Tying Up Loose Ends

Chapter 35

We pulled into the Retreat and parked next to Carter’s Audi behind the clubhouse. The night was sultry and the air felt heavy without a breeze. The crackle of distant fireworks punctuated the chirp of crickets and the faint buzz from the sodium light overhead. Then the clubhouse air conditioner roared to life. It was a big commercial unit that drowned out everything else.

I chuckled to myself at the sounds of life in the new south. Fortunately, I didn’t feel the desire to wax nostalgic about the “good old days” before air conditioning. They were hot and sticky, and I really didn’t miss them. Kim clearly held the same fondness for modern amenities, especially the ones that kept her cool.

“Can we go for a swim?” she begged. “Please, Carter, can we?”

Christy cleared her throat, although I heard it in my head more than my ears.

“Sounds good to us,” I said, “but let’s open another bottle of wine first.”

“Or maybe the bourbon,” Carter agreed.

Christy beamed. Her mind control had worked.

“We’ll join you in the pool,” Carter said to Kim.

“Don’t take too long.”

“We won’t.” He bent to kiss her cheek. He caressed her bare bottom at the same time, and she leaned against him. The wine made her flirty and affectionate, and she nuzzled his neck.

“Run along,” he said at last. “We’ll join you shortly.”

“Yes, sir.”

Christy shot her a playful grin and then dashed toward the pool. Kim shrieked and ran after her. She was drunk enough that she didn’t care that her breasts went flying.

Carter and I watched them go.

“Does she really have that much energy?” he asked about Christy. “All the time?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

He eyed me sideways. “She must be a wildcat in bed.”

He was fishing, so I decided to answer his real question.

“Yeah, she is,” I said, “but only for me. Sorry.”

“No! That wasn’t what I meant.” He thought about it and then looked guilty. “Right. Maybe it was.”

“Sorry,” I repeated.

“Don’t be.” He appeared to mean it. “She has boundaries and you respect them. The relationship wouldn’t work otherwise.”

“I’m glad you understand.”

“I still wanna fuck her, if I’m being honest. Who wouldn’t?” He flashed me a grin but sobered quickly. “But I respect your decision. Right, it’s her decision, but it’s yours to enforce it.”

I nodded.

“And, still being honest, we wouldn’t be talking about swinging if you didn’t.” He sensed my question and answered, “If you don’t respect her boundaries, you won’t respect mine or Kim’s.”

“True.”

He gestured, and we started toward the front of the building.

“Thanks for being cool tonight,” he added. “The whole day, as a matter of fact. We, ah, didn’t know what to expect. When we first made the reservations. We only knew that the camp had swingers.”

I opened the door and followed him inside, and we paused to enjoy the air conditioning.

“Speaking of which,” I said after a moment, “how did you hear about us? The camp in general but the swingers in particular.”

“A… friend.” He paused to decide how much he wanted to tell me.

“You don’t have to name names.”

“Sorry. She’s a client. Privilege applies. Besides, I’m naturally cautious.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled, “I noticed. Forget I asked. ‘A friend’ is good enough for now.”

“Thanks.” He considered it a moment longer. “Word of mouth can be unreliable, even when you know the person. But this time it worked out better than we could’ve imagined.”

“I’m glad,” I said. “For us too.”

“Honestly?” He snorted a soft laugh. “You do this all the time.”

“Not really. Besides, you’d be surprised how often it doesn’t work out—”

“No, probably not.”

“—so it’s really nice when it does.”

He nodded at the wine crates and changed the subject. “I hate to keep asking, but—”

“Ask away,” I laughed. “That’s why we have it, to drink and enjoy. Besides, we’re talking about sharing the girls.”

“Right,” he agreed. “What’s a little wine compared to them?”

“Exactly.”

“You mind if we switch it up? Now that I don’t need to pair with food, you have a Malbec I’m dying to try.”

“Fine by me,” I said. I didn’t know a Malbec from a malaprop, but Carter was happy. I smiled to myself and understood Kim’s devotion to him. He was a likable guy. He was a bit demanding at times, and he wanted things a certain way, but at least he was polite about it. Christy’s reaction sounded in my head (Yes, Mr. Perfectionist?), and I laughed aloud.

“What’s so funny?” Carter asked.

“Nothing. Just that you and I are a lot alike.”

“I could’ve told you that. I have.” He retrieved the bourbon and selected a bottle of red wine. “Grab some glasses. For the bourbon. I’ll drink wine from a plastic cup, but I refuse to drink fine spirits from anything but glass.”

Case in point, I thought, he likes things his way. “Do we need ice?” I asked aloud. I grabbed four Solo cups from the stack.

“Ice in wine?” he said, scandalized. “God, no! Are you insane?”

“For the bourbon,” I chuckled.

“Oh, sorry. But still no. Drink it neat.”

“Roger that. Let’s go.”

The girls were treading water at the far end of the pool, but they’d clearly been playing and splashing each other. The concrete deck was wet in a half-dozen places.

Carter called to them, and they turned to face us. They looked almost identical with only their heads above water. Christy’s hair was lighter, and Kim’s was longer, but that was it. Their smiles were identical—white teeth, tan skin, and cheeks slightly pink from the sun. Even their eyes looked the same from a distance.

“They could be sisters,” Carter said. “Maybe only from the neck up, but… wow.”

They swam toward us and were easier to tell apart. Kim’s features were wider, not quite as elfin as Christy’s. And Kim was a decent swimmer—she’d spent plenty of time in the country club pool—but Christy glided through the water like an otter.

Or a selkie, I added with a silent laugh.

“What did you bring us?” Kim asked.

Carter held up the bottles. “Bourbon and a Malbec.”

“Ooh, yum,” Christy said. “Bourbon, please.”

“Shall we join them?” he said to me.

“We shall.” I descended the steps and gently set the four glasses on the smooth concrete lip of the pool.

“Be careful,” Carter told the girls. “There’ll be hell to pay if we break one in the pool.” He opened the bourbon and poured four shots, although two of them were nearly doubles. He handed the smaller ones to the girls.

Christy cleared her throat and held up her glass. “Um… excuse me. You forgot something.”

Carter rocked back in mild surprise. Then he looked at me.

“Did I mention that she can probably drink more than both of us? Together?”

“Ah, right. Irish Catholic.”

“And my metabolism,” Christy said.

“She’s probably sober again,” I said.

Kim was still drunk, while Carter and I were comfortably buzzed.

His sandy eyebrows rose. “Seriously?”

Christy nodded. “Hungry too. For the record.”

“Do we need to fix you a snack?” he laughed.

“Do we have any strawberries?”

“No, sorry. We ate them all.”

“That’s okay,” she said cheerfully. “The cream’ll do.”

He laughed so hard I thought he might choke. “Oh, jeez!” he wheezed. “Is she serious?”

“Yeah. And pretty insistent,” I added dryly. “You might have to give her what she wants.”

“Yes, please. Bourbon first.”

Carter took a moment to adjust to the new reality. Then he filled her glass with more than he’d given us.

“Much better. Thank you.”

He capped the bottle, set it aside, and picked up his own glass. “What should we toast to?”

“Good friends,” I said, “and women who know what they want.”

We raised our glasses and drank.

“Oh my gosh,” Christy said. “Remind me to thank the man at the liquor store.”

Kim emptied her glass, closed her eyes, and sighed as the bourbon warmed her from within. She was already in a flirty mood, but the liquor seemed to stiffen her resolve. She opened her eyes and gave me a smoldering look.

“Uh-oh,” Carter chuckled.

“No kidding,” I said. “You still wanna go slow?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“As long as you understand that.”

“Right. Hon, please thank Paul for showing us a good time tonight.”

“Yes, sir. I’d be delighted. How do you want me to thank him?”

“Suck his cock. And remember to show me before you swallow.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll be a good girl.”

I glanced at Christy and didn’t need to ask. She was already salivating at the prospect. Literally.

“You too, Little Bit,” I said aloud. “Suck Carter’s dick. He’ll tell you what he wants.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

I sat on the side of the pool and gestured to Kim. She didn’t waste any time. She moved between my legs and began stroking my cock to get acquainted. I reached for one of her breasts but pulled back uncertainly.

“Hey, Carter? Anything off-limits?”

“No. Do whatever you like. Well, don’t fuck her yet.”

She made a moue of frustration that only I saw.

“She’s an eager cocksucker,” he continued, “so you shouldn’t have any complaints.”

She closed her eyes and flushed with arousal at being called a cocksucker.

“She’ll do anything you tell her. I trained her well. What about you, my dear?” he said to Christy. “You like to watch, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Right. Come over here. We’ll watch my wife suck your boyfriend’s cock. Then I have a fat one for you to suck.”

“Yes, please. Thank you, please. Penis, please.”

He laughed and led her toward the stairs, where he sat on the edge and perched her on his knee.

“Spread your legs. Good girl.”

She gasped as he teased her clit and then slid a finger inside.

Kim drew my attention back to her. She stroked my shaft and kissed the smooth skin around the base. Then she looked up with an eager expression.

“May I pleasure you, sir?” Her voice was thick with desire and bourbon.

“You may.”

Her eyelids drooped, and she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. After a moment she closed her eyes and kissed her way down to the base. She stroked with one hand and fondled my balls with the other.

I decided to play while I had the chance, so I cupped her breast. It was a decent handful, soft and supple, and firm enough when I squeezed. She moaned as I rolled her nipple between my fingers. I tugged gently, and she rewarded me with a soft groan.

“You like it when I pinch your nipples?”

“Yes, sir,” she said between kisses. She worked her way back up my shaft and circled the head.

I pinched her other nipple and then tugged them both. She responded by plunging her lips over my glans. My cock wasn’t as thick as Carter’s, but she still couldn’t swallow much. I wasn’t going to complain, though, especially when she closed her mouth and sucked gently.

“There, that’s a good girl,” Carter said.

Christy was on her knees in the water, and he rested a hand on the back of her head. I watched for a moment as she bobbed in his lap. He looked up, and we traded grins. Then he closed his eyes to enjoy Christy’s mouth, while I returned my attention to Kim.

She kissed the underside of my cock and swirled her tongue around the head. Her style was completely different than Christy’s, and some part of me wondered if it was because Carter’s dick was so different. Then again, the girls themselves were different. Christy loved giving head, while Kim had only learned recently.

Hey, focus! the little head said. You can analyze their styles later.

Yeah, you’re right, I chuckled.

Of course I am. She’s sucking your cock. Me! Does it really matter how she does it or when she learned?

No, not really. Besides, she’s pretty good.

Exactly, he agreed. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll be in charge for a while.

You’re the boss.

Hold on, what did you say?

Focus, remember?

“Oh, God,” Carter groaned. “She’s good.”

“I was just thinking the same thing about Kim.”

“Thanks,” he said absently. “But she could learn a thing or two from Christy.”

“We’ll have to get them together so they can compare notes. Maybe share techniques and give a demonstration or two.” I was joking, but he took me seriously.

“Right. But first, you need to slow down, my dear.”

“Yes, sir,” Christy said obediently.

“She gets greedy,” I told him. “I usually come pretty quick the first time. Then she can take her time for round two.”

“Did you just say ‘the first time’? Right. Now I’m jealous. First, you’re bigger than me, and now this. Can you really come again right away?”

“Not right away,” I conceded, “but ten or fifteen minutes.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better. It takes me an hour. At least. Oh, jeez. Are you trying to make me come?”

“Yes, sir. I wanna taste you.”

He chuckled and stroked her hair. After a moment he said to me, “I had to train Kim to swallow. She likes it now, but it took her a while to get used to it.”

“Christy’s always liked it.”

“That’s what Kim said. Oh, that’s nice. I don’t know how much more I can take.” He pulled his dick from Christy’s mouth and lifted her chin. “Beg for it.”

“Please, please,” she said immediately. “Give it to me. Please let me suck your dick. I need it in my mouth. I promise I’ll do a good job. Please, sir.”

“Now I’m even more jealous,” he said, although he was mostly trying to distract himself.

Good luck with that, I chuckled.

Christy swallowed half his length. She could take more than Kim, but not much. His dick was simply too wide. He closed his eyes and guided her movements with his hand.

A few minutes later he groaned at the stars. He held Christy’s head in his lap, and his butt flexed as he emptied his balls into her mouth. He released her when his orgasm subsided. Then he sat back and breathed hard through his nose.

“That was amazing,” he said at last. “Let me see it, my dear.”

“See what? Um, sir?”

“Ah, right! I forgot to tell you! You were supposed to hold it in your mouth and show me.”

“Oh. Sorry. I swallowed it.”

“That’s all right,” he laughed. “It’s my fault.” Then he glanced at us. “Hon, don’t swallow his come till I tell you.”

She nodded and didn’t stop sucking.

“Won’t be long,” I said.

Kim heard the tension in my voice and smiled up at me. “Tell me when you’re ready, sir.”

She returned her mouth to my cock. She sucked and stroked and played with my balls at the same time, and I gave up trying to hold back. The pressure built, and my breathing grew heavier.

“Here it comes,” I said at last.

Kim pulled back, opened her mouth, and aimed my cock. She pumped her fist, and a jet of semen shot over her tongue and into her throat. She’d been ready for it, but probably not so far back. She tried not to gag as it trickled down her throat. She kept stroking anyway, and the remaining spurts formed a pool behind her teeth.

She was breathing hard by the time I stopped, and her eyes were watery from fighting her gag reflex. A single tear ran down her cheek. She sighed in relief, and her eyelids drooped. She recovered after a moment, although she still looked a little out of it. The bourbon must have hit her hard.

“Good girl,” Carter said. “Let me see.”

She squeezed my cock and wiped the last drop on her lower lip. More semen had dripped onto her chin, but she didn’t bother to wipe it up. She turned and showed Carter the milky pool before she moved it around with her tongue.

“Beautiful. Now swallow.”

She closed her eyes and squeezed tears onto her cheeks. She wasn’t upset, simply determined. She forced herself to swallow.

“She likes it,” Carter apologized, “but it’s more than she’s used to.”

“Paul comes a lot,” Christy added.

“So I noticed,” he chuckled.

Kim opened her mouth and showed him it was empty. She wiped tears from her cheeks and gave him a mostly real smile.

“Now show Paul,” he told her.

She did.

“Good girl,” I said, which seemed to be a formula with them.

“Thank you, sir. May I have some more?”

My eyebrows rose.

“It’s a thing she does,” Carter explained. “She’s well-trained. Aren’t you, hon? You’re an eager little come-drinker.”

“Yes, Daddy. I like drinking come.”

He shot me a quick look, which I returned with a bland smile.

“Come over here,” he said to her. He patted Christy’s bottom and sent her my way. Then he guided Kim to his knee. “Did you like it, his come?”

“Yes, sir. There was so much.”

“I know! I saw. But you did a great job.”

“Thank you, sir. Do you want me to fuck him now?”

Carter chuckled, but it was a delaying tactic.

Kim heard it too.

“Don’t worry,” he told her. “We’ll get to that part.”

She nodded and rested her head on his shoulder. Then she nuzzled his neck and sighed as real exhaustion set in.

“Are you ready for bed?” he asked her, and she nodded. “Sorry,” he told me, although he really wasn’t. It was a good excuse for them to make an exit.

“It’s been a long day. We’re pretty worn out too,” I said, which was my own white lie.

“Right. And I still want to sleep on it. In the meantime, thanks again. For everything.”

“Our pleasure.”

“Ours too.” He caressed Kim’s hip and spoke quietly, something about her cookie.

“Yes, please. That’d be lovely.”

Christy shot me a hopeful look and then bounced excitedly when I nodded.

“Right,” Carter said. “Are you sure you’re cool with us going to bed?”

“I’m sure,” I said. “Besides, I have my own date with a cookie.”

He chuckled. “Nothing wrong with your hearing.” He helped Kim to her feet.

“See you in the morning,” I told them.

“Right. Goodnight.”

* * *

Christy panted to catch her breath and slowly relaxed. Her hips sank to the air mattress, and I released her wrists. I gave her a moment and then kissed her pussy. She ran her fingers through my hair and didn’t squirm away, so I gave her clit an experimental lick. I rose to my knees and scooted forward. My cock swayed and then homed in on its target.

Her pussy was pink with arousal and shiny from her juices. Her inner labia spread like the petals of a flower, and I had a sudden vision of a Georgia O’Keeffe painting. I shook my head to clear it, but I still had to laugh at how my mind worked sometimes.

Christy gave me a quizzical look.

“The usual,” I said without elaborating.

She rolled her eyes fondly. Then she gasped and closed them when I slapped her clit with my hard-on. I nudged her opening and coated the swollen head with her moisture. It was already leaking pre-come, which mingled with her juices. I teased her for a moment longer and then eased into her.

She pulled me down, bent her knees, and angled her hips. Heat and moisture surrounded my shaft as I slowly buried it inside her. She raised her legs and crossed her ankles behind me.

“In case you try to escape.”

“Not gonna happen,” I chuckled. “I’m here to stay.”

“Inside me? Forever? Mmm.”

I grinned and bent to kiss her. She responded with growing heat. We made love slowly and held each other close as we rocked together. Our bodies touched at every point, and a sheen of sweat coated our skin in spite of the air conditioning. She came again, one of her little orgasms. I kept thrusting gently, and she urged me on with her body.

“Come on my face,” she said when I was ready.

I pulled out and straddled her chest. She caressed my thighs and watched me jerk off. She closed her eyes just in time. The first spurt landed on her forehead and across her nose, and she moaned softly. She moaned again as gushes of semen covered her, until I finally sat back and panted to catch my breath. I slowly came to my senses but immediately sat up.

“Don’t move,” I warned her. “It’s in your eyes. Lemme grab a towel or something.”

“It’s okay,” she laughed. “I don’t need a towel. I’ll use my fingers. I wanna taste it.” She wiped her right eyelid and licked her finger clean. She did the same on the left and then blinked a couple of times. “See? I’m fine.”

Her eyes were slightly bloodshot, but it was too late to do anything about it.

“You can shower and rinse off,” I said instead. “I know it dries out your skin.”

“Don’t you want to admire your handiwork?” she teased.

“Of course, but—”

“This is my favorite kind of facial. Much better than my normal cream. It’s a little weird when it cools, but just as yummy.” She frowned. “On second thought, it’s yummier when it’s fresh.”

I rolled my eyes. “C’mon, my little come connoisseur—”

“Ooh, I like that!”

“—let’s go shower.”

“We don’t have to make it as hot,” she said as I helped her to her feet. “I know you like it colder.”

“We’ll find a happy medium. Get it?” I chuckled. “Medium?”

“Oh, boy, here we go.”

“Nah, that’s it.”

“Just one pun? You’re slipping.” She caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror. “Only, not in the ejaculation department.” She looked at her face from several angles before she laughed. “In my eyes, my hair… Oh my gosh! There’s even some in my nose. Oh, Paul, it’s everywhere!”

“I aim to please.”

She rolled her eyes affectionately, and I leaned past her to turn on the water. We showered in companionable silence and then toweled dry. Steam covered everything, and a cloud of it escaped when we opened the door.

“Sorry,” she said. “We didn’t find a happy medium after all.”

“No, but that’s okay. I like it hot.”

“You do not.”

“Maybe not, but I like you hot.”

“I hope you like me hungry, too.”

“Uh-oh. I was afraid of that. I’ll fix you a snack while you do your lotions and potions. PB&J sandwich?”

“Oh my gosh, you read my mind! And maybe some carrot sticks?”

“Coming right up.”

* * *

I returned to find her sitting seiza-style in the middle of the air mattress. She was braiding her hair, and she’d been thinking. I set the plate in front of her, stretched on my side, and propped my head on my fist.

“I like Carter,” she said without preamble.

“Me too.”

“But I don’t like when he asks you things instead of me.” She shrugged. “I know it shouldn’t bother me, but…”

“He makes all the decisions for Kim. And he thinks we have the same relationship.”

“Her father was very strict. He controlled everything before she married Carter. Oh, did you hear what she called him?”

“‘Daddy.’ Yeah, I caught that.”

“I don’t think she ever did anything with her father—kinda like me and Laurie—but I suppose that’s why she likes Carter to make all the decisions. He’s the father figure in her life. Only, I’m not like that.”

“Want me to say something to him?”

“No. As long as you understand.”

“I do.”

She smiled. “My favorite words. I know, that’s why you say them. And why I love you. More and more, every day. But don’t change the subject.” She play-scowled. “I like Carter. His dick is nice, but my jaw’s a little sore. And he needs to drink more water. His come was really thick. Not yucky-gross thick, but still, pretty thick.”

I chuckled at her choice of words.

“I’m serious. Guys don’t think about their semen as much as they should. I go to a lot of trouble to make sure I’m clean and fresh and presentable for you, especially down there. You do the same, I know, but it’s more than just looks. Consistency and taste matter too.”

“So, I should drink more water and eat pineapple?”

“Yes, Mr. Sarcasm, you should. It’s healthier anyway.”

“But what about protein?” I teased.

“If you must know—”

“I must, I must.”

She glared a warning. “If you must know, semen is mostly fructose. That’s fruit sugar, in case you didn’t know. The protein comes from amino acids and albumin, like egg whites. I looked it up. A single egg has more protein than, like, twenty blowjobs. Twenty, Paul. I love swallowing your come, but I think I’ll get my protein from real food instead.”

“It’s good for your hair and nails, though.”

“Paul, dear, I’m kidding when I say that. Shampoo and conditioner are much better. I don’t think anything can help my nails—I’m too hard on them—but lotions and moisturizers do more for my skin than man cream. Don’t get me wrong, I love jizz as part of my diet and beauty routine, but I’m not going to stop using the other things.”

She paused, in case I had any more inane comments. I didn’t.

“I like it because I like it,” she finished. “I don’t care what it does for me, supposedly or for real. But you didn’t really want to discuss semen, did you? Because I know far more about it than you do.”

“Clearly,” I chuckled. “You win.”

“Thank you. I thought you’d see it my way. And, for the record, I like yours better than Carter’s. His is nice enough. His penis too. I like sucking it, but I can’t imagine what it’d feel like inside me. Kim says it’s nice. She doesn’t have much to compare it to, though. She’s only been with one other guy, and only a couple of times.”

I shrugged. “You like my dick, and you’ve only been with one other guy.”

“Fine, use logic against me. But I suppose you’re right. Besides, the vagina stretches. One size fits all. Unless the guy’s really large. Oh my gosh, remind me to tell you about Tom sometime, my first boyfriend at Uni. He was huge. Like, John Holmes huge, a real horse-cock.” She pretend-shuddered at the memory. “No, thank you. I like yours much better.”

“Thanks,” I chuckled.

“And Kim certainly seemed to enjoy it. I knew she would, though. For the record, I really like her, too. She’s sweet. And a lot smarter than she lets on. She sort of dumbs down when Carter’s around.”

“Oh, I think he knows,” I said. “He’s a pretty smart guy, and I can’t imagine he’d still be with her if she were actually dumb.”

“No, you’re right. Only, it’s kind of sad that she thinks she needs to. I knew a lot of girls like her in school. High school, I mean. They were fine around us, other girls, but then a guy would show up and they’d turn into bimbos. Kim’s like that. Only, not so bad. We were talking while you guys were inside, and— Oh my gosh,” she blurted, “we forgot the wine!”

My brow furrowed at the sudden detour.

“The Malbec, or whatever it was called.”

“You don’t remember?” I teased gently.

“Paul, dear, I only pay a hundred percent attention to you. A hundred and ten, if you must know. I watch and listen all the time, to everything. So don’t you forget it.”

“I won’t,” I chuckled.

“Good. I only pay attention to other people, like, eighty percent.”

“What about the other fifty percent?”

She started to answer but then stopped. “Funny, ha ha. I can do math. That’s a hundred and twenty percent.”

I didn’t have the heart to correct her.

“Please, not that again. Five-sixths hurts my brain. Now, where was I? Oh, right. Kim. She really likes you. We were talking while you guys were inside. D’you see what I did there?”

“You repeated the same thing you said before.”

“Mmm hmm. I told you, I pay attention when it’s you. Anyway, Kim. She’s really excited. She wants to have sex with you.”

“With you too.”

“Oh my gosh, she’s so pretty. But I don’t know if it’ll happen. She wants to make Carter happy, but she’s scared. Well, not ‘scared.’ I suppose ‘nervous’ is a better word. She’s excited, too, so it’s weird. Only, now I know why. She’s half-bi, not full. I knew girls like her in school. High school, I mean.

“Okay, from now on,” she detoured, “whenever I say ‘school,’ I mean high school. Hawaii or Uni, doesn’t matter. They’re both ‘school.’ I’ll call it ‘college’ if I mean UT. Then I won’t have to keep explaining things. Like ‘cock,’ ‘dick,’ and ‘penis.’ The words mean the same thing but different circumstances. Does that make sense?”

I chuckled. “Oddly enough, it does.”

“Don’t laugh. It’s your fault I pay attention to words now.” She huffed affectionately. “Now, where were we? Right, I knew girls like her in school.” She paused to make sure I understood.

“High school,” I agreed.

“Right. Carter sure says that a lot, doesn’t he? ‘Right.’ Hmm. You say ‘exactly’ a lot. And I suppose I say ‘oh my gosh’ more than I should. But that isn’t what I’m talking about. Stop changing the subject.”

I held up my hands in mock surrender.

“Better. So, the girls in school. Some of them were half-bi. For the record, Brooke came up with that, so be sure to give her credit. She hates when I take credit for her ideas.”

“I wonder why.”

“Anyway,” Christy continued doggedly, “half-bi girls like kissing and fooling around up top, but nothing down below. That’s how I knew Brooke was serious. About me, I mean. She went down on me, like, the first time we were together. Oh my gosh, I still play with myself sometimes when I think about it. I hope you don’t mind,” she added. “These days I mostly think about you, but sometimes I can’t help myself. Uh-oh, I’m chattering, aren’t I?”

“A little.”

“I don’t know why. I’m not nervous or anything.”

“You do it when you’re excited too.”

“I suppose you’re right.” She frowned. “What were we talking about?”

“You think Kim’s half-bi.”

“Oh, right! She is, which explains my radar. It was really confused. I should’ve figured it out sooner. Only, Carter wants her to be full-bi. She’s nervous but wants to try. Uh-oh. I just thought of something. Do you think he’ll force her? I don’t know how I’d feel about that.”

“I don’t think he will,” I said, “but I’m not sure.”

“It’s okay when you force me to do things, ’cause I wanna do them anyway. But I don’t know how I’d feel if you forced me to do anal or something I don’t like. For real don’t like.” She paused and decided to explain, “I suppose technically I don’t like being kidnapped and raped. I’d kick and scream and bite and scratch if someone tried for real. My brothers taught me how to fight, you know. I go straight for the balls. And not in a fun way.”

“Note to self,” I chuckled.

“Oh, Paul, I’d never do it to you. I want you to kidnap and rape me. Oh my gosh, just saying it makes me wet. But that’s what I mean about ‘for real don’t like.’ I don’t know how I’d feel if Carter tried to force Kim to do something with me, especially if she really doesn’t want to.”

“He doesn’t seem like the type.”

“I think you’re right,” she agreed. “He’s too protective. They talked a long time before they decided to come here and try swinging. Even tonight. She totally wanted to have sex with you, but he knew she was drunk, so he wouldn’t let her.”

“Sound familiar?”

“Yes, Mr. Protective. And for the record, you were right about that. You were also right to make me tell you what I want. Now I kinda like it.” She grinned. “Like tonight, when I asked you to eat my cookie.” She tasted the word and frowned. “That’s a weird way to say it, don’t you think? Although… I suppose it makes Kim feel like she’s a little girl and Carter’s her daddy. It’s sort of play-acting but sort of not. Hold on,” she said all of a sudden, in another Christy-logic detour. “I thought you were going to fix me a snack.”

I grinned and pointed to the empty plate. Well, empty except for the crumbs.

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Did I really eat it already? I didn’t even realize. I’ve been talking the whole time.”

“Yep. Are you still hungry?”

“Yes, but not for food-food. Don’t look at me like that! What’d you expect? We’ve been talking about sex the whole time. Man cream and jizz and swallowing. So sue me. I can’t help it. I have needs too, you know.”

“Oh, I know,” I chuckled.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Are you going to give it to me or not?”

“Hold on,” I teased, “is ‘not’ an option?”

“No, of course it isn’t.”

“Well, then, I’d better give it to you.”

* * *

I rose early and went for a run the next morning. The air was humid and still, and not quite cool. Sweat rolled down the small of my back, and I could feel it soaking into the waistband of my running shorts. I didn’t have a dilemma to brood about, so I enjoyed the tranquility of the forest, the sights and sounds and smells as it came to life.

Carter was sitting on the patio when I returned. He had a stack of files and a cup of hot tea. He looked up when I slowed to a stop. I braced my hands on my hips and walked in a circle to cool off.

“Now I know what Homer was talking about,” he chuckled. “In the Iliad.”

“That’s me,” I agreed. “Swift-footed Achilles.”

“Knew I liked you for a reason. We think alike.”

“We do.”

“Nice run?” he asked conversationally. “I need to get back in the habit. Or go to the gym. Or… something. Sitting behind a desk has made me flabby.”

“You’re fine,” I said. “You haven’t gone to seed or anything.”

“Thanks, but you’re just being polite. Maybe I’ll start playing tennis more.”

“It’s a lot of work, staying in shape.”

“Right. And I envy Christy’s metabolism.”

“Me too. But we probably wouldn’t if we had to eat six times a day and were always hungry.”

“The grass is always greener,” he agreed. He sipped his tea. “What time do you have to leave for town? You’re meeting your architect, right?”

“Yeah. Ten o’clock. Leave by nine thirty.”

“Do you mind if I go with you? I’ll even drive. I want to stop by the liquor store. We’ve, ah, made quite a dent in your wine cellar. The grocery store too, to make something special for dinner tonight.”

“Fine by me,” I said. “You don’t have to do anything special, though.”

“Ah, but I want to.”

“In that case, sure.”

“Breakfast in an hour?”

I glanced at my watch and counted forward. Then I looked at the bungalow, where I hoped Christy was awake and waiting for me.

“Make it an hour and a half,” I suggested.

Carter followed my logic and grinned. “Right. In that case, I might see if Kim’s awake.”

* * *

Christy was indeed awake and waiting for me, although she hadn’t heard me come in. I stood in the bedroom doorway and watched her. She’d kicked off the sheet, and her fingers were busy on her clit. After a moment she spread her legs even wider, reached around her hip, and used both hands. She fingered herself with one and frantically rubbed her clit with the other.

Her pussy glistened with moisture and made faint squelching sounds as she fingered herself. She was close to an orgasm, but then she suddenly stopped. She pinched and rolled her nipples instead, and squirmed as she tried to keep from touching her pussy. Then she moaned and clutched the sheets with pent-up desire.

I couldn’t stand it either at that point. My dick was painfully hard and threatened to tear a hole in my running shorts. I untied the drawstring, pushed them over my hips, and walked into the room. Christy’s eyes snapped open. She looked at me with fear and surprise and then recognition.

“Oh, thank goodness. I thought—”

I knelt between her legs and rammed my cock into her. She gasped and arched her back. The tendons in her neck stood out, and a flood of moisture surrounded my shaft. The temperature inside her shot through the roof, and I tried to hold back my own orgasm.

Then the walls of her pussy gripped my cock. I groaned and unleashed a torrent of semen deep inside her. Her orgasm had been a little one, until she felt me unload. That triggered a real one, and she cried out, both in surprise and from the force of it.

We panted after it was over and slowly came to our senses.

“Good morning, Sunshine.”

She smiled languidly. “Mmm, very good.”

“Sorry to make you wait.”

“No, you came at just the right time.” Her eyes glinted with a smile.

“Good one,” I chuckled. Then I pushed myself up. I looked down our bodies, to where my cock split her open. I was still very hard.

“Ready for round two?” she asked.

“You already know the answer.”

“Mmm, I do. I know what else you want. You want me to ride you.”

I laughed.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Yeah,” I admitted, “you are. That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

“I could tell. You get this look.”

I thrust my arms under her and rolled us over. She came to rest atop me and pushed herself upright.

“When does the new furniture come?” she asked.

I frowned at the non sequitur but answered, “Tomorrow. Or so they say.”

“Mmm, then you can tie me to the bed and fuck me properly.”

“What?” I teased. “Just now wasn’t ‘properly’?”

“No, it was. Very proper. And now I’m going to fuck you properly. But I like when you tie me up and use me as a fuck toy. Oh, don’t look at me like that. Of course I know the words. I’ve heard them since I was, like, six.” She grinned. “I wonder what my brothers would think if they knew they were turning me into a sex-crazed nymphomaniac.”

“I dunno, but I’ll have to thank them.”

“You will not,” she squawked. “They think I’m pure and innocent.”

I snorted.

“They do!”

“Their wives don’t.”

“Hmm, you might be right.”

“I know I’m right,” I said. “Now, are you going to fuck me or not?”

“Hold on,” she said in a near-perfect imitation of me, “is ‘not’ an option?”

“Oh, crap!” I laughed. “I forgot what you said.”

“No, of course it isn’t,” she repeated. “And then you said, ‘Well, then, I’d better give it to you.’”

I cupped her tight little ass and pulled her against me. She fell forward onto my chest. Her clit ground against the base of my shaft, and she mewled in pleasure.

“Oh, no fair,” she panted. She slowly pushed herself upright again. “You’re supposed to let me do it. I’m the sex-crazed nymphomaniac, remember?”

“You won’t let me forget.”

“Mmm, I know. Now, stop talking, please. I need to concentrate.” She closed her eyes and began moving her hips.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Better. Now, where were we? Oh, right. Happy, happy fuck toy.”

* * *

“Which way?” Carter asked when we reached the main road.

I pointed.

“Thanks for letting me drive,” he said as he shifted into second. The engine revved to a howl before he shifted again. Then he stood on the accelerator, and we left the speed limit in the dust. I thought he might let off when we hit a hundred, but we raced past it like it was standing still.

At that point I began to wonder about the takeoff speed of an Audi Quattro. And part of me expected to see a couple of fighter jets on an intercept course from NORAD. At the very least, I looked for blue lights in the side mirror. The road was empty, though, and the sky too. Carter eventually mashed the clutch, let off the gas, and coasted back to double digits. Then he heaved a huge sigh of satisfaction.

“Whoo! That was fun! This is the same car they race in Europe,” he added in a calmer voice. “It’s a 2.1-liter inline five. Turbocharged.”

“It’s fast, all right,” I agreed.

“One thirty, easy. And it handles like a dream. All-wheel drive.”

I couldn’t help but think of Trip and all the “manly” things we’d talked about when he’d bought the GTI.

“It’s cute, too,” I said to Carter, who looked askance. “Very red.”

His puzzlement deepened.

“Long story. Don’t ask.”

“Right. So, the reason I wanted to come with you this morning…”

“You wanna talk about swinging. And now that you’ve had a chance to sleep on it…?”

“You know what I’m going to say.”

“Probably,” I admitted. “But you still need to say it.”

“I want you to fuck Kim. Use her, abuse her, make her write bad checks.”

“Seriously?” I laughed.

“Well, don’t be too rough, but I know you’re into that sort of thing. The girls’ve been talking. You and I have more in common than I first thought.”

“Oh?”

“Ropes… handcuffs… riding crops? Sound familiar?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too. Kim isn’t into pain as much as Christy— I only know from what she told Kim,” he added quickly. “I’d never ask her personal questions without your permission.”

“Oh. Okay. I wouldn’t mind, I guess, but… This is probably the point where I admit that I don’t know the etiquette.”

“Seriously?” He looked at me sideways. “I thought you were in the scene.”

“I’m in the lifestyle,” I said hopefully, although I wasn’t sure it was the same thing.

“But… Kim said— Ah, right. Now I get it. I keep forgetting you’re only twenty-one. Sorry, I don’t mean to keep bringing that up,” he added, “but it’s easy to forget. Although it explains why you don’t have much experience with the scene. BDSM. At least, no formal experience.”

“No. Only what we’ve tried on our own. And what we’ve read in magazines.”

“Bondage Classics? Bound to Please?”

“No,” I laughed. “More vanilla. Penthouse and Variations.”

“Ah, right. Some good stuff in those, but basic. Nothing hard core.”

“That’s what I’m starting to realize.”

He chuckled. “I know how you feel. How I felt when we started talking about swinging. Completely out of your depth, right?”

“Exactly.”

“I’d be happy to teach you,” he said. “It’s the least I can do after you’ve been so cool with swinging. Thanks again, by the way. This week’s been everything we hoped. And Kim’s sex drive’s been in high gear since we met you.”

“Ours too,” I admitted.

“I thought so.”

“Turn here,” I said as we approached the road that led to Granville’s house.

Carter downshifted and powered into the turn at a speed that would’ve sent a normal car into the ditch. The Audi’s all-wheel drive kept us on the road, and he accelerated into the straightaway. Trees whipped past us in a blur. He let off the gas and coasted. “Sorry. I can’t drive like that with Kim in the car. I shouldn’t do it at all. Not on an unfamiliar road.”

“Just don’t kill us.”

He chuckled and slowed to a saner speed. “Right. I’ll be cool. Besides, I can’t talk when I’m concentrating on the road. Too dangerous. So, how far to this guy’s house?”

“A few minutes.”

“Long enough to finish what we were talking about.” He checked the mirrors as an excuse to organize his thoughts. “I’ll tell Kim you’re in charge when we get back to camp. Total control, do whatever you like, nothing’s off-limits. Well, a few things,” he amended. “She isn’t ready for anal. I’ll train her eventually, but we aren’t there yet.”

I nodded.

“Mild pain is fine, but nothing serious. She gets quiet when she doesn’t like something, so you’ll be able to tell. Pull her hair, slap her ass, that sort of thing is fine. But this is her first time with another guy. It’s a big step for her, so—”

“Don’t make it so rough that she doesn’t want to do it again.”

“Right. I knew you’d understand.”

“I’m not really into pain,” I said. “Not for myself. I do it ’cause Christy likes it.”

“Ah.” He glanced at me sideways. “What about the rest? The bondage?”

“That’s Christy too.”

He chuckled at a thought.

“What?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I was a bit worried I might not have fun with her. I like blowjobs as much as the next guy, but… they’re a little tame for my taste.”

“You like the control,” I said.

“Right. Tying her up and teasing her until she begs me to let her come.” He chuckled again. “Kim enjoys it because she likes making me happy, but… it sounds like Christy’s into it for real.”

“Big time,” I agreed.

“Kim’s more like you. She’s a natural sub, but she enjoys the straight sex more than the other stuff.”

I nodded.

“Do you mind turning Christy over to me for the rest of the day? I promise, she’ll love and regret every minute. Sex is off-limits, but I can tie her up and—”

“Use her like a fuck toy?”

“Something like that,” he agreed.

“I think she’d like that.”

“Cool. And one last thing. Do you know what a safe word is? I’ll need to—”

I chuckled and added, “We’re not complete novices. We know that much, at least.”

“Good. Kim’s is ‘red.’ Like the color. Stop everything if she says that.”

I nodded. “Christy’s is ‘bacon.’”

“Right. Makes sense.” He grinned, and Granville’s house came into sight.

“Perfect timing,” I said.

“Almost like I planned it that way,” Carter agreed. He parked in front of the house and looked at his watch. “Two minutes early. Close enough. Kim said the meeting’s mostly a formality?”

“At this stage, yes.”

“Then we can run the rest of our errands. Because I am dying to get back to the girls and get things going.”

* * *

We spent two excruciating hours with Granville, nearly half of it making small talk before he even looked at my drawings. And when he finally did, he talked about his own designs, from a high-rise in Miami to a bank headquarters in Charlotte. Carter read my frustration and growing impatience.

“It sounds like you’ve done just about everything,” he said to Granville. “You could probably do the camp project in your sleep.”

“No, no,” the old man insisted. “Every project has its own unique challenges.”

“Like what? They’re just simple cabins, aren’t they?”

“Oh, no, my boy. That’s where you’re wrong. Here, I’ll show you.” He gestured at me. “Let’s see the elevation sketches.”

He nitpicked the designs and made suggestions. Most of them were stylistic, but a few were actual improvements. I dutifully made notes. Then, much to my surprise, he gave me some practical, constructive advice about the clubhouse design. His firm in Miami had designed a vacation resort, he explained at length.

I tried to wrap things up at that point, but Granville wasn’t ready to give up his captive audience. He asked Carter about Charlotte, and they spent another fifteen minutes talking about how much it had changed in the years since Granville had lived there. Beatrice, his housekeeper, eventually came to our rescue. She asked if we were staying for lunch, which was our cue to decline (regretfully) and make our escape.

“Thanks for your help back there,” I told Carter after we left.

“No problem. The senior partner in my firm is like that. I’ve learned to humor him. His mind’s as sharp as ever, but he’s a longwinded bore most days. A serious rainmaker, though, and good for my career. He’s drinking buddies with half the judges and most of the big money clients in town.”

“The good ol’ boy network.”

“Right. Is architecture like that?”

“Not really,” I said. “Thank God.”

“Lucky for you. I’m making the right connections, but I’m young, and it takes years.”

“If it were easy, everyone would do it.”

“No kidding!” he laughed. “Okay, I’m ready for lunch. Christy mentioned the place you ate?”

“Yeah, it’s in town. Take a right at the main road.”

Carter wasn’t blown away by the drugstore. The lunch counter was basic meat and three fare, hearty and well-cooked, but not quite fancy enough for his palate. He enjoyed it well enough, though, especially the pie. And he eyed the old-fashioned soda fountain with interest. Still, the place probably wouldn’t make his list of top ten restaurants. Maybe not even the top hundred.

The liquor store was a different story, and he was surprised by the selection of wines. He quickly replaced everything we’d drunk over the past couple of days and then talked to the owner for fifteen or twenty minutes. Together, they filled a case with wine for Carter to try at home. As a parting gift, the man sold him the two remaining bottles of Old Rip Van Winkle, which he’d been saving for “a particular friend.”

I privately wondered if they’d been for Granville. Then again, maybe it had been a subtle come-on, to let Carter know he was gay and interested. I was probably reading too much into it, but Carter missed it completely. He was so straight that it never occurred to him that another man might want to have sex with him. I smiled indulgently and congratulated myself for being so enlightened. Then I thought of Sara’s reaction to that, and my ego deflated to peals of imaginary laughter.

“What’s that guy doing here?” Carter wondered as we drove away. “In such a small town?”

“He grew up here.”

“He’s wasting his talent. He could be a sommelier in any restaurant in Charlotte, maybe even New York City.”

“He might like the slower pace here.”

Carter snorted but didn’t argue. He was a snob all right, but I understood his point. And I had to admit that part of me agreed with him. I couldn’t imagine life in a sleepy little town in South Carolina. I didn’t want the hustle and bustle of New York City, or the cookie-cutter sprawl of Los Angeles, but I was still a city boy.

“You mind if I open ’er up on the way back to camp?” Carter asked. “I’ve only had the car a couple of months, and I don’t get the chance to really do it at home.”

“Fine by me.”

“They have a school in Florida that teaches rally driving. Maybe you and I could go. We could take the girls, and they’ll keep each other company.”

“Yeah, maybe,” I agreed. He was already talking about group vacations? I didn’t know whether to be excited or alarmed. What happened to cautious Carter?

He read me perfectly. “I don’t mean now,” he laughed. “Once we get to know each other better. Although, we know each other pretty well now. And we’re planning to share the girls.”

“Let’s see how that goes first.”

“Right. Totally agree. And if it works out, we can plan something else.”

“Yeah. In the meantime…” I leaned toward him and made a show of looking at the speedometer. “Fifty? My grandmother drives faster.”

“Ha! Hold on.”

I gripped the door handle, just in case. Carter downshifted, floored it, and I was glad I had.

* * *

The girls were sunbathing when we returned. They were lying on their stomachs facing away from us, and their skin glistened with a light coating of oil. The afternoon sun fell across them, and they shone like bronze goddesses.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing that for the rest of my life,” Carter said.

I silently agreed.

“I feel almost guilty that I want kids,” he added. “It’s a shame to do that to a body like Kim’s.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I mused. “You’ve met my mother.”

“Very pretty,” he agreed.

“And Christy’s mother had six kids. She’s prettier now than she was before.”

“Good genes.”

“Kim’s no ugly duckling,” I chuckled.

“Right. And her mother’s still pretty. She’s just a little thicker around the middle than I like.”

I shrugged philosophically. “Beauty’s in the eye of the beholder. And by the time Kim’s her mother’s age, you’ll be thicker around the middle too. Besides, she’ll be the mother of your children, and you’ll love her for different reasons than her body.”

“You’re probably right,” he admitted. Then he shot me a grin. “Are you sure you’re only twenty-one?”

“Pretty sure. Come on, let’s unload. Then I wanna cool off.”

“And get your rocks off?” He chuckled. “Sorry, it’s all I’ve been thinking about since our talk. I’m dying to watch you fuck Kim and give her a good workout. I’ve trained her well, but this is the big test.”

“I’m sure she’ll pass with flying colors.”

“I’m sure too. She’s really excited. She wanted to do it last night, but…” He shrugged. “Just me being overly cautious.”

“Any last-minute worries?” I asked.

“None that I can think of. Besides, I can’t wait to see what Christy’s like. If she’s as submissive as you say, I think I’m going to enjoy myself. And, if I’m being honest, I don’t even care about fucking her. Not after one of her blowjobs. Besides, her little body is made for a firm hand. With your permission, of course.”

“Use her, abuse her, make her write bad checks,” I joked. “No wait, her father’d kill me if she bounces any more checks. Maybe just use and abuse her.”

“My pleasure.”

The girls must have been dozing, because they didn’t move as Carter and I unloaded the wine and carried it into the clubhouse.

“Oh, hell,” he said all of a sudden.

“What?”

“The grocery store! I wanted to go while we were in town, but I was so excited that I completely forgot.”

I laughed. “Don’t worry about it.”

“But I wanted to make something special for dinner. It’s our last night…”

“How about cock au vin with cream sauce?”

“What? That’s disgusting. Cream sauce with wi— Ah, I get it. No, thank you.”

“Wiener schnitzel and semen-kraut?”

“God, no! Fermented ‘come cabbage’? Are you insane?”

“No, just having fun. Tube steak? Frank and beans? Sausage and gravy?”

“Objection! Badgering the witness.”

“You’re mixing metaphors,” I shot back. “Say something chef-y.”

“I can’t! You’re quicker than I am.” He laughed. “I have to rehearse my arguments.”

“Yeah, all right, I’ll let you off easy this time.”

“Good. Besides, those were all dick recipes. Why not bearded clams or fur burgers?”

“Well, the girls’re shaved. And I didn’t think of them. You stopped me before I hit my stride.”

“Thank God for that!” he laughed.

“Yeah, fair enough. But seriously,” I added, “dinner doesn’t matter. We’ll probably be too tired to care.”

“I’ll care.”

“Then we’ll be impressed by what you throw together with the ingredients we have.”

He grinned. “Christy said you’re relentlessly positive.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty annoying.”

“Nah, it’s cool.”

“Thanks.” I tossed my chin toward the pool. “Ready for a swim?”

“I’m ready to get things going.”

“That too.”

We shed our clothes and left the cool of the clubhouse. The heat outside felt like a physical thing, a muggy blanket that tried to smother us. Carter glanced around at the patio tables.

“I thought we’d play out here,” he said, “but on second thought…”

“Air conditioning,” I agreed, “much nicer.”

“Right.”

The girls stirred at the sound of our voices as we approached.

“You’re back,” Kim said. “What took you so long?”

Carter mentioned a name I didn’t recognize. “Paul’s architect is like him,” he explained. “He talked our ear off till noon.”

“Oh. That’s too bad.”

“Then we had lunch in town. The food was excellent,” he added to Christy, which was a small exaggeration. He smiled at me with a polite request not to give him away. “Thanks for the recommendation.”

“Did you try the peach pie?”

“No, they had chocolate pecan today.”

“Ooh, was it yummy?”

“Delicious. We should’ve brought some back for you,” he added, “but I didn’t even think of it. I’ll do better next time.”

“That’s okay.”

“You want an afternoon snack?” I asked her.

She gave us a coy look. “What kind of snack?”

“The kind you have to work for.”

“Mmm, my favorite.”

Kim read Carter’s expression and perked up as well.

“Hon,” he said, “we’re going to trade for the rest of the day. Paul’s in charge. Do everything he tells you. And I mean everything. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Paul knows your safe word,” he added, “but I don’t think you’ll need it.”

She smiled and glanced at me with growing excitement.

“Same deal,” I said to Christy. “Carter’s in charge. He won’t have sex with you, but he can do anything else. He knows your safe word as well. Is that clear?”

She nodded.

“Don’t just nod,” Carter snapped at her. “Answer him when he asks you a question.”

“Yes, sir,” she said immediately. “I’m sorry, sir.”

I was a bit surprised that he’d taken command so quickly, but I probably shouldn’t have been.

“Paul’s done a good job training you so far,” he added, “but I’m going to give you some instruction. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“Don’t thank me. Thank Paul. It was his idea.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said to me.

“Right,” Carter said. “Now, stand up. Over here.” He snapped and pointed, and she moved like she’d been spanked. “Good girl. We’re going to work on your posture.” He paused and said to Kim, “Hon, run inside and get your toy bag.”

“Yes, sir.”

Carter returned his attention to Christy, but I watched Kim’s breasts bounce as she jogged off. They were enough to make my pulse quicken, even from behind. Carter continued critiquing Christy’s stance until Kim returned with a denim overnight bag.

“Good girl,” Carter said to her. Then he held it up for Christy to see. “Do you know what’s in here?”

“Toys, sir?”

“They’re tools, my dear. Tools to help you learn. Are you ready to learn?”

“Yes, sir. Please teach me.”

He chuckled, low and confident, and Christy swallowed hard. Then she shot a nervous glance at me.

Carter immediately swatted her ass. It was surprisingly light, much lighter than I would’ve done, but she still inhaled sharply.

“Eyes forward,” he said, deceptively calm.

“Yes, sir.”

He moved in front of her, cupped her chin, and raised it firmly. He looked into her eyes. “From now on,” he said, still calm, “you pay attention to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

He released her and moved behind her, just out of the angle of her vision. Then he touched her hip. She flinched but continued looking forward.

“Good girl.” He caressed her ass before he gently probed between her legs. Her chest rose and fell as her excitement built, and her nipples tightened to small brown points.

“Very good,” he said, his voice still calm and soothing.

She gasped when his fingers found her pussy. He continued teasing her, and she swayed slightly before she glanced at me.

Carter reacted instantly. “Eyes forward!” He swatted her ass.

Christy reacted to the psychological impact as much as the physical one. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”

Beads of sweat dotted Carter’s lip and forehead, and his thick cock was already stiff. I couldn’t understand how anyone could be aroused by something so simple.

Different strokes, I reminded myself.

“Are you ready to head inside?” Carter asked me.

“What? Oh, no. I still want to go for a swim and cool off.”

He nodded once and then grinned. “Whatever you want. You’re in charge. But don’t wear yourself out. I still want to watch you fuck her.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” I told him. “I’m good for several rounds. Five or six, at least.”

Christy grinned and rolled her eyes, although she managed to recover her expression before Carter caught her. Still, he knew from my reaction that she must’ve done something. He swatted her ass for good measure.

“It seems we have some work to do,” he told her. “Inside. Now.”

“Yes, sir.”

He picked up the denim bag and followed her.

* * *

I turned to Kim when the door closed behind them.

“Join me for a swim?”

“Of course,” she answered automatically. She began taking off her rings and gave me a suggestive look. “Sir.”

“You can relax,” I said. “And you don’t have to call me ‘sir.’”

Her eyebrows knitted.

“Carter said you like straight sex more than being controlled.”

“I like making him happy. Um… sir.”

“You don’t have to call me ‘sir,’” I repeated.

“No, sir. I mean, no.” She frowned again. “I mean, okay?”

“That works,” I chuckled.

Her expression brightened. “Would you like me to—?”

I waited, and her frown returned.

“What should I call you?”

I relented, “‘Sir’ is fine. You seem more comfortable with it anyway.”

“Thank you, sir,” Kim said. “I want to make you happy.”

“You do. And you will. Five or six times. But let’s go for a swim first.” I took her hand and led her around the pool to the steps. We both sighed as the cool water swirled around us. Then we shared a grin.

I pulled her with me toward the deep end. She followed to the drop-off before she let go of my hand. She didn’t want to get her hair wet, and I wasn’t the kind of jerk to make her. I swam backward and enjoyed the sight of her instead.

Her breasts were still above the water, and they were amazing. They weren’t as full or large as Lily’s, but she was slimmer, so they fit her frame better. She blushed when she saw the direction of my gaze, although she didn’t try to hide from it. She watched me instead, without a hint of Lily’s teenage innocence. She knew exactly what we were about to do, and she was looking forward to it.

I swam back to the shallow end and led her with my eyes. She followed, until I stood with my back to the clubhouse and leaned against the wall. She stood in front of me, curious and a little nervous, but with a ripple of excitement just beneath the surface.

Part of me wanted to get to know her better before we skipped to the action, but the little head was firmly in the “action now” mindset. And he was right. Kim had been ready since our photoshoot, the day before.

I told you, he said smugly. Start with a blowjob?

Um, no. I said you were right, not that you were in charge.

What? No fair!

Tough, I told him. We’re doing things my way.

Your way takes forever, he griped.

Yes, but my way gets better results.

So? I only care about one.

Which is why I’m in charge.

He pretended to sulk, but I knew better. He was still mostly hard, and he’d rise to the occasion when the time came. Kim was watching me, so I decided to explain.

“Sorry, I was having a conversation with my dick.”

Her eyebrows rose with amusement more than surprise. Christy had probably told her during one of their conversations. At least I didn’t need to explain.

I took the opportunity to admire her close-up instead. She wore her hair in a ponytail, but she’d styled it instead of simply tying it up when she’d climbed out of bed. She wore eye makeup too, and lipstick, a pink that matched her natural color. She worked at being pretty, all the time.

Her body was a similar testament. Her arms and shoulders were toned and firm from aerobics, and her stomach was as flat as Christy’s. I realized for the first time that she didn’t have tan lines from a bikini. Part of me was surprised that I hadn’t noticed before, but she was comfortable nude, so I hadn’t given it a second thought. And when I did, I realized that Carter didn’t have them either.

Hello? the little head said. Focus? Are you sure you don’t want me in charge?

I chuckled and shifted my attention back to Kim.

“Do I please you, sir?”

“Very much. You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“And very sexy. The little head wants to get things started immediately. That’s what the conversation was about.”

Her brows knitted again. “Don’t you want to?”

“Of course!” I laughed. “But the big head wants to talk a little.”

“Oh, okay.”

I laughed again, softer and more suggestive. “The big head usually wins, but the little head is really, really excited. See for yourself.” I gestured, and she lowered her eyes to my pride and joy. The surface of the pool distorted the view, but that didn’t stop her from enjoying it. “Go ahead,” I said, “touch it.”

She gripped my cock and began stroking gently. Her red nails and tan fingers looked good around my pink shaft.

“Is there anything I can do, sir?” she asked. “To convince you?”

“That depends. What do you have in mind?”

“I could pleasure you, sir. I’d like that.”

“I’d like that too,” I said. “But in a minute. Are you allowed to kiss me?”

“If you want me to.”

“Do you want to?”

She paused uncertainly.

“I’m not like Carter,” I said. “He likes to be in control. I do too, but I want you to have a little control too. If you like something, tell me.”

“I like playing with your cock.”

“Anything else?”

“I like kissing, too.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

She leaned in and tilted her face up, and I kissed her. She was tentative at first, but after a moment she relaxed and kissed me in return. She put one hand on my chest to support herself and turned the other to get a better grip on my hard-on. She stroked gently and then sighed as our kiss heated up.

After a minute I cupped her firm ass and pulled her against me. She released my dick and slid her arms around me, and her breasts flattened against my chest. She kissed me again, hungrier than before.

Eventually I picked her up, turned, and set her on the side of the pool. We continued making out until I pulled back.

“Are you going to fuck me?” she panted. “Carter… He wants to watch. Sir.”

“I know. He can watch the second time.”

She didn’t argue, but I could feel her reluctance.

“You want to make him happy,” I said, “don’t you?”

“Of course. I want to make you happy too.”

“Then trust me. We’ll put on a show for him. The second time. The first is just for us.” I didn’t mention that the first was usually awkward. I wanted to learn more about her body and how she reacted to mine before we had sex in front of her husband (and biggest critic).

“Besides,” I added, “he’s a little busy at the moment.” I nodded over her shoulder, toward the full-length windows in the clubhouse doors.

She twisted her torso and saw for herself.

Carter had tied Christy to one of the tables, but we could only see her legs and feet. He was visible from the chest up through one of the normal windows. He did something, and Christy writhed in pleasure and strained against the bonds.

“Yes, sir,” Kim said. “You’re right.”

She faced me again, and I leaned toward her. She responded eagerly when I kissed her. And she wasn’t at all shy about my dick. She stroked with increasing urgency. In fact, she was a lot more passionate than I thought she’d be. Then again, she and Carter had obviously talked about it enough that her worries were a thing of the past.

Do you mind? the little head griped. I can’t concentrate with you yap, yap, yapping. Focus!

“Did I do something wrong?” Kim wondered hesitantly. “Sir.”

“What? Oh, no. Sorry.”

She smiled and blushed, and it was my turn to wonder.

“Lemme guess,” I said dryly, “Christy told you about me?”

“Yes, sir. She said you think too much. You get distracted in the middle of things sometimes. You aren’t upset, are you?” She gave my dick a hopeful squeeze, in case I was.

“No,” I chuckled. “Just… sometimes I have to remind myself how much women share with each other.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Sir.”

“Don’t be. I think it’s cool.”

“She told me what you like, though, and how to get your attention. For when you get distracted.”

“Oh?”

“Mmm hmm. She said I should suck your cock. I could do it now.”

Please, I’m begging you, say yes!

“What do you want?” I asked her.

You’re doing this on purpose, the little head accused. To punish me. What’d I ever do to you?

Kim’s smoldering expression said it all. Her lips parted suggestively, and she gave my dick an urgent tug. I wasn’t the only one who got the message.

Uh-oh… you’d better do something.

“May I pleasure you, sir?” she asked in a voice that was low and smooth and full of heat. “I’ll be a good girl and swallow every drop.”

I mean it. I dunno if I can hold it.

“Oh, God,” I managed. “Yes.”

Kim yelped in surprise when I lifted her into the pool and set her on her feet. Water sloshed onto the concrete as I vaulted to the side and landed with a wet splat. I grabbed her head, but she was already moving toward my hard-on.

Her lips closed around it, and the floodgates burst. I held her head and shot a geyser of come straight down her throat. She swallowed automatically and braced herself with her hands on my inner thighs. Then she moved them to my manhood. She stroked and massaged, swallowed and moaned, and the pressure eased as the spurts turned to gushes and then finally stopped.

I breathed hard through my nose and tried to focus. My dick was still very hard, but an aftershock made me gasp in surprise. Kim sighed and continued sucking.

“Good girl,” I panted. “You know what to do.”

“Mmm.” She sucked until I recovered enough to push her away, gentle but firm.

“Your turn.” I slid into the water. Then I lifted her to the spot I’d just vacated. I spread her thighs and moved between them.

She cupped my face and kissed me, tenderly at first, but with growing heat. I felt between her legs and found the heat there as well. Her pussy was slick and smooth, and she gasped when I slid two fingers into her.

Her kisses grew hungrier as I slowly worked her up. I wanted to go down on her, but she wanted to make out instead. The little head just wanted to fuck her. We did things her way, and her breathing grew heavier and more erratic.

“Permission—” she said at last. Then she gasped and closed her eyes. “Permission to— Unh! Permission to come, sir?”

I didn’t stop fingering her, and I waited long enough to make her whimper as she tried to hold back.

“Please, sir,” she begged. “Permission…?”

I leaned close and brushed her cheek with mine. She clung to me and whimpered as she tried to keep from crying out. My lips touched her ear. I teased her clit at the same time, and she squirmed with growing desperation.

“Please… I—”

“Come for me,” I whispered.

She did. Her body went taut, and she pressed her forehead to my shoulder. She strained against the force of her climax but never made a sound. Not a whimper, not a moan, not even a sigh. She panted when it was over, but even that was quiet.

I slowly withdrew my fingers and held her as she recovered. She clung to me, and her breathing slowly returned to normal.

“T-thank you, sir,” she said quietly.

“Was it a good one?”

“Very good.” She paused and then asked, “Would you like to fuck me now?”

Christy had the same habit, of asking a question instead of telling me what she wanted. But Kim wasn’t my girlfriend and didn’t have the same hangups. Besides, it didn’t matter how she asked. I understood well enough.

For cryin’ out loud! the little head griped. Just fuck her already. Why do you have to analyze everything? This isn’t difficult.

I chuckled to myself and asked Kim, “Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir. How do you want me?”

I glanced up at the patio. “Bent over that table.”

Her blue eyes sparkled. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” She climbed to her feet.

I vaulted to the side, and my dick swaggered as we followed her.

She smiled over her shoulder and then braced her hands on the table. She bent forward, and I moved behind her. I didn’t waste time with foreplay. I simply rubbed my cock through her channel before I set the glans at her opening. She sighed and pushed back.

I held her narrow hips, and her pussy coated my shaft with warmth and moisture as I slid into her. I kept going until my hips touched the soft curves of her ass. She sighed again, and her shoulders heaved with her breathing.

“Is this your favorite position?” I asked.

She nodded. “Did Christy tell you? Sir?”

“No. Just a lucky guess.” I gave her ass an experimental swat, and she whimpered in surprise. She didn’t go quiet, but she didn’t react like Christy did either, so I decided to fuck her without the hair-pulling and ass-slapping.

I began thrusting, and she pushed back against me. Her pussy felt silky smooth, and maybe a bit looser than Christy’s, although that was probably my imagination. Carter’s dick was thicker than mine, but pussies were amazingly elastic. I could probably fuck her right after he did and not notice the difference.

I stopped analyzing before the little head had to say something. Instead, I paid attention to Kim’s reactions as I fucked her. I tried different speeds until I found one where she whimpered at every thrust.

Then I grew curious, so I slowed down and probed her depths. I wanted to find the spot at the back of her pussy, and I tried with a dozen deep thrusts before I gave up. My dick probably wasn’t long enough. Or her pussy was a little different than Christy’s. Or both. Whatever the case, I returned to the pace she liked and focused on making her come.

After a couple of minutes, I pulled out, turned her around, and lifted her to the table. She lay back automatically, and I paused to admire her for a moment. Her breasts flattened naturally and bulged to the sides. I couldn’t resist comparing them to Christy’s, so I ran my hands up her torso and cupped them. They were softer and more pliable than Christy’s. Her nipples weren’t quite as sensitive. I teased them anyway, and she watched me with an amused, tolerant smile.

“Yeah, I know,” I said, “boys and their toys.”

“No, I like it.”

“But you’d like it more if I fucked you while I played with them?”

She grinned. “I wouldn’t say no, sir.”

I chuckled and straightened. Then I gripped my cock and teased her with it. Her outer lips were thinner than Christy’s, and they practically disappeared when she spread her legs. Her inner lips were fleshier. They joined at the top of her pussy and completely hid her clit, although she gasped predictably when I swung my shaft and slapped the hidden bundle of nerves.

“Can you come just from fucking?” I asked.

She seemed surprised by the question but answered immediately, “No, sir. Not usually.”

I nodded and set my glans at her opening. She sighed with pleasure when I slid into her. I pushed her knees toward her chest and began thrusting. Her inner lips gripped my shaft and coated it with her juices, and it glistened in the sun as I fucked her slowly.

“Hold your legs,” I told her.

She did, and I buried my cock. She rewarded me with another tolerant smile as I played with her breasts, although she closed her eyes and moaned softly when I pinched and rolled her nipples. Then I moved one hand to her stomach and used my thumb to find the bump of her clit. I pressed it, and she hissed with pleasure.

“You like that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You like fucking me, too, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir. I wish Carter could see, but…”

I arched an eyebrow.

“I… I like it this way.”

“Just the two of us, you mean?”

“Yes, sir.”

I nodded and decided to add, “It was sort of an excuse. The first time, alone. I’m pretty sure Carter’s going to like it, but just in case… I… um… didn’t want our first time to be our last.”

Her eyes softened with amusement and pleasure. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome.” My own smile twisted into a grin. “I’m sure Christy told you I talk during sex.”

“Yes, sir, she mentioned it.”

“Did she tell you what to do if I get chatty?”

“She said I should beg you to fuck me.”

“Well…?”

“Oh, please, sir. Please fuck me. Use me like a naughty little girl. I need your big cock so bad.”

I chuckled, and we shared a moment of amusement. Part of her was serious, but she was also playing a role.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

I began fucking her again, harder, and teased her clit at the same time. That did the trick, and the temperature in her pussy began to rise. A blush colored her cheeks and crept down her neck. Several minutes later, about the time it reached her chest, her breathing grew erratic.

“Permission…?” she gasped.

I fucked her with the long, steady strokes that she liked.

“Oh, God. Permission to come… sir?”

I didn’t reply. I kept right on fucking her and rubbing her clit instead.

“Please, sir. Permission… oh, God… Permission to come?”

“Look at me,” I said in my best command voice.

She did.

“You can come when I say so. Not a moment before. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Her expression contorted as she tried to hold back. Her chest had turned pink from the heat, and the temperature in her pussy was headed toward molten. “Please, sir,” she begged at last. “I can’t— Permission—?”

I let her squirm for a couple of heartbeats before I said, “Come for me.”

She lasted three milliseconds, maybe four. Then her whole body stiffened. Her flat stomach tensed and showed the ridges of her abs, and she curled toward me. She didn’t make a sound for twenty or thirty seconds, until she lay back and breathed hard through her nose. I held still within her and waited for her to recover. She wasn’t overly sensitive or anything, but it felt rude to pound away while she was trying to catch her breath.

She eventually gave me a tired, happy smile. “Mmm, that was nice. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Do you want me to—?”

“Take your time,” I said. “I’m fine right where I am.”

“Thank you, sir.” She fanned herself with one hand until she cooled to the point where she could think again.

“Ready to go for a swim?” I said at last.

She frowned and started to say something before her eyes lit with understanding.

“Exactly,” I agreed. “It’s much cooler over there.”

“I can cool off and pleasure you at the same time. I’ll be a naughty little girl and swallow, I promise.” She thought of something else. “Or… do you want me to show you instead? You can come on my face,” she added helpfully.

“What do you want?”

“Whatever makes you happy, sir. Swallow, show, or facial?”

I pretended to think about it. “Swallow.”

“My pleasure, sir.”