi. She was surprised when he appeared on the screen beside his wife. She was also surprised at his huge muscles. His stomach looked like a washboard and his arms bulged with balloon-like biceps. Then there was his cock. It wasn't hard but it hung halfway down his thigh, a good seven inches long. It swung in mighty pendulum movements as he ran. His large hairy balls hung heavily from the curly patch of pubic hair that climbed to his belly and led to the hair of his chest.

"That's a really nice-looking place," Ed said with a catch in his throat.

"Yeah," Bob answered. "We go there every year. We have a lot of friends that go there. It just makes you feel healthy all over to spend a week in the sun bare-assed."

"You both look extremely healthy in this film," Jeanette said.

Chi-chi rose and danced across the beam of light from the projector. Her body's outline was clear through the sheer gown she wore.

"I love the freedom of no clothes," Chi-chi said as she danced out of the room.

She returned with some more drinks and Jeanette noticed that she stood before Ed a long time while handing him his drink. He could see every curve of her model's body through the thin dress she wore.

Jeanette was very aware of Bob's big thigh pressing against her. Especially since she knew that such a huge donkey dong was being held captive in his pants. She usually didn't like big men, but she was definitely getting horny.

The film dimmed. The scene changed from an exterior to an interior. Jeanette could not quite make out the faces of tire two entwined people but the woman's body looked familiar. She assumed it was Chi-chi but she could not be sure. She could tell that the man was not Bob. He was too small in all departments.

The couple was lying nude together in bed, kissing. The girl had the man's erect cock in her hand, massaging it and pulling the skin back so that it strained upward. It was a modest member, but the girl seemed pleased with it. She rubbed it and fondled it, letting her hand wander down to squeeze his balls occasionally.

Jeanette still could not see the girl's face clearly. The camera was positioned at the couple's feet and there was a clear view of her cunt. She held her legs open as the man rubbed and separated her pussy lips. The film was dim but of good quality and Jeanette could see the moisture on the red swollen lips of the girl's cunt. And the girl's cunt had blonde hair, which was an indication that it might be Chi-chi. If it was, Bob seemed not to mind. He was smiling as the sex scene unfolded on the screen.

Jeanette reached over and took Ed's hand in hers. His palm was sweaty. She let go of it and slipped her hand down to his crotch. He had a tremendous hard-on.

Suddenly the lights came on. Bob laughed as Jeanette jerked her hand away from her husband's lap.