Chapter 8: The Eighth Day ... and Beyond

Well, summer was over, I realized as our boat made for shore in the teeth of a storm. It took us two extra hours to reach port in the face of an easterly wind with intermittent squalls. When we tied up, the rain was over but a stiff cold wind continued to blow. I was on the road to pick Liz up two minutes after the boat was secured to the dock. I hadn't even showered, and she noticed it as soon as we hugged.

"Do you want to wash up, sailor boy?" she said.

"I want to fuck you silly first."

"No way, dude! Not until you shower and change clothes! You smell like fish and week-old socks!"

"All right, then. Do you want to help me wash up?"

"Well, I could use a shower myself."

So in ten minutes, we were lathering each other up. Liz knew that, after five days of celibacy, I was ready to pop like a firecracker, so she jacked me off right there in the shower. That took the edge off my lust, so we took our time drying each other off. She told me that, having gotten tired of waiting for me, she'd already had one orgasm that morning, care of Mr. Bunny, and didn't need another one right away, so we had some lunch. "This weather sucks," Liz said. "No nude sunbathing today, unless we want to freeze our asses off."

"Let's go anyway. Just to walk along the beach, and see what the storm brought in. Then we'll come back and fuck like bunnies."

So we hopped into my car and made for the beach. When we arrived, the parking lot was empty. So we knew there was no point in going to either of the nude beaches. We locked up the car and walked along the sand at the tide line, hand in hand. And then Liz made her announcement.

"Dick, don't take this wrong, but I've been making plans."

My heart sank. "What plans?"

"I'm leaving Fort Bragg. I've been applying for jobs in psychology and counseling. Do you want to know where?"

"San Francisco?"

"No, San Diego. When you leave here, I want to go with you. If you want me to."

"Is that a marriage proposal, Liz?"

"It's a 'Let's live together' proposal. If that works out, I could see marriage."

"Why do you have to leave? I could get a job here..."

"We've talked about that. There are no jobs here. But I can take my degree anywhere. And there are some clinics in southern California where I can get good references. In fact, I've had offers to interview. But I want to know: if I'm accepted for one of these jobs, should I go? Do you want me to?"

"There's nothing I'd like better! This day just got a whole lot brighter!"

"Why are we stopping?"

"Because I want to hug you right now." And then we embraced, and held each other for a good two minutes, not kissing, not talking, just hugging and hearing each other breathe. Neither of us wanted to break the moment. It was just the sound of the waves and the cold breeze and the cries of the gulls. And us. And then the next squall moved in, and we ran back to the car, laughing like children.

When we got back to Liz's apartment, there was a voice-mail waiting. "Hey, Liz!" we heard Alison's voice saying. "It's too cold to go to the beach, so why don't you come over to our place and use the hot tub. If Dick's back, invite him, too!"

Liz called her back and got their address, and soon we were basking in the hot tub of their palatial home in Albion. We were all nude, of course, and feeling randy, so it didn't take long for Liz to start fondling me. Alison took the hint, and perched herself on the edge of the tub, allowing Barry easy access to the pussy she was stroking. Barry smiled and stroked his own dick to hardness, and soon they were fucking in easy strokes. Alison would grunt each time Barry bottomed out in her. I don't know if it was the sounds she was making that got Liz hot, but Liz slid out of the tub, sat on the edge, and spread her pussy lips apart. After treating me with the sight of her finger-fucking herself, she gave me a smile and a wink. That was all the permission I needed. I slipped my rod into her velvet tunnel and started pumping, using Alison's grunts as a metronome. Liz said, "Let's get in the water," and so we did, without uncoupling, until we were in the water up to our armpits. It was the first time I ever fucked in a hot tub, and the novelty of the sensation made me cum before I could get her off. "Don't worry about making me cum, sailor boy," she whispered into my ear. "I'm happy with what I have right now. I'm saving the big one for later."

Alison and Barry had finished by that time and enjoyed watching our first hot-tub fuck. Then they suggested dinner, and I suddenly realized that all I'd had to eat that day was the sandwich I had for lunch. So we all got out of the tub and put on the robes that Alison had left out for us. The girls made some dinner while Barry and I sat in the den, listening to his absolutely amazing stereo system.

"So what's new with you two?" he asked.

"Well, it's big news. I'm going back to San Diego next week, and Liz says she wants to move down there, too, to be with me."

"How do you feel about that?"

"Barry, I'm delighted. I love that girl, in so many ways. I really think I want to make a life with her."

He smiled. "I thought that was the way this was going. She's been a different woman since you came her. Alison and I will miss her dearly, of course. So will the rest of the crowd at the beach."

He stopped for a second, as if to collect his thoughts. Then he resumed speaking. "You know, Dick, I've been kind of selfish. A while ago, Alison told me that she wanted to screw you, and asked if I wanted to screw Liz. I told her that I really had the hots for Liz ... not romantically, but just sexually, you understand ... but that I didn't know if I could handle seeing you and Alison fucking. Did you know about that?"

Yes, Barry, I did. Alison told me that day at the beach. I told her that I had no problem with you fucking Liz, if that's what she wants, but that I understood about your not wanting to share Alison."

"Well, then, let me just put it to you: do you want to screw Alison?"

"If she asked me to, and if it was all right with you. Otherwise, no."

"Well, that's what I was getting to. As I said, I don't know if I could handle that. But I want to find out, and the only way to do that is to try it. I really owe it to myself, and to Alison, to give it a go. I will stipulate that I want to be there when you do it."

"You're asking me to fuck your wife?"

"That's right, Dick. Do I have your permission to fuck Liz?"

"You don't need my permission. You need Liz's permission. But based on what she's told me, she'll give it."

He grinned. "Then you've just made my day!"

At that point, Alison called us to dinner. We all ate like wolves. When coffee was served, Liz said, "So what were you guys talking about in there?"

Barry looked at me, and said, "I was telling him that I wanted to fuck Liz ... and that I wanted to see Dick fuck Alison."

Alison's eyes widened. "Do you mean that?"

"I do indeed!"

And then it was Alison's turn to grin. She looked at Liz, and asked, "Can I? Fuck Dick?"

Liz batted her eyes, pursed her lips, and said, "That depends. Can I fuck Barry?"

"Of course!"

"Then what are we waiting for?"

We all got up and trooped to their bedroom, taking our glasses and a bottle of champagne with us. There I saw the biggest bed I have ever seen ... even bigger than a king size. Alison turned down the covers, exposing an expanse of satin sheets. I took Liz aside and gave her a hug. "Thank you, dear! I didn't really think this would happen. Are you cool with it?"

"Like you said about Peer and Inge, our love is bullet-proof. So is Alison and Barry's. And like I said before, it's just fucking. So let's fuck!"

She was groping me shamelessly as she was talking, and then she let go of me and hugged Alison. "Before we get to the main course, do you want to give the boys a show?" (I realized that Liz, being the tease that she was, wanted to get Barry really cranked up before letting him fuck her, and smiled. I loved that girl, even when she was getting ready to screw somebody else right in front of me.) The girls slipped off their robes and lay naked on the bed, their hands roving each other's bodies as they kissed. Alison was much more at ease than she was when she last made love to Liz on the beach that day, maybe because it was no longer a new experience for her, or maybe because it was in her own bed. But this time it was Alison who was doing the passionate kissing and going beyond fondling to penetration. The two girls were soon thrusting their fingers into each other's cunts, and all we poor guys could do not to touch our twitching dicks, poking through the fronts of our robes.

But touching our cocks was exactly what the girls wanted us to do. "Cum on us, guys!" Liz said. "Let us see you cum!"

We looked at each other and doffed our robes. Barry shrugged and clambered on to the bed, on Liz's side. I got in on the other side and started stroking my dick directly over the ladies' writhing bodies. Barry and I came only seconds apart, and our sperm landed on the bellies and tits of the girls. We leaned back, our dicks still hard but starting to wilt, and the girls hugged again, spreading our cum over their bodies until their entire fronts were wet and sticky with our mixed jism.

Alison laughed. "We did that so you guys could last longer. I knew that Barry wouldn't be in Liz two seconds before he came! Now lay back, boys, and we girls are going to get you hard again!"

For the next half hour, the girls sucked on our dicks. At first, we stayed with our usual partners, but soon the girls switched, and I felt Alison's tongue on my dick for the first time. She was an expert cock-sucker, using a lot more suction than Liz usually did, and it wasn't long before I was rock hard again. Barry was likewise enjoying Liz's efforts, made all the keener by the fact that she was straddling him in a sixty-nine position, giving her full access to her cunt. Alison saw that and positioned herself likewise, and I licked at her cunt until her juices were flowing and running down her leg. Her taste was a little muskier than Liz's was, but perfectly satisfactory, and I loved sucking on those long inner lips of hers. And when I slid my tongue along her cleft and teased her clit, she came with a gush that almost choked me. I heard Liz humming as she blew Barry, making him groan even louder.

And then I heard Liz say, "Let's finish 'em off!" Alison laughed and turned around, so that her vulva was poised over my cock and her saggy breasts, with their pink nipples, were dangling over my chest. She eased herself down on my cock as her husband watched. His eyes went wide at the sight, but Liz distracted him with a kiss and then guided his rod into her. After that, he couldn't care less who was fucking his wife.

Alison set up a steady rhythm as I played with her tits, setting them swinging, pinching the nipples, pressing them against her chest until the tit-flesh bulged along the outline of my hands. She loved it. "Slap me!" I hear her say. "Slap my tits!" I gave them a tentative swat. "Harder!" she hissed. I increased the force. "Harder!" she cried. I slapped them even harder and saw the impact recoil on her breast, leaving red spots on the tender flesh. "Now bite 'em!" I grabbed a swinging breast, pressed it to my mouth, and gave the nipple a nip as she gave a cry of equal pain and passion. And then her vaginal muscles tightened around my dick, squeezing me, and I swear I could actually feel my dick getting sucked up into her womb. I bit her nipple harder, and the suction increased. And then her vaginal muscles suddenly went slack as she climaxed with a shriek. That's when I came, too, with every muscle in my body tightening. My leg and back muscles actually lifted my ass off the bed, and her with it. I felt the pulses of my dick echoed in the tightening and loosening of her Kegels, milking me dry.