The five couples waited for the driver to open the backdoor of the
limousine so they could get out and go into the house.  All of them
had a good time at the trendy club and spent the night dancing,
eating hors d'oeuvres and drinking champagne.  The music in the club
was loud and not conducive to conversation so the group didn't have
the opportunity to talk amongst themselves.  While none of them were
the least bit drunk, they all were enjoying a glow.

Once they were out of the limo and Don had paid the driver, they
went into the house.  The moment the women got into the living room,
they all took off their high-heels.  Marge sat on a couch, pulled her
right foot up and rested it on her left knee.

"It sure feels good to get those shoes off."  Marge rubbed her
stocking covered foot.

Anne sat next to Marge, put her feet up on the large wooden coffee
table and leaned back.  Liz and Joanne sat across from Anne and
Marge.  Joanne crossed her legs lady like and pulled her dress down
as far as it would go, tucking it under her legs at the sides.

Dianne sat on a third couch and pulled her feet onto the cushion. 
"That was great.  I can't remember the last time I danced so much." 
Dianne glanced at Marge.  "Don is certainly a good dancer, isn't he,
Marge?"

"Yes, he can hold his own on a dance floor," Marge replied.

Dianne laughed and said, "That's not all he held tonight, he
couldn't seem to keep his hands off my ass."

"You too?  He did the same thing to me," Anne said.  "I think my
brother has some kind of ass fetish."

"When I danced with Don, he was a perfect gentleman," Joanne said.

Liz put her hand on Joanne's leg and patted her knee lightly. 
"Don't take it the wrong way, Jo.  Don is a gentleman and would never
do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.  I know he would have
been grabbing your cute butt if he thought it wouldn't offend you."

Joanne nodded.  While she appreciated Don's consideration, she also
felt a little left out.  While she danced with her husband, Sam's
hands rubbed her bottom several times and instead of being upset,
Joanne enjoyed it.

"Who would like a glass of bubbly?" Don asked.  "I have some Cristal
on ice."

Don didn't wait for an answer, he grabbed Sam's arm and asked him to
help.  Don and Sam went into the kitchen to get glasses and a couple
bottles of champagne.

"Is Joanne having a good time?" Don asked Sam once they were in the
kitchen.

"Yes.  I don't know if she'll ever get used to all of you, but she's
hanging in there.  Joanne and I haven't ever been in this kind of
situation, Don.  It's a bit unnerving for both of us."

Don chuckled.  "Well, I hope we don't put you two off too much.  We
all get a little carried away at times."  Don took the champagne out
of the refrigerator and placed the two bottles on the counter. 
"Look, Sam, things may get a bit racy tonight.  We all enjoy kidding
around and-well, let's just say that the things that may happen might
make you and Joanne uncomfortable.

"I noticed how she reacted at the pool and I don't want to upset
her, or you.  If we start to get to be too much, just take her to
your room.  No one wants either of you to feel like you're not
wanted, but we all understand our lifestyle isn't for everyone."

"Thanks, Don; I'll keep that in mind."  Sam placed ten glasses on a
tray and arranged them so they would be easy to carry without falling
off.  "Do you mind if I ask you a question, a personal question?"

"Ask away, Sam."

"Joanne was talking to Liz and she told me you guys have sex with
one another."  Don grinned and nodded.  "Don't you get jealous when
Marge is messing around with another man?"

"To be perfectly honest, I get turned on when she does.  When we
fool around, that's all it is.  Sure, we have sex and all, but it's
just sex-sex for fun.  I love my wife more than anything in the world
and I believe she feels the same about me.  I know Anne and Marc feel
the same way.

"I'm not worried about losing my wife or about Marge having an
affair.  Our swinging keeps us all satisfied and quells any desire to
stray.  Like most men, I think about other women, but I only act on
those feelings when we're within our group.

"At first, it was just Marc, Anne, Marge and I.  We all started when
we were very young and just continued when we got older.  After we
came into the money, we met Jerry and Liz.  They joined in and
introduced us to Bob and Dianne.  That's our group, Sam.  We don't go
to swinger parties or have wild parties with anyone else."

Sam nodded and shifted his feet.  "I don't know what's come over Jo,
but the other night we had the best sex we've ever had.  She let me
do things we've never done in the past."

"Just enjoy it and don't ask questions.  I have a feeling the girls
have been talking to Joanne and telling her about some of the things
we've all done together.  While she may never join in, I'm sure
hearing about it makes her think.  Let's get this champagne out to
the others before it starts getting warm.  If you want to talk later,
we will.

"Remember, no one is going to think anything about it if you and
your wife leave suddenly."

"Thanks, Don."

Sam picked up the tray of glasses and followed Don back to the
living room.  Don put one of the bottles on the coffee table and
opened the other.  Sam placed the glasses on the table and Don filled
them before anyone could protest.  Once the glasses were filled, Don
and Sam passed them out.

Marc had turned on the stereo and soft slow music filled the room. 
Once everyone had a glass of champagne, Don sat next to his wife. 
Sam handed Dianne her glass and glanced at his wife.  She smiled at
him and took a sip from her glass.  Sam went to the couch Joanne was
sitting on and sat next to her.

Marge had switched feet and was now massaging her left foot.  From
where they were sitting, Sam and Joanne had a clear view under
Marge's dress.  When his wife noticed he was looking at Marge, Joanne
nudged Sam.  He glanced at Joanne and she raised her eyebrows.

After a few moments, Don stood up and moved to the open end of the
horseshoe the three couches formed.  He held his glass up and cleared
his throat.

"I'd like to propose a toast.  First of all, I want to welcome
Joanne and Sam to our small group.  I know we're probably shocking
the shit out of them, but-oh well."  Everyone chuckled and looked at
Joanne and Sam.

"To say the least," Joanne muttered.

"I want to toast new friends and old.  We have had a good time since
we all got together and I'm sure we're all looking to the future. 
Bob and Dianne, best of luck with the golf course.  Sam and Joanne,
welcome.  I hope Sam will continue to take such good care of our
finances.  To Jerry and Liz, I want to say thanks for the friendship
and advice.

"Marc and Anne-what can I say?  You guys know how much I love you
two."  Don looked into Marge's eyes and smiled.  "To my wife, friend
and lover; the very best in the New Year.  May the rest of our lives
be as much fun as the past.

"I also want to mention how much I've learned in the past months. 
One of the things very important to me is the wonderful open
relationship we've all developed.  One of the greatest things we have
all enjoyed is our children and watching them grow.  We cut the cord
and let them soar.  While most people wouldn't understand our
feelings, all of us know that creating an atmosphere that promoted
honesty has proved to be the right choice."

Don raised his glass higher.  "So here's to us, all of us.  May our
futures be fruitful, may our health be well and may we always love
and understand one another.  Happy New Year!"

Everyone stood up, moved closer together and clinked their glasses. 
They drank some of the champagne and then sat back down.  The group
began talking about the night at the club, each of them giving their
opinion of the festivities.  Marge and Liz exchanged comments about
some of the outfits some of the women wore to the club.

While they chatted, Joanne slipped her hand between the cushions of
the couch and pulled out a hot pink thong.  She held it up and said,
"I think someone lost something."

Liz looked at the tiny garment and laughed.  "I think that belongs
to Megan.  I seem to remember seeing them in the wash."

"Looks like the kids had some fun tonight," Marge said.  "Maybe I
should go check on them."

"I'll go with you," Anne said as she stood up.

Marge and Anne left the room.  Joanne got up and told Sam she had to
use the bathroom.  Liz heard Joanne and went with her.

When they entered the bathroom off the living room, Liz closed the
door.

"Are you okay, Jo?" Liz asked.

"Yeah, I'm just fine, Liz."  Joanne stood in front of the toilet,
pulled up her dress and held it under her chin.  Liz watched as
Joanne struggled with her garter and French cut panties.

"You should put your panties on after the garter, Joanne.  It makes
it a lot easier to pee."  Liz lifted her dress and showed Joanne want
she was talking about.

"That makes sense, Liz.  I've never worn stockings before, I've
always worn pantyhose."

"I used to wear pantyhose, but not any more.  Ever since Jerry and I
started to discover ourselves, I've been wearing stockings."  Liz
chuckled.  "Sometimes, I don't wear any panties with them.  Jerry
goes nuts when I flash him at the office."

"You go to work without panties?"  Joanne sat on the toilet and
removed her panties so she could put them on over the garter belt.

"I sure do.  Sometimes, I close and lock his office door and get
frisky with him.  I love to tease him and then leave.  If I don't let
him cum, he screws my brains out when we get home."

"At the office?"  Joanne's voice was filled with disbelief.  "Oh my
God, do you ever-you know?"

Joanne got up and Liz took her place.

"Oh yeah, all the time.  Ever since the night at Don and Marge's
I've done things I would have never dreamed of.  I love to go into
his office and give him a blowjob or sit on his desk and let him fuck
me.  One night I went down on him while he was driving.  We pulled
over and went at it like a couple of teenagers."

Joanne shook her head.  While what Liz was telling her shocked her,
Joanne was feeling a little turned on by the stories.  She thought
about when she was dating Sam and how their activities in a car were
limited to kissing and some petting.  The idea of Liz doing what she
described was almost incomprehensible.

"I could never do anything like that in public, Liz.  Weren't you
afraid you'd be caught?"

"What could happen?  If the cops pulled up, we'd just tell them
we're married.  They might write us a ticket for indecent exposure or
something, but what the hell, Jerry's an attorney."

"Liz, are you guys going to have an orgy tonight?" Joanne asked
bluntly.

Liz laughed and then covered her mouth.  She got up from the toilet,
fixed her panties and smoothed her dress.  After washing her hands,
Liz stood in front of Joanne, only inches away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh.  It's just that I've never
thought about it like that, as an orgy.  Jo, we just have fun and the
fun includes sex sometimes.  It's not what I'd call an orgy, at least
not most of the time."

"Doesn't it bother you when Jerry does it with another woman?"

"No, not anymore than it bothers him when I do.  We talked about it
and came to an agreement.  Jo, no one expects you to do anything."

"I know, thanks.  Liz, what's it like to give a man oral sex?  I've
never really thought about it before."

"It shocked me the first time, but the look on Jerry's face made it
all worth it.  There was a look in his eyes that I'd never seen
before, a look of love and lust.  Jo, like I told you before, the
brain is the most important sex organ we have.  I guess there is
something about seeing their cock in a woman's mouth that really gets
a guy off-I know it gets Jerry going."

"I just don't think I could ever do that.  The idea of Sam's stuff
in my mouth makes me queasy."

Liz grinned and put her hands on Joanne's shoulders.  "It used to
repulse me too, Jo.  I couldn't imagine having Sam, or anyone else,
cum in my mouth, but after I saw how much Sam loved it, I learned to
like the taste, what little there is."

"It doesn't taste nasty?"  Liz shook her head.  "I don't know…"

"I know how you feel, Jo.  I felt the same way.  All of the things
I'd learned from my mom, all the wrong things about sex, caused me to
deprive Jerry of something he really wanted from me.  It's all about
willingness; the willingness to do something you may not really want
to do in order to please someone.

"If you think about it, we do it all the time.  We go to functions,
watch sports on television and any number of other things that we'd
rather not do to please our mates.  Sex is just another thing we can
do to make our men happy.  You know, they do things to make us happy
too."

Joanne nodded and thought about what Liz was telling her.

"Jo, if you don't want to do it, don't.  All I'm telling you is that
if it's something you'd be willing to try, go for it.  Can you
imagine how Sam would feel if you kissed his cock when you two went
to bed tonight?  How do you think it would make him feel to know that
you were at least willing to try?  If you try and don't ever do it
again, he'll remember it forever.

"One of the things I've learned from Marge and Anne is that being
willing to give something a try is really more important than what
you do in the end."  Liz grinned.  "If they wouldn't have convinced
me to try sex with a woman, I'd never known what I was missing."

Joanne made a face, scrunching her forehead.  Liz looked straight
into her eyes, smiled and pulled her close.  Pressing her lips to
Joanne's, Liz kissed the startled woman.  When Joanne gasped, Liz
slipped her tongue into her mouth.

For a moment, Joanne's body was rigid, but as Liz moved her tongue
in her mouth, she began to relax.  Joanne had just enough champagne
in her to reduce her resistance and accepted Liz's kiss.  Her arms
hung limp at her sides as Liz moved her hand to Joanne's breast and
massaged it.  When Liz moved away, Joanne stood still and opened her
eyes.

"Was that so bad?" Liz asked.

Joanne shook her head slowly.

"Would you have ever thought you'd like a passionate kiss from
another woman?"  Liz smiled.  "You did like it-didn't you?"

This time Joanne nodded.  She was still stunned and didn't even
really notice that Liz was still touching her breast.

"Jo, I think I just answered a question you've had in the past.  I
think you've wondered what it would be like to kiss another woman and
to feel her touch you."  Liz gave Joanne's breast a firm squeeze and
removed her hand.  "Now you know."

"Are you trying to seduce me?"  Joanne's voice was a whisper.

"No, I'm trying to expand your horizons.  If you never do it again,
you know what it's like."  Liz gave Joanne a peck on the cheek. 
"We'd better get back, their going so start wondering what we're up
to."

Joanne nodded and reached for the doorknob.  Before opening the
door, Joanne turned to Liz, smiled and said, "Thank you."

Liz patted Joanne's butt and they went back to the living room. 
Marge and Jerry were dancing with one another, as were Don and
Dianne.  Before Liz could sit down, Marc got up, took her in his arms
and began to dance.  Bob asked Anne to dance and she got up.

Sam looked at his wife and she forced a smile.  He got up and the
two of them began to move to the music.  After the song ended, the
group took another drink of their champagne and Don refilled their
glasses.  Another song began to play and the group started to dance
again.

As she danced with Sam, Joanne glanced around at the others.  She
noticed how close the couples were, even though she was the only one
dancing with her spouse.  Sam turned Joanne around so her back was to
the rest of the couples.  He rubbed her back and then moved his hands
to her bottom.

At first Joanne's body stiffened and she was going to tell Sam to
stop, but after a moment, she relaxed and let him hold her butt as
they danced.  Sam pulled his wife to his body and began to rub his
crotch against her stomach.  Joanne could feel his growing erection
and pushed her belly into it.  When Sam's dancing turned them around
again, Joanne saw Marc and Liz kissing.

She rested her chin on Sam's shoulder and tightened her arms around
his neck as she watched Liz and Marc pressing their lips together. 
Marc's hands were on Liz's butt and Joanne could see him squeezing
her.  When Liz moved one of her hands to Marc's crotch, Joanne sucked
in a short breath.

"Everything okay, Jo?" Sam asked.

Joanne nodded and continued to watch Liz and Marc.  As the couple
danced, Marc began to pull up Liz's dress until his hands were
holding her panty-covered butt.  Joanne felt Sam trying to turn her,
but Joanne resisted.  After a moment, Sam turned her around and saw
what his wife had seen.  Sam stopped moving for a moment and stared
at Liz's stocking covered legs.  His penis jerked and Joanne noticed.

"Nice view?" Joanne whispered.

Sam quickly turned his wife so he couldn't see what was happening
and Joanne could.

"What did you say, Jo?"

"I asked if you liked the view," Joanne replied.

"Well, um-yeah, I guess so."

Joanne put her head against Sam's chest and held him tight.  "Sam,
do you think I'm sexy?"

"Yes, Jo, you're very sexy.  I've told you that."

"I know, I just like to hear you tell me," Joanne said.

"Jo, do you want to go to bed?" Sam asked, wondering if his wife was
feeling uncomfortable.

Joanne shook her head.  The song ended and a fast one started. 
Joanne and Sam sat on the couch and watched as Liz and Dianne began
to dance together.  The heavy beat of the music was making the two
women move very provocatively.  Dianne put her hands on her thighs
and pulled her dress up until the tops of her stockings were exposed.

Don, Marc, Jerry and Bob began to egg the women on as Sam sat
quietly next to Joanne.  He wanted to join in and be part of the fun,
but was worried he'd upset his wife.  Marge and Anne got up and
joined the other two women.  The four of them began to bump and grind
to the beat of the music.

Liz danced over to the couch Joanne was sitting on, reached down and
grabbed her hand.  She pulled Joanne to her feet and told her to come
and dance with the rest of the women.  Joanne glanced at her husband
and when Sam winked, she followed Liz to the open area where the
others were dancing.

Marge and Anne moved close together, leaned over and bumped their
butts against one another's.  They giggled, pressed their bottoms
together and wiggled.  Dianne moved behind Liz, put her arms around
her and pressed her body against Liz's back.  Dianne moved her hands
up Liz's body and cupped her breasts as they moved in unison.

Joanne watched the display and her husband.  She swung her arms and
snapped her fingers as she danced near Liz and Dianne.  The
combination of the wine and dancing made Joanne feel a little light
headed, but she continued to dance with her new friends.  From the
couches, the men were making comments and telling the women to make
it sexy.

Dianne released Liz's breasts, moved back a bit and found the tab of
Liz's dress.  She lowered it slowly and the men started to chant,
"Take it off, take it off, show us your tits."

Joanne stopped moving her feet and stood in one place swaying.  She
watched Dianne unzip Liz's cocktail dress and push it off her
shoulders.  Liz wiggled and the dress slid down her body.  When the
dress pooled at her feet, Liz moved one foot out of the dress and
kicked it at her husband with the other.  Joanne stood with her mouth
open as she watched Liz dance in her bra, panties and stockings.

The men all whistled and when Joanne heard her husband, she glanced
at him.  Sam's eyes were glued to Liz as she danced and rubbed her
hands over her chest.  He didn't notice his wife was watching him
ogle Liz.

As Liz danced around in her lingerie, Marge and Anne began to
undress one another.  Once they were down to their underwear, Marge
and Anne went after Dianne.  By this time, the men were chanting even
louder.  Joanne was still standing in place while the other women
laughed and wiggled around the floor.  Once again Joanne looked at
Sam and his eyes were still trained on the half naked women.

Liz went over to Joanne and began to dance with her.  She grinned at
the shocked woman and said, "Come on, move."

Joanne started to move her feet and soon was dancing again.  Liz
continued to dance with Joanne and laugh at the men as they made
pleas for the women to continue to strip.  When Joanne turned her
back to Liz, she felt her friend's hand at the neck of her dress. 
Liz tugged at Joanne's zipper, lowering it about two inches.

Joanne stopped dead in her tracks and looked over her shoulder at
Liz.  Liz grinned and said, "Do you want Sam to stare at you like
he's staring at us?"

Taking a deep breath, Joanne slowly nodded her head.  Liz moved
around, standing between Joanne and Sam.  She winked at Dianne and
when she saw what Liz was doing, Dianne danced her way to the coffee
table and stepped up on it.  She bent at the waist, pointing her
bottom right at Sam.  While Sam was distracted, Liz removed Joanne's
dress and tossed it aside.

Joanne stood still, wearing only her teal lingerie.  The garments
were trimmed with dark green lace and fit her to a tee.  Liz smiled
at Joanne and began to dance again.  Joanne moved stiffly, but
started to dance.  As they danced, Liz and Joanne moved closer to
where Sam was sitting on the couch next to Jerry.

When Sam saw his wife dancing in her bra, French cut panties, garter
belt and stockings, his mouth fell open and his eyes opened so wide
his brow furrowed.  Joanne forced a smile, waiting for her husband to
react.  Sam slid to the edge of the cushion, and stared at his wife.

Joanne slowly moved closer to Sam, looked down at him and said,
"Please don't be mad, Sam.  I just wanted you to look at me like you
were looking at the others."

"Jo, you look so beautiful.  I can't get over how sexy you are right
now," Sam said and then turned to Jerry.  "Would you look at my wife,
she's so sexy!"

"No shit, Sam," Jerry said.

The fast music stopped and a slow song began.  Sam stood up, took
his wife in his arms and began to dance with her.  She cuddled
against his chest and felt his hands moving over her back.

"You didn't say whether or not you're upset with me," Joanne said.

"No, Jo, I'm not upset.  You look absolutely wonderful.  Where did
you get that outfit?  I love it."

"I bought it when we went shopping in West Palm Beach.  Liz talked
me into buying them."

"I'll have to remember to thank her," Sam whispered.

"They were very expensive, Sam.  My underwear cost more than most of
the outfits I have at home."

"I don't care, Jo.  You can buy as much of it as you want.  If I
have to, I'll get a second job."

Joanne hugged her husband tighter and felt his very erect penis
against her.  She wiggled a little and looked up at him.  "Does that
mean you really like me wearing these things?"

"Oh yeah!  Are you okay with this, Jo?" Sam asked as his fingertips
traced the lace edges of her panties and her half covered butt.

Sam's fingers caused Joanne to shiver and she moved so she could
press her mons against his thigh.  As they moved, his leg rubbed her
and made her vagina tingle.  Joanne's nipples became rigid and
scraped against the silky cups of her shear bra.

When the song ended, Sam and Joanne moved to the table and found
their glasses.  Starting into one another's eyes, they touched the
rims of the glasses and then began to drink the champagne in them. 
Joanne turned her glass up and drained it, much to Sam's surprise.

Don appeared, looked at Joanne and smiled.  He offered to refill her
glass and she held it as Don poured more champagne into it.  When he
offered more to Sam, he also held his glass out to be filled.

"You really look hot, Jo.  Can I call you that?" Don said.

Joanne grinned and nodded.  "Yes, and thank you, Don."

"I can assure you the pleasure is all mine, Jo," Don said and then
he moved on to refill the others glasses.

Liz walked up to Marc, grabbed his crotch and said, "Okay boys, fair
is fair.  We're in our underwear and you guys have to strip too."

Liz reached for his belt and started to undo it.  Marc offered no
resistance as she opened his belt and pulled down his zipper.  When
Liz unfastened the button on the waistband, Marc's slacks fell to the
floor.  Marc stood with his pants around his ankles while Liz went to
work on the buttons of his shirt.  She pushed it off his shoulders
and pulled the sleeves over his hands.

Joanne glanced around and saw that the other women were undressing
the rest of the men, none of them their husbands.  Marge was removing
Bob's pants while Anne worked on Jerry's.  Dianne stripped Don's
pants down his legs and knelt to remove his shoes.

Turing back to Sam, Joanne put her hands on his belt and tugged on
it until it was undone.  She unfastened the button and pulled down
his zipper.  When Sam's pants dropped, Joanne giggled like a
schoolgirl.  Stretching up, she kissed her husband and started to
undo the buttons of his shirt.  Once the shirt was tossed aside, she
dropped to one knee and untied his shoes.

Once the shoes were out of the way, Joanne pulled Sam's pants off
his feet.  Sam put his hand on his wife's shoulder to steady himself
as he lifted one foot then the other.  As she took his slacks off,
her head rested against his throbbing erection.  It was the first
time her husband's penis was that close to her head and Joanne was
well aware of the rigid shaft.

When she stood up, Joanne made it a point to keep her body against
Sam's.  Once she was standing, she glanced around the room to see
what was going on.  When she noticed Marge was kneeling in front of
Bob and stroking his penis.  His member was sticking out of the fly
in his boxers and Marge's hand was moving over the length.  When
Marge leaned forward and took Bob's penis into her mouth, Joanne
tried to turn away, but couldn't.  She watched in awe as Marge moved
her mouth over the thick member and saw it disappear.

Feeling a little dizzy, Joanne moved to the couch and sat on the
edge of the leather cushion.  She picked up her champagne and took a
drink, emptying half the glass.  For some reason the wine tasted very
good to Joanne and she had drank more than she ever had in the past. 
While she wasn't drunk, she wasn't sober either.

The other four couples were all involved in some kind of sexual
activity.  Liz was playing with Marc's penis, moving her hand up and
down his shaft.  Jerry had Anne's bra pulled down and was fondling
her breasts.  Sam sat next to Joanne, put his arm around her waist
and began to stroke her naked stomach.  When his hand moved up and
covered one of her breasts, Joanne moaned and leaned into his hand.

Sam began to tweak Joanne's nipple through the thin material of her
bra and she twisted to face him.  She put her mouth over his and
pushed her tongue against his lips.  When he opened his mouth, Joanne
pushed her tongue in.  She put one hand on Sam's leg and started to
rub it, moving up toward his crotch.  Sam broke the kiss, pulled his
head back and looked into Joanne's hooded eyes.

"Do you want to go to our room, Jo?" Sam asked, secretly hoping she
didn't.

When Joanne shook her head and moved her hand to his erect member,
he moaned and began to kiss her again.  Joanne felt the couch move,
opened her eyes and saw Liz and Marc had joined her and Sam.  Liz
winked at Joanne and glanced at Sam's crotch.  Sam was kissing
Joanne's neck, causing her to shiver and wiggle.  When Liz licked her
lips and grinned, Joanne looked away.

Sam's hand stroked Joanne's back and then traced her bra strap. 
When she realized he was looking for the clasp, Joanne began to kiss
him.  She chuckled into Sam's mouth and then pulled back.  Reaching
between the cups of her bra, Joanne slowly unfastened the front
closure.  She held the garment over her breasts and looked at her
husband's face.  She could see the anticipation in Sam's eyes and
slowly uncovered her breasts.

Leaning forward, Sam kissed the tops of both of her breasts and then
moved to one of her nipples.  Joanne groaned as his lips closed
around her nipple and began to suck on it.  Lost in the moment,
Joanne put her hand on the back of Sam's head and pushed it into her
chest.

Joanne put her other hand on Sam's leg, slid it under the leg
opening of his shorts and touched his erect penis.  She felt it jerk
and wrapped her fingers around it.  Sam increased the suction on her
nipple as Joanne began to pump her fist on his member.  The way she
was sitting, Joanne could see what Liz was doing next to her.  She
watched Liz's hand working up and down Marc's penis and saw Marc was
fingering her.

Liz's panties were pulled to the side and her vulva was in plain
view.  The sight of Marc's finger moving in Liz's vagina was
intriguing to Joanne.  She had never seen another woman's sex up
close and in fact had never really looked at her own.  She couldn't
help staring at how Liz's labia moved as Marc's finger stroked in and
out of her.

Sam's boxers were hindering Joanne's hand so she pulled it out of
the leg opening and then fished his penis out of the fly.  Feeling
hot and very excited, Joanne began tugging at the waistband of her
husband's underwear.  Sam kept his lips latched on Joanne's nipple as
he lifted up to allow her to pull his boxers down.  With his shorts
at his knees, Joanne took his penis in her hand again and began to
stroke him.

Joanne was wrapped up in the feeling of Sam's mouth on her breast
and her hand on his penis.  Her breathing was labored and her body
temperature was rising.  Next to her, Liz slid onto the floor and
began to kiss and lick Marc's penis.  She watched as Liz opened her
mouth, covered the head of Marc's member and closed her lips around
the shaft.  Sam began to nibble on her nipple and pulled Joanne's
attention away from Liz and Marc.

With her head back and eyes closed, Joanne was enjoying the
treatment her husband was giving her breasts.  Sam moved from one
breast to the other and sucked and gently bit her nipples.  Joanne's
hand had stopped moving on Sam's penis as she concentrated on what he
was doing to her.  Hearing a grunt, Joanne glanced at the couch Jerry
and Anne were on and saw him pushing his member in and out of her
vagina.  Joanne's head was spinning and she was completely
uninhibited at the moment.  She watched Jerry and Anne for a moment,
but stopped when she felt a hand at her crotch.

Joanne moaned as a finger entered her very wet vagina and she looked
down expecting to see Sam's hand between her partly splayed legs. 
When she realized it was Liz fingering her, Joanne started.  She
moved her hand down to push Liz away, but Liz caught her wrist and
guided her hand to her own sex.  Liz held Joanne's wrist and rubbed
her hand against her crotch.

When Liz moved her fingers to her clit, Joanne no longer needed any
assistance.  She put her hand down her panties and for the first time
in her life, she began to masturbate.  As she stroked her vulva and
touched her clit, Liz tugged at Joanne's panties.  She pulled them
down as far as she could and then slid her hand under Joanne's bottom
to get her to lift it up.  Joanne gazed down, finding it hard to
believe it was really her sitting there with her panties down to her
knees and her fingers playing at her crotch.

Liz removed her mouth from Marc's penis and watched Joanne as she
rubbed herself with one hand and her husband with the other.  Sam
still had his mouth attached to Joanne's breast, moving from one to
the other.  Liz got off the floor, sat on the couch and moved her
head near Joanne's.  Placing her mouth close to Joanne's ear, Liz
flicked at her earlobe.  The feeling of Liz's hot wet tongue on her
ear caused Joanne to turn her head and open her eyes.

When their eyes met, Liz smiled at her friend and kissed her cheek. 
Moving her mouth back to Joanne's ear, Liz once again flicked her
tongue at the soft lobe.

"Does having your husband suck your tits make you hot, Jo?" Liz
whispered.

Joanne moaned and nodded her head.  Liz put her hand on Joanne's leg
and rubbed it over the silky material of her sheer stockings.  When
she felt Joanne's panties near her knees, Liz started to work them
down Joanne's legs.  Joanne offered no resistance as Liz removed the
panties and let them drop on the floor.  Liz sat back up and went
back to Joanne's ear.

"Jo, you look so sexy touching your pussy and rubbing Sam's cock,"
Liz whispered so only Joanne could hear her.  "Does his cock feel
good in your hand?"

Joanne nodded again.

"Make Sam feel as good as he's making you feel.  Show him how much
you love and want him.  He needs you to show him, Jo."

Turning to Liz, Joanne lifted her eyebrows and mouthed, "How?"

Liz whispered, "Show him that you're willing to do anything for him.
Kneel on the floor and show him how much you love his cock, Jo. 
Don't think about anything but pleasing him.  Loving your husband
isn't wrong or nasty."

When it dawned on Joanne what Liz was telling her to do, she turned
and whispered, "I don't know how."

Liz smiled and said, "I'll help you if you want me too, Jo.  I'll
tell you what to do.  Do you want that?  Do you want me to help you
learn how to make your husband the happiest man in the world?"

Marc realized that Liz was busy talking to Joanne and got up.  Liz
and Joanne watched him move to the coffee table and look down at
Marge.  Marge was on top of the coffee table, on her hands and knees.
Bob stood behind her with his hands on her hips as he pumped his
penis in and out of Marge's vagina.  When Marc stepped in front of
his sister, he cupped her chin in his hand and tilted her head up. 
Marge looked up into Marc's eyes, grinned and opened her mouth. 
Taking a step closer, Marc gripped his member and feed it into his
sister's open mouth.  Marge let Marc move his erection over her
tongue a few times before she clamped her lips around his shaft and
began to apply gently suction.

Joanne glanced at the couch across from the one she was on with Liz
and Sam.  Jerry was on his back with Anne bouncing up and down on his
penis while Dianne covered his face with her sex.  Don was up on his
feet, pouring more champagne into the glasses.  When he was close to
Dianne, she grabbed his penis and stroked it while he stood with an
empty bottle in his hand.

The entire scene was surreal to Joanne.  While she had heard of this
type of activity between couples, she never imagined it was really
true.  The sight of the men and women engaged in acts she could have
never conceived of in the past, made Joanne's excitement rise to new
levels.  For the moment, all of her preconceived perceptions of sex
were gone.  Joanne became disconnected from her normal feelings and
wondered why she wasn't experiencing the detest she normally felt
when someone made a remark about sex that wasn't her norm.

Liz continued to whisper into Joanne's ear, telling her how much her
husband loved her and how she should show Sam how much she loved him.
The words were distant, but Joanne could hear them clearly.  Liz was
telling her to do something she had never done, something that the
mere thought of was sickening to her.  Joanne had been denying Sam's
requests for oral sex for so long, he'd stopped asking.  Now, in a
room full of people, some of which she'd just met, Liz was telling
her to make her husband's request a reality.

"Jo, if you never do it again, at least Sam will know you were
willing to try.  If you really don't like it, if it really bothers
you, you never have to do it again," Liz whispered as she stroked
Joanne's leg.

Joanne had stopped touching herself and Sam.  Both of her hands were
on the back of her husband's head, holding his mouth to her breast as
he sucked and nibbled on her nipple.  When she felt Liz's fingers
brush against her labia, Joanne gasped.  Liz's last statement began
to repeat itself in Joanne's head.  She reached deep inside herself
and tried to decide if she was willing.  Sam's hands slid up from her
waist and cupped Joanne's breasts as he continued to feast on her. 
Liz's fingers were stroking her and parting her engorged labia.

Feeling out of control, Joanne turned to Liz and looked at her with
hooded eyes.  "I don't know how."  Her own words came as a shock to
her and Joanne's body quivered as she realized what she said.

Liz nodded, rubbed her fingertip over Joanne's clitoris and slipped
off the couch and onto the floor.  She knelt facing the couple,
slipped her hands behind Joanne's legs and tugged at her.  When
Joanne realized Liz wanted her to get on the floor, she released her
husband's head and slid off the couch.  Once on the floor next to
Liz, Joanne looked up at Sam.  His eyes were begging to know what was
going on, but he was silent.

"Kneel between his legs and touch him, Jo," Liz said, keeping her
voice low so only Joanne could hear her.

Joanne moved so she was between her husband's legs and rested her
forearms on the top of his thighs.  She had her hands on Sam's hips
and stared at his crotch.  A foot from her face, Sam's penis moved
with his breathing.  Joanne looked at the underside of his member and
at his scrotum.  In all the years they'd been married, she had never
been this close to his genitals.

"Go ahead, Jo, touch his beautiful cock and balls," Liz whispered. 
"Show him how much you like them."

Joanne looked over at Liz and then back at Sam's crotch.  She moved
her hands and took his penis in one.  With her other hand, Joanne
felt his testicles and lifted the weight with the palm of her palm. 
As she gently felt him, she stared at his genitals.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Liz asked.

Joanne looked at the swollen shaft and the dark bulbous head of her
husband's penis.  While she had seen it in the past, she never took
the time to study it.  She traced her thumb along the thick vain that
ran the length of his penis and felt it throbbing in her hand.  Sam
gazed down, watching his wife explore his member for the first time
and let out a stifled moan.

Liz began to move her hand up and down Joanne's back.  She felt her
round bottom, then slid her hand up along her spine to the back of
her neck.  Each time Liz's hand was on Joanne's neck, she applied a
little pressure, pushing her head closer to Sam's crotch.  As she
stroked Joanne's back, Liz offered encouragement.  When Joanne's face
was only inches away from Sam's penis, Liz began to whisper again.

"Just give it a little kiss.  Feel how hard and hot it is with your
lips, Jo.  Use your tongue to taste your man's cock."

Joanne glanced at Liz and watched her smiling at her.  Liz nodded
and said, "Go ahead and try it."

Turning her attention back to Sam, Joanne pulled his penis toward
her and leaned in.  She hesitated for a moment and then touched the
underside of Sam's penis with her lips, barely touching him.  Joanne
could feel the heat that was emitted from her husband's member.  She
kept her lips against his penis and waited for her stomach to churn. 
When she realized she wasn't really repulsed, she pressed her lips
against his shaft a little harder.  Sam moaned and put his hands on
the sides of Joanne's head.  Liz quickly removed them, looked up at
him and shook her head.

With her lips against his penis, Joanne opened her mouth slightly
and pushed her tongue out.  When the tip of her tongue touched him,
Sam's penis jerked.  Joanne moved her head, sliding her lips over a
few inches of Sam's member.  Her tongue became dry and she pulled it
back into her mouth to get it wet again.

"Lick it, Jo.  Open your mouth, stick out your tongue and lick the
bottom of Sam's hot cock."

Joanne had stopped thinking about what she was doing and followed
Liz's instructions.  She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and
licked up Sam's member until she felt the ridge where his shaft met
the glans.  Sam's penis leaked fluid from all of the attention Joanne
had been giving it and she tasted it for the first time in her life. 
Joanne's preconception of the taste was shattered when the thin salty
substance touched her tongue.  She had always imagined that it would
cause her to vomit, but she found it wasn't offensive at all.

"Go ahead and taste him.  Kiss the head of his cock and find out how
your husband tastes, see what you've been missing."

Joanne swirled her tongue over the tip of Sam's penis, collecting
the salty fluid.  She pulled her tongue into her mouth and tried to
identify the flavor.

"Now look up at Sam while you lick his cock and see how much he's
enjoying it, Jo."

Joanne looked up at her husband's face and locked his eyes with
hers.  Once again she extended her tongue and licked his glans.  When
she saw the look on Sam's face, she felt her heart pound harder in
her chest.  Sam's expression was one she had never seen.  He looked
so excited and loving.  His eyes were hooded and his mouth was open. 
When Sam smiled at his wife, Joanne smiled back and then returned her
tongue to his penis.

Liz's hand was still moving up and down Joanne's back as she kissed
and licked at her husband's member.  Liz began rubbing Joanne's butt
with a circular motion as she watched.

"Make love to his cock, Jo.  Rub it on your face, kiss it, lick it
and then take it in your mouth.  When you start to suck on him, look
into Sam's eyes.  Look at him and see how much pleasure you're giving
him."

Liz's words faded into the background as Joanne took her husband's
penis and rubbed it against the side of her face.  She could feel the
heat on her cheek and feel it throbbing in her hand.  The combination
of Sam's member against her face and Liz rubbing her bottom, made
Joanne feel like she was floating.  When she moved her mouth to the
tip of Sam's penis and kissed it, Joanne looked up at her husband.

When their eyes met, Sam sighed and said, "I love you, Jo."

Joanne heard his words and saw his expression.  She knew Sam loved
her, but she'd never seen the look on his face before.  Liz was still
instructing Joanne, but her voice seemed distant.  It wasn't until
Joanne heard Liz say, "Just watch your teeth," that she realized she
was taking her husband's penis into her mouth.

As Sam's member entered her mouth, Joanne's mind went blank.  She
felt his penis slide over her tongue and rub against the roof of her
mouth.  When she had about two inches of his penis in her mouth, she
gently closed her lips around his shaft.  Joanne could feel her
husband's heartbeat as it telegraphed through his member and against
her tongue.  She still had her eyes locked with his as she remained
motionless and tried to comprehend what it was she was doing.

"Use your hand to prevent him from gagging you, Jo."

Liz's words didn't register and Joanne moved her mouth slowly down
on her husband's member.  When it touched the back of her throat, she
gagged slightly and pulled back.  Joanne remembered seeing Liz take
Marc's entire penis into her mouth and felt that she had to do the
same.  Once she relaxed, Joanne once again moved her mouth down and
once again she gagged.

"It takes time to learn how to take it all, Jo.  Don't try-don't
ruin Sam's first blowjob by making yourself sick.  If you want to try
again someday, you can learn, but for now you're doing great."

This time Joanne heard Liz and stopped trying to engulf her
husband's entire penis.  Liz told her to move her mouth up and down
and use her hand to limit how much she took in.  Joanne heard Liz
this time and wrapped her hand around Sam's shaft.  She began to bob
her head up and down, feeling his member stroke her tongue.  Liz told
her to rub Sam's penis with her tongue and apply some suction.

Joanne's mouth was watering and coating Sam's penis with saliva.  As
she sucked and moved her mouth up and down his member, she could hear
the sucking sound she was making.  Sam placed his hands on the sides
of Joanne's head again and Liz didn't stop him.  When his fingers
tangled in her hair, Joanne moaned around his penis.  Sam's hips
began to move and he slowly pushed his member into Joanne's mouth as
she pushed her head down.

Liz noticed Sam's leg muscles begin to tighten and quiver.  She knew
the man was getting close and decided to warn Joanne before she was
surprised.

"Sam is going to cum soon, Jo.  He is going to shoot his sweet cum
into your mouth if you don't stop.  Do you want to finish him?  Do
you want to show him how much he means to you and fulfill his
greatest fantasy?  If you want Sam to fill your mouth with his cum,
keep doing what you're doing; if not, you better get ready to move."

The moment of no return was approaching fast.  Joanne was so lost in
the feeling of control and lust; she ignored Liz's warning and
continued to give her husband the loving blowjob.  Joanne could hear
her husband groaning and mumbling incoherently.  She heard him warn
her of his impending climax, but she didn't pull her mouth off his
penis.

Liz removed her hand from Joanne's bottom, sat back on her heels and
watched the couple.  Sam's face was contorted and his breathing was
coming in short gasps.  Joanne's mouth moved up and down over about
three inches of her husband's penis and her spit pooled on the hand
she had wrapped around his shaft.  In the back of her mind something
clicked and Joanne realized just what she was doing and what was
about to happen.  She'd heard Liz's warning and that of her husband. 
Now she was forced to decide what she was going to do.

Sam's groans were a continuous drone and his hips moved in time with
her head.  Joanne's mind became clear as she made her decision. 
Before she could make any decisions about whether to remove her mouth
or not, Sam's penis erupted.  When the first strong surge of semen
hit the roof of her mouth, Joanne's eyes opened wide and she coughed.
Her husband's thick fluid spewed from her mouth and coated her hand.

Out of the blue, Joanne remembered something one of her long lost
girlfriends had said.  She remembered the girl saying that the
difference between lust and love was spit or swallow.  Joanne didn't
try to analyze the statement and clamped her lips around Sam's penis
again.  The next jets of semen filled Joanne's mouth and she
swallowed it.  The action was a reflex rather than a planned
response, but she continued to ingest her husband's semen.  When
Sam's member stopped throbbing and shooting into her mouth, Joanne
stopped moving and let his still rigid penis rest in her mouth.

All during the process, Joanne kept her eyes glued to her husband's
face.  She had watched him as his expressions changed from pleasure
to lust and finally to love.  He was smiling and his eyelids drooped.
Still, she could see his blue eyes through the slits his eyelids
made.  As they gazed at one another, Joanne slowly pulled her mouth
off her husband's spent member.  Sam's penis had begun to soften and
when it pulled clear of her lips, she glanced down.  Sam was becoming
flaccid and his member lay against his thigh.

While staring at his penis, Joanne moved her tongue around the
inside of her mouth.  She could taste the remnants of her husband's
semen and tried to associate the flavor with something out of her
past.  Joanne couldn't find anything in her memory that equaled the
taste of semen.  As she savored the pungent flavor, Joanne realized
it wasn't anything like she'd thought it would be.  Suddenly,
Joanne's clouded mind cleared again and she became aware of what had
happened, what she'd done.

Sam put his hands under Joanne's arms and lifted her.  When she was
standing, he pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her
body, pulling her tightly to him.  When Joanne turned to look at him,
Sam kissed her passionately on the lips.  Joanne recoiled, realizing
he could taste his semen on her lips.  When she felt his tongue
pressing against her lips, she pulled back and looked into his eyes.

Noticing that his wife seemed disconnected, Sam said, "Jo, I love
you so much."

Joanne shook her head and replied, "Really, Sam.  Do you still love
me after I just did that to you?"

"What are you talking about, Jo?  Of course I still love you; I love
you more than ever."

"You-you don't think I'm a-I'm nasty?"

"NO!  Why would you say that?"

Joanne shrugged her shoulders.  "I don't know, Sam.  It's just that
all these years I thought that oral sex was something that whores
did, not decent women.  I'm just so afraid you'll think I'm…"

Sam cut her short by covering her mouth with his.  He forced his
tongue past her lips and into her mouth.  Holding her as tight as he
could, Sam kissed Joanne as hard as he ever had.  Joanne began to
relax and enjoy the kiss.  Her mind still reeled, but the feeling of
being in her husband's arms was calming.  Joanne moved her hands to
Sam's head and held his face as they shared one of the most
passionate kisses they had ever shared.

When they finally parted, Joanne looked down at Liz.  Liz was still
sitting on the floor with a broad smile on her face.  Joanne winked
at her and said, "Thank you."

Liz nodded, winked back and got up.  She went over to where Don was
sitting on a couch, sat on his lap with her back to him and reached
between their legs.  Liz fondled his penis, feeling it expand in her
hand.  Don moved his hands to Liz's breasts and began to squeeze
them.  Lifting herself, Liz guided Don's penis into her vagina and
sat down, impaling herself on his member.  She glanced across the
room at Joanne and smiled as her friend watched her ride Don's penis.

The rest of the group was relaxing and cuddled close on the couches.
Joanne glanced around the room and saw how content they all looked. 
She wondered if she too had the look of contentment on her face. 
Joanne felt her husband's hands stroking her back and she leaned
against him.  Sam had told her that he didn't feel the way she
thought he would about her and what she'd done, and she believed him.
As they cuddled together, Joanne realized just how much she loved her
husband and how happy she was.

"Let's go to our room, Jo," Sam whispered.

Joanne nodded, got up and began to gather her clothing.  She made no
attempt to conceal her nudity as she told everyone goodnight and
headed out of the room with her husband at her side.  When they got
to the bedroom, Joanne tossed her clothing on a chair and began to
remove her stockings.  Sam stopped her, knelt on the floor and
removed her stockings and garter belt.  After rolling the last
stocking down her leg and pulling it free from her foot, Sam pushed
his face against her mons and kissed her.  Joanne put her hands on
the back of his head and pulled him closer.

Sam worked Joanne backwards until the back of her legs hit the edge
of the bed.  When she sat down, he parted her legs and began to kiss
and lick her sex.  Joanne fell back and let her husband bring her to
a strong orgasm with his mouth and tongue.  When she recovered from
her climax, Sam helped her get under the covers and climbed in next
to her.  Sam turned to face Joanne and moved his face to hers.  She
accepted his kiss and tasted her juices on his lips.  She opened her
mouth and extended her tongue, licking at Sam's tongue.

Both of them were completely exhausted and drifted to sleep with
their lips still touching.
_____________________________________________________________________

It was after ten on New Years day when the house began to come to
life.  Kim, Sally, Paul and Brad were the first ones up.  After
getting dressed, they went out to the living room and looked around. 
There were empty champagne glasses on the end tables and some
clothing strewn around.  Kim laughed and began picking up the
clothing while Brad and Sally collected the glasses.

"It must have been quite a party," Paul said as he helped Kim.

"I would say so.  I wonder what time they finally went to bed." Kim
replied.

"About six o'clock this morning," Marge said as she walked into the
room, dressed in a robe.

"Morning, Mom.  Happy New Year," Kim said.

"Happy New Year to you too, Kim.  Happy New Year to all of you.  Has
anyone made coffee yet?" Marge asked.

"Not yet, but I'll make it, Aunt Marge," Sally said.  "Brad and I
have to take these glasses to the kitchen anyway."

Brad and Sally carried the glasses to the kitchen and placed them on
the counter.  While Brad rinsed the glasses and put them in the
dishwasher, Sally made a pot of coffee.  There were two pots in the
kitchen, one twelve cup and one twenty-four cup.  Sally decided to
make both of them.

Once the coffee was started and the glasses were loaded into the
dishwasher, Sally and Brad returned to the living room and sat on a
couch.  Kim and Paul piled the clothing on a chair and sat on the
couch with them.  Over the next few minutes, the rest of the group
began to file into the room.

Jack and Tom sat on the couch near Sally and Kim.  Jack looked at
his sister, smiled and asked, "What time are Jeri and April supposed
to be here, Kim.  I can't wait to hear what they have to say about
the yacht."

"About one I think," Kim replied.  "They told me they were going to
a party last night and wouldn't be home until very late-or early,
depending on how you look at it.  Do you think they found anything
wrong with the yacht, Jack?"

Jack shrugged his shoulders.  Tom shook his head and said, "I
wouldn't think so, but you never know."

Anne came into the room and said, "Okay, what does everyone want for
breakfast?  We gave Rosa the day off so she could be with her family
and we're on our own."

After several discussions, the group decided on eggs and bacon. 
Marge went to the kitchen to help Anne make the meal.  While the two
women cracked eggs into a large bowl and began to fry the bacon, Liz
and Dianne came in to help them.

"Did everyone get a good night's sleep?" Dianne asked as she took
the bowl of eggs and began to whip them.

"What sleep I got was good," Liz replied.  "Jerry had other ideas."

Marge laughed and said, "Well, I got to sleep.  It seems someone
wore my husband out before we went to bed."  Marge looked at Liz and
smiled.

"Sorry, but after all that happened with Joanne and Sam, I was
really worked up and Don was sitting there.  I just couldn't help
myself," Liz said and then chuckled.

While the women fixed breakfast and talked about the previous night,
Joanne came into the kitchen.  When her eyes met Liz's, Joanne
grinned.  She poured a cup of coffee, added cream, a spoonful of
sugar and stirred it slowly.  She listened to the other women talking
about the things they did the night before and smiled.

"So, how was your night, Joanne?" Marge asked.  "Did you have a good
time?"

"Yes, Marge, I had a very good time."  Joanne looked at Liz and
smiled.  "Sam had a good time too."

All of the women had watched Joanne with her husband and knew it was
the first time she had oral sex with him.  They chuckled and nodded
as Joanne sat nervously at the table.  Marge, never being one to
mince her words, looked at Joanne and smiled.

"So, Jo, how was your first blowjob?  I know I don't have to ask
Sam," Marge said.

Joanne blushed and began to slowly turn her coffee cup on the table.
After a moment she looked up and said, "It was very different.  I
think I had a little too much to drink last night and got carried
away."

"Does that mean you don't know whether or not you liked it?" Dianne
asked.

Joanne continued to blush and then she shook her head.  "No, I
wasn't sure about it last night.  I mean after all the champagne and
then seeing all of you doing what you were doing, well, I was a
little worked up and…"

"You don't remember?" Liz said.

"Not really, not last night.  This morning, I decided to see if it
was the booze or if I could do it again," Joanne replied.

"Well, was it the booze?" Anne asked.

Joanne shook her head.  "No, in fact it was really much better this
morning.  I can't believe how much Sam likes it."  Joanne took a sip
of her coffee and looked up.  "I was always told, or rather believed,
that oral sex was wrong and nasty.  After this morning, I realize
just how wrong I was."

Liz chuckled and said, "Are you telling me you don't feel like a
slut because you're a cocksucker?"

"Liz!" Joanne said.

"Don't get me wrong, Jo.  It wasn't that long ago I felt the same
way about oral sex.  Now, I can't get enough of it.  Sometimes I'd
rather suck a cock than get laid.  I love the power I have when I
have a man's cock in my mouth," Liz said.

"Last night must have been a real shock to you, Joanne.  I hope we
didn't make you feel too uncomfortable.  It's just that when we all
get together things have a way of getting a little crazy sometimes,"
Anne said.

Joanne thought for a moment and then said, "I must admit that I was
uncomfortable at first, especially when you guys started to get
undressed.  Then, I saw the sex start and didn't know what to think. 
Liz was very comforting and if it hadn't been for her, I think I
would have run." 

"I hope you didn't feel any pressure to participate," Dianne said. 
"We wouldn't want you to do anything you didn't want to do."

Joanne nodded and looked back at her coffee.  "What if I wanted to? 
What if I wanted to try some of the stuff you guys did-or rather do?"

"You're an adult, Jo.  You can do what ever you want to do," Marge
said.  "Look, our lifestyle isn't for everyone and no one will think
any less of you if you don't try the things we do.  You do what
you're comfortable with and everything will be fine."

Jerry and Sam came into the kitchen for coffee, ending the
conversation.  Sam went over to Joanne, leaned over and kissed her
cheek.  He put his mouth to her ear and said, "I love you, Sweetie."

Joanne looked up, smiled and replied, "I love you too, Sam."

After kissing her on the top of her head, Sam went to the counter
and poured a cup of hot coffee.  He turned around, leaned against the
counter and glanced around the room.  Marge was stirring the eggs
while Anne cooked the bacon.  Liz got up and began toasting bread
while Dianne got two cartons of orange juice out of the refrigerator.

"Why don't you have Sam and Jerry help you set the table, Jo," Liz
said.

Joanne got up and, with her husband's and Jerry's help, gathered the
dishes and silverware.  They placed it on a cart and pushed it out to
the dinning room.  The three of them set the table and then Jerry
took the cart back to the kitchen.

Sam looked at his wife, his eyes traveling up and down her body. 
Joanne wore a short sundress and sandals.  She smiled as she watched
her husband gawk at her, something she didn't really like in the
past, and then moved over to where he stood.

"Honey, did you like my outfit last night?"

Sam nodded.  "Yes, you looked very sexy."

"Would you be upset if I bought some more of that kind of lingerie?"

"Hell no!  Jo, you looked better than any woman I've ever seen.  I
loved the way you looked in that stuff."

"It was very expensive, Sam."

"What's expensive?"

"Well, the bra, panties and garter outfit cost over one hundred
dollars.  We went to a very exclusive lingerie shop in West Palm
Beach."

Sam looked at her and then grinned.  "I'll make you a deal, Sweetie."

"What kind of deal?"

"If you'll get rid of all of your old underwear, I'll buy you all
new lingerie."

"Okay, it's a deal.  Oh, Sam, there is one other thing I want to ask
you about."

"Yes?"

"Would you mind if I quit wearing pantyhose?  After wearing
stockings for the first time, I found I really like the way they
feel."

Sam laughed and then replied, "I'll have to think about that for a
few minutes.  Okay, if you insist."

Joanne hugged him and rested her head against his chest.  Sam rubbed
her back and pulled her close.  She looked up, smiled and said, "I
have a little surprise for you, Honey."

"What?"

Stepping back, Joanne slowly lifted her dress and revealed the fact
she wasn't wearing any panties.  "I like the new ones so much I
didn't want to wear my old panties.  I hope you don't mind."

Sam reached over and put his hands between her legs.  He rubbed her,
feeling the dampness on her vulva.  "No, I don't mind at all, Jo." 
Sam removed his hand and Joanne let her dress fall.  "Jo, I don't
know what caused this change in you and frankly, I don't care.  I
just want you to know that it hasn't changed the way I feel about
you.  I loved you with all my heart before and I still do.  I would
have loved you the same way if nothing happened.

"Jo, what you did for me last night and again this morning was a
dream come true.  I can't tell you how much it means to me.  Not just
that you did it, but that you love me enough to have tried.  If you
never did it again, I would die a happy man."

Joanne looked into Sam's eyes, giggled like a schoolgirl and then
said, "Then you're going to be ecstatic when you die."  Joanne
reached out and rubbed his crotch.  "You may have a sex crazed maniac
on you hands.  Would that bother you?"

Sam shook his head and let out a soft moan as Joanne gave his
expanding member a gentle squeeze.  While she was fondling her
husband, the other women came into the dinning room with the food.

"All right you two," Liz said.  "We're having bacon and eggs for
breakfast, not sausage."

Joanne didn't jerk her hand away from Sam's crotch.  She gave him
another squeeze, grinned and said, "That's okay, I've already had
sausage this morning."

Everyone in the room laughed and Joanne finally stopped gripping her
husband's crotch.  She leaned close, kissed his cheek and then
whispered in his ear.  "I may have sausage for dessert if you don't
mind."

Sam felt his penis jerk when his wife all but told him she wanted to
have oral sex after breakfast.  He grinned and then nodded.  Joanne
smiled back at him and took a seat at the table.

Marge called the rest of the group into the dinning room.  Once
everyone was seated, they began passing the eggs, bacon and toast
around the table.  While they ate, the teens talked about what they
planned for the day.

"I'm going to lie in the sun today," Lisa said.  "I can't believe
it's the first of January and it's going to be in the eighties.  I
could really get used to this weather."

"We've been very lucky, Lisa.  I've been down here at this time of
year when it was cold.  I can remember one year it was in the
thirties at night and only in the mid forties during the day."  Jerry
chuckled.  "The locals don't have cold weather clothing and they were
all freezing."

"We have to meet with Jeri and April this afternoon.  They're going
to tell us what they found on the yacht," Tom said.  "If  they found
anything at all."

"Should I plan on going to the boatyard tomorrow?" Marc asked.

"Yes, unless there is something drastically wrong, we've made up our
minds," Tom said.

Megan looked at Jack and asked, "After you're finished talking with
Jeri and April, would you like to go to South Beach?"

"Sure, I'd love to.  Maybe we'll all go and check it out," Jack said.

Lisa glanced at Megan and smiled.  "That sounds fun, maybe Jeri and
April will want to go with us."

Jack looked at his father and asked, "How about you guys, do you
want to go?"

"I think I'm going to spend the day here relaxing.  I'm afraid I
stayed up too late last night.  I'm not as young as I used to be,"
Don replied.

Marge agreed with Don, as did the rest of the adults.  They finished
their breakfast and the women began to clear the table.  Sally got up
and said, "We'll get the dishes and clean up."

The teens pitched in and began clearing the table and carrying the
dirty dishes to the kitchen.  The adults went to the living room and
sat on the couches.  Don turned on the television and changed the
channel to the weather station.

In the kitchen, the teens rinsed the dishes and put them into the
dishwasher.  Tom and Brad washed the pans and dried them before
putting them away.  Once they were finished, they went outside and
sat at the tables on the patio.

Jeri and April showed up a little early and joined the teens.  Jack
and Tom began firing questions at the two girls, asking about their
opinion of the yacht.  Jeri and April chuckled at the boy's eagerness
and Jeri took out her notebook.

Kim and Sally moved to the table with their brothers and Jeri and
April.  Jeri flipped open the book and reviewed her notes before
speaking.

"First of all, the yacht is great and I'm not going to say you
shouldn't buy it.  There are a few things I would change, but none of
them are really going to change much.  First of all, the electronics
could be better.  While what's onboard is good equipment, it's over a
year old and there are better units available.

"I spoke with the engineer at the boatyard and he said that he will
give you full credit for the existing equipment.  You will have to
pay the labor to have the replacements installed.  I would add
additional cameras.  The ones in the engine room are fine, but having
a few forward and aft would make docking a lot easier."

"How about the way the yacht performs?" Jack asked.

"As far at the yacht's performance, you would be hard pressed to get
a better performing vessel.  The engines seem to be the right size
for the yacht and they respond very well.  I like the way the
stabilizers work as well as the bow thrusters.  A yacht that size
could use stern thrusters, but they're not a showstopper.  April, why
don't you tell them what you found?"

"Sure, Sweetie," April said.  "The galley needs few things as far as
I'm concerned.  I'd like to see an open broiler added and another
dishwasher.  If you have a large charter, the dishwashers could be
overworked. Having another one would make the galley helps' job
easier.  The linen lockers seem to be sufficient and so does the
laundry.  I would have a second dryer added.  You can wash two loads
to each load you dry.

"When you have a charter, there will be a lot of sheets and towels
in addition to the guests' clothing.  One of the yachts I worked on
had a dry cleaning machine, but I don't think that's necessary.

"I would also have the heads in the three large staterooms changed. 
I think the showers could be larger and a second spray head added. 
It seems that guests these days like large showers.  On the sundeck,
I think you should consider additional seating.  With the grill up
there, I feel the guests will want to dine outside."

Jeri flipped the page on her notebook and read what she had on the
page.  "I think I would get a larger tender for her.  The one they
have is fine, but will require several trips to transport all the
guests to shore.  Many of the ports the yacht will visit won't have a
pier large enough to accommodate her and you'll have to moor her in
the harbor and use the tender.  A larger tender could double as a
fishing boat also.

"Ideally, you could keep the tender you have and get a second one to
use when needed.  It wouldn't be able to be hoisted on deck, but it
can be towed."

"Anything else?" Kim asked.

"Not really, Kim.  There are a few things that I would change, but
they're personal choices, things I would like, but not necessary,"
Jeri said.

Sally glanced at her brother and then at Jack.  She asked if she
could talk to them alone and stood up.  Kim followed her cousins and
brother to a spot out of Jeri and April's earshot.  After the four
teens talked for a few minutes, they returned to the table and sat
back down.

"Jeri, April, we've decided we're going to need a captain and chief
steward.  We were wondering if you two would be interested in the
jobs," Sally said.  "We all like you guys and feel we could learn a
lot from you."

Jeri glanced at April and the two girls smiled.  They had already
talked to Don and Marc about working on the yacht and had discussed
it between them.  They both agreed they would accept the jobs if they
were offered to them and if they could come to the proper financial
arrangements.

"April and I would be interested if we can all agree on wages and
duties," Jeri said.

Kim jumped up and ran into the house.  She stopped to talk to her
dad and uncle, telling them about the fact they were about to make an
offer to Jeri and April.  When Kim asked her dad and Uncle Marc if
they wanted to come out and be part of it, they both declined.  Kim
giggled and ran to her room to get her notebook computer.

Kim, Sally, Jack and Tom had spent some time researching what
captains and chief stewards were paid.  Kim had recorded the
information on her computer and needed it to continue talking with
Jeri and April.  After grabbing the computer, Kim headed back out to
the patio.

Kim sat in her chair, opened the computer and turned it on.  Jeri
and April watched with big smiles on their faces as Kim waited for
the computer to boot.  Once it was up, Kim opened the spreadsheet she
and the others had worked on.

"We have been researching how much captains and stewards make on
charter yachts and want to make you two an offer," Kim said.  "Before
we do, we want you guys to know that the offer has several perks
other than money.  Our parents bought a house in West Palm Beach and
we would want you to live there.  The house has a seawall that is
large enough to accommodate the yacht.  The living quarters will be
part of the package."

"I didn't know your parents were looking at houses down here," Jeri
said.  "When did this come about?"

"I don't know," Jack said.  "Apparently it's a property that Mr.
Stone found out about and told our parents."

"West Palm Beach is a really nice area, especially for a home on the
water," April said.  "What kind of house is it?"

Sally giggled and replied, "A big house, bigger than this one.  It
has a guesthouse and everything.  Above the garage is an apartment. 
That's where you two will live.  My dad said it belongs to some rock
group that got into trouble and had to sell it."

April looked at Jeri and then at Sally.  "You're not talking about
Dragon Fire's house are you?"

"I don't know, hold on a minute and I'll check," Sally said as she
got up and headed for the house.

When she asked Jerry about the mansion and who used to own it, he
confirmed it was the rock band April mentioned.  She ran back outside
and told April she was right about the old owners.

"You've got to be kidding," April said.  "I've been to that house a
few times."  She looked at Jeri and grinned.  "Becky used to work
there, remember?"

Jeri nodded and said, "Yes, I remember.  She used to live in the
apartment.  As I recall, the living room is bigger that our apartment
and the bedrooms are huge too."

"We haven't seen the house yet," Kim said.  "We only know what our
parents told us about it."

"Anyway," Jack said.  "The apartment is part of the package.  We are
willing to offer Jeri thirty six thousand and April thirty thousand a
year plus benefits.  We will provide health insurance as well as a
few other things.  We have to wait until Mr. Stone draws up the
contracts before we know about all the benefits."

Jeri and April told the teens they would think about it and got up
to be alone.  They walked down to the Viking and returned about
twenty minutes later.

"We'll accept your offer," Jeri said.  "When can we start?"

"We're going to go and take care of the paperwork on the yacht
tomorrow," Tom said.  "I don't know when the house will be ready, but
knowing our dads, it won't be long.  We'll want you to help us
oversee the completion of the yacht."

Jeri and April both nodded and then started to giggle.  They
couldn't contain their excitement any longer.  The two girls had
dreamed of getting a job on the same yacht, a permanent job, and now
their dreams were coming true.  The offer was fair, but with the
addition of the living quarters, it was more than they could have
hoped for.

"We won't let you guys down," April said.  "Jeri and I have always
talked about getting a gig like this, but never thought it would come
to fruition."

"One other thing you'll have to do is teach us all about the charter
business.  Tom and I want to learn how to operate the yacht," Jack
said.

"No problem," Jeri said.  "April and I will show you everything we
know.  We know that you guys want to run the business eventually, but
until then, we'll do all we can."

"Thanks, Jeri," Tom said.  "We're all looking forward to this
venture."

The teens talked with Jeri and April for a little longer and invited
them to come to the boatyard the next day when they bought the yacht.
Both of the girls agreed to go, once again thanking the group for the
offer.

"We're all going to South Beach this afternoon," Kim said.  "Do you
two want to come with us?"

"Sure, it will give us a chance to get to know one another a bit
better.  I have to tell you it feels a little strange being hired by
you guys," Jeri said.

"Why?" Jack asked.

"I don't know.  In the past, I've always met with men that were much
older than me.  Now I'm going to be working for you guys," Jeri said.

"I think you'll find us fair and easy to get along with," Sally
said.  "We are hiring you as the captain and we know that you're the
boss when we're onboard.  We want to learn and the only way to do
that is listen."

"You guys are very bright for your ages," April said.  "I've worked
for a lot of owners that want to run the show when we're out on a
charter, owners that don't know too much about their yachts.  If you
do what you say, you'll not only learn, but you'll have a lot of fun
too."

"That's what we want, to have fun," Tom said.

Once they were through, Kim put her computer away.  The teens
gathered the things they wanted to take to the beach and went to tell
their parents goodbye.  Jack drove the van, following Jeri's
directions.  When they got to Miami, Jeri asked if they wanted to go
to the topless beach.

"Why not," Megan said.

Jeri told Jack where to park and the group got out of the van.  They
went to the beach and changed into their suits.  When they came out
of the changing house, they walked along the sand until they found a
place to spread out the blankets and stretch out in the sun.  The
girls removed their tops and relaxed in the sun.  Tom had brought his
camera and began to take pictures of the girls as they sunned
themselves.

Paul and Brad coated Kim and Sally with lotion, being careful not to
touch the girls' breasts.  April had warned them about that type of
contact and the fact it was frowned on by the police.  The teens
along with April and Jeri enjoyed the afternoon on the beach.  They
swam in the ocean and walked along the edge of the water, taking
turns watching their belongings.  At about four, the group decided to
get something to eat.

While they sat in the small café, Jack quizzed Jeri about learning
to drive the yacht and the overall operation.  Jeri answered the
nonstop questions and chuckled as Jack and Tom began to ask about
some of the destinations they could visit.

Kim and Paul were listening as the two older girls told the teens
about some of the ports they had visited while working on other
yachts.  Paul had his hand on Kim's leg and was softly stroking her
inner thigh.  When he slipped his hand under the short skirt Kim wore
as a cover up, she grinned at him and pushed his hand away.

Leaning over to Paul, Kim whispered, "Later, okay?"  Paul nodded and
put his hand back on Kim's knee.

After lunch, the group strolled down the walk and window-shopped. 
Most of the stores were open, even though it was a holiday.  Sally
spotted a cute outfit on a manikin in one of the store windows and
went inside to check it out.  Kim went inside with her cousin while
the rest of the group waited outside.

"If she likes it, Sally will be out asking me for money," Tom said. 
"I don't know why my sister doesn't carry any money with her."

Lisa squeezed Tom's arm and said, "Why should she, she has big
brother to give her anything she wants."

"Is that a problem?" Tom asked.

"Not at all, in fact I think it's cute," Lisa told Tom.  "Sally is
very lucky to have someone that cares for her as much as you do."

"Sounds like Kim and Jack," Megan said.  "She can always count on
her brother to take care of her."

Jeri smiled and turned to the two girls.  "Kim and Sally are very
lucky, so are you two."

"We know," Lisa said.  "These two guys are the best.  We just like
to tease them."

A few minutes later, Sally came out of the store and asked her
bother for money.  Tom handed her a credit card and she bounded back
into the store.  Both Sally and Kim were carrying bags when they came
out of the store.

"You owe Tom fifty-five dollars," Kim told Jack as she passed him.

Jack shook his head and laughed.  Megan hugged his arm and pulled it
against her side.

"Sometimes I feel like I can't compete with your sister, Honey,"
Megan said.

"You don't have to, Megan.  I love you and you know it," Jack replied.

"I know you do, but I know you love Kim too.  I just don't want to
lose you, Jack."

"You don't have to worry about that, Sweetie.  While I love my
sister, it's different from the way I love you."  Jack stopped Megan
and turned her so she was facing him.  "I feel for my sister the same
way you do for Lisa."

Megan looked a little stunned.  "It's different with her, Jack.  Why
would you say that?"

Jack smiled.  "I can see it in your eyes and in the way you act when
you're around her."  Reaching out, he put his hands on Megan's
shoulders, pulled her to him and gave her a tender kiss.  "Megan, you
have a big heart, big enough for Lisa and me.  I don't feel
threatened by your relationship with Lisa and I hope you don't feel
threatened by my relationship with Kim."

Megan stood quietly and listened to Jack.  She had known how her
boyfriend felt about his sister from the beginning.  She also
remembered promising him that she would never come between them, but
now she wondered.  Megan wondered if it was the way she felt about
Lisa or the way Jack felt about Kim that made her uneasy.

"Jack, when you come down here to check on the yacht do you think
you could bring me once in a while?"

"Sure, Megan.  Anytime you want to come.  Tom, Kim, Sally and I have
been talking about asking you to help us with the bookkeeping.  We
don't know anything about budgets and all that stuff."

Megan smiled.  She was worried that once Jack, Kim and their cousins
owned the yacht, he wouldn't have time for her.  Now she was excited
and knew that she was being included.

"I'll be glad to help you and the others, Jack."  Megan stretched up
and kissed his lips.

"We better catch up with the rest of the gang," Jack said as he took
Megan's hand and began to walk briskly down the walk.

Jack and Megan found the rest of the group outside another store. 
Brad and Paul were looking at the display and making comments about
the string bikinis on display.  When Jack and Megan walked up to
them, Kim glanced at her brother and smiled.

"Well guys, I think it's time we headed for home," Tom said.

The rest of the teens agreed and they all headed back toward the
van.  As they walked along the busy street, Jeri and April held
hands.  They talked about working on the new yacht and the
unbelievable opportunities that lie ahead for them.

Once they reached the van and got in, Jack started for the mansion
they were staying at.

"Have you guys thought of a name for the yacht yet?" Jeri asked.

"Yeah, we have.  We wanted to know how you felt about the name
before we made our final decision," Tom replied.

"I'd be happy to offer my opinion," Jeri said.  "What do you have in
mind?"

"Tomiko," Kim said.  "Megan said it means child of wealth in
Japanese."

"We thought about doing the interior in a Japanese thyme," Sally
said.  "Not to the point it's gaudy, but some of the drawings and
colorful things.  We also thought about having kimonos made with the
yacht's name on them and giving them to the guests."

"Tomiko, Tomiko," April repeated.  "I think it's a great name and I
love the kimono idea.  I just wouldn't go overboard with the
decorating."

Jack glanced at Megan and then in the rearview mirror.  "Okay then,
Tomiko it is.  We can tell Mr. Stone tomorrow so he can start the
documentation process."

Kim, Sally, Tom and Jack all repeated the name of their yacht to
themselves as they rode toward home.