Chapter 89 Marge, Anne, Marc and Don followed the real estate agent into the garage of the mansion Jerry had convinced them to look at. The garage was wide enough for four vehicles and deeper than most garages. At the back of the garage were two doors; one on the left side and another located in the back wall. The agent, Cynthia Morgan, opened the door at the back and led the group up a stairway. Jerry, Bob, Sam and their wives followed them up the steps. "This is the apartment for the help," Cynthia said. "It has two bedrooms, two baths, a kitchen with a breakfast nook and a living room. The nook overlooks the backyard and has a view of the canal. "There is an entrance on the side as well as the one through the garage. We had the apartment cleaned up and painted before we started to show the property." "How many people have looked at it?" Marge asked. Cynthia opened one of the closets in a bedroom so they could see the size and replied, "You folks are the first. Jerry's office called and told us to hold off on the listing. As you can see, the walk-in closets are very large and well laid out." The group spent a few minutes looking around the apartment and then Cynthia asked if there were any questions. When no one spoke up, she led the group downstairs and back into the garage. Cynthia opened the door to the main house and held it for the group. Once inside, they walked past the first floor laundry, a room with a commercial freezer and a walk-in refrigerator and pantry shelves. From there, they went into the large kitchen. "As you can see, this house was designed for entertaining. The stove has eight burners and two ovens. The built in refrigerator- freezer is only a year old. The sink has a disposal and there are two dishwashers, one in the counter and another in the island work area. "The breakfast nook will accommodate a table that will seat twelve. Through here we have the formal dinning room." Cynthia opened the double doors and walked ahead of the group. Like the breakfast nook, the dining room had a view of the backyard and the canal. There was a large rectangular chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The group followed the agent into the huge great room. With the exception of the French doors leading to the patio, the wall facing the back of the house was windows. Looking up, Cynthia pointed to the balcony overlooking the room. "The bedrooms are on the second floor. There are two masters, one on each end and five guest rooms between them. All the rooms have private baths, but the baths in the master bedrooms are something to see." "I thought you said this house had six bedrooms, Jerry," Anne said. Jerry shrugged his shoulders. "I was wrong." The group left the living room and went into a large game room, complete with a wet bar. Like the mansion they were staying at, this house was U shaped with the game room forming one of the legs. A set of double doors led out to the patio. Cynthia told the group there was more than enough room for a pool table as well as couches and chairs. On one wall was a screen and the agent told the group it was for the mini theater. The rest of the main floor contained two half baths, an office and another room that could be used as a library. Cynthia led the group upstairs and into one of the master bedrooms. "The two master bedrooms are exact copies. The owners were partners and they had the rooms designed to prevent arguments." "This is a nice room," Marge said. "You could really divide it into two bedrooms." The agent led them into the large bath and showed them the whirlpool tub. The tub looked like it would hold six people and was in an alcove with bay windows overlooking the yard. Anne and Marge looked at the tub and then at one another. As Marge ran her hand over the marble enclosure, the two women smiled at each other. Marge picked up a spray head attached to a flexible metal hose. "This is a good idea, you don't have to walk to the shower to rinse off." A door led into a dressing room and past that there was the rest of the bathroom. A large glass enclosed shower was separated from the toilet and bidet. Opposite the shower was a long counter with three sinks and a number of drawers below it. Like the tub area, the bathroom was all done in white marble. After leaving the master bedroom, Cynthia showed them the guest rooms. Each of the rooms was the same size with a bathroom. In the bathroom, there was a shower and whirlpool bathtub. While the whirlpool tubs weren't as big as the ones in the masters, they would easily accommodate two adults. The bedrooms had walk in closets and built in dressers. They went through the other master bedroom and then back downstairs. Cynthia led them out into the backyard and showed them the patio, the pool and the cabana. They walked to the canal and along the new concrete seawall. Don noted the large pilings and the pedestal for electric and water. Cynthia led them to the guesthouse and showed them around. There was one master bedroom, three smaller bedrooms and three baths, including the one in the master bedroom. In the kitchen, the agent pointed out the new appliances and other amenities. The balance of the house was a living room, a dining room and a den. "Damn, this place is almost as nice as our house, Sam," Joanne said. Don laughed and said, "What's the matter, Sam; don't Marc and I pay you enough?" "You guys pay me plenty, Don. I'm just saving my money for now." Sam put his arm around Joanne's waist. "Someday my sweetie and I will have something nicer." "Well, do it while you're young and can enjoy it," Marge said. "We're only in our twenties," Joanne said. "Sam is twenty nine and I'm twenty seven." "All the same, don't wait too long," Marge said. "Do you two plan on having children?" "We've been trying for a few months, but no luck yet," Joanne said. "Maybe you two aren't trying hard enough," Liz said. Joanne smiled at Liz and said softly, "Maybe you're right, Liz." She leaned against Sam. "I think we'll have to do something about that." Sam cleared his throat, drawing laughter from the rest of the group. They went outside and back to the patio. Cynthia made herself scarce so the group could talk. "Well, Marge, what do you and Anne think about the place?" Marc asked his sister and wife. "It's very nice, Marc. Big, but nice," Anne replied. "How about you, Marge, what do you think?" "It's like this, Anne. It's December thirty first and I'm sitting outside in a dress. If we were back home, we'd be freezing or inside. I think I could get used to spending my winters here," Marge replied. "If you girls want it, we'll buy the place," Don said. "Like Sam and Jerry say, we can always use the write off. If the kids decide to get the yacht, it would be a good place to keep it." Marc chuckled and said, "Do you think they are going to say no, Don?" "No, I don't. In fact, if I was to have to guess, they are already making plans for the yacht. Marc and I talked to Jeri and she agreed to be the captain if the kids ask her to," Don said. "Should we make an offer?" Jerry asked. Don, Marc, Marge and Anne moved away from the rest of the group and talked among them selves for a few minutes. Once they all agreed, they went back to the others. "Make the offer, Jerry," Don said. "If we can work it out, we'll soon be the proud owners of Florida property." Jerry went to find Cynthia and brought her back to the patio. He pulled out a chair and invited her to sit down with Don, Marc, Marge and Anne. Jerry pulled another chair to the table and joined the group. "Okay, Cynthia, what's the best you think we can do on this place?" Jerry asked. "The owner would like two million, Jerry," Cynthia said. "My clients will pay one point two, but only if we can strike a deal today. We're leaving for Michigan in a couple days and they want things taken care of before they leave," Jerry said. "Give me a moment, Jerry." Cynthia took her cell phone out of her jacket pocket and dialed a number. She got up and walked away while she talked to someone. After five minutes, she covered the phone and came back to the table. "One point six million." "One million, four hundred thousand is as far as we'll go. If the owner accepts the deal, he'll have the money in less than thirty days," Jerry said. "By the way, all of the appliances and the theater stay." Cynthia walked away again and put the phone to her ear. "I know the owner has to pay the IRS in thirty days or face very stiff penalties," Jerry said. "I also know he can use the one point four million." When she came back to the table, Cynthia nodded and sat down. She opened her portfolio and took out a purchase agreement. Placing the multi copy form on the table, she began asking questions and filling out the form. Jerry provided all the information necessary. Once she was finished, she showed the form to Jerry and he began to read it. "Everything looks good so far," Jerry said. He took Cynthia's pen and filled in the line that asked for the amount of the down payment and handed the form back to her. "When will I get the check, Jerry?" Cynthia asked. "Right now. Marge, do you have your checkbook?" Jerry said. "Yes, how much do you need?" Marge replied as she took her checkbook out of her purse. "One hundred fifty thousand," Jerry said and then he told her who to make it out to. Jerry handed the check to Cynthia and then Don and Marc signed the form. While they were signing the paperwork, Marge turned to Anne. "You owe me seventy thousand, Anne," Marge said and then laughed. "I'm sorry, I don't have that kind of money with me, will you consider taking it out in trade? You can have Marc," Anne said. "Okay, let's see, at five bucks a throw, it will take about…" Marge began to say, but Anne cut her off. "Five bucks, that's almost twice what he's worth," Anne said with a grin. "I know, but I'm in a good mood today," Marge said. The women began to laugh. Liz and Dianne joined their laughter while Joanne stared in awe. "You guys aren't being serious, are you?" Joanne asked. "Of course not, Joanne," Marge said. "Marc is worth at least ten bucks a fuck." The level of laughter rose until Don finally told the women to move to another table so he and Marc could finish their business. The four women got up and walked away, still laughing and joking. Joanne pulled Liz aside and asked if they were kidding about what they were saying and Liz just laughed. "Yes, Joanne, they're kidding. I know for a fact Marc is worth much more than ten dollars a fuck." Liz grinned at Joanne. "A lot more!" Joanne shook her head. "I just can't believe you're talking like this, Liz." Liz shrugged her shoulders and said, "Sorry if I'm upsetting you, Jo. I've changed and that's that. Like I told you before, I don't really care what anyone thinks, not anymore. I do what I want to and the rest be dammed." Joanne though for a moment and then asked, "What's it like, Liz? How does it feel to do it with another man?" Dianne came over to where Joanne and Liz were talking. She stood near Liz, waiting to hear what the two women were talking about. Joanne looked at Liz, wondering if she would answer her question or change the subject. "It's fun and exciting, Jo. When we fool around, it's always for fun. Nobody is trying to take anyone away from anyone else. We suck and fuck and then go to bed with our spouses. No jealousy, no hard feelings, no baggage. We all know where we stand and we all get along." Joanne blushed and Dianne nodded. Dianne realized that the women were talking about sex and joined the conversation. Dianne reached out and put her hand on Joanne's arm. "Haven't you ever thought about being with another man or a woman? Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like?" Joanne shook her head, but she wasn't being truthful. She had thought about it, she had thought about another woman and what it would be like. While she had nothing to compare it to until the night before, Joanne secretly thought about the feeling of a mouth between her legs. When she allowed Sam to go down on her, she began to wonder why she had been so opposed to it in the past. Looking around to be sure no one could hear her, Joanne confessed to Liz and Dianne. "To be honest, I have thought about another woman." Joanne chuckled. "It's funny, I had no idea what I would do or what another woman would do to me, but I have fantasized about it." Liz smiled and squeezed Joanne's arm. "If you ever decide to make your fantasy come true, call me." "Oh no, I could never…" "Joanne, you have no idea what you're capable of until you try. Try to think about this, what have you got to lose? If you try something and don't like it, don't do it anymore." Liz smiled. "You have to just let go and have fun, Joanne." Dianne moved her hand to Joanne's firm breast and squeezed it. She rubbed the shocked woman's nipple through the material of her top and bra before removing her hand. "You'll never know unless you give it a try. Personally, I love the feeling of another woman touching me-and me touching her. There is just something about it, the tenderness and the softness. I love a good stiff prick, but a woman's touch or mouth really get me going." Joanne froze when she felt Dianne's hand on her breast. She didn't expect it, or the way she felt. Joanne was surprised that she wasn't repulsed by the other woman's touch. Twenty-four hours ago, Joanne was looking forward to getting some sun and relaxing with her husband. Now, she found herself surrounded by people that displayed a sexual attitude she'd only read about in paperback novels. She had always wondered if the stories she read were based on fact, or only the decadent thoughts of the author. As her education continued, she realized that the steamy scenes might really happen with real people, people she knew. "Are you okay, Jo?" Liz asked. "You're as white as a ghost!" "I don't know; I wasn't expecting that. Are you always so bold, Dianne?" Joanne asked. Dianne laughed and shook her head. "No, I'm not. I just couldn't resist though. Joanne, you have lovely breasts, at least they feel lovely." Liz chuckled and grinned. "You are so bad, Dianne. You just can't keep your hands off other people, can you?" "Some I can, but others-well you know how it is." Dianne accented her statement by running her hand over Liz's breast. "We'd better get going, I think Don and Marc are finished with their business." Dianne, Liz and Joanne caught up with the other women and stood near them. After listening for a moment, they realized they were talking about shopping and joined the conversation. "We're going to have the guys stop in town and go shopping," Marge said. "I understand they have some very nice shops on the strip." "Sounds good to me. I need something to wear tonight," Joanne said. "I didn't realize we were going to a club and didn't bring a thing." The women continued to talk until Don called for them. Marge came over to Don and asked if everything was set. "Yes, in a few weeks, we'll close on this place and it will be ours; you, me, Marc and Anne. I hope you and Anne will take care of the decorating," Don said. "You bet we will, Honey. I already have some ideas. What would you think of doing some kind of retro thing?" Marge said. "I don't really care as long as we have a good bed to sleep in," Don said. Marge laughed and said, "Sleep? Are you sure that's all you want a good bed for?" "Well, maybe we could use it for something else too," Don said as he put his arm around Marge's waist and pulled her to him. They kissed and then Don chuckled. "Would you have ever imagined owning a home like this in Florida?" "No, not in my wildest dreams. It's almost like a fairytale, a fairytale that is going to end. Less than a year ago we were wondering how to make ends meet and today, we're buying million dollar homes and yachts." "Yes, and loving it," Anne said. "Not only that, but we're helping others. We've given Bob and Dianne an opportunity to succeed with a new business. We're going to have the kids working in the charter business and learning about how things are in the real world, at least to some degree. I don't feel the least bit guilty about what we're doing." The group walked through the house to the van and got in. Joanne and Sam sat in the seat in the rear of the van, along with Liz. Joanne was aware of Liz's leg pressing against hers and her husbands on the other side. As Don pulled away from the mansion, Joanne leaned her head back and let her thoughts wander. It wasn't until Don parked the van on the street and Sam nudged her that Joanne cleared her head and realized they were stopped. The group got out of the van and began walking down Worth Street, looking into the windows of the exclusive shops. When the women found a woman's store, they went in, leaving the men on the sidewalk out front. Don, Marc and the other men found a coffee shop and sat at one of the sidewalk tables. They ordered sodas and began to talk about the home Don and Marc had just agreed to buy. "You two are going to have to invite us down during the winter," Jerry said. "You certainly have enough room." "You guys are always welcome to use the house," Marc said. "It would be a shame to let it go unused. I don't know if we'll spend our winters down here, but we probably will." "Thanks, Marc," Sam said. "I think Jo would enjoy coming here." "Is everything okay between you and Joanne, Sam?" Jerry asked. "I hope we're not upsetting her or making her uncomfortable." "Jo will be fine. Thanks for your concern. The way you folks act has shocked her a bit," Sam said and then he smiled. "Jo and I had the best sex we've ever had last night. I don't know what's changing, but I'm not about to do anything to stop it." "I think our wives have been talking to her, Sam. I know Dianne can be very forward and a bit brash. Joanne will either learn to accept it, or she'll never let you hang around with us again," Bob said. "The lifestyle we enjoy isn't for everyone." "Jo thinks you guys are swingers, you know, swapping and all," Sam said quietly. "I told her she was probable imagining it." Don chuckled. "She isn't imagining anything, Sam." "Really? I suspected you might, but I wasn't sure. I guess I didn't want to believe it," Sam said. Marc leaned forward and said, "Look, Sam. What we do is between us. We're all consenting adults and comfortable with our activities. We don't try to recruit anyone or push our ideals on other people. If the truth were known, it's our wives that are the biggest instigators. The women are the ones that get us all worked up." "That's something I'll never have to worry about," Sam replied with a chuckle. "Have you ever made love when someone else was there?" Jerry asked. Sam laughed and shook his head. "Are you kidding? Last night was the first time I can remember making love with the lights on." "What do you do during the day?" Don asked. "Close the drapes?" "We don't do anything, Don. The only time Jo and I did anything during the day was on our honeymoon-and we were drunk when we did," Sam said and then took a deep breath. "Last night was the first time Jo allowed me to go down on her." Jerry laughed. "I'll bet it won't be the last, Sam. It seems once they do, they can't get enough. At least that was the way it was with Liz." The women came out of the shop and walked down the street. Each of them had a bag in hand and they were all laughing. When they got to the sidewalk café, they stopped and talked to their husbands before heading to a lingerie shop one of the saleswomen told then about. "Wait until you see the dress your wife bought, Sam. You are going to be very pleased with her," Liz said. "Really? Can I see it?" Sam replied. "No, not until tonight, Sam. We're going to go to another store, we'll be back in a little while," Liz said as she and the other women walked away. The men talked about golf and the house for an hour. When their wives returned, they got up and the group went to the van. They drove to the boatyard and the women talked about their shopping trip. "I'm going to love coming here," Marge said. "They have some of the nicest shops I've ever shopped in. I can't believe the selection in that little lingerie shop. I could go broke in there." Sam glanced at his wife and asked, "Did we go broke?" "I don't think so, Sam. Not unless a few hundred dollars will put us in the poor house," Joanne replied. "No, I don't think so. What did you buy?" Sam said. Joanne gripped her bags and shook her head. "I'm not telling you. You'll just have to wait until I'm wearing it." Marc pulled into the boatyard and parked the truck near the shed that the yacht was in. The group got out of the van and made their way to the building. Don opened the door and held it for the rest of them. When they were in the shed, Marge and Anne both gasped. "This is the yacht the kids want to buy?" Anne said. "It's so big!" Don chuckled and nodded. "Yup, this is it. Come on, let's go aboard and see how the sea trials went." Don led the group up the ramp and onto the yacht. They went into the salon and found their children sitting on the settees. "Hi, Dad, hi everybody," Kim said as she jumped up. "Welcome aboard." Marge, Anne and the rest of the adults stood and gazed around the salon. Kim went over to her mom and took her hand. "Come with me, I'll give you guys a tour of the yacht," Kim said. Don told her to hold on a moment and turned to Jack and Tom. "Well, how did the trials go, boys?" Sally giggled and said, "We're trying to think of a name for the yacht." "I guess that answers that," Don said. The teens laughed and nodded. Kim told Sally to come with her as she showed their moms and the rest of the adults the yacht. Once the group was on their way to the galley, Don and Marc called their sons to come outside with them. Once they were near the bow, Don turned around and said, "Are you boys sure about this?" "Yes, Dad, we're sure. We've all talked about it and we're ready to take on the responsibilities of owning and operating the yacht. We want to offer Jeri the captain's job, if that's okay with you two," Jack replied. "It's your company, Jack. You, your sister, Tom and Sally are the ones that have to make those decisions. If you're asking for my advice, I think you're making a wise choice." Don glanced at Marc. "By the way, we bought a house in West Palm Beach today. It has a seawall that is big enough to dock the yacht." "Wow, we're going to live in Florida?" Tom said. "No, we're keeping the houses in Michigan too. At least one of them," Marc said. "We're talking about selling our house and moving in with Uncle Don and Aunt Marge for the summers. It seems silly to own so many big homes." "When can we see the new house, Dad?" Tom asked. "In a couple days. We'll go over there before we leave for Michigan. The main house has seven bedrooms. There is an apartment over the garage and a four-bedroom guesthouse. It's laid out a lot like the house we're staying in, "Marc said. "Does it have a pool?" Jack asked. "Yes, and a cabana," Don replied. "If the apartment is nice, maybe we should offer it to Jeri and April. It would be nice to have them close to the yacht," Tom said. "That's a good idea, Tom. It would be better if someone was living at the house too," Don said. "I think we should put off asking Jeri until we know a bit more about what's happening. There are still quite a few legalities to be dealt with before we own the yacht or the house," Marc said. "Okay, we'll keep it quiet for now," Jack said. "Can we talk about the idea with our sisters?" "Of course you can, Jack. The four of you shouldn't keep anything from one another," Marc replied. The group that was touring the yacht came over to where Jack, Tom and their dads were standing. Marge and Anne began telling their husbands about what they saw and the men laughed. Don reminded the women he and Marc had already seen the yacht. After a few minutes for chatter, the group decided to head back to the house and have dinner. The adults climbed into one of the vans and the teens into the other. Tom followed his dad as Marc drove out of the boatyard and onto the highway. Kim, Sally, Megan and Lisa talked about the yacht, discussing how to finish the décor. Tom and Jack sat up front and made plans to come back to Florida to oversee the yacht's completion. In the other van, Joanne and Liz talked to Marge, Dianne and Anne about the kids and the responsibility of owning a yacht. Joanne wondered if the teens would be able to handle all the work involved. "Not right now, but they will be," Marge said. "Our children are very level headed and will ask for help before they get into something they can't handle." "What are the kids going to do tonight while we're out?" Joanne asked. Marge, Liz, Anne and Dianne all laughed. "I'm sure they will find something to do," Anne replied. Dianne nodded and said, "My guess is they'll be bopping one another at the stroke of twelve." Joanne shook her head. "I still find it hard to accept the fact you are so causal about your children and their sex lives." "What are we going to do? Get a sitter for them?" Dianne said. "They are going to fool around if they want to and there is nothing we can do about it." Joanne was still miffed by the women's attitude. She smiled and looked out the window as the van moved along the road. Liz asked Jerry about the club they were going to and listened as he tried to tell her, and the others, what he knew. "From what I understand, the club is one of the trendiest in South Beach. We have a VIP room for the night. A limousine will pick us up at eight and then bring us home when were ready," Jerry said. "One of the partners in our Miami office arranged everything." "It's been a long time since we've gone out on New Year's Eve," Joanne said, joining the conversation. "I'm really looking forward to it." "I think it will be fun," Anne said. "In the past, it was always dinner and cards at Marge and Don's or our house. We were never able to afford to go out." Don pulled into the driveway and parked the van. The group got out and went into the house. The teens pulled in right behind them and also went into the house. Rosa was setting the table in the dinning room and singing in Spanish. Marge asked about dinner and Rosa told her she was fixing a roast. She asked if there was anything special they wanted and Marge assured Rosa everything would be fine the way she planned it. While they waited for dinner, Joanne and Sam went to their room. Joanne put her new things on a chair and again refused to show them to her husband. Sitting on the bed, she watched Sam look through the closet for something to wear. "You should wear the navy blue slacks and your pullover sweater tonight, Sam. I've always liked the way that outfit looked on you," Joanne said. "Okay, then that's what I'll wear." "Sam, are you happy with our marriage?" Joanne looked down. "Are you happy with me?" "Yes, Honey. I love you. What would make you ask something like that?" Joanne looked up at Sam. "I don't know, I guess I'm just feeling a little insecure, that's all. After listening to Liz and the other women…" Sam went to the bed and sat down next to his wife. He put his arm around her shoulders, pulled her to him and stroked her hair with his other hand. "Jo, stop! I'm happy and that's all there is to it." Joanne looked up and smiled. Sam dipped his head and kissed her softly on the lips. When Joanne began to respond to his kiss, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. After a few moments, they broke the kiss and looked into one another's eyes. "Sam, Dianne touched my breast today. We were talking and she just reached out and squeezed me. Did you know they all are swingers? Did you know they have sex with each other? Liz told me the women even do it together." Sam just nodded. "How did you know? Why didn't you tell me, Sam?" "Hold on, Jo. I just learned about it today. The other guys told me while you were shopping." "How do you feel about it? Is it something you would want to do?" "No, I don't think so, Jo. It isn't something I've ever considered." Joanne nodded, feeling relieved her husband didn't want to have sex with another woman. She cuddled against him, feeling his strong arms tighten their grip around her. "Joanne, about last night. Why?" "What do you mean, Sam?" Joanne knew what he meant, but she was afraid to ask. She was afraid he would think she was nasty or something. "Why, after all this time, did you allow me to go down on you? Why didn't you ever let me do it before?" "I don't know, Sam. There was something different last night. I don't know if it was because of the pool and seeing the others or if it was something completely different. When we started to-you know, I just got so turned on I didn't think. When you did it, it was too late, I couldn't have stopped you if I wanted to." Joanne took a deep breath. "I don't know how to say this, Sam, but I really enjoyed it. I just hope you don't think I'm weird or anything." "Weird? Why in the world would I think that about you, Jo?" "Because of what I let you do-because I liked, no, because I loved it. It's just so nasty." Sam pulled back and looked into his wife's eyes. "Nasty! How can you say that, Jo? It was wonderful. I only hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." "You liked doing it to me? I thought that it would put you off. I thought…" "Jo, just stop! I did it because I wanted to. I've always wanted to. When you didn't stop me, I just went for it. I want to tell you it turned me on more than I could have ever imagined." "Really? It wasn't nasty? You really liked it?" "Oh yeah, I really liked it, in fact I loved it and hope that someday you'll let me do it again." Joanne chuckled and then laughed. She kissed Sam on the lips and snuggled against him. "Now how can I deny allowing you to do something you seem to like so much?" Sam joined his wife's laughter and shook his head. "I think I'll make you ask for it next time. Maybe I'll make you beg." A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Joanne called out for whoever was there to come in. Liz opened the door and told Joanne and Sam dinner was ready. Before leaving, Liz winked at Joanne. The families sat around the large table and ate the standing rib roast Rosa had prepared. They talked amongst themselves, discussing the night ahead. When asked, the teens told their parents they planned to go swimming. After dinner, the adults went to their rooms to get ready. The women all met in the master bedroom, bringing their new outfits and makeup bags. When Don asked where he was supposed to get ready, Marge told him to use Marc and Anne's room. She handed Don the outfit she wanted him to wear and told him to leave. "We want to surprise you guys tonight," Marge said as she closed the door. In the large room, the women began to undress. Joanne was a bit embarrassed, but finally joined the others in removing her clothes. Marge and Anne went into the bathroom and Anne started the shower. The two women stepped into the glass enclosure and began to wash each other. The door to the bathroom was left open and Joanne could see into the shower. She watched as Marge rubbed her soapy hands over Anne's breasts and then moved them closer. When Marge pressed her soapy naked body against Anne's and wiggled against her, Joanne gasped. Liz put her hand on Joanne's shoulder and turned her around. "Want to shower with me, Jo?" Joanne glanced back into the bathroom and saw Marge shampooing Anne's hair. She looked at Liz and shrugged her shoulders. Dianne offered to shower with Liz and Liz shocked Joanne with her answer. "The shower is large enough for all three of us," Liz said. "We can all shower together. It will be fun." "The last time I was in a shower with anyone else was in high school," Joanne said not mentioning the shower she took with her husband that morning. "Come on, Joanne, it'll be fun," Dianne said. "You might even like it." Marge and Anne finished in the shower. They got out, leaving the shower running. "Who's next?" Marge called from the bathroom. Liz and Dianne both looked at Joanne. After thinking about it for a moment, Joanne shook her head. "I'm sorry, I just can't." "Okay, Jo. Maybe some other time," Liz said. Joanne nodded and watched as Liz and Dianne went into the bathroom and got into the shower. Just like Marge and Anne had done, the two women began to wash one another. Joanne tried not to watch, but she couldn't keep from glancing into the bathroom. Marge and Anne were in front of sink, fixing their hair. Joanne realized no one was paying any attention to her and she relaxed. She sat on the bed in her bra and panties and waited for Liz and Dianne to finish. Once the shower was free, Joanne removed the rest of her clothes and went into the bathroom. While she worked shampoo into her hair, Joanne watched the other women getting ready and playing around. They touched one another's breasts and crotches as they dried and fixed their hair. Joanne turned her back to what was going on and continued to wash, trying to put the activities out of her mind. When she was finished, Joanne turned off the shower and opened the door. She hesitated before stepping out of the stall and grabbing a towel. As Joanne dried herself, Liz turned to her and pointed at her crotch. "You need to give that thing a trim, Jo. Your new panties will look like they have a beard," Liz said. Joanne glanced at the thick mat of pubic hair on her mons and nodded. "I've never done that before; you know, shaved my pubic hair." Liz nodded and Dianne pulled a pair of scissors out of her makeup bag. She opened and closed the scissors a few times, chuckled and said, "What you need is a pussy barber. I'll help you if you'd like." Joanne blushed and nodded. Dianne told her to sit on the toilet and open her legs. Following Dianne's commands, Joanne sat down and parted her legs a few inches. Dianne shook her head and placed her hands on Joanne's knees, pushing her legs open even further. Kneeling on the floor, Dianne began to clip the curly hairs from Joanne's mons. "What will it be, Joanne; a thin strip, a small triangle or something else?" Dianne asked. Blushing down to her breasts, Joanne shrugged her shoulders. Dianne told the other women to turn around and show Joanne how they trimmed their pubic hair. Joanne couldn't believe she was sitting and staring at the women. She noticed that Marge's pubic hair was a thin strip about an inch long and said, "I want it like Marge's." Dianne nodded and went back to work. Once she was finished with the scissors, she used a washcloth to wet what was left. When she felt Dianne's hand between her legs, Joanne just closed her eyes. Dianne applied shaving gel to Joanne's sex and used her hand to work up a lather with the slippery substance. Joanne held her breath as Dianne rubbed her vulva, only breathing when the hand pulled away. Keeping her eyes closed, Joanne flinched when she felt the razor against her skin. Dianne cautioned her to hold still and began to scrape away the hair. Once the front of her mons was shaved, Dianne told Joanne to stand and put one foot on the toilet. Joanne complied, feeling strange to be standing the way she was. She opened her eyes and looked around, noticing no one was paying any attention to what Dianne was doing. Joanne felt herself getting a little excited as Dianne pulled her labia with her fingers and continued to pull the razor over her skin. When she was finished, Dianne wiped away the remainder of the gel with a warm washcloth. After applying some lotion to her crotch, Dianne picked up a mirror and held it so Joanne could see herself. Taking the handheld mirror from Dianne, Joanne shifted it around so she could see better. She began to chuckle as she looked at her almost hairless crotch and shook her head. "What's the matter, Joanne?" Dianne said. "Don't you like it?" "I like it, Dianne; it just looks a little strange. I've had hair down there ever since I was about twelve and now…" Joanne said. "I think it looks good," Liz said and then she leaned close to Joanne. "Good enough to eat." Joanne pulled back and blushed. She stared at Liz and began to smile when Liz laughed. Moving in front of the mirror, Joanne began to dry and style her hair. She watched the reflection of the other women as they applied their makeup. Once her hair was finished, Joanne put on her makeup. The group moved from the bathroom to the bedroom and began to remove their new items from the bags. After removing the tags, the women began putting on the new underwear they purchased. Joanne pulled on the very sheer red thong she selected and looked at herself in the mirror. "I always thought bikini panties were a bit racy, but these things are almost like being naked." Turning around, Joanne looked at the reflection of her bottom and tugged at the thin band of silk that went between her cheeks. She made sure the back was straight and turned around. "They look great on you, Joanne," Marge said as she pulled at her white lace thong. "I wish my ass looked as good as yours." Liz playfully smacked Marge's butt and grinned. "You have a very sexy ass, Marge." As they dressed, Joanne imagined that what was happening was what most girls did when in high school. Because of her upbringing, she never participated in activities like that. The more she was around the other women, the more comfortable she became. By the time she was pulling her short tight cocktail dress over her head, Joanne was laughing along with the others. Once they were all dressed, they put on the jewelry they were going to wear and stood together, looking at one another. "We look good enough to eat," Anne said. Joanne giggled like a schoolgirl and said softly, "I hope so." She covered her mouth with her hands and shook her head. "I can't believe I said that!" "Why not, being eaten is a wonderful thing," Dianne said. "If we had time, I'd eat you myself." Even with her makeup on, everyone could see Joanne blushing. After the laughter subsided, Marge walked toward the door. "Well, girls, let's go show the guys what they spent all that money on," Marge said. As they left the room, Joanne whispered to Liz. "You know what, Liz? I never owned a dress that cost as much as my underwear did. The dress I have on is worth more than any three I have at home." "Trust me, Jo, when Sam sees you, it won't matter what you paid for them," Liz said. "If he complains, just use your sexy little body to take his mind off the cost." The two women followed Marge, Anne and Dianne down the hallway. Before they went into the living room, they all stood close so they could make an entrance. Even Joanne pushed her shoulders back and her breasts out as they walked into the room. The men were sitting on the couches when the women came into the room. When the men noticed the women, a series of wolf whistles filled the room. Don and Marc got up and went over to Marge and Anne. They watched as their wives turned around and showed them their dresses. Jerry and Bob also got up and went to their wives. Joanne stood alone in the center of the room, staring at Sam. Sam sat on the couch, unable to move or speak. Joanne took a couple of steps in his direction and Sam stood up. "Do you like it?" Joanne asked in a whisper. Sam managed a nod and then took a step towards her. "My God, Jo, you look fantastic!" "Thank you," Joanne replied still whispering, "I hope you're not mad because of what I spent." Without even knowing what the dress cost, Sam shook his head. "It doesn't matter. Damn you're sexy." Joanne moved closer and put her arms around her husband's waist. She stood on her toes and kissed him. Sam's hands went behind her, covered her butt and pulled her close. He gripped her bottom, tipped his head down and whispered in her ear, "Are you wearing panties?" Pushing his hands away, Joanne moved back and smiled. "You'll just have to wait and see, Sam." She chuckled and turned around to walk over to Liz. Sam watched her butt move as she walked in her high heels. When Joanne got to Liz, she glanced back and winked at her husband. Don and Marc took drink orders, telling everyone they had time for one before they had to leave. When Marge asked where the kids were, Don pointed toward the pool. When the limousine arrived, Don yelled out the back door, telling the kids the adults were leaving. Tom shouted back, telling him to have a good time. The group of adults went out the front door and got into the large black limousine while the driver held the door. Once everyone was in the car, the driver closed the door and got in behind the wheel. In the back of the limo, the men sat next to their wives. They joked and laughed as the driver headed toward the club where they would spend the evening drinking champagne and dancing. ______________________________________________________________________ "Hey Megan, come over here and give me a kiss," Jack said as he walked over to the steps in the shallow end of the pool. All of the teens were in the water and splashing one another. As usual, they were naked. Kim and Paul stood close to Sally and Brad, slapping their hands against the water to splash each other. After about a half hour of play, they all began to get out of the pool and relax in the lounges at the side of the pool. "So, what are you guys going to name the yacht," Lisa asked. "I don't know. Do you have any ideas?" Tom replied. Lisa shook her head. "How about 'Precious'?" Brad said. "I think you guys should call it 'Quickies R Us'?" Paul said and then laughed. "Don't be silly, Paul," Kim said. "We have to think of a name for the yacht." "Okay, I'm sorry," Paul said. "What do you want the name to say about the boat or about you guys?" "I haven't thought about it," Jack said. "It's a good question. Our yacht's name should have meaning to us." "You could call it 'Tomiko'," Megan said. "It means 'child of wealth' in Japanese." "Don't you think that would be a little too pompous?" Tom said. "No, not really. Most people won't know what it means and those that do-oh well. Besides, you guys are children of wealth," Megan said. "I don't mean it in a bad way. You guys are the most generous, loving people I've ever met and you all mean the world to me." "I think it's a good name, Megan. Better than what Paul suggested." Kim glanced at Paul, cocked her head and stuck out her tongue. "I think it would be neat to have it on the back of the yacht in both English and Japanese." "English for sure, but I don't know about Japanese," Sally said. "If you name it Tomiko, you could have the hands dress in kimonos," Brad said. "You are such a twit, Bradley," Lisa said. "What? Don't you like kimonos? I think they're sexy," Brad replied. "So do I, but not on the staff of a yacht. The customers, maybe, but not the help," Lisa said. "Lisa, that's a great idea. We could have kimonos for the guests, well, at least the women," Tom said. "We could have them embroidered with the yacht name." "You guys could decorate the staterooms in a Japanese motif. There are a lot of things you can do with that style," Megan said. Kim smiled and said, "I think it's a great idea. How about the rest of you?" Tom, Jack and Sally all nodded their heads. "I like the idea too," Sally said. "I think we should run it by Jeri, she may have some ideas too," Tom told the group. "I was reading that on a yacht, you don't register it like you do a smaller boat, you document it or something like that. There may be restrictions about what you can name it." "That's a good point, Tom. Jeri and April are coming over tomorrow, we can ask them then," Jack said. "What are we going to do to ring in the New Year?" Megan asked. "I'd like to listen to some music and dance," Kim said. "That sounds fun, I'd like to dance too-among other things," Lisa said as she grinned at Tom. "Cool, let's go get dressed and have a party," Megan said. "Why get dressed?" Jack asked. Megan giggled and replied, "So you can undress me." Jack laughed and got up. The rest of the group also got out of the lounges and headed toward the house. Once inside, the teens went to their rooms to shower and get dressed. Kim grabbed the outfit she wanted to wear and went to Sally's room. She asked Brad to leave them so they could change. Brad protested, but Sally told him she wanted to surprise him and he agreed. After grabbing his clothes, Brad left to get ready with his brother. Sally went into the bathroom and started the shower. Kim joined her and the two girls began shampooing each other's hair. "I'm really geeked about the yacht, Kim. I think we're going to have so much fun," Sally said as she worked the shampoo into Kim's hair. "Me too. You know what? When we come down here to check on the boat, it's going to be just the four of us, you, me and our brothers." "I wonder how long it will be before we can stay in the new house, Kim. I can't wait to see it. From what our parents said, it's really nice." Sally moved Kim under the spray and rinsed her hair. Once the suds were gone, Kim turned around and faced her cousin. She applied some shampoo to Sally's hair and worked up a lather. The suds began to cascade down Sally's breasts and Kim used her hands to smooth the shampoo over her chest. Sally leaned into Kim's hands and smiled. "If you keep that up, I'm going to attack you, Kim." Kim squeezed her breasts and said, "Promises, promises." She grinned and tweaked Sally's nipples before removing her hands. "Do you think our brothers will want to sleep with us when we come down here?" "Duh-what do you think?" "I know, but they are in love with Lisa and Megan. Maybe they won't want to." Sally gave Kim a hug and then said, "They love Megan and Lisa, but I think they love us more. I have an idea that when we get them alone, we'll be able to make love with them anytime we want to." Kim nodded and hoped her cousin was right about her brother. She had been thinking about Jack a lot lately and even dreamed about living with him as his wife. Kim and Sally washed each other and then got out of the shower. Even though Sally tried to play around, Kim's thoughts were elsewhere. After fixing their hair, the two cousins began to get dressed. Kim put on a matching bra and panty set and then a short dress. Sally didn't bother with a bra and wore a halter-top sundress. Once they were dressed, they went to the living room. Tom and Jack were sitting across from one another on couches, talking about the yacht. When Kim and Sally came into the room, they both whistled at their sisters. Kim went over to Jack, leaned down and gave him a kiss. He smiled and winked at his sister. "Where are Megan and Lisa?" Kim asked as she leaned over and rested her hands on Jacks knees. The top of her dress gapped and gave her brother a clear view of her bra-encased breasts. "I guess they're still getting dressed," Jack said. Kim noticed her brother was staring down the top of her dress and giggled. She wiggled her shoulders, teasing him, before standing up. Looking into Jack's eyes, Kim winked at him. "You know, in a couple of weeks the four of us will be back down here to check on our new yacht," Kim said. Jack nodded. "I know; I can't wait. Do you think Mom and Dad would be upset if all of us stayed in one room?" A big grin grew on Kim's face. Her brother couldn't have said anything sweeter to her. The thought of sleeping with Jack in the same bed made her vagina tingle. Kim leaned close to her brother and gave him another kiss. When their lips met, they opened their mouths and began pushing their tongues together. Kim pulled back and smiled. "I don't care if they get pissed, Jack. I want to sleep with you," Kim told him. Sally heard Kim and Jack talking, looked around to be sure they were still alone and said, "I think it will be a blast spending a weekend together. It seems like it's been a long time since we've been alone together." Tom chuckled and said, "I'm looking forward to it too; I just hope Jack doesn't hog the blankets." Sally smacked her brother on his arm and said, "You ass! What makes you think you're going to be sharing a bed with Jack?" Sally leaned close to Tom and whispered. "When I get finished with you, you won't be able to walk." Tom put his hand on Sally's bottom, gave her a squeeze and grinned. "Is my little sister telling me she wants to screw my brains out?" Sally reached between his legs, rubbed his penis and giggled. "What brains? I going to screw you until your dick falls off." Kim heard what Sally told Tom and laughed. "What will you do then, Sally?" Sally laughed and replied, "I'll just have to screw Jack." "No way, he's all mine-at least when we come back down here," Kim said. Brad and Paul came into the room, causing Jack, Tom, Kim and Sally to stop their kibitzing. The twins sat on the couches and glanced at the others, wondering what they were laughing about. Kim went to Paul, sat on his lap and kissed his cheek. Brad reached for Sally's hand and pulled her onto the couch next to him. Lisa and Megan came in and sat with Tom and Jack. Like Kim and Sally, they were wearing short dresses and had their hair done. Lisa and Megan had put on makeup and looked very cute. "Let's put on some music, I want to dance," Lisa said. Tom went over to the stereo, selected a few CDs and put them in the player. When the music began, he took Lisa into his arms and started to dance with her. Kim and Paul were next to get up and start dancing. After a few moments, Jack, Megan, Brad and Sally joined the others. While they danced, Paul moved his hands down to Kim's butt and held her close to him. She put her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. When the song ended, another slow song began and the teens continued to dance. A fast song came on and the teens moved apart to dance to the music. Sally spun around, causing her dress to flair and got a whistle from Brad. The group danced, talked and drank sodas until it was almost midnight. Jack went out to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of champagne and fluted glasses. He popped the cork out of the bottle and poured equal amounts of the bubbly liquid into the glasses. Tom turned on the television and changed the channel until he found the station that was showing Times Square in New York. Jack passed the champagne out and the teens waited for the large crystal ball to fall and signal the New Year. As the large ball made its descent, the teens counted backwards. When the ball reached the bottom, the all yelled, "Happy New Year" and toasted with the bubbly wine. After draining their glasses, the teens went from one to another, kissing and shaking hands. Jack went out to the kitchen, got another bottle of champagne and refilled everyone's glass. They sat on the couches, sipped the champagne and watched the festivities on television. "Dad said we could open two bottles of champagne to celebrate the New Year," Jack said. "I didn't want you guys to think we were doing something wrong." "That's really cool," Sally said. "Well, here's to a new year and good things to come," Brad said as he held his glass up. The rest of the teens raised their glasses and joined Brad in his toast. "I think it's going to be a great year," Lisa said. "Mom and Dad are as happy as I've ever seen them." Paul looked at Kim and then at the rest of the group. He tried to smile, but his eyes began to water. "What your parents did for our family is unbelievable. Dad hasn't stopped talking about the golf course or the things he wants to do. Lisa, Brad and I talked about it and we are going to do everything we can to help Dad and Mom's dream come true. We know it will be a lot of work, but we think it's worth it." Kim, Sally, Tom, Jack and Megan sat quietly, listening to Lisa and her brothers talk about how grateful they were. They told their friends how much they were looking forward to helping their father make the new venture a success. "All of us feel very lucky to have you guys as our friends," Paul said. "Who would have thought that going to a dance would turn out like it has?" Lisa put her hand on Tom's leg and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I think we've all gained a lot. Not only have we met new friends we have great lovers too. The time I've spent with all of you has been the best in my life." "We feel lucky too," Tom said. "Good friends are hard to come by and having you guys is wonderful. We've all learned a lot so far and we have a lot more to learn. I hope we can stay close once we all get busy with our new businesses." Brad smiled and said, "So do I, Tom. Dad will keep the three of us busy, but I'm sure we'll find time to be together. You guys should learn to play golf so we have something else we can all do as a group." "I'd like to learn to play. I agree that we should all try to stay close. Having the new yacht will keep us busy, but we can make time for other things." Jack put his arm around Megan and pulled her closer to him. "Megan here is going to be tied up with college-I hope she'll have time for me." Megan giggled and nudged Jack. "Maybe you'll have to tie me up too, Jack." She moved her mouth to his ear and whispered, "Would you like that?" Jack nodded and grinned. Kim shifted in her seat and watched the display of affection. She thought about the time she and her brother would be spending together and smiled. The pangs of jealousy that she was feeling began to subside and be replaced with excitement. When Jack kissed Megan, the jealousy came back. Kim got up, took Paul's hand and pulled him to his feet. She looked at the rest of the group and then locked eyes with her brother. "We're going to bed. I haven't been fucked yet this year and it's time. Goodnight guys, see you in the morning." Paul barely had time to say goodnight and wish everyone happy New Year again before Kim was tugging him towards the bedrooms. Once they were out of the living room, she put her arm around Paul's waist and pushed him along. When Kim and Paul got into the bedroom, she began to undress. "Get naked, Paul," Kim said as she pushed her panties down her legs and kicked them aside. Kim pulled back the covers, jumped into the middle of the bed and waited for Paul to join her. Once he was as naked as she was, Paul got into bed next to her. Paul started to kiss Kim and rub her breasts. She kissed him back, but not with much enthusiasm. After several minutes of kissing, Kim began to push Paul down. When he began to kiss and suck her breasts, Kim closed her eyes and held his head to her chest. Paul was on top of Kim and his stomach was against her mons. Kim wiggled against him and felt herself getting wet. "Eat my pussy, Paul," Kim said, her voice monotone. Paul slid lower and buried his face between Kim's splayed legs. As his tongue began to probe her, Kim bent her knees and wiggled against his face. She closed her eyes and tried to get into the feeling, but her mind was on Jack. Paul pushed a finger into her vagina and moved it in and out as he nibbled on Kim's clit. While Paul munched on her sex, Kim couldn't get the thought of her brother out of her head. She tried to concentrate on what Paul was doing, but her jealousy was stronger than her lust. Paul on the other hand was doing his best to bring her to an orgasm. Kim didn't know why she felt the way she did. She knew Jack and Megan had strong feelings for one another. Kim also knew that there was little she could do to separate them, even if she really wanted to. Moving her hands to her breasts, Kim pinched her nipples and tried to use the sharp pain to clear her head. Paul added a second finger to Kim's vagina and took her clit between his lips. He sucked it and tapped at the nub with his tongue, trying to get Kim to respond. Kim's sexual excitement began to win over the feeling of jealousy and she started to buck her hips into Paul's hand and mouth. It wasn't until Paul pulled his fingers out of her vagina and began pushing against her anus that Kim was able to stop thinking about Jack and Megan. Paul penetrated her with one finger and pushed it into her rectum. Kim let out a throaty moan and clamped her sphincter around the invading digit. Paul continued to push into her anus until his finger was in as far as it could go. Kim reached down, grabbed the back of Paul's head and pulled him to her crotch. Paul moved his finger in her bottom a few times and then backed it out. "Put it back, Paul." Paul pushed two fingers into Kim's rectum and she let out a squeal. He began to pump his fingers in her and she relaxed so she could enjoy the feeling. After a few minutes, Paul removed his fingers and moved up her body. He positioned his penis at the opening of her vagina and pushed until he was fully embedded in her. Kim grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled back as Paul began to move. "Oh yes, Paul, that feels so good," Kim said between throaty moans. "Fuck me hard, like you've never fucked me before!" Paul began to pound in and out of Kim as she moved her head from side to side on the bed. Each time he thrust into her, she pulled back on her legs. Kim felt an orgasm building deep in her belly and her moans turned into a growl. Pulling her legs back as far as she could, Kim hooked them over Paul's shoulders. She tilted her hips up to meet his thrusts and exhaled each time he pushed all the way into her. Kim moved one hand down her belly and found her clit with her fingertips. As Paul continued to pound her, she rubbed her clit. "Oh, God, that's good. Paul, put your cock in my ass! I want to feel you in my asshole, I want you to fuck my ass!" Kim's words were almost incoherent, but Paul was able to understand what she asked him to do. He pulled back until his penis exited her vagina and grabbed it. Paul pressed his penis against Kim's anus and she groaned as it slid through her tight ring of muscle. Kim's fingers scrapped his sides as she tried to get him deeper in her bowels. While Paul slid his member in and out of her rectum, Kim repeated his name. Paul felt his climax building and announced that he was going to cum. He pushed into her as far as he could and exploded. Kim jerked beneath Paul, trying to get him to start moving again. Paul tried, but his penis softened and finally pulled out. Paul rolled away and lay on his back next to Kim. She felt unsatisfied and needed to have her own orgasm. While Paul recovered, Kim began to rub herself. She groaned as she felt a small orgasm, but wanted more. With her fingers buried in her vagina, Kim began to think about Jack again. Kim removed her hand, sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stood up, turned around and reached for Paul's hand. "Come with me, Paul. We need to clean up." Paul got up and followed Kim into the bathroom. They climbed into the shower and began to wash. Kim took her soapy hands and started to rub Paul's penis, feeling it grow. Once she had it clean, Kim released his member and washed herself while Paul watched. Finished in the shower, they got out and dried off. "Kim, what's wrong?" Paul asked. "What do you mean, Paul?" "I've never seen you act like this. You seem mad or something. Why do I feel like you just used me?" Kim realized she did use Paul. She thought that if she had sex, just sex, with him, she would be getting even with her brother for loving Megan. Kim began to cry, hugged Paul and felt his hands go around her. "I'm sorry, Paul. I didn't mean to act that way. It's just that something is bothering me and I tried to forget about it." Paul kissed the top of her head and held her tight as she sobbed softly. He started to stroke her wet hair and felt her body quiver in his arms. After a few minutes, Kim settled down and they went back to the bedroom. Paul picked Kim up and gently placed her on the mattress before climbing in next to her. He took Kim back into his arms and held her. Kim squirmed in Paul's arms, trying to get closer to him. He kissed her cheek and moved his hand up and down her back. Moving her hand between them, Kim found his penis and began to fondle it. "Do you want me to fuck you again, Kim?" Kim moved so her face was even with Paul's. She pressed her lips to his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. After a moment, Kim broke the kiss and looked into Paul's eyes. "No, I want you to make love with me." Paul smiled and they began to kiss again. Kim continued to stroke his penis as their kissing grew in passion. Moving her lips from his, Kim started to kiss Paul's chin and moved to his neck. When she began kissing and licking his chest, she looked up and smiled at him. "I'll be right back, sweetie. I feel a hard cock against my tummy that I think wants to be sucked. Is it okay if I do that, suck your cock for a few minutes?" "Yes." Paul said as he exhaled in anticipation of what was to come. Kim twisted around so her head was resting on Paul's stomach. She wrapped her hand around his penis and lifted it so it stood straight up. Pursing her lips, Kim blew a stream of warm air at his member and felt it twitch in her hand. Sliding her head down a bit, she pulled his penis down and kissed the very tip. Kim extended her tongue and swirled it around the head, lapping at the ridge that separated the bulb from the throbbing shaft. Moving again so Paul could watch her, Kim wet his member with her tongue. She rubbed it against her face and kissed his penis from the base to the tip. Paul bucked his hips when Kim took his penis between her lips, but she quickly pulled away. Kim shifted around, knelt between Paul's legs and starred into his eyes as she made love to his manhood. Kim spent the better part of a half hour kissing and licking Paul's penis before she finally took him into her mouth. With her eyes locked with his, Kim slowly lowered her mouth until Paul's entire member was in her mouth and throat. She held him deep in her mouth until she had to breathe. She lifted her head, opened her mouth and sucked in a deep breath. Opening her mouth again, Kim covered Paul's penis and lowered her head until his pubic hair was tickling her nose. She clamped her lips around his shaft and slowly pulled up until only Paul's bulbous head was in her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the ridge, opened her mouth and lowered her head again. Kim repeated the process and Paul began to moan. He warned her he was going to cum, but she kept it up. When his penis began to jerk against her tongue, Kim held half of his member in her mouth and waited for his semen. She wrapped her hand around the shaft below her lips and stroked him until the first surge of cum coated her tongue. Her eyes were still locked with Paul's as his penis shot several strong surges of semen into her mouth. Paul's penis stopped throbbing and Kim swirled the mouthful of semen around his shaft and the head of his member. A low continuous groan came from Paul's throat as Kim kept her tongue moving. When Paul started to become flaccid in her mouth, Kim swallowed and pulled her mouth off his penis. She used her tongue and lips to collect the last drops of his cum and then swallowed again. Licking her lips, Kim moved up and lay next to Paul. She put her arm over his heaving chest and kissed his neck. "I hope that makes up for the way I acted earlier, Paul." "You don't have to try to make up for anything. What we did was fun, but very different from what we'd done before. The blowjob was the best I've ever had. Do you still want to make love?" "Maybe after we rest. I just want you to hold me for a while-if that's okay." Paul answered by wrapping her up in his arms and pulling Kim tight to him. They shared a long wet kiss and then snuggled together. As they drifted to sleep, a limousine pulled up in front of the house.