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That had been the first time in many, many years that we had gotten it on without already being totally naked. Ever since we were first married, I had insisted that we always sleep in the buff, whether that be at home, her parents, my parents or in the home of a friend. I can't even remember the last time I fumbled with those devilish hooks on the back of her bra. And here we were, both recovering from a great climax with me still in my shirt and Jan still wearing her sandals.

I was getting in some overtime play with her tits and Jan was diddling with my dong, trying to coax it into a renewed erection, when the phone rang. I was content to just let the damned thing ring, but Jan couldn't resist discovering who it was. Like a moth attracted to a light, she abandoned her efforts with my slowly awakening cock to answer the call.

"Hi, Lisa!... Not much, just talking with Sam... Dinner? Hmmm, I suppose.... Okay...When do you...? Well, okay, we'll be over in a few minutes. What should I bring? You sure? Maybe I could whip up...Okay. Well, how about a bottle of wine? Two bottles? Sure. Red or white?... Okay. You sure you don't want me to...okay. We'll see you guys in a few minutes."

Guess I'll never figure that woman out. She never once looked my way the entire time she was talking to Lisa. If she had, she would have seen me shaking my head, 'no'. We had better things to do. Besides, the last thing I thought she would want to do tonight was to get together with Bill and Lisa. After all, I was under the impression that at the very least, she was having major regrets for the girls' Friday night escapade. Go figure.

"I thought you were upset?" I ventured.

"You forgive me?"

"Look, I had a wonderful time with Lisa. You had a good time with Bill. Right?... We all decided, one way or the other that we'd... do it. Personally, I'd like to do it again sometime... provided we're all in agreement before hand. No more tricky games or anything that could be construed as tricky. We'll be straightforward with each other. Okay?

"Now, do I forgive you? Jan, there's nothing to forgive, except for getting a little ahead of schedule. Frankly in the grand scheme of things, what difference does an hour make?

"Thank you Baby. I was so worried that I might lose you. Losing you, that's one thing I never want to happen."

"You're stuck with me Jan. Now com'ere."

"They're waiting for us."

"So? Let them wait."

"Sam! I told Lisa we'd be right over. Bill put the steaks on the grill. Now, put your pants back on and get a fresh shirt." Jan grabbed her sundress and headed off to do a quick primp, leaving me holding myself on the sofa.

Ten minutes later, I sat on the sofa clad in a new pair of shorts and a fresh shirt, barefoot as it didn't seem necessary to wear shoes of any sort for a casual dinner with Bill and Lisa. Cobwebs began to attach me to the furniture. "I thought you said we had to hurry," I called out.

Jan's soft voice floated down the hallway, "Be there in a minute!"

Five minutes later, she appeared wearing the same sundress she had on earlier, with a neat coiffure and a freshly painted face. Actually she didn't look all that much different than fifteen minutes ago, except her hair wasn't mussed and she was dressed.

"Where are your shoes?" she asked.

"I don't need any shoes," I replied.

"Sam, go put..."

"No! I'm fine. Let's go."

"Get two bottles of red."

"Shiraz?"

"Whatever, Sam. Just get it, you're making us late!"

I didn't argue. What would be the point? With a bottle of Shiraz in each hand, I led the way to our good friends' and neighbors' home, cutting through the backyard.

One glance at Bill and knew I was overdressed. He too was barefoot, but shirtless also. Thankfully he had swimming trunks on. Lisa had her white thong bikini on, the one she wore to entertain me the night before, except she also sported a white sarong made from a gossamer-like material that offered a very good view of what lay underneath.

"It's about time you got your sorry ass over here," greeted Bill with a grin.

"What can I say? We got delayed," I replied.

"Help yourself to a brew unless you want something stronger."

"Beer's fine," I replied as reviewed the selection in an icy tub.

From behind me I heard Bill's voice, "How about you, Doll? Can I get you something?"

There was no answer. I turned and saw that Bill had Jan in a lip lock, one hand squeezing her ass while the other roamed across her back. Breaking his embrace with my wife, he declared, "Ooooweee! That's my kinda woman...braless and no panties!"

Immediately Jan turned a bright shade of red while Lisa castigated him for embarrassing her. Amused with himself, Bill turned to the manly task of putting the steaks on.

Disregarding the open groping of my wife, it was much like many Sunday dinners before. The girls went off to yak it up while Bill and I swilled beer and watched the steaks burn, except that there was an air of expectation about. Expectation... that's not quite right. That implies a degree of subtlety, and as always, Bill was somewhat less than subtle.

"You guys want to mix it up tonight?"

"I don't know. Jan's kind of... uh, moody. I just got her settled down, and I..."

"What's her problem?"

"She feels guilty. I told you that there was a problem."

"Yeah, but she seems to be over it."

"Maybe, but..."

"Relax, Sam, she's fine. Damned near drove her tongue down my throat when I rubbed her ass." He paused to play with the sizzling meat. "Hey, we won't make it an all nighter. I gotta work manana. How 'bout you?"

"Uh, oh yeah. A week on the road and now I'm behind."

"Wanna play a round of golf this week? Say, Wednesday afternoon?"

The change of subjects caught me unawares. How do you mentally, in a single bound, go from discussing a wife swap to golf? All this time I thought it was Jan's specialty to deliver me a disorienting whiplash while I tried to follow her train of thought, but Bill was right up there with her.

"Look, golf's fine, but I don't know about..."

"How do you like Lisa's outfit? Gives me a hard-on. You know, she's wearing that for you... wants another go at your pecker," he laughed. "Oh, here they come."

I turned to see the girls bringing out plates and bowls of food. As they completed putting the finishing touches to the patio table, I got a good look at Lisa. She did look stunning in her see-through outfit. Gave me a hard-on too. Then they approached us. Once they were close, Lisa's radiant smile turned to a frown. A fraction of a second later, she flung her glass of wine into Bill face!

"Hey! Hey! What the hell? Stop! Damn it, stop!" protested Bill as he warded off a flurry of slaps to his head. "Damn it! I said stop!" Bill took a few steps back and made a little distance between himself and his fuming wife. "Jesus, woman! What's got into you?"

"You, you big oaf!"

"What? What did I do?"

"You know damned good and well what you did!"

With wine dripping down his chest, Bill held up his hands in front of him. "Gimme a hint!"

"Friday night! You made her! You made Jan..."

"I didn't make her! Yeah, I fucked her! That's no secret! And she fucked me. That was the idea, wasn't it?"

"But, you didn't wait!"

"Wait for what? A message from Zeus? A directive from the White House? It was pretty damned clear what you two had in mind."

"You were supposed to wait until seven."

"What's that got to do with it? She wanted it, I wanted it, you wanted and Sam wanted it. Am I not right? We were in agreement! Damn! I knew you'd come up some frigging bullshit! Look, I made damned sure that I got it right! Remember? I asked you point blank. We were talking about fornication! Then, before you left the house to go screw Sam, I told you I wasn't waiting!"

"The rules were we'd wait until seven...in case someone changed their mind."

"Nobody changed their mind! You didn't call. Sam didn't call."

"What about Jan? You didn't give her a chance..."

"I did too, but she was too busy bouncing Miss Kitty up and down on Willy! Jesus!" The roaring conflagration that was consuming everything on the grill diverted Bill's attention. "Damn it! Now look what you did! You're making me burn the steaks!"

Bill deftly moved the meat to one side and turned the gas off. "Guess they're ready. Hope everyone likes well-done," he grumbled.

We moved to the patio table where an uneasy peace prevailed between Lisa and Bill. Contrary to Bill's fears, the steaks weren't too overcooked.

"Look, what done is done," I remarked as I savored a piece of meat. "We're all adults and we all made the same decision. Hell, I agree with Bill. Really, what difference does a few minutes make? We all had a wonderful evening, so let's not spoil it by splitting hairs."

"I'll drink to that!" chimed in Bill.

"As I see it," I continued, "the problem was we hadn't all discussed it previously. You two may have, but Jan and I... we talked, but we hadn't made that decision together. We made the decision separately, and that was the problem. Jan felt guilty when she and Bill didn't follow the rules..."

"Rules? Rules to screw? No more stupid rules!" glowered Bill. "From now on it's buck naked in the hot tub! That's the new rule!"

Blowing off the interruption, I trudged on. "As I see it, basically we have two choices. We can accept what happened Friday night as a one-time affair and move on, never to venture there again..."

"I don't like that idea," declared Bill. "It won't work."

"Oh, it would work, alright," shot Lisa. "It'd work or I'll cut your balls off!"

"Like I said, we have two choices. The other choice is to..."

"Do it again!" interrupted Bill. "I vote we do it again!"

"Bill!"

"That's what you want too, Lisa. You already said so."

"Look," I began again, "it will have to be an unanimous choice. There can't be any morning-after recriminations or regrets.

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