Chapter 3

Abby and Jack Nelson opened the door to their room with a loud bang and staggered in, laughing and giggling drunkenly. Gwen and Eddie Parker followed close on their heels, equally giddy.

"Ssshhh!" Abby said, raising a finger and holding it against her lips. "You'll wake the children. It's late."

"Children?" Jack asked. He turned around and gave his wife a searching look. "The children are home, darling. You do remember, don't you? I mean, you're not that far gone, are you?"

"Home? Aren't we home?" Muddled understanding seeped into her brain and she began to giggle. "Oh, yeah! I forgot! We don't have any children for the weekend. I don't have to be a mother tonight. That's wonderful."

Jack grinned crookedly. "Only a wife tonight," he said, implying something distinctly sexual. "All you have to be tonight, darling, is a wife."

They began to giggle in that almost mindless form of drunken communication that needs no words to express the most complicated thoughts or emotions. They held onto each other to keep from falling, staggering with laughter.

"Hey, come on you two," Eddie said, only slightly less sloshed. He pushed the doubled over couple into the room with both hands. "Let someone else get in."

"Did you hear what she said?" Jack said, trying to explain to his best friend.

Gwen closed the door and locked it with a quick snap of her wrist. She had nursed one tepid drink all evening and was stone cold sober. She would play their game. For a while. She had some very definite ideas in mind, and she wasn't about to do anything that would interfere with their fruition.

"Come on, people," she said, herding them toward the bed. "For God's sake, be quiet. Do you have any idea what time it is? It must be after one."

"But we don't have any children this weekend," Abby said patiently, as if trying to explain a complicated subject to another drunk. "My mother has them. We're all alone, just the four of us."

"Yes, but the people around us are trying to sleep," Gwen said soothingly. "We're going to get thrown out if we're not careful."

Jack stiffened his spine and thrust his chest forward. "They are not sleeping," he said, slurring his words. "They are fucking. That's what everybody does when they go away for a vacation. They fuck."

Tension gripped Gwen's stomach. She had to control her impulse to grind her trembling thighs together. Her cunt was sopping wet. It had been for the past hour and a half, and her dripping panties were glued to her crotch like a second skin. Her mouth was open slightly, and she breathed shallowly through parted lips.

"Well, let them fuck," she said. She emphasized the word, spicing it with as much raw lasciviousness as she knew how. "But we should let them fuck in peace."

Jack stared directly at Gwen, and an electric spark passed between them. His eyes blazed with a smoldering passion he could no longer hide. Slowly, sensually, she ran the tip of her pink tongue around her glistening lips. Her cunt throbbed in anticipation. She trembled inwardly.

Abby plopped down on the bed with her legs parted. The hem of her short, print dress rode up, exposing a considerable expanse of warm pink flesh. Eddie dropped into one of the chairs to the right of the bed, his legs sprawled out in front of him, and stared at her thighs.

"You know what I feel like doing?" Eddie said. He suddenly jumped up with disjointed, uncoordinated enthusiasm. He snapped on the radio and twirled the dial. "I feel like dancing."

"You still feel like dancing?" Abby asked. She leaned back and propped herself up on her elbows. Her skirt pulled higher, exposing more shapely thigh and the pale pastel color of her panties. "After all the dancing we did at the recreation hall? Jesus, what kind of vitamins are you giving him, Gwen? Tell me, so I can give them to Jack."

Gwen's eyes didn't waver from Jack's face. "He doesn't need vitamins," she said, answering her friend, but communicating with her friend's husband.

"That's right, baby," Eddie said. He danced over to Gwen, completely unaware of the byplay going on between his wife and his best friend. He tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to break eye contact with Jack for the first time. "Come on, baby. I feel like dancing."

Gwen smiled at her husband. "Oh, not now, dear." The smile became wry and mask-like, although Eddie was totally unaware of the subtle alteration. "Why don't you dance with Abby?"

Eddie nodded okay and danced across the room toward the bed. Abby's blonde hair hung down behind her, almost touching the bed as she rocked her head from side to side. Her thighs were widely parted, and Gwen could see all the way up her skirt. She hoped Eddie wouldn't miss the view.

"Hey, come on, let's dance," Eddie said, tapping Abby on the knee. "Come on, Abby. I feel like dancing."

"Me?" Abby squeaked. "Why don't you dance with your wife?"

"Naw, I'd rather dance with you," he said, tugging on her hand.

Abby resisted him limply. "I don't know if I can stand up," she giggled.

"Come on, Abby," Gwen cut in quickly. "Dance with him. He'll hold you up. He-likes to dance with you."

That pleased Abby, and she sat up. "He does?" Her features arranged themselves into a sloppy smile. She stuck her tongue out at her husband. "Well, at least somebody appreciates my dancing."

They staggered against each drunkenly, trying to find enough coordination to move their legs in time to the driving beat of the music. Abby danced with her eyes closed, her unfettered, pear-shaped breasts bobbing and bouncing under her dress. Eddie was into the music, sweat streaking his face, his head rocking from side to side, the only portion of his anatomy in sympathetic rhythm.

Gwen walked casually across the room and turned the dial on the stereo until she found a station playing slow music.

"Hey, what did you change it for?" Eddie demanded. He half-turned, one shoulder down, one shoulder up, his spine twisted, and his legs sprawled in mid-stride. "I was just getting into the sound."

"It's late, darling," Gwen said reasonably. "I don't imagine everyone is fucking. If someone complains, we might not be able to dance at all."

Eddie straightened up and stared at her.

She smiled sweetly. "Oh, go on and dance, darling. Music is music. And hurry up before Abby falls down."

Eddie nodded in agreement and turned again toward Abby. Her eyes were still closed, and she swayed from side to side, feeling the sensuality of the slower, lilting tempo. He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her back. Without losing a step, Abby snuggled against him. She slid her arms around his neck and pressed her flushed cheek against his chest.

Gwen looked at her husband. His crotch was only a fraction of an inch away from the rounded curve of Abby's cunt mound. Sooner or later, she knew, his cock would get hard, and it would press between Abby's thighs and rub against Abby's pussy. Exactly what she wanted to happen.

"I gotta take a piss," Jack said. He watched the dancing couple, and nodded in agreement. He walked past them and headed toward the bathroom. "I won't be long."

When she heard the bathroom door close, Gwen wandered across the room, carefully avoiding the dancing couple, and sat on the edge of the bed. She watched Abby and Eddie, wondering how she was going to handle the next few steps. A smile spread across her face when she saw that Eddie did indeed have a hard-on, and he was rubbing it against Abby's cunt. Judging from the tensed ripples of her ass cheeks as she pressed forward, Abby was equally aware of his rigid dick.

Jack came back with a half-empty bottle of vodka just as the song ended. He had removed his jacket and tie. Dense, curly black hair showed through his open shirt and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing muscular forearms.

"Let's have another drink," he said, holding the bottle up. "A celebration of our first vacation together after all these years."

Abby and Eddie continued to sway against each other as they looked at Jack. He kicked off his shoes and walked to the bed. He climbed into the middle of the bed and Gwen sat diagonally across from him.

"Come on, everyone," he said, unscrewing the bottle cap. "Everybody get settled on the bed and we'll have a toast."

Eddie helped Abby onto the bed, holding her up as she giggled and stumbled into the center of the bed. He sat on the edge, one leg up, across from his wife.

"Oh, you didn't get glasses," Abby said, looking at her husband with bloodshot eyes.

Jack shrugged and flipped his hand back and forth. "The hell with the glasses," he exclaimed. "We'll rough it and drink right from the bottle."

Abby seemed wary. "Do you think we should? I mean, straight vodka?"

Gwen quickly supported the idea. "Oh, come on, silly. We came on this vacation to get away from the kids and let our hair down. We're so accustomed to doing the 'right' thing, we've forgotten how to relax and have fun. Who the hell cares if we get so fucking drunk we don't know what we're doing?"

Abby still seemed uncertain. "I don't know.. . "

Gwen took the bottle from Jack and tipped it to her mouth. She closed her eyes and let the clear, potent liquid spill into her mouth. She swallowed rapidly and shuddered convulsively. Her eyes were watery when she put the bottle down. She exhaled fire.

"Here," she said, her voice hoarse. She handed the bottle to her husband. "Your turn."

Eddie accepted the bottle without much enthusiasm. Gwen knew her husband wasn't much of a drinker. He rarely drank anything straight, with the exception of a little Scotch once in a while. She also knew she could get him to do just about anything if she made him think the group expected it.

"Don't be a party-pooper!" she chided. She poked him in his soft, relaxed paunch. "After all these years of having to watch everything we do, everything we say, I think you would be glad to act a little crazy for one night. Drink up, so everyone can have a turn."

Jack caught on quickly. "Yeah, come on, Eddie! I want my turn, and so does Abby."

"Yeah, why the hell not!" Eddie said expansively. He plucked the bottle away from his wife's outstretched hand and put it up to his mouth. He took a strong, deep swig, and grimaced as it went down.

Jack took the bottle and gave it to Abby. "Your turn, honey. And remember, no kids! "

Giggling gleefully, Abby accepted the bottle. She took a big swig and the colorless liquid trickled down her chin and stained her party dress. She coughed and shook her head and handed the bottle to her husband. "Wow!" she said breathlessly. "Wow!"

Jack passed the bottle to Eddie, then guided his hand and made him pass it to Abby. Abby spilled more on her dress when she took another drink.

"Ooohhh, I'm getting my pretty dress all messed up," Abby said.

"Take it off," Gwen said. "I'll put in it cold water to soak so it doesn't leave a permanent stain."

Abby opened her eyes wide and stared at Gwen. "But I'm not wearing a bra!" she whispered.

"Doesn't matter," Gwen replied. "Everybody has seen tits. Jack and I have seen yours, and you and Eddie have seen mine. What's the big deal?"

"Eddie hasn't seen mine, and Jack hasn't seen yours," Abby said, talking slowly so she wouldn't get her tongue tangled.

Gwen pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside. Then she pulled Abby's dress off. "Give her another drink, Eddie. I'll be right back."

Gwen came back and saw the empty vodka bottle lying in the middle of the bed. Eddie had removed his jacket and tie. They sat facing each other with their legs crossed Indian-fashion. She caught Jack watching her tits jiggle as she walked and gave him a big smile. She sat down facing him and arched her back slightly so her large tits seemed more prominent.

Abby seemed the drunkest of all. "Hey, we should play a game or something. Cards or something. Does anyone have any cards?"

Eddie stared at Abby's pretty, bare tits and leered drunkenly. "Yeah, let's play cards. Let's play strip poker! The girls don't have much to lose!"

Everyone giggled suggestively, intrigued with the salacious idea. Alcohol had lowered their inhibitions enough for them to react to the suggestion with an honest openness. They had been friends for years, even before they married. They had talked about swapping once or twice, but nothing ever came of it. Tonight seemed different, however. They were away from home, without their children, and without the responsibilities of married life weighing too heavily upon their thoughts or their consciences.

"I have a better idea," Jack said, waving the empty vodka bottle around. "Let's play spin-the-bottle."

Gwen's stomach quivered. She rubbed her sweaty palm on her knee. Her cunt was on fire, aching for an intimate touch. Her fingers itched to fondle it.

"Good idea," she said, struggling to control the trembling of her hands. "I'm game."

"Spin-the-bottle?" Abby whined. She screwed her face up into a grimace of distaste. "That's a kid's game!"

Vodka had robbed the last trace of caution from Jack's brain. "Not the way we're going to play it!" he said.

Gwen glanced quickly at her husband, who seemed to be wavering back and forth, somewhere between acceptance and rejection of the suggestion. "You want to play, don't you, darling?" she said sweetly. "Everyone else does."

Eddie blinked his eyes. "They do?"

"Of course," Gwen confirmed. Her mouth was dry, and she swallowed heavily. "Don't they, Jack?"

"Sure, we do," Jack explained to his friend. "Of course, if you're jealous.. .if you can't handle the idea.. . "

"Me?" Eddie exclaimed. "Don't be silly. Of course I'm for it. I think it's a great idea. Just great."

"Okay, here's how we play," Jack said. "You spin the bottle and you have to kiss the person it points to." He held up his hand. "Now, wait a minute. That doesn't mean I'm going to kiss Eddie, 'cause I'm not. You only kiss a person of the opposite sex. like if I spin and the bottle points to Abby or Gwen."

Abby giggled. "Doesn't matter to me. Gwen kisses pretty good."

Gwen glanced at Jack and Eddie, afraid that Abby had let the cat out of the bag. Neither man caught the significance of her remark.

They giggled nervously to relieve their mounting tension as Jack spun the bottle. Perversely, it stopped, pointing at Eddie. The men laughed and the women teased them. Jack spun again and got Abby.

He leaned over and kissed his wife. Responsively, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips hard against his. She moaned softly as his tongue plunged into her mouth. His hand slid down over the throbbing hillock of her tit and she quickly broke the kiss.

"Wow," she said, shaking her head. "And I called this a kid's game? Whose turn is it?"

"Yours, darling," Jack said. He shifted awkwardly and dropped his hands into his lap on each side of his cock to draw Gwen's attention to his throbbing hard-on. "You spin now."

Abby spun. She got Eddie. "How am I supposed to kiss you?" she asked, giggling nervously.

"With your mouth!" Eddie said, suddenly warming to the idea. He had never kissed her sexually, and the idea excited him. He tried to make his voice sound casual, but his excitement showed.

"Just the way you kissed Jack," Gwen confirmed, telling her husband that it was all right for him to kiss the nearly naked woman. "Those are the rules."

"Well, I know that," Abby squeaked. She shrugged her shoulders, trying to hide her obvious interest. "I just feel so strange. I've never done anything like this."

"None of us have," Jack reassured his wife. "But you have to kiss him."

Abby stared at her husband. "You touched my tit when you kissed me," she said softly. "Is he supposed to do that when he kisses me?"

"That's up to you," Jack replied. "It's your tit." He looked at Gwen's tits, eager to spin the bottle and get her.

Jack and Gwen stared at each other as Abby leaned over and kissed Eddie. When Abby moaned, as she had with Jack, Gwen gave him a quick, intense look. He returned the look, and trembled when she ran the tip of her moist pink tongue over her upper lip.

Eddie spun, and got his wife. They kissed wetly and swapped tongues as he kneaded her tit. Gwen became dizzy with passion realizing she was tasting the warmth of Abby's mouth on his tongue. When they broke the kiss, they saw that Abby and Jack had not been idle. Jack was kissing his wife, holding her tit tenderly between his fingers.

"Oh, I like this game!" Abby said, her face flushed with passion. "Whose turn is it?"

"Mine," Gwen whispered. Wetness oozed from her cunt and left warm snail tracks down the inside of her thighs. She spun the bottle. "I got Jack."

She exchanged a meaningful look with Jack. She arched her back to accentuate her tits, then got on her hands and knees and crawled to him. Without giving his wife or her husband a second glance, she rose to her knees and pulled one of his hands to her tit. She licked his lips, then kissed him lightly. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and the kiss became so torrid that smoke rose from their lips.

When Gwen broke the kiss, Jack left his hand on her tit and looked at his wife. Abby and Eddie were kissing as passionately and he was busily playing with both of her tits.

Gwen climbed off the bed, took Jack's hand, and led him to the bathroom. She turned on the light, turned and moaned softly as she held out her arms. He molded his hard body to her soft frame. They kissed passionately, exploring each other's secrets with impatient tongues and fingers. He ground his cock between her thighs and ran his hands up and down her back, squeezing the cheeks of her ass with trembling fingers.

"Oh, Christ," he moaned, pressing his cheek against her face. "I've waited years for this. Years. All this time I've wanted you, wanted you so badly."

She licked his ear and neck and ground her hot mound hard against his erection. "I know," she whispered softly. "So have I." She took his hand from her ass and placed it on her large, aching tit. "Touch me all over!"

His hands moved excitedly, caressing her tits, as if trying to make up for lost time. He slid his hands down her sides, over the widening arc of her hips, then stuck one hand between her thighs. She shuddered when she felt his fingers gripping her wet, seeping slit. She groaned deeply and began to hump up and down, grinding her pussy into his palm.

She rubbed his cock through his pants, moaning softly when she discovered that he was as big and as hard as she had hoped he would be. She stroked and pinched and explored his shaft through the sensation-dulling layer of material.

She pulled the crotch of her panties aside and hissed, "Touch my cunt!"

He caressed her avidly, running his fingers up and down her humid gash, over and across her damp cunt mound, in and out of her widely spread thighs. He heard the soft sensuous swish of her luxuriant bush against the palm of his hand. He began to finger the hard lump of her erect clitoris, taking delight in her ecstatic moans. He rolled the bud with the same firm, stroking motion he used so successfully on his wife. Obviously, it was a good technique, because Gwen responded with wild abandon.

"Take my panties down," she begged, breathing hotly in his ear. She went after his prick with both hands, exploring every throbbing inch of his stiff shaft. "Take my panties down and fuck me!"

"Take my cock out," he said. He slid his index finger up and down through the damp, hairy slit of her cunt. Her wetness dribbled all over his hand.

Obediently, she unzipped his pants and thrust her hand inside. She fumbled desperately with his shorts to get at his throbbing thickness. She found the opening and yanked his cock out. The stately shaft slithered sensually in her hand as she stroked it.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. "It's so big! Just as I knew it would be. Put it in me, please. Please! Fuck me with it!"