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  His eyebrows shot up.

  “It’s not just sex. But now that we’re sharing our bodies, there is a completeness with her and with us that I’ve never experienced before.”

  “And Ryan and I are add ons.”

  She smirked. “I’d hardly say that. The two of you make the package whole. Knowing that you support us even when you’re not physically present is what will make it all work.”

  “Right. Maybe I should go over there now. Ryan’s probably home. We could bang on Donna for a while and you could stay here and work the crossword puzzle.”

  “Don’t be mean!”

  “And what about our other friends?”

  “What?”

  “Where do Tom and Linda and Carl and Alice and the others fit in? Or do they?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’ve said it yourself. That Donna can be clingy. What if she wants us to stay true to her and Ryan?”

  “That’s not going to happen.”

  “But what if she wants it that way? She already wants us—and apparently has convinced you to want us—to rewrite the rules. What’s next? I’m not ready to give up all our friends.”

  “I’m not either.” Jen swallowed hard. “You may be right.”

  “Maybe we shouldn’t be quite so quick to rush into this open relationship.”

  “But…”

  “Hear me out. I realize we can’t go back to the way it was. So what if we all agree you girls have one night a week sort of as a trial run?”

  Jen frowned at him.

  “Maybe we could even do one night a week when we swap partners—Ryan can come here and I can go see Donna, or vice versa. Just to see if we think this new arrangement will work. And in the meantime we can put together that party you’ve been talking about having with four or five other couples so Donna and Ryan can see us in that milieu.” Brett grinned. “With any luck, maybe they’ll both be bitten by the same bug we’ve been bitten by.”

  A slow smile worked across Jen’s lips. “That’s clever. We can try to have it both ways for a while. You should know that their first swing experience with another couple went fine, but that couple doesn’t want to repeat. Donna is pretty deflated.”

  “Damn, that’s a bummer. I hope that loss didn’t trigger her moving us to this new level.”

  Jen clutched his hands and her fingernails dug into his palm. “Donna better understand that I very much want her, intensely so, but she can’t have all of me. She can’t have all of us. I won’t let that happen—no matter what.”

  “Nor will I. Let’s take this one little step at a time. We knew getting involved with our best friends was bound to have pitfalls.”

  Jen giggled and traced the outline of his bulge. “So when you visit Donna on your own, I’ll make sure you take along extra towels.”

  “Always looking out for my welfare,” he said, pecking at her mouth.

  “I try.”

  Three nights later Brett wished Jen had sent along even more towels. He was soaked. He flicked his tongue at Donna’s pussy as she straddled him with his shaft deep in her throat. He popped her ass once and she dropped him from her mouth and howled.

  “Do that again!”

  He slapped her ass once more and positioned his mouth over her opening as she rocked back against him. Her yelps grew louder. He sensed her vagina clenching and then it released. Chuckling, he swallowed as much of her flow as he could manage. The remainder spilled over his chin, neck and upper torso. Her body shook above him and he held her gingerly, letting her have her way. And then, between sobs, she stilled. With her cheek on his thigh, she gulped in air.

  “Damn, you’re something else,” she moaned, without lifting her head. She cradled his cock. “We’ve been going at it for a good two hours. Ryan and I hardly ever make it past an hour.”

  “Must be the novelty of a new partner.”

  “I guess. Wow. I’m going to ache in the morning. I think my pussy is done. Can I finish you in my mouth?”

  “Be my guest.” He helped her rearrange herself and watched her spread his legs further apart. He grabbed a nearby towel and hurriedly dried himself the best he could.

  Donna knelt between his legs and winked at him while cradling his balls. “I hope I wasn’t too heavy for you.”

  “Not at all.”

  “Sorry about the bath.”

  “I’m not.” He doubted she was either. She might be a little embarrassed, but hardly sorry.

  “Good.” She peered down at her hand and squeezed him lightly. A smile split her face. “Now it’s time for me to taste you.”

  Donna pushed her hair back and ducked her head.

  His abs tensed as her warm breath engulfed his balls. Unrushed, she blew along the entire length of his shaft. She winked at him before flicking her tongue out to tap the crown of his cock. Donna giggled at his cock leaping forward, seeking more.

  “Poor boy,” she murmured, taking its tip into her mouth. She rolled her eyes up at him and smiled.

  Brett resisted thrusting upward. He hadn’t been aware of how much a tease this woman could be. One moment, she could appear angelic and the next, the devil incarnate. She sank quickly down his length only to immediately back off with just his crown between her lips. Again, she rolled her eyes up at him. He ruffled her hair but said nothing.

  “You like?” Her words were muffled by hard flesh.

  “I like,” he groaned through clenched teeth. Damn if he was going to tell her to get on with it.

  She winked and then began steadily pumping him with fist and mouth. He tried to maintain focus. Her image blurred. His hips tightened and flexed with each movement. Deliberately, she worked her rhythm, guiding him toward the inevitable eruption.

  She stopped. His eyes widened, trying to take in what happened. If she wasn’t holding the base of his cock so tightly, he would be bathing her with come.

  Beaming at him with obvious pride and impishness, she asked, “Do you want me to finish you now?”

  He nodded silently, not trusting what words he might utter.

  Giggling, she swallowed him deep into her throat. Her throat muscles constricted and she pulled upward. Reaching the tip of his cock, she rushed to repeat the movement. He began to spurt on her third stroke.

  “Son of a bitch.” His shouts echoed around the Powers’s bedroom. “You’ve got him.”

  Donna’s head bobbed until she’d taken everything he had. She didn’t drop him from her mouth until he began to soften. Then she let him slip out of her mouth and scooted up into his arms. “Yummy,” she murmured. “That was a treat.”

  “You’re good. Very good.” At last his breathing returned to normal.

  She kissed his chin. “So I wonder if Jen and Ryan are having as much fun as we are.”

  “I expect they are,” he grunted, stroking her back softly. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

  “Not at all. I just want it to be fun for them, too.” She lifted her head and winked. “I’d hate for this to be our only time alone.”

  “Ah.” Brett tried to keep one eye open. She’d exhausted him, yet Donna showed no sign of winding down.

  “This was fun!” Donna swirled her tongue around his nipple.

  He shook his head. “Afraid if you want more, you’re going to have to wait for morning.”

  She smirked. “That’s okay. I really did you in, didn’t I? I’m not usually feeling very sexy in the morning. I hope that’s okay with you.”

  “I’ll live with it.” He’d seen Donna turn into a chatterbox after she’d finessed an especially difficult bridge hand, or after she’d performed a difficult solo in their church choir, or when one of her kids did a super job on the ball field. But not after sex. At least not when her husband and Jen were present.

  “And we only get to do this once a week? Alone, I mean.”

  “I know what you meant.” Brett’s mind cleared a bit. He knew from Jen what Donna was angling for—a committed, essentially no boundary relat
ionship among the four of them. She was good. Damn, good. But not that good.

  She didn’t wait for his response. “If Jen and Ryan are having as much fun as we are, maybe they’ll want to swap more than once a week, too.”

  Brett started to point out that he hadn’t indicated such a desire, but never got a word out.

  “It’s not that I don’t enjoy the four of us together. That’s amazing, really,” Donna rattled on. “But this was incredible. And of course we’ll want some alone time with our own spouses.”

  “Of course.” Brett couldn’t hold back a smile. “Maybe there aren’t enough nights in the week to do what you want.”

  She slanted her lips across his open mouth. Pulling away, she said, “Who says we’re only limited to nights?”

  He blinked.

  “With the kids away in college, time of day hardly matters.”

  “There is work.”

  “True. Damn.” She tucked back into the crook of his arm. “Jen and I will put our heads together. We’ll figure something out. I’m so pleased you find me attractive enough to be with me like this.”

  “Another trait you and Jen share. Switch conversations topics on a dime. I’ve always found you attractive. I said that before. I wouldn’t be in your bed if I didn’t.”

  “I know that. It just thrills me—that’s all I’m saying. I didn’t know I could still attract a man.”

  “You’ve got Ryan.”

  “That’s different. He’s my husband. Do you know I’ve lost five pounds since the four of us started having sex together?”

  Brett hesitated. Talking about weight with a woman was never a safe topic. If he noticed, she’d think he thought she’d in fact had been too overweight. If he didn’t notice, then her efforts at losing weight weren’t appreciated.

  “That’s about a pound a week. Another twenty weeks and I’ll be about where I want to be.”

  “You’ve always been attractive. From what Jen says, you and Ryan enjoyed another couple recently. So there’s another guy out there who thinks you’re attractive, too.”

  “A lot of good that did,” Donna snorted. “Zeke and Maggie don’t want to get together again. Even though they sang our praises loudly and wanted a repeat in the morning before we all parted.”

  Brett grimaced. “Jen mentioned that, too. Tough way to get started in the lifestyle. But believe me, Donna, the guys are going to love your full figure.” He ran his fingers across her cheek as her eyes rounded. “They’re also going to appreciate what you can do with your throat muscles. Damn. My cock still aches. And a lot of guys and many women love a woman who squirts. There will be plenty of couples who will want to have an ongoing relationship with you and Ryan.”

  “Maybe.” Looking quite perplexed, she added, “I’m not sure I’m even interested in attracting anyone else. I’ve got you, Jen and Ryan. What else would I want?”

  “There are a lot of interesting fun people out there who’d love to play with you.”

  She tensed. “I’m not sure swinging is for me.”

  “What do you think you’ve been doing?”

  “This is different.” Donna’s voice rose. “I’ve known you over half my life and Jen forever. We’re not strangers.”

  “That’s for sure.” Brett cupped one of her breasts. “Thank goodness. But you’ll love meeting some of our friends. And they sure as hell are going to love what you’ll bring to the party.”

  She scowled at him. “What are you trying to say?”

  It was Brett’s turn to hesitate. “I thought Jen told you about the party we’re putting together.”

  “Party? Oh, sure she mentioned something about a party a couple days ago in your bedroom while we were getting dressed.”

  “Didn’t she say anything about the sort of party we’re hosting, or the people we’re inviting?”

  Donna shook her head. “I must’ve been in a haze. Oh, I do recall she said something about fun and games.” Donna covered her mouth. “Oh my God, you’re having a party for swingers.”

  “And you and Ryan will be our guests of honor.” For the first time since she’d cuddled in his arms, Donna appeared speechless. “It’ll be a small party. No more than four other couples.”

  “Four couples?”

  “Plus us, of course.” Brett combed Donna’s hair with his fingers. “You’ll be amazed how much fun that many people can have.”

  “But…”

  “Believe me, you will be the star attraction.”

  “I don’t think…” she stammered. “I’m not sure I… And they’re all going to want…me?”

  “I’d lay money on that. How many partners have you had in one night?”

  Her eyebrows shot up. “Three. You, Jen and Ryan.”

  “And that was fun?”

  “Of course it was.”

  “So you’ll like this even better.”

  “I doubt that.” She laid her cheek on his shoulder and he stroked her neck. “That sounds so complicated. This is so much simpler.”

  He kept his fingers gliding a steady rhythm over her neck and let her assimilate what she’d heard. It had surprised him that Jen hadn’t told Donna more about the party. She could’ve at least warned him there was more groundwork to do to get Donna curious about the party.

  “And you’re sure they’re not going to think I’m too flabby?”

  Brett grinned to himself. All she needed was a little shoring up. “You’ll be fine. None of us are perfect tens. Our friends like meeting interesting people and having hot sex.” He tapped her shoulder. “You’ve always been fascinating and it’s only recently that I’ve discovered you deliver hot sex with the best of them.”

  “Hmm,” she purred. “I like that you approve. So if no one else wants to have sex with me, you will?”

  He laughed. “I guarantee that won’t be an issue. I’ll have to stand in line. So you’ll join us for the party?”

  “I’ll think about it. I’m sure Ryan will want to go.” She hugged him tighter, her voice faltered. “I’m not sure I want to watch you and Jen fucking other people.”

  Brett thought it best not to tell her that was the point. He didn’t doubt she’d have a great time once people began flirting with her. Maybe sometime after the party she and Ryan and he and Jen could sit down, fully clothed, and talk frankly about some sort of committed, non-exclusive relationship.

  He let her drift or maybe it was she who let him drift. He doubted this was the end of this particular conversation, but it was enough for now. Jen owed him a hell of a lot for taking it this far, but then maybe it was easier for him. He didn’t think Donna had him nearly as hooked as she did Jen. But then he wasn’t about to deny how spectacular the last few hours had been either. He hoped Jen and Ryan had had as much fun.

  “Ryan’s taking a quick shower before going home.” Jen cast Brett a small smile, watching him start the morning coffee. He’d beaten her downstairs. “So did you have enough towels?”

  His eyes sparkled warmth and mirth. She didn’t really have to ask if he’d had a good night with Donna. It was writ large on his face.

  “Donna said she’d throw our towels in her laundry and get them back to us later. So did you get any sleep?”

  “Not enough,” Jen admitted. “I had no idea Ryan could be so inventive.”

  “Oh.”

  “I’ve learned a couple new positions to add to our repertoire.” She tapped his butt lightly and kissed his jaw. “I think you’re going to like them. I can hardly wait to show you.”

  “There is something called work,” Brett grunted, gathering her in his arms before kissing her soundly. “Damn, you always smell so good right after a shower.”

  Jen arched up on her toes as Brett slid his chin downward and back and forth, parting her robe until he could tease a nipple with his tongue. Moans escaped her lips. Ryan had been good, but Brett knew every button in her body to push.

  “Hey, you two. I’ll let myself out.”

  Jen glanced over Bre
tt’s shoulder to see Ryan waving at them. She waved back. Brett turned and acknowledged Ryan with a grin. “We’ve got a golf date at four o’clock this afternoon. Don’t forget.”

  “I won’t forget. Hope Donna was as good to you as Jen was to me. She just about wore me out.”

  “Donna was great. She can be exhausting.”

  “You two are so concerned about your women.” Jen elbowed Brett, not bothering to pull her robe shut. “Maybe I should go over and see how she’s doing when I get home from work.” She blew each of the guys a kiss. “Since you two are going to be playing together on the golf course.”

  Ryan laughed and opened the door. “I’m sure you and she can find a game or two to play poolside until we get back.” He gave them one more wide-eyed stare with a broad grin. “Damn, can life get any better than this?”

  When the door shut, Brett turned and pulled her robe shut, tying its sash tightly. “So what do you really think?”

  Jen reached for the coffeepot and filled two cups. “I really enjoyed last night. I readily admit that. But those two could become suffocating, very quickly.”

  Nodding his agreement, Brett sipped his coffee and leaned against the counter. “I talked to Donna about the party we’re planning.”

  “Good. I’ve tried, but I was never sure she listened.”

  “She didn’t. At least not very well. She’s hesitant about it. Not sure anyone will really want to play with her.”

  “That’s a normal response.”

  “And she’s not sure she wants to see you with another woman, or me for that matter.”

  Jen frowned. “That’s why we definitely have to get them to this party. I love Donna dearly and have forever, but she doesn’t own me. They don’t own us.”

  “Exactly. I tried to point that out. Subtly, of course.”

  “I’m not certain subtly works well with Donna. Particularly when she wants to ignore anything but her version of reality.”

  “She does have a way of seeing things the way she wants to see them.”

  “I think instead of running over to play with Donna when I get home from work, I’ll start issuing some invitations to our party. Two weeks from Saturday ought to be enough lead time.” She smirked. “That should give us enough time to plan the party and for me to help Donna find the right outfit for her coming out party.”