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   When Jenna and her masseur, Mario got to the courtyard, Mario
immediately saw his wife at one of the tables and went to join her.  Jenna
stayed in the doorway, unsure of what to do.  Thinking about it though,
Mario hadn't seemed concerned about his wife seeing who he had been with so
why should she be concerned.  Actually, she was more concerned about
herself and being seen by the wife, who probably knew what had just
happened with her husband and her seeing who it had happened with.  Well,
not exactly what had happened but the general category of what had probably
happened.  So, she waited a couple of minutes and then went to an empty
table, checking to see if Robert was there yet.  He wasn't.

   The server was quickly there and Jenna asked for and received a glass of
wine.  Now there were two questions filling her mind.  The first, where was
Robert and what was he doing -- or who was he doing?  Oh, lord, she
thought.  She'd never had thoughts like that before, "who" someone was
doing, let alone her own husband.  What had happened to her?  The second
question was, what had she just done?  The massage was Mario's idea and she
could blame him for what happened.  Of course, getting naked had been her
idea.  Her "just doing something nice for Mario" idea.  Innocent enough. 
Guh, how was getting naked being innocent?

   It had been exciting for sure.  She had been topless twice before today,
but now she had been totally naked, alone in a room with a strange man. 
And he was naked too with something she had never seen before.  At least
nothing anywhere near that big.  And, she told herself, the massage was
very relaxing and pleasant until . . .  She took a deep breath.  It had
been very pleasant, right to the end.  She had never felt quite like that
before.  It hadn't been making love either.  It was just sex, having sex,
enjoying sex.  She was going crazy.  She and Robert had agreed that if
there was anything they felt uncomfortable with, they could just leave
and go to their room or somewhere else.  She shook her head.  Evidently,
she hadn't felt uncomfortable with what had happened.  On the contrary, she
had felt very unwilling to stop once it got to where it shouldn't have
gone. How could she explain all that to Robert?  And where was Robert,
anyway?

   She looked up to realize she had drained her glass of wine and it was
being refilled again.  The wine had probably been the main problem.  All
the wine in the courtyard and then more in his room.  She knew what wine
did to her even though she hadn't experienced it very often.  It just shut
down the regular day-to-day Jenna and let someone else out.  It was like
Dr. Jekyll and Mr.  Hyde.  It had happened that one time in Robert's
parent's house.  Wine with the nice dinner and, despite their determination
to be virgins on their wedding night, it had happened very quickly in that
little basement room.  And now it had happened here as well.  It was just
sex, she kept telling herself.  They hadn't kissed or anything that even
hinted at love making.  Love making was for Robert.  This was just sex,
just fun.  She knew if he didn't get here soon, she'd be a raving basket
case, a candidate for a strait jacket.

   At last here he came, walking with a rather tall, very attractive lady
who had to be forty years old.  And they were coming right to her table.

   "Hi, Jen.  This is Marjorie." He had a very nonchalant smile on his
face. Was this the woman who he'd . . .  whatever he'd done?

   "Hello," Marjorie said very pleasantly.  "I was just very anxious to
meet the lady your Robert is married to.  I'm sure we'll be seeing each
other sometime during the rest of the week.  You are here for just a week,
aren't you?"

   "Yes, just a week," Jenna replied, feeling very self-conscious.

   "See you later, then," and Marjorie was headed toward another table at
the far end of the courtyard.

   Now Jenna looked at Robert, a questioning and rather unsmiling look that
made him very uneasy.  Had she just gone to a room and sat and talked for
the whole time while he had . . .  well, done what he had done?  He had a
twinge down below when he thought about what he had been doing.  But if she
hadn't, what was going to happen and what was he going to tell her?  What
was she going to tell him?  She was sitting here with no man around and he
had no idea how long she had been sitting there.  She hadn't come back to
their room -- lord, that would have been awkward.  But what HAD she been
doing?  An awkward silence as they stared at each other, unspoken questions
crossing the space between them, unspoken answers filling their minds.  Who
would go first?

   "You might as well sit down," Jenna finally said.  "You look silly just
standing there looking at me."

   Robert sat down.  For the past hour or hour and a half, however long it
had been, he hadn't been thinking about what he'd say when he saw Jenna
again.  Likewise, in her own self-analysis, she hadn't given a thought to
what she'd say.  Yet, as she looked at him, she knew she loved him, more
than ever now, and she was determined to get things started, even if they
didn't progress well.

   "Well, shall we sit here and talk or should we go to our room?"

   He wasn't sure he was ready to go to the room that he had just left
quite yet.  "Let's stay here.  You can have wine and I'll have more
Wernesgruber.  A few more people had wandered into the courtyard, evidently
their evening activities concluded, and the server was getting a little
busier and they had to wait for the beer and the additional wine so they
were just looking around a little self-consciously as they waited.  At last
the beer was there and the wine glass was full again and it was time to get
started.

   "Who goes first?" Jenna asked quietly.

   Robert took a deep breath.  "I'm not sure."

   Suddenly Jenna had a solution.  She reached into the pocket of her
shorts and took out the penny she had gotten from Mario.

   "I'll flip and if it's the queen that's up, I'll go first.  If it's the
other side, you go first." Robert looked amazed, but nodded.

   She flipped the coin and it landed on the table, rolled for a second and
stopped, the queen being up again of course.  "Damn coin," she thought.

   "Can I see that?" Robert asked.  She handed it to him.  He could see
that it was an English penny and he knew that Jenna didn't have any English
money.  It had to be part of the story she was about to tell.

   "May I ask you something before I start?"

   "Sure."

   "When we started tonight, we said that if anything happened that we were
totally uncomfortable with, we'd just leave and go back to our room.  Since
I met Marjorie, can I assume that didn't happen with you?" She was trying
to get a response that would help her decide just what she would tell
Robert.  Not that she would lie to him.  But, like the oath you take in
court.  Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, etc.  She could
tell the truth, but not the WHOLE truth if she had to.

   "I love you, Jenna.  I do, with all my heart and soul.  No, I didn't do
that.  And when it's my turn I'll tell you everything that happened and if
you hate me, I guess I deserve it."

   That one ripped through her like jagged harpoon.  She took his hand.  "I
love you too, you know that, so here goes."

   She led him through her tale, how polite Mario had been, a little about
Mario, how he had given her wine.  "You know what happens with me and
wine," she said.  Robert glanced at her glass.  He did for sure, and had
seen her suck down quite a bit so far this evening.  That might explain
what she was going to say, whatever that might be.  She told him she
thought everything that happened was her fault because she had started it.
Now Robert was wondering where this was going but, he also knew that he had
a story to share as well and . . .  He waited for Jenna to go on.

   She told him about her decision, really based on not wanting to totally
disappoint Mario, who had a beautiful smile and was so kind and polite, who
also may have been expecting a hot and, well you know kind of a night.  So,
she had gotten naked and so had he.  She told him about the coin.  Then she
got to the part about the massage, how good it felt, how complimentary he
was and then how one thing had led to another and . . .  She stopped and
looked at Robert.  She had to tell him.  He actually looked expectant.  So,
she told him what had happened.  She hadn't mentioned size yet, but she
finally told him about that too.  She realized that she was breathing a
little harder than normal as she finished.  Although it was hard to do, she
told him about how it was just sex.  They had never kissed or anything like
that.

   Robert leaned across the table and gave her a big hug.  "Nothing is your
fault," he said thoughtfully.  "It's all my fault for booking this trip. 
It was my mistake that caused all this to happen." He took a deep breath.
"And neither of us said enough, and left and went somewhere else." She
nodded in agreement, not sure she was agreeing with all of it but enough so
she wasn't feeling so guilty any longer.  At the same instant she realized
that Robert was going to tell her his story.  Her story, his story.  She
didn't know what it was going to be but her imagination was working.  She
had met Marjorie.  She was older, much more experienced and Robert was
getting ready to tell her about his time with Marjorie.  She took a deep
breath.

   "I'm not sure quite how to start.  Nothing in my life had prepared me
for this." He paused for a second.  "She told me when we got to our room
that she was weird, and that's the reason that she and her husband came
here every year, so they could be weird with other people as well.  She
said she knew just from looking at me that this was all very new to me and
to not think that the rest of life was going to be like her weirdness. 
Jenna, I was scared.  You saw her.  She's a pretty good-looking lady for
being 41 years old.  Forty one, Jenna.  Not quite old enough to be my
mother but not too far from it.

   When we walked in, she just stripped her clothes off and told me to get
ready.  I almost did what we talked about, you know, telling her to leave
and that I didn't want to keep going.  But you know what?" He paused again.
"Stupid curiosity.  Stupid engineering curiosity.  I wondered what the heck
she was talking about and the only way to find out was to stay and have her
stay too.  So, I did.  I took my clothes off too and she had a little bag
with her and took out a bottle of chocolate syrup.  Then she, well, started
playing with my cock.  You're the only one who's really ever played with
it, Jenna, so it was really strange.  Is it okay that I'm telling you this?

   Jenna was actually anxious to hear more.  "Sure, keep going."

   Robert seemed relieved.  "Well, she took some of the syrup in her hand
and smeared it all over my cock.  It was weird, just like she said.  And
then she said that she loved to suck cock but she hated the salty taste so
she put chocolate on so she could enjoy it.  And then she just started
sucking and, god Jenna, it felt so good.  Soooo good.  I don't know why."

   "Because it was different and strange and that made it exciting. 
Exciting for both of us.  We're used to vanilla and this was Neapolitan."

   "I guess," he said, looking back at her.  "Listen, I'm just going to
tell you this like it happened and if you hate me, you'll just have to hate
me." He had a sort of frantic look on his face.

   "Do you hate me?" she asked quietly.

   "No, of course not."

   "It's a deal then, I won't hate you either.  So just keep telling."

   "Okay.  Well, like I was saying, she kept licking and sucking and
getting all the chocolate and I was about to go nuts and, well," he
shrugged, "I was ready to cum.  And she stopped and said she needed more
chocolate.  She got that bottle and spread the chocolate around again and
started sucking and licking and when I was ready again, she stopped.  More
chocolate, she said, and the same thing.  Four times she did that, Jenna,
four times and I was nearly nuts.  Couldn't get my breath and she'd just
smile and smear on more chocolate and then make me crazy again.  On the
fifth time, she stopped again, looked at me and then said, oh go ahead and
just used her hand and I shot all over her, in her hair, face on her boobs.
She just smiled and asked if that was good.  All I could do was grunt." He
was just shaking his head and looking at Jenna.  She was thinking a little
about Mario and wondering if she could have even gotten that thing in her
mouth.  She couldn't believe she was actually thinking that and, even
worse, was wishing she had at least tried it.  And she was trying to
picture Marjorie sucking on Robert's cock.

   "Then she said that I needed time to recover so why didn't I just do
her. She spread her legs and, um, well, pulled herself wide open and told
me to go ahead.  It was so weird.  Kind of like going to the grocery store
or something.  Here, do this, now do that.  Anyway, I did and pretty soon
she came.  I just kind of waited for her to tell me what was next and she
went to work on me again and when I was ready, she climbed on and we had
sex." He stopped and stared at Jenna.  "It wasn't Jenna sex, you know." She
smiled back at him, very happy to hear him say that.  "Then it got really
weird in a different sort of way.  When we were through, she climbed off of
me and went to her bag and got out a big notebook.  She leafed through it,
then told me I was number 74 and, after looking a little more, I was the
seventh Robert.  She explained that she liked to keep the book and fill it
with information about the guys she had sex with.  And, she started asking
me questions.

   "Where are you from?  How long have you been married?  Were you a virgin
when you got married?  How often do you have sex?  Do you do oral?  Do you
do anal?  Does she like to be tied up?  Does she like to be spanked?  Do
you do golden showers?  Do you do threesomes or swing?  Do you like to have
sex in public?  I was trying to answer even though I don't think I was sure
what she was talking about half the time.  All the questions are what took
me so long to get back out here."

   "Did you enjoy it?" she asked very directly.

   Robert looked away.  "I guess.  Some things felt good for sure.  But . .
.  "

   "Ready to go back to the room?" Asking that, she had a very special grin
on her face.  She knew he saw it.

   "Let's go," he said and they headed for the room.

   While Robert fiddled with the little door card, Jenna was getting naked,
right in the hallway.  Robert's eyes got wide when he saw her.  Once inside
she was taking his clothes off of him very quickly and he was squirming.

   "Let me run and take a shower first," he pleaded half-heartedly.

   Remembering, she said.  "No, no, not yet," and quickly she had him in
her mouth to a deep groan from him.  He does taste different, she thought,
so that must be Marjorie.  She had done a good job on him as there was not
a hint of a chocolate taste.  When his breathing got much more rapid and
his groans closer together, she stood up and pushed him to the bed and
down. She climbed up and straddled him, must to his surprise.  This was a
different Jenna.

   "This is Jenna sex," she said.  "Would you like that?"

   "Please," he gasped out as she slid him into a very warm and wet tube
that may have not been quite as tight as usual, but he didn't notice nor
complain.  She began to move, up then down, a gentle slap as she bottomed,
a little rocking motion from side to side, then up again and down.

   "You liking this Jenna sex?" she asked seductively as she slowly began
to pick up the pace.  Robert just closed his eyes and began moving his hips
in time with hers.  Enough of an answer she decided as she bent and kissed
him.  Her tongue probed and his mouth opened with a groan she could
actually feel.  Quickly his arms were around her neck and he squashed her
against him.  About two more pumps and suddenly she was on her back and
Robert was over her, slapping against her hips as now it was his turn and
he was pumping harder and faster than he ever had before.  Suddenly his
head was back, a final long groan and he erupted inside of her, over and
over and then some more.  It seemed he just knew what was needed after that
and he rolled off of her and his finger went to work, for about 15 seconds
before she had an orgasm even better than the one she'd had earlier.

   They lay on the bed, both exhausted and not wanting to move.  Finally,
she rolled to her side and kissed him on the cheek.

   "Was that good Jenna sex?"

   There was no answer for a few seconds.  "I don't know.  I'll have to
wait till my body stops twitching and tingling and my nerves stop firing to
let you know.  But I think the answer is going to be yes."

   "Even after Marjorie, are you still game?"

   "If tomorrow night, when we're done, I come back here and get more of
the same Jenna sex I got tonight, I'm still game.  You?"

   She was remembering and wondering.  "Sure.  Plenty of Jenna sex left in
me."

   Jenna woke up first and just lay there, watching Robert sleep.  She
couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.  His time with Marjorie
didn't seem to match at all her time with Mario.  They were both kind of
equal in things like that, sexual things, and she was sure most of his
answers to Marjorie's questions had been no.  Her time with Mario had been,
well, surprising, and she had to admit, pretty exciting.  Even now, as she
thought about it, she could hardly believe it had happened.  This whole
time, part of one day and yesterday seemed like some kind of fantasy,
something you might dream about.  But here were people actually living it.
She and Robert were actually living it.  And today was another day and they
were still here and would be living this day as well, whatever it might be.
She wondered if there was anything that would make her say no and just
leave what was happening.  She had to giggle at that since she was sure
there were LOTS of things that could make that happen.

   She was thinking and remembering last night.  There was a question
rattling around in her head.  She knew how to answer it but wasn't sure she
wanted to.  Maybe.  She had been thinking about everything and maybe she
could.  Robert was still sleeping.  She slid her hand across her belly and
between her legs.  Slowly she pushed it inside her, but just barely.  It
was enough.  A deep breath and she brought that finger to her lips and
tasted.  It was just a small taste but did seem a little different than
Marjorie had tasted.  She decided that maybe she was the weird one but
still, she was just curious, and she wasn't even an engineer, like Robert.
She had certainly discovered that cocks came in different sizes, just as
Robert had told her.  No reason why women wouldn't taste differently as
well.

   Robert stirred and she gave him a kiss.  "Morning already?" he said as
he finally opened his eyes.  The smile she got nearly made her melt.  "I
know you," he said.  "Best sex partner I've ever had." Before yesterday he
could have said, 'only sex partner I've ever had'.

   "Ditto," she answered.  "Ready for some breakfast and another day?"

   They dressed for breakfast, Jenna smiling at that.  Everyone did it even
though nearly all of them would be naked soon after.  They ate, Jenna
wondering how food could taste so good when it didn't seem that much
different than what they had at home.  Just the atmosphere she guessed. 
After breakfast they just walked around for a while, trying to get a good
overall view of the resort.  Naturally, it was hot and sunny and it wasn't
long before the cool breezes of the beach and the salty water were
beckoning them.  Jenna changed into her new suit and Robert into that neon
thing again.  As they approached the beach Jenna could feel herself
beginning to tingle.  When they found their spot, she was quickly topless,
now the fourth time in her life.  Robert was looking around when he
realized that he was with a totally naked wife as she was tossing the
bottoms of her suit onto the towel.  She raised her eyebrows and looked at
him and he knew what was required.  Quickly, the naked couple were heading
for the water.

   Of course, once in the water Jenna plunged in and swam away just as
she'd done yesterday and Robert was left to contemplate and watch the
waves, and to watch Jenna's cute butt bobbing in the distance.  In a few
minutes she was back, grinning and telling him how much better the water
felt when she had no suit at all.

   "Going to be trying that at the neighborhood pool when we get home?"

   She grinned, devilishly.  "I might.  Would you claim me if I did?"

   "I don't know, I might do more than claim you." She giggled at that.

   Some time spent just relaxing, then the snack bar for lunch, both still
naked of course.  Robert couldn't help looking around at some of the
females gathered there to eat.  It didn't take him long to realize that
might not be the best idea.  He wasn't quite used to the nudity yet and he
could feel himself reacting to what he was seeing.  It didn't help at all
when Jenna reached over and squeezed it, whispering that he needed to calm
down.  She couldn't help but laugh when she said it.  Of course, she was
checking out some of the men as well, but her reactions were a little less
visible than his.  Also, she couldn't help but think about what might be
coming tonight and, if it was like last night which she suspected it might
be, then she'd be with a man and Robert with a woman and it might be one of
those sitting right here at the bar eating.  So, she was looking at both
men and women and filing things away.

   She noticed a movement across the bar and looked.  It was Mario, subtly
waving at her.  There was a very pale but attractive red head sitting next
to him.  Jenna wasn't sure what English ladies looked like but thought this
one maybe looked English, or perhaps Irish.  Whatever it might be, she was
certainly very pretty and Jenna's ego swelled just a mite.  She remembered
him telling her she was stunning and, if he felt that way about her with a
wife like that, she couldn't help but be flattered.  Of course, he might
have just been, what do the guys say, "trying to get into her pants," but
she had no pants on so that couldn't have been it.  She almost blushed just
from having that thought.  Instead, she giggled quietly.

   The day passed a little differently than yesterday had since Both Jenna
and Robert knew a little more of what to expect from the evening.  A short
nap followed lunch with a quick trip to the beach before dinner.  A shower,
getting dressed and they headed to the courtyard for dinner and . . .

   When they sat down at a table, they were quickly joined by the same
couple who had been with them last evening.

   "Well, was it what you expected?" the lady asked.  They had learned that
her name was Adrienne and her husband's name was Claude.  Very French they
had decided.

   Jenna looked at Robert and he at her.  She decided to answer.  "We had
no idea what to expect so, I guess we were a little surprised.

   "I hope it turned out well for you both," Claude replied.

   "Very different than what we're used to," Robert chipped in.  "Very
different."

   "Are you staying for the entertainment tonight then?" Adrienne asked a
little coyly.

   "Yes, definitely," Jenna said.

   "It must not have been too terribly different then," Adrienne came back
quickly, "or maybe you've found this different to be entertaining.  We
have."

   Jenna knew she was blushing slightly.  "I guess we have too," she said
quietly to Robert's emphatic nod.

   "That's wonderful, then.  Hopefully we'll see you again next year. 
We're here this week every year."

   As Adrienne was talking, Robert couldn't help but think back to last
night when Marjorie had told him he was the number 74 entry in her book. 
He looked around at the other couples.  He and Jenna had a number one in
their books . . .  if they decided to keep a book.  How long would it take
to get to 74 and would number 74 for him be like he had been to Marjorie,
obviously just another entry in her book.  He hoped not, but he was hoping
for something a little different than Marjorie tonight.  Something a little
more Jenna-esque maybe.

   The lady with the wine bottle appeared and Jenna's glass was quickly
filled.  He wondered how long it would take her to empty this one and how
many more she'd empty before the night was over.  He liked it when she had
a little extra wine during the evening.  It made his nights more
interesting.  And he was sure it would make someone else's night very
interesting very soon.  He ordered another Wernesgruber as he had really
enjoyed it last night.  All of them actually.  He might have to see if he
could find it locally when he got back home.

   As they ate, Jenna couldn't help but look at Claude.  He was here and,
if he stayed for the evening's activities, he could end up being her
partner.  She tried to picture that.  She remembered the beginnings of a
belly she had seen last evening when they all got topless.  She also
remembered Adrienne's huge, but saggy boobs and realized that Robert could
be with her as well.  She was trying to picture having sex with Claude as
she ate her dinner and hoped it wasn't making her blush.  She wondered what
his thing might look like.  She might find out.  Or the man at the next
table, with the long pony tail.  Or the body builder she had held onto
during the bunny hop last night.  That was a scary thought.  All those
muscles.

   There would be no bunny hop introductory dance tonight, just straight to
business.  Well, more pleasure than business of course.  The man was at the
PA again.

   "Okay, let's get started.  Women to my left and men to my right."
Jenna's turn to move.  The changing was done and took perhaps four or five
minutes to get everyone straight.  "Number off like you did last night."
The numbering went much smoother tonight and it was determined that there
were 35 in each group, one more than last night.  Evidently some couple had
gotten a little braver, or had just decided, what the heck.  He checked
with a lady standing beside him and she disappeared for a second, then ran
to the other end and disappeared for a second time.  "We try to keep this
matching process much like children's games," he said with a laugh.  "We
had to make a slight adjustment as there is one more than last night. 
Okay. Hidden in the bushes along the wall behind me on both ends are little
plastic eggs.  Inside each egg is a number.  Everyone, go to the bushes and
find an egg.  When you have your number, head for the other end and find
someone who has a matching number, hopefully of the opposite sex," he added
with a laugh.  "Tonight, home base is the female's room.  Start searching."

   Jenna headed to the bushes as all the ladies spread out along the length
of the wall.  A little probing in the greenery and she found a purple egg.
She opened it and discovered a little slip of paper with a seven on it. 
Lucky seven she thought.  She hoped, anyway.  She headed the other way
calling out "seven, seven." With 70 people calling out numbers it was
pretty chaotic as she was sure it had been planned.  She hadn't found a
seven yet when she spotted Robert, comparing numbers with a long, lithe
blond that she had noticed at the snack bar.  She was trying to remember
what the rest of her looked like when she and Robert headed off to the door
of the building.  Based on just appearances, it seemed that Robert might be
in for a more enjoyable night.  She kept calling out, "seven, seven," when
she was aware of a big smile headed toward her.  Blond, curly hair, blue
eyes, white teeth, nicely tanned and athletic looking.

   "You are seven?" he said with an accent that she knew was Scandinavian
but had no idea which country.  She was amazed that all of these people
from other countries spoke English.  She spoke English too, but that was
the extent of it.  She held up her little slip of paper.

   "Seven," she said, returning his smile.

   "I am Lars," he said, extending his hand.

   She took his hand.  "Jenna," she answered, still smiling.  Lars was
rather gorgeous.

   "Ah," he said.  "An English name but you are not from England."

   "Oh, no," she answered.  "I'm from the United States."

   "Ah, I hear that now.  Hello, Jenna," he said with a little bow, still
holding her hand.

   She gulped.  What the heck.  "I guess we're partners tonight," she said,
wondering where the words were coming from.

   "Yes, and already I can see that is my pleasure."

   Oh my gosh.  He either had a great line or she was in luck again and he
certainly did have blue eyes.  He quickly switched his hand from the
shaking position to holding her hand.

   "To your room?" he asked gently.

   That's the plan, she thought as she started for the door, Lars right
beside her.

   She opened the door to 203 and went inside, Lars following right behind
her.  She was trying to think how many glasses of wine she'd had with
dinner.  At least three.  Maybe that was enough.  Lars was sure a
good-looking guy.

   "So," he said.  "I'm always curious.  This is my, actually our, second
year here.  How about you?"

   This was getting to be a routine, explaining why they were there.  She
gestured for him to sit down and she joined him, relating the story one
more time.  She watched his eyes get wide.

   "You didn't know, at all?"

   "Not at all," she echoed.

   "And at home?"

   She knew what he was asking even though he didn't say it.  "Not at all,"
she repeated.

   Now he settled back in the chair and looked at her, smiling.  She was
trying her best to decipher that look but didn't seem to be having much
luck.  The thought "fresh meat" flashed through her mind but he hadn't
seemed like that in the, umm, five minutes she had known him.

   "That's interesting," he said, nodding slightly.  "I can't imagine
something like that.  My wife and I came here last year because," he
paused, thinking.  "Because it just seemed to fit with what we wanted to
do. In Sweden, things can be very, loose," he said, a questioning look on
his face.

   So, she thought, he's Swedish.  And, this guy is not just an amateur,
showing up for weekends.  He's a full-time pro.  That thought was a little
disturbing.

   Lars questioned her some more and she was totally fascinated very
quickly with his accent.  She was in someplace very different from home and
here was a man, very different than anything at home.  Soon she was asking
him questions, making him talk so she could listen.  She knew a few guys
with blue eyes too, but she was sure they weren't like Lars' blue eyes.

   It was toward the ending of a beautiful dusk outside and she was
wondering just what was going to happen here, inside.  She saw Lars take a
deep breath.

   "Do you know the patio, out back?" he asked, gesturing.

   "I've seen it," she said, her curiosity now piqued.

   "Let's go out there," he said simply.

   "Outside?" she questioned.

   "It's warm and beautiful and, being from Sweden, I treasure warmth
outside." He said that with a laugh.

   Well, she thought, if he wants to go outside, she could do that.  She
stood up and headed for the door.

   "Oh no," he said quickly and she stopped.  He was grinning at her. 
"Have you been to the beach?"

   "Both days," she replied.

   "What were you wearing there?" he asked, a little teasing quality to his
voice.

   It was her turn to take a breath.  "Nothing," she replied simply.

   "Then let's do that," he said and began taking off his clothes.

   She had been naked at the beach, but this would be different.  This
would be walking through the halls and out the door onto the patio.  There
might be people there as well, who knows?  She bit her lower lip.  What was
he planning to do on the patio, or didn't she want to know that just yet?
Watching him carefully, she began to strip as well.  Soon they were both
naked and she was certainly checking.  He was not Mario.  He was pretty
much the same as Robert.  And, she could see those blue eyes checking her
as well.  Surprising herself, her nipples began to respond to his looking.
All she could think right then was that this certainly was a new Jenna.

   He took her hand and they were out the door.  She had no place to put a
key.

   "It will be fine unlocked," he said.

   Near the end of the hall they passed another couple, fully clothed. 
They smiled and Lars smiled but Jenna was having trouble concentrating and
didn't smile.  She had noticed, before they left the room, that Lars had
complimented her.  At least his partial erection had.  She remembered what
Mario had said.  Soon they were down the stair and on the patio.  They sat
down on two loungers a little off to the side but not far enough that the
server didn't see them.

   "May I bring you something?" she said with a smile.  Just a friendly
smile and not a gawking smile.  Jenna guessed she was used to this.  Maybe
she'd be one day too, but not quite yet.  Lars gestured to her.

   "Some of the white wine they served at dinner would be perfect," Jenna
said, trying to look the server in the eye as if this was an everyday
thing, sitting here with a stranger, the aura of sex hanging in the air. 
Lars nodded at the server in assent.

   In short minutes she was back with two glasses and an ice bucket with a
large bottle (1.5 liter) of wine.

   "I thought I'd bring the whole bottle," she said coyly.  "I thought you
might not want to be disturbed later." Quickly she was gone.  Did she know
what was going to happen?  Did Jenna?

   Lars poured two glasses, handed one to her, then sat down, looking at
her.  She took a rather large sip of the wine and was looking right back at
Lars.  Sitting there naked, looking at a very handsome and also very naked
man, she was wondering what might be coming next.  She found herself hoping
that it wouldn't be just chit-chat.

   Meanwhile, Jenna had been very correct in assuming the rather tall and
lithe blond she saw Robert with had matched his number and they were in the
process of heading to her room.  Not surprisingly, Robert was smiling and
his heart was beating a little faster as he remembered last night and
couldn't help but compare this one to Marjorie.  No comparison -- none at
all.  Nothing had happened yet but this one certainly didn't look like
Marjorie and she had actually kissed him on the cheek when they started to
her room.  She had grabbed his hand and was walking beside him as they went
and he was kind of wishing that she'd just be leading him and he could be
watching that delicious looking and he was sure, wiggling ass that he had
just gotten a glimpse of when they met.

   Once inside her room, she turned to Robert.  "I'm Astrid, and you?"

   "Robert," he answered and couldn't help smiling at the bubbly
personality he was facing.

   "You have clothes on.  Take them off," she said, gesturing.

   "You too," he quickly replied.

   "My room so you have to go first." She was not backing down.

   Robert realized that if he were first, then she would be second and that
would be fine with him as he was already anxious to see what was hiding
under the limited clothes she was wearing.  Stripping was simple for him.
Shirt, shorts, boxers and it was done.  Another bubbly smile from her.

   "Ooohhhh," that's good, she said.

   A good start, Robert thought.  "Your turn," was his quick reply.

   "Would you like me to dance for you while I do it?"

   As far as Robert was concerned, anything she could do short of leaving
the room was fine with him.  "Would be great," he replied, anxious to see
this.

   Now the expression on Astrid's face changed completely, from that bubbly
and giggly look to a very, very sensuous, lip licking look that he knew was
going to make something happen.  Her body began to undulate, her hips
swaying along with the slow and very suggestive lip licking and Robert felt
his erection beginning.  Plus, she was looking directly at it as she moved,
almost like beckoning it to rise up to greet her.

   "You're almost ready, aren't you?" she said suggestively.  "Let me help
it a little."

   Astrid began to sing softly and to dance along with the singing.  She
kicked off her sandals and danced on tiptoes, spinning and actually doing
small leaps.  While spinning she was unbuttoning her blouse and with a
final spin it was off and flying to Robert's lap.  Now he was wondering
just what the lacy red bra was hiding.  Some more spins, some very graceful
arm movements and almost without him seeing how it was done, the bra was
off, and on his lap as well.

   He almost couldn't believe what he was seeing.  Everything that was
visible was smooth, creamy and flawlessly pale.  Astrid's breasts were
certainly not large, just perfectly shaped, standing straight out with a
dark, pink nipples centered in pale, pink areolas.  As she spun and danced,
if they jiggled or moved much at all, he didn't think he could see it. 
Next came her shorts, quickly off with more graceful spins and added to the
growing pile in his lap.  The red bikini undies were all that was left and
she was beckoning to him.  He was quickly up as she was dancing in circles
around him, those perfect breasts just inches away sometimes, her face even
closer.

   "Take them off of me," she whispered as she paused her dance, on tiptoes
and arms straight up above her head.  She was so near that his erection was
oh so close to where those red bottoms were hiding that last thing he
hadn't seen yet.  Doing as he was told, he slowly and carefully slid them
down her legs, his face now within a tongue's length of what had been
hidden, a downy blond triangle that did little to hide what was underneath.
When he straightened up with the panties, she took them from him and
pressed them to his face, careful that the tiny crotch material was at his
nose.  He inhaled deeply, a light but pleasantly musky odor filling his
nostrils.

   "That's me," she said as she stepped closer to him, then right against
him.  Those gorgeous nipples were pressed against his chest and his
erection, that had been pointing upward was now squeezed against her
stomach.  She moved slightly and he felt her hand take hold of it and move
it downward so it was between her legs.  She squeezed her legs together. 
"Tease me," she whispered.  He began to move with gentle in and out strokes
and could feel the head rubbing against her dampness.  She was just his
height and they were eye to eye, her breathing heavy against his face.

   "So close," he said softly.

   "Yes," she murmured.  "So close.  So very close.  Touching."

   The way Lars was looking at her, Jenna knew that it was going to be more
than chit-chat for sure.  His eyes were tracing her body from head to toe
and back again.  And he did it several times.  Slowly he stood up and went
to the ice bucket, then came toward her with a piece of the ice in his
hand. He sat down on the edge of her lounger and slowly rubbed it back and
forth against her lips.  Her tongue came out and licked its cold wetness.
Then it was against her chest and he made a slow, wet ring around one
breast.  When he got to the top the ice cube moved slowly down her breast
until it was on the nipple.  She watched her nipple pop up and the areola
shrink and crinkle.

   "Oh," he said, and moved the ice to the other nipple with the same
result.  He slowly moved the ice cube to his mouth, rubbed it on his own
lips and then it just disappeared.  "They must be cold," he said with a
smile.  "I can fix that." She watched him slide along the lounger, then
bend slowly until her left nipple was in his mouth.  His tongue rolled it
from one side to the other, his eyes fixed on hers.  She was beginning to
have that breathing trouble again and wished she had more wine.  Some
gentle sucking and then he released the nipple.  "Better," he said, then
leaned across and did the same to her right nipple.  "That was so nice I'm
going to do it again, unless someone stops me." Jenna decided she wasn't
about to stop him so she just watched.

   Lars had another piece of ice and brought it to her lips again.  This
time she opened her mouth and took the ice in, along with his fingers.  He
let loose and the ice balanced on her tongue.  No fingers to take it this
time, his head leaned in and his mouth closed on her tongue, and the ice
was gone into his mouth, but only briefly as it was again on her nipples
with that same fascinating result.  Lars was six inches away, looking from
one to the other, his head shaking ever so slightly.

   She felt his erection bumping her leg and she brought her mouth close to
his.  The ice reappeared and this time her mouth took it from his tongue.
She took hold of his very hard cock and gently rubbed the head with the
ice. She wasn't about to miss what she had missed last night.

   Oh, my," she said.  "I think it needs warmed up now." She slid sideways
on the lounger and this time her mouth surrounded the very wet head and
pulled it inside.  She was sure she heard Lars groan.  Now, this wasn't
something she'd done a lot of in her life and she wanted to do it right for
Lars.  As her lips slid down his length, she remembered Robert saying that
as long as you didn't bite, there wasn't much you could do that was wrong.
She moved her lips up and down, her cheeks bowing in on every upward
movement.  She felt Lars hands in her hair.

   "Jenna, so good," he was saying.  "So good, so good, so good." She was
hearing and moving and wondering for she knew what would quickly happen. 
Lars words, where they were, what she had already done made the decision
for her.  She felt him tensing, pulling harder on her hair, thrusting
harder into her mouth and then spurts of liquid hitting the back of her
throat, one after another as she tried to swallow but wasn't quite able and
she felt it running down her chin, dripping onto her breasts as Lars gave a
final thrust and stopped.  He lifted her head, those blue eyes swallowing
her.

   "It's warm now," he said.  "Thank you." A final look and smile and he
quickly stood up, walked to one of the tables and came back with a napkin.
He gently wiped her chin, then her breasts and chest.  "I don't want any
soil on absolute perfection," he said softly, giving each breast a final
caress with the napkin.

   She thought she might explode, from what had happened and what he had
said.  He was probably just trying to seduce her which, obviously, he
didn't have to do as she was well seduced already.  But they did make her
feel very warm and fuzzy inside.  Or maybe it was hot and fuzzy.  She had
just given oral sex on the patio of the resort, and there were others on
the patio too.  Not close and she wasn't sure whether or not they could see
or were looking.  But they were there.  She could see them and . . .  they
were disappearing as Lars was pushing her backward and gently spreading her
legs.  Now she had something else to watch as he was kissing up the inside
of her leg, getting closer and closer.  He gently nuzzled her muff and she
could feel his breath against her femaleness.

   "Jenna, so good," he said again and his tongue began to probe.  She was
tempted to help him but decided to just enjoy whatever happened.  That
thought about being out here in public flashed through her mind again but
was quickly dismissed.  She felt his tongue push between her lips and
slowly press inside her.  Several times in and out and then moving and,
despite being ready for it, her body jolted when he touched her clit.  A
little happy sound came from him and several more times she jolted as the
tongue found that very sensitive spot.  She watched as his hands moved to
her muff, then through it to hold her apart.  Now his tongue was flicking,
over and over and finally, his lips had her, both lips and tongue working
together to raise the ecstasy she was feeling to continually higher and
higher levels.  She felt one of his fingers inside her and realized she had
closed her eyes.  She opened them and could see what he was doing.  More
than seeing, and now hearing herself make some gentle moaning sounds, she
was feeling and it was beginning to happen.  She pulled the little pillow
from behind her and smashed it against her face to muffle what she knew
would soon happen.  It did, and her nerves were firing everywhere in her
body, her hips were rocking, her butt up off the lounger.  She could feel
herself trembling, shaking hard, making noises into the pillow, and then
finally slowing as Lars' lips and tongue were also slowing.

   She couldn't help but echo, "Lars, so good, so good." And couldn't
believe she was saying it.

   Lars sat up, looking at her from head to toe again.  "Such beauty, soft
and smooth and touchable." Another look.  "And soon that's what I want to
do, touch and kiss every bit of it." He stood up and went to the ice
bucket, returning with the wine bottle.  He carefully filled both glasses.
"But we have plenty of time." When he returned, he had a piece of ice.  He
rubbed it gently on her lips, then laid it carefully on the tongue he found
extended there.  Once more his lips surrounded that tongue and then she
could hear him crunching the ice.

   It was touching, indeed, and Robert wasn't sure whether he could stand
it much longer.  His erection between her legs, rubbing her, and him. 
Those green eyes that never seemed to let loose of his eyes.  And now, she
was stepping back, sliding off him.  She quickly looked down.

   "Oh my," she said, a subtle smile on her face.  "Now I've made a mess
and it needs cleaned up." Those green eyes meeting his again, that little
smile.  And he hoped that meant what he thought it might.  Slowly she
slipped down his body until she was staring directly at his erection which
was so intense it was actually throbbing.  That was quickly stopped as her
lips surrounded it to a loud moan from both of them.  He hoped he could
last long enough for her lips to bottom at least once.  More quickly than
he could have imagined, they did.  All the way, her lips against his pubs,
her tongue touching his balls.  Just as quickly it was swinging free and
once more it disappeared totally.  This time it was his moan that broke the
silence.  Not exactly silence as there was a slurping sound as she went
down, then back up.  A few more and it was coming.  He announced it with a
groan and she had it in her hand, pumping and his first shot caught her in
the left eye, the second on her forehead, the third and forth into her open
mouth, the fifth on her breast, the last little bit dribbling over her
hand.

   "You were ready," she said although he knew he hadn't quite been ready
for that.  "Don't move," she said and went into the bathroom, returning
with a towel and cleaning herself up a little.  Then she went to the table
beside the bed, opened and closed a drawer and was back with what Robert
knew had to be a vibrator of some type.  "My turn," she added and lay down
on the bed, spreading those long, lean legs about as wide as they could go.
Those green eyes were still locked on him.

   He saw the switch and flipped it on -- the little device hummed quietly.

   "Don't mess with that one," she ordered.  "Just push it all the way." He
did and the hum was much louder.  "Now, I'll see if I can be faster than
you were."

   Since he had two hands, he used one to press the vibrator against the
clit that was clearly revealed by her spread legs.  The other he used to
press two fingers between those labia that had so recently teased his cock.
They found a very warm and slippery place that he began to explore fully.
He decided he was doing something right, based on the wonderful sounds she
was making and the way her hips were bucking and rolling.  He saw her
reaching for her ankles and when she had them, she pulled hard so she was
spread even wider.  Very suddenly she surprised him as she squealed
sharply, raised her butt high off the bed and almost began to vibrate.  It
lasted for long, long seconds and then she slowly relaxed, letting loose of
her ankles and letting her legs close a little.  Robert removed the
vibrator but left his fingers in place.

   "Don't worry," she said as she was catching her breath.  "There's plenty
of room in there for more than fingers." He loved her accent when she
spoke, but even more, he loved what she was speaking.

   Jenna took another fairly big sip of her delicious wine, enjoying the
tiny buzz that was filling her head.  She was sitting there having just
given and received oral sex . . .  from a very handsome stranger . . .  who
she'd learned was a professional soccer player . . .  on the patio in
public . . .  with others on the patio who could watch if they chose . . .
and the stranger was staring at her from top to bottom . . .  repeatedly .
. .  and she couldn't help but anticipate what might be coming next.  He
had told her at least one thing that he wanted and she wasn't sure she
could even handle that, but was obligated to try.  That made it easier . .
. if she was obligated.  She watched as Lars carefully sat his wine glass
down, then stood and went to the ice bucket before heading toward her.  She
knew at least one thing that was coming.

   He took her wine glass and sat it down away from her.  Jenna watched as
the ice cube went to one nipple which immediately stood tall, drawing the
areola into a smaller, crinkled circle.  It was repeated with the other to
his, "That's so fascinating, as you are as well." In the ritual that had
quickly developed, the ice next caressed her lips, then rested on her
extended tongue which was quickly enveloped by Lars' lips and the ice was
in his mouth being gently crunched there.

   "Now," he said softly, moving beside her.  "I told you before there was
something I wanted to do and this is the perfect time for it." She
certainly remembered what he had said and she was tingling all over in
anticipation.  He started kissing on her forehead as his hands were moving
over other parts of her body.  The kissing moved to her nose, to her ears,
to her chin and his hands slid over her belly, up to her breasts, to her
neck, then down her arms.  Quickly she was having trouble getting her
breath as the kissing and the hands were touching every bit of her skin to
his repeated, "so soft, so smooth." If he was getting her ready for even
more, it was working.  It seemed to go on and on, the touching, the
kissing, his tongue caressing her.  It was so sensual, so tantalizing and
she felt like she was nearly ready to burst into flame.

   "But that's only half," he whispered in her ear, emphasizing it with
another kiss and nibble there.  She saw a quick movement and the lounger
went to flat and he had her hips, turning her over.  More kissing and
touching and then another whisper in her ear.  "You have a beautiful ass,"
as it was being gently squeezed.  Two nights in a row she had heard that.
She was going to have to check that more carefully when she got home.  She
felt kisses there and realized her cheeks were being spread and felt more
kisses in that crack.  She took a deeper breath as she felt a finger on
that little puckered opening, much as she had felt last night.  A harder
push and she gasped.  It had gone in just a tiny bit and was just as
quickly out.

   His lips were at her ear again.  "What's your favorite position," he
asked.  Another tiny gasp from her.  How was she to answer that.  She
didn't really know names or how to describe what she liked.  She was with
Lars, she'd like anything he liked, so that would be her answer.  She
turned her face to his.

   "What do you like," she asked in return.

   "No fair," he replied and she could feel his breath on her face, the
smell of the wine very prevalent.  "We went to your room so your choice. 
Something you're comfortable with." If she wanted to be comfortable, she'd
have stayed in Ohio.  She felt his hand making slow circles on her ass. 
Maybe just like this, she thought.  That would be fine.  Ever so gently she
drew her knees up under her and her ass moved slowly up into the air where
it could be easily seen if anyone was looking.

   "Perfect choice," was his last whisper as he moved away from her face
and behind her, between her legs which she spread as wide as they would go
without slipping off the edge of the lounger.  She hoped it was wide
enough. She felt a gentle slap on one butt cheek followed quickly by a
repeat to the other cheek.  She had to catch her breath.  It sounded loud,
loud enough for patio sitters to hear.  Two more and she was ready for the
preliminaries to end and the final act to begin.  As if on cue, she felt
the curtain opening and the main character entering, sliding in to fill her
all the way.  She could feel him leaning against her hips and back and then
his hand, around her and between her legs, finding that pleasure nub, her
senses so on fire now that there was no extra jerk, just a long, low moan.
His other hand was clutching first one breast and then the other,
stretching the nipples with each touch.  He was moving, his hips bumping
against hers, his one arm not only teasing her clit relentlessly but also
holding her up.  She felt she was just a mass of putty or jello, a moaning
mass of jello.  Lars was kissing her back, licking it too, then sucking
hard as his thrusting sped up.

   "Oh Jenna," he gasped, and just as she was feeling her body explode with
pleasure, he was filling her with multiple shots of hot liquid.  Before she
even realized it, he was slowly collapsing, rolling off of her and to the
ground, she right behind, landing on top of him.  They lay there, panting
and grinning.  She was wondering if someone would be running to help them
get up.  It had been that kind of an evening for sure.  But no one came. 
Lars, unable to help himself it seemed, reached around her and rubbed her
ass.

   "If you can grab the glasses, I'll get the bottle.  No sense wasting
it." He stood up and helped her up, of course slowly gazing at her from
head to foot once more.  "I am very lucky to have the wife I have," he
said, "but someone is very lucky to have you as well.  Perhaps tomorrow I
shall meet him and congratulate him." With all the thoughts of what had
happened racing through her nearly numb mind, now there was one more thing.
What if that happened?  They headed to her room to get dressed and meet
their mates in the courtyard.

   Robert was sure that Astrid spoke the truth.  There was plenty of room
where his fingers had been for something else.  He was getting more anxious
by the moment to test that, just to be sure.  But she seemed in no hurry,
content to torture him it seemed, knowing that eventually it would happen
but at the time of her choosing.  Of course, she had been here before, kind
of knew how things went and he was the anxious rookie, just wanting to get
his urges taken care of.  He had to admit that he had certainly enjoyed
everything she had done so far, and what he had done as well.  If she was
going to torment him with exquisite pleasures some more, he was ready for
that too.

   He had been amazed when she had told him her husband was a professional
soccer player, and not nearly as amazed when she said she had been a dancer
and now taught dancing in Sweden.  That was her accent, even though she
spoke English nearly perfectly.  Being an international, her husband would
almost certainly have needed to learn English.  For her though, it was not
a requirement but she had learned and learned well.  She was looking at
him, grinning.  He wondered . . .

   "What would you like to do now?" she asked teasingly.  Was she kidding?
His boner was sticking straight out, actually tipped upward a bit, he had
had a wonderful orgasm not long ago, had given her one as well.  He was
looking at her, tall and long legged, her pale body and slender-ish figure
nearly perfect.  That was driving him just short of crazy even if he was
only looking at it, and she wondered what he'd like to do now.  She turned
her head to the side, waiting for an answer.

   Robert just shook his head at her, then looked down at his erection.

   "Is that my answer?" she asked.

   "You are delicious.  That's my answer."

   She stood up and walked toward him.  "If I am delicious, then maybe you
should be tasting me," she said very seductively.

   "I thought I just did that."

   "There's way more to taste than just that," she added.  Suddenly Robert
had a breast in his mouth.  It was more than tasty, indeed, matched only by
the other one that quickly took its place.  "They're not that big but,
people tell me they're nice."

   In words muffled by the mouthful he was trying to manage he said,
"People are right."

   "That tickles when you talk with my boob in your mouth," she giggled. 
Robert was seated on a little chair and she now straddled his legs and sat
down on them.  The erection was rubbing on her belly as she purposefully
moved from side to side to torment it.

   "You know you're killing me," he murmured out, afraid that if she kept
that up his second orgasm would ruin everything.

   "There are two of us here and, what's happening is happening to both of
us.  I'm probably dripping on your leg right now." Her face was only inches
from his.  "Anticipation can be enticing," she breathily added.

   "Is that what this is, enticing?"

   "Is it?"

   "Yes, and I dare you to raise yourself just a little off my lap."

   "Ooohhh," she said, and raised just a tiny bit.  His erection was now
touching the top of her very blond muff.

   "A little more," he said, and she raised again, but just a little.  It
was now at the bottom of that blond triangle, tantalizingly close to where
he wanted it to be.

   "More?" she whispered.  He just nodded to that very close face.  She
raised up again and he felt himself slide between her legs.  "Can we do
this no hands?" More torment as he tried to move, to locate where he wanted
to be, to just feel that warm and wet passage surrounding him.  She was
moving too and he could tell she had reached her limit as well and was
actually trying to help him enter her, but still no hands.  She pressed her
belly against his and he rocked his hips a little.  It felt right and she
dropped down, driving him inside of her.  "Is that what you wanted?" she
asked, her breath against his face.

   "And you too," he answered.

   Her hips began to move from side to side.  "My room so I'll take care of
you," she said and was raising herself, then lowering herself on him,
repeating it just a little faster and harder with each movement.  "Who will
come first?" she teased.  He didn't care.  He was somewhere that ecstasy
abounded and knew it would happen, probably fairly quickly in his case.  He
couldn't stop himself from trying to help her, as if he'd want to stop. 
Now she was bouncing almost frantically when she said, "You're going to
lose," and was moaning and just vibrating like she had before.  Robert
didn't lose by much as, before she had slowed completely, he was filling
her -- she felt each burst inside her.  She threw her arms around his neck
and crushed his face against her breasts.

   She leaned back after a few seconds, took his face in her hands and
said, "Well, was it worth it?"

   Tosseled blond hair, green eyes, his diminishing erection still inside
her.  Tormented almost beyond what he could stand.  Was it worth it?

   "You have to ask?" he said.

   She smiled and stood up, looking between her legs.  "Good, it's staying
put so I don't have to worry about that right now.  Shall we dress and
return to the courtyard.  I'd like some more of that wine.

   Clothes were back on, at least some of them, and they made their way
outside.  Robert looked around to see Jenna walking toward them beside a
fairly tall, curly headed blond.  Astrid turned at the same time and smiled
at the man beside Jenna.  There were quick looks back and forth and then
smiles.  Jenna couldn't believe it.  She had thought tomorrow, but it was
happening now.

   "I think what we have here is a . . .  " Lars looked puzzled, searching
for a word.

   "Coincidence," Astrid filled in for him.

   "Yes, that," he added.  Then he looked from Jenna to Robert and back to
her.  Jenna nearly cringed as she knew he was going to say it.  "This is
Robert," she said, helping him a little.

   "And, as I think you know," Lars said, nodding to Robert, "this is
Astrid, my wife.  And, before we go any further, I need to embarrass the
wonderful Jenna just a bit." She knew it was coming and she also knew she
was blushing.  "I need to congratulate you on your choice of a wife," he
said, looking at Jenna.  Oh god, she thought.  What else is he going to
say? But Lars was merciful.  "Don't feel like you have to compliment Astrid
as well.  I know her." He leaned over and kissed her.  "She is the best."

   It was Robert's turn.  "I have to contradict you there just a bit." He
kissed Jenna.  "I know that I have the very best."

   They quickly rounded up two more wine glasses and sat down at a table to
talk about lots of things, but not about tonight.  Jenna would discuss
those things with Robert later.

   And Robert, despite just finishing some wonderful time with a beautiful
blond, was actually anxious to get to their room for some of that wonderful
Jenna sex.