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The Dueling Duets:
Judy's Revenge (Page 2)
by Adam Gunn

Judy's Revenge is the fourth story in a four-part series. Although you will be able to enjoy it on it's own, I recommend that you read the series in the following order:

Don, the Professor Lisa's Hobby Dave's Erudition Judy's Revenge

I considered calling Don on Monday, but thought better of it. I was really enjoying his company, and yet I didn't wish to appear overly eager. I called Lisa's office, and got her voicemail. She gave a number where she could be reached in emergencies. It had an area code of 415. I looked it up, and she must have been in San Francisco.

I cleaned the house that day. As I was vacuuming the bedroom, I notice a glint under my chest of drawers. It was Lisa's necklace. I realized that I must have dropped it on that Thursday evening, and realized that I needed to return it, too. Upon further regard, I felt I knew when and where I could restore it to the rightful owner.

I called David that evening, and we talked for awhile. I told him about my new hair style, and that I'd bought a few new outfits. He seemed excited about that. I asked him if there were any girls down there; you would have thought that I'd zapped him with electricity.

"You still haven't forgiven me, have you?"

"Not completely. There's still a part of me that wants to get even with you, and I'm worried about the fantasy you told me about, the one with other women in this bed."

"Judy, that was just a dream."

"Yes, one that you tried to make come true."

After I let him talk me into being unmad again and we said our goodbyes, I drew myself a hot bath. As I was washing myself, the washcloth touched my vaginal area, and I felt a twinge of pleasure. I laid back and started fingering myself again. I thought about what it would like to have Don's penis in me. On the side of the bath, there was a thin plastic container filled with bath soaps. I picked it up, and started rubbing myself with it under the water. As I was getting more and more excited, I put the tube inside me a little bit, and then some more. It felt so wonderful. I moved it in and out, and then began to climax. It seemed like it went on forever, and the heat in my body was intense. I started yelping, it made gave me heightened sensations. I realized I was getting pretty good at masturbation; could I get as good at intercourse?

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When I woke Tuesday, I donned a pair of panties and a bra. As I was putting them on, I realized they weren't very attractive. I got out all of my underwear and looked at it. I only had three colors: White, black and flesh. I decided to go to the women's shop in the mall that afternoon and purchase some frilly garments.

As I was finishing my chores that morning, the phone rang, and Don was on the line. An idea struck my mind, "Don, would you go shopping with me one more time?" I could almost hear him groan. "Oh, come on, you've had fun the last two times. This will be the last stint, I promise."

"What else do you need?"

"Oh just a few little odds and ends. Will you meet me, please?"

He agreed, and we set up the time.

I called Lisa's voicemail, and left a message for her to call me late that evening.

At 7:30, I pulled into the mall, and Don was waiting excitedly for me. We walked to the store, Victoria's Secret, and Don took in the sight of the bras and panties on the mannequins in the windows. I asked him if there was anything he liked. No reply was necessary.

We walked into the store, and there was no one there except for the two young sales clerks. They didn't even bother with us, and continued discussing their boy friends. I knew what I wanted, and when Don saw me pick out five or six candidates for purchase, he nodded his approval.

I went into the dressing room in the back of the store, and started trying the outfits on. The fourth thing was a little bra with matching panties of blue lace that were cut quite high on the hip. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, and I thought it made me look pretty good. I had always kept myself trim, and the events of the last two weeks had left me with little appetite. I now weighed only three pounds more than the 'optimum weight' in the pamphlet my doctor had given me. The only thing that I didn't care for was how some of my dark thick pubic hair showed around the edges of the panties. I wondered if Don would find me attractive. Then I looked over the door sill, and saw that Don was fingering through some of the racks. I couldn't see anyone in the store. I called softly, "Don, come over here, please." When he had strolled into the dressing room, I opened the door to the cubicle, and let him have a good look at me. I could tell he was getting excited as his neck flushed pink, and his pants suddenly got a little tighter. I chuckled a little, and closed the door again. I tore the tags off of the outfit I was wearing, and got dressed again, keeping the blue bra and panties on. I felt so good in the new clothes that I decided I didn't want to put my pantyhose back on.

After completing the purchase, Don walked me out to the car. I suggested a little drive, and let Don get behind the wheel of my Chevrolet. I directed him out to the country, and before too long, we were crossing over the bridge at Smith's Ford. Camp was over and the parking area was deserted; I worried that some other couple might have beaten us to this spot. I had him turn the car around so that it was facing the stream. It was a clear moonlit evening, and you could easily see the rushing brook in the darkness. I opened the window, which let in the woodland smells and the sound of the water.

I cuddled up to Don, and we began kissing. In a short while, his hands were traversing my neck, making a path for my bosom. I now had to make a decision. What was the proper response here? If I stopped him again, he might think I would never let him go any further. On the other hand, if I just let him feel me, would he think I was overly eager? I hesitated until I found his hand cupping my breast. Then I realized that I wanted him to feel me, that I was excited by him. I pressed his hand tighter to my bosom. He fondled it, and pinched my nipple with two layers of fabric between us. I wanted him to touch me all over. I reached to my blouse, and unhooked a clasp that was keeping me modest. His hand was inside my blouse immediately, and the only thing separating us was the thinnest of bras. I let him unbutton my blouse, and did the same to his shirt, rubbing his chest. He unclipped my bra, and it fell away so that my bosom was now completely exposed. I leaned back, and Don began to touch and kiss my naked breasts. It felt so lovely. I began to become very warm, and then I realized that if I let this go on much longer, I might have an orgasm. I wondered if women could have a climax just from stimulation of their nipples. I began to dream of his hand reaching between my legs . . .

"Don, stop!" I cried, even though I didn't want him to. He listened to me, and moved slightly away from me.

"Have I done something wrong?" he asked.

"Oh, no, dear, I'm enjoying this so. But you must understand that I'm new at this, and this is happening so fast. I want you, I know you can tell. But not tonight, dear, you've got to allow me to prepare myself."

"Judy, if that's what you want, it's fine by me. I wouldn't rush you into doing anything you didn't want to do."

We sat there for a little while, just holding each other, with his naked chest touching my breasts. We started kissing again, and my hand couldn't keep away from his body. Of course, he started fondling me again. I was beginning to think that I was going to come just from him pinching my nipples, when he stopped and said, "Judy, I know you don't want to have intercourse with me tonight, but would you let me make you feel better?"

"What do you mean? You're not going to try to put it in me, are you?" He assured me that he wouldn't. I considered it, and then said, "Alright, you may do anything you want to me, short of that."

We began our romance again, and then I felt his hand creeping up the outside of my thigh, and then under my skirt. I spread my legs open a little bit, hoping that he'd touch me down there. When he finally did, I gasped a little and then just kissed him harder. My free hand was all over his chest, and then I let it slip on top of his trousers. "You can feel it, if you want to," he said. I decided I did. We were going much further than I planned to tonight, but I didn't care. I wanted to feel him, to see if there was any difference between he and David. I unbuckled his belt, unclasped his pants, and unzipped him. I couldn't see what color his briefs were, but I knew that they were a synthetic nylon fabric. He was hard in the pants, and then I stuck my hand inside to grab it. It didn't feel as thick as David's was, but it seemed much longer.

While this was going on, Don had reached around to my rear, grabbed the back of my panties, and was taking them off me. I raised up so that he could get them over my knees. There we were, both of us half naked, kissing and feeling each other's private parts. He put his hand on my clitoris and started rubbing it. I was getting warmer yet. Then he reached down, all the way between my legs, and put a finger into my vagina. I started moaning, it felt so good. As he slowly began to pull his finger in and out of me, I began to scream. It felt so wonderful, I was coming with a man! He let me settle down a bit, and then he started again. The second time felt even better than the first. I was still rubbing him down there, and I felt some fluid on my wrist. I stopped and wondered what it was, and then I realized he was ejaculating into my hand. I went back to rubbing him, and kept it up until I started to feel him go a little limp. I got out some kleenex from my purse, and cleaned the wet substance from his groin and my hand. We kissed a few more times passionately, and then I put my panties back on, re-clasped my bra and buttoned my blouse. I got out of the car, and walked to the edge of the creek.

All of a sudden, I became confused. I was standing on the very spot where Father Thomas had told me what a good girl I was. Just over there was the spot where David had proposed to me and then taken my maidenhead. Nearby were the spots where I let David have me under the stars. I wondered what either of them would think of me now.

But I felt so good, so alive. I knew my skin was still glowing from my recent orgasms. This, I thought, is not evil, it's not obscene. A man cares about me, wants to make me to feel wonderful, and wouldn't do anything to me that I didn't want him to.

Don came up behind me and kissed my neck. I took his hand, kissed it gently, and then placed it on my breast. As we drove back to the mall, we talked about the different ways that men and women view sex. When we broke up that evening, Don was expecting a lot more than a kiss, I think.

After I got home, the phone gave a ring, and it was Lisa, returning the call that I left her.

"Hello, Lisa, thank you for calling me. I need to discuss something with you. I hope you're not too tired."

"No , Judy, it's only 9:00 here, I've just gotten into my room and I'm relaxing with a drink." (With who? I thought.)

"Lisa, I want you to know that I don't bear you any grudges here. I know that my husband did what he wanted to do. That he did it with you is immaterial; if you hadn't been available, he would have found someone else sooner or later. I know how good you made him feel, and that's actually helped us. After that evening and before David left for his golfing trip, we made love a few times, and it was much better. I feel I should thank you for that."

"Well, Judy that's very kind. You're husband is a very nice person. I'm glad you two aren't going to get a divorce or anything, he needs you very much. And I want you to know that I won't ever get in between the two of you again."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I was confused at first; I could understand why he wanted you so badly, but I couldn't believe that he would bring you here to this house where there was any chance of my catching him. But he explained that to me. I know that I'm not very exciting sexually, and he just wanted another woman here so that he could pretend it was you when he and I made love. I understand that now.

"But that leaves me with another problem. I want to learn how to love him better, to satisfy him. It may take years for me to overcome my bad habits. In the meantime, I suspect that he'll continue to think about you, and that he was never able to complete his fantasy. I think that this will drive him to attempt to take another woman here, if not you, then someone else. You see, he's got a compulsion to finish everything he starts. If I happen to catch him in the act again, I'll almost certainly have to divorce him; I'll never be able to trust him again."

"I understand that, Judy. What can you do about that?"

"It's not what I can do, it's what you can do. I was hoping you'd do me a great favor. If you would be kind enough to bring him back here again, when you knew I'd be out of the picture, I'm sure that his fantasy would be complete. Then he would have that over with, and be able to concentrate on making a new life with me."

"Judy, do I understand you correctly? Do you mean that you want me to take your husband to your bed and let him screw me?"

"That's exactly it."

"I'm not sure that Dave would want me again, after what happened."

"Oh, I'm sure he would, Lisa. David thinks the world of you."

"Would you tell him you approved? I mean, there's no way I'd do it if he thought he was sneaking around on you." The little trollop! Did she think I knew about their affair before?

"That's very shrewd, Lisa. Yes, I think I should call him up, and make him aware of the plans."

"Well, if you can talk him into it, I'll participate. But only because it means that much to you. Understand that I'm doing this as a personal favor to you, not to Dave. And I would like this to be the last time we're together."

"And I thank you for the favor. It's the only way I can keep my husband, I think. I believe we should do this as soon as possible. When are you returning home?"

"Friday evening. I'm planning on arriving at the airport about 7:30. My husband, Don, doesn't know that yet; he thinks I'm taking a later flight. But my plans changed today because of a business situation in Denver."

"That's perfect! David's arriving from his trip an hour or so before you. Why don't I go out of town to a play in New York? That would ensure privacy for the two of you, and you could still be home to your husband that night."

"Well, I still want to talk to Dave about this. But if he agrees, I'll go ahead with it."

"Fine, dear, I'll call him tomorrow morning and discuss it with him. Then I'll have him call you. What time would you like him to give you a ring?"

"Oh, between 6:00 and 6:30 here would be good."

"That's about 9:00 East Coast time? He'll call you then, no matter what the situation. And Lisa, I don't know how I can thank you enough. Goodbye."

Everything was working perfectly.

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I arose nice and early the next morning and took a shower and a walk around the neighborhood. I wanted to be very alert for the next step.

I called David. I knew they were leaving the hotel about 8:30 for the golf, so I called him at 8:15. Sure enough, he was in his room.

"Good morning, sweetheart, how are you feeling."

"Oh, a little bit hung over. We were out late last night."

"I'm sorry. I wish I were there so that I could rub your temples." Start him off with a little TLC. "Anybody there?"

"No, but I think all the guys are down at breakfast."

"Well, I was thinking maybe you'd have invited one of those girls that they have down there."

"Judy! Oh, you're just teasing aren't you?"

"Maybe a little. But, dearest, I've been thinking. You know, I'm really sorry now that I surprised you so early that evening?" He made a little sound that let me know I had him off balance and began to apologize again. "I know, dear, why you were here in the house with her. You explained it all to me. And I disturbed you before you got to fulfill your fantasy."

"Judy, that's not important now."

"But I think it is, my love. You wanted her so badly in our bed, and I didn't let you have her. I shouldn't have come home early. It was all my fault." I could tell I had him going. "No, don't bother to deny it. I've gotten over my tiff. You were right, I haven't been responsive to you in bed, and I'm going to get better, a lot better. But, dear, I know I'll never be able to come close to Lisa's abilities in bed, and I'm afraid that you'll think of the opportunity that you never got a chance to sample her here. David, my only true one, I've decided that there's only one thing to do -- you've got take her again, in this bed and nowhere else, while you have the chance so that you won't wind up hating me."

Of course he argued. He told me how much he loved me, that he never wanted another woman in his life, that he was sure I'd be able to satisfy him for eternity. For each of his objections, I had a response, all the time bringing it back to the idea that he had to take Lisa here in our bed for the good of our marriage.

The other men came looking for him in the room, and I heard him tell them that he was busy with an important concern, and would join them as soon as he could. Soon, he capitulated.

"Judy, are you sure this is what you want for us."

"Certainly, dear, it's the only way."

"Well, alright, but you must understand that I'm doing this only because you want me to."

"I'm asking you to do it for us."

"Why do you think that Lisa would assist in this."

"Because I talked to her last night. She's in Seattle, and we discussed the situation for 45 minutes." I could hear him gulp. "She was very kind, and willing to assist us. As a matter of fact, she told me what a wonderful lover you are, and how lucky I am. I told her that I'm not the only one that needs to be lucky. I'm afraid you are going to have a little problem, dear, dropping her after you have your last evening with her. I think she'd like the affair to go on for an extended period, but you know you mustn't do that to her, or to us."

He asked me how we were going to carry this off, and I told him of the logistics that Lisa and I had set up the night before. "So dear, you come home on Friday, meet Lisa at the airport, and spend a few hours here, in this house and nowhere else, before she goes home to her husband." I told him that I would fly to New York with a girlfriend on Thursday for some plays and would be back on Saturday afternoon. After I was sure that he had the plan down (sometimes he forgets things, or gets them backward, ) I told him to call Lisa in Seattle quickly, giving him the number of the hotel. I told him I loved him, then hung up the phone. I called him back a few minutes later, and sure enough, the line was busy. He was talking to Lisa, setting up his rendezvous. And what a rendezvous it would be.

I took a shower, and thought seriously about my relationship with Don. We'd traveled down the road I wanted to take faster than I thought we would. As I thought about the way he'd touched me and I'd handled him, I began to get warm again. I touched myself a little, but I didn't let myself come. My original plan was to get him to wait until Friday, but I found myself wanting him as soon as I could get him.

I considered that my original plan was to have him only once, but then I thought about what David did with Lisa; he'd been with her three times. Surely I deserved at least that much. As the noon hour rolled past, I picked up the phone and dialed his office.

"Good morning, this is Don."

"Do you have any idea of how much I appreciate what you did for me last night?"

He chuckled, and then said, "You know, I'd love to send you a dozen roses, but I wouldn't know how to get them to you without some one suspecting what they're for."

"I'm really glad you didn't. Anyway, I haven't really earned them -- yet. Meet me tonight?"

"I'd love to, the same place? What time?"

"No, I was thinking of a new place. I've heard that Johnson's on the other side of the mall is a popular after work spot. I'd like to see how the secretaries meet the business men. What about 6:30?"

"Sure, see you then."

"You certainly will," I promised. I called a hotel next to the bar and connected to the mall and made a two-night reservation.

Late that afternoon, I dressed in a tailored blazer and slacks outfit that he had helped me purchased, and checked into the hotel. I thought about protection, as the book had made quite an issue of it. I knew by now that the Church's position on birth control was just silly, but it didn't matter as I was already through the change of life. I of course considered disease. It didn't seem to matter; not because I didn't care, but I realized that since Lisa and David had not protected themselves, if she had any diseases, I was probably already carrying them; it wasn't likely that I would pick anything up from Don. Not that it was likely; he seemed so clean.

I went up to the room, and ensured that all was well there. I ordered from room service, waited for the bellhop to arrive and set up the service, then went back down to the desk, told them I'd accidentally left the key in the room and asked for a duplicate. After receiving it, I went into the bar. Don hadn't arrived yet, so I ordered a glass of wine.

When he slid into the booth across from me, I could see he wanted to kiss me, but he decided to preserve propriety. I took his hand in mine. He asked, "What are we shopping for tonight?"

"Anything you want. It's your turn tonight."

"Anything??"

"Sure. And I've got the perfect place to shop for it, too." I slid the extra room key to him, along with a note that had the room number on it. I left the booth immediately, and went to the room. Stepping into the bathroom, I disrobed except for my red underwear and waited for him. He was there just a couple of minutes behind me. I gave him a few seconds to look around the room, and stepped out of the bathroom and posed for him to take my body in.

I walked to him and kissed him as well as I knew how. I rubbed my entire body against his, and could tell that he was ready for me. "See anything you like?" I questioned him.

"Everything I see here has too much wrapping on it."

"Bull! Weren't you the one who told me that a little bit of clothing is much more effective than simple nudity? And besides, you've got a lot more on than I have." I led him to the bed.

"Any restrictions tonight? Maybe I can only touch you with my left toe, for example?"

"You can touch me anywhere you want, as long as you touch me everyplace." We started kissing, and I took off all his clothes. Then I crawled into the bed, with Don chasing me. As he came in, I told him how bad I wanted him, and took off my bra and panties.

He tried to engage in foreplay, but I was getting very warm and wanted to lose my second virginity as quickly as I could. I urged him between my legs, grabbed his penis, and helped him to enter me. He moved quickly, and I urged him on. I was getting very, very close, and I waited for orgasm, but he exploded into me before I climaxed. As he began to get a little soft, I realized I wasn't going to come, and started crying. Perhaps I really was frigid, and that a man couldn't satisfy me. I was also afraid that I hadn't shown Don a good time, that he might not want to do it with me again. If that was true, all my plans were ruined!

Don was really upset about my tears. When he asked me why I was crying, I told him of my difficulty, and my fears. He suggested that it was the position we were in that was at fault, not my ability.

"What do you mean? We did it the right way, didn't we?"

"Well, that's one way to do it, but there are other methods, and many of them might stimulate you better."

"But in health education in high school, I learned that man on top was the best way." We discussed it a little bit more, and I immediately knew that this was a situation where I needed to make Don think he was teaching me things. He cracked open the champagne, and I told him that we should wait until we had something to celebrate. He toasted us anyway, something about what was still to come. I drank the toast, and then Don came back to bed. He started gently stroking my body, not just the erogenous zones (as the book put them,) but also the other parts: my face, throat, arms and midriff. While this was going on, he described some of the positions I'd seen in the book, and then started tickling my nipples. I could feel myself getting warm again (Don really has a way with my breasts!) and then he went down to my labia and clitoris. I was really ready, and let myself start screaming in orgasm.

Don said, "Well, that certainly didn't sound like a frigid woman to me!" I just smiled at him. When he got out of bed to get some more champagne, I took a very good look at Don's penis. I'd seen David before, of course, but the other times when Don had it unsheathed it was either dark, under the covers, or I was too upset to concentrate on it. I found that I really would like to examine his closely, to see how it was different from David's. So I asked Don to explain fellatio and cunnilingus.

Now, look, I hadn't done it much because it hadn't appealed to me. But I did tell Don when he asked me that in High School, the girls had said it was something dirty. So I had him describe to me how he liked to have his penis done. This was my chance. I gently pushed him unto his back, and then put my face close to his sex. I examined it, and saw that it was very similar to the one that I was used to. It was just semi-erect at this point. When I started smelling it, I really enjoyed it, so I took it in my hand and started licking it. Then I just put the tip of it in my mouth to taste it. Soon, I had Don very interested, and he was telling me to put it all the way in my mouth. Don was very hard by now, and I started sucking on it as hard as I could. I felt a tickling on my sex, and out of the corner of my eye I could see that Don had put his hand down to my vagina. I was really enjoying this, and I thought that Don was ready to come again when he stopped me.

"What's wrong? Was I doing it badly?" I knew I wasn't, that he was ready to explode.

"No dear, not at all. I was just about to come. You were great. But we can't waste that wonderful hard-on on your mouth, not when you've got a pussy that needs to be filled." What a nice man! The few times that I had gotten David to come that way, he had seemed more interested in his pleasure than what he could do for me. Don wanted me to enjoy it as much as he did. I asked him if he wanted to have intercourse again, or if he had other ideas. Without answering, Don had me lay down on my back. I thought about the positions that we might take from the book, but then feigning lack of knowledge I asked, "I thought you said there was a lot more than the missionary position?"

"Trust me, I promise you'll like this." I saw that he was getting me into the position called 'woman on back, man enters from side,' and I was happy because that was one of the first ones I wanted to try. When I let him enter me, it felt heavenly. Not only was my vagina being well massaged by his penis, he was also able to rub my body with his hand. I was getting very warm, and when his finger touched my clitoris, it set me off. I let myself just climax, a big one, and I was sure I was screaming again in pleasure. I thought I still had the presence of mind to feel his sperm feel enter me, but I didn't feel him release. When he withdrew, I looked at it and he was still hard; the darling had stopped himself from coming. He looked at me, and said, "It's your turn to do the work, I'm tired."

"What do you mean?"

I let him teach me about 'woman on top' and then climbed up on him. I pushed myself down on him, and felt the wonderful pressure of his penis in my vagina again, and started to move my hips in an effort to let him release. I was getting warm, and I remembered the part of the book that discussed bed talk. I decided to use some dirty words, and they had their effect; soon I felt the moisture of Don's sperm enter me. I told him how good that felt, and then went back to utilizing his remaining firmness to pleasure myself. I decided not to scream this time, and the resulting climax didn't seem so intense; okay, if possible, I decided I was going to be a vocal as I could.

We just laid there for quite awhile, with him still in me and the two of us kissing and stroking each other. As he became soft, I tried to tighten my muscles so that he would stay in me, but finally he slipped out. I felt sticky down there, and so I went into the bathroom, wiped myself thoroughly, and then brought a clean, wet washcloth into the bedroom and cleaned Don's groin. He seemed to appreciate the attention, and I was able to appreciate it in the flaccid state.

About this time, I needed to relieve myself. As I sat on the toilet, I realized I hadn't closed the door! Oh, well, no harm was done, as Don couldn't see me.

We laid on the bed, eating food from the cold tray I had ordered, and playing with each other's body. I found that I wasn't body conscious with this man at all; in fact, I enjoyed it when he observed me. This was now my lover, and I opened my legs when his head was near my feet so that he could look at me all he wanted. Then I wanted to know what his opinion of my body was. I got out of bed, replaced the tray on the table, and made sure that I was moving as seductively as I could. I walked around the room, turning on the other lamps, and finally asked him for his opinion. With a bit of a joking voice, I told him how much of a help he'd been to me in fixing up my appearance, and then I asked him what he thought of my naked body.

He began by telling me the things he did like. Although I'm not twenty-two any longer and have had three babies, I didn't think I looked badly. Don told me that the various parts of me looked very good to him; either he agreed with my conclusion, or he was sweetly fibbing. He did make a suggestion about my pubic hair. Apparently it was a little long and thick for my lover's taste.

I asked him to demonstrate how much hair he thought I should have, and he motioned me back onto the mattress, and turned around so that he could have access to my groin area. He sketched the area where he thought I could cut back to, and I opened my legs again to let him have a good view of my labia. He took the hint, and began to lick that area. Now I had let David do that to me on occasion, but hadn't really enjoyed it; I thought it was dirty. But Don was my lover, and any thing I did with him was illicit by definition. I found that the thought of him kissing me down there was exciting. When he realized that I wanted him to do that, he started licking the exterior of my opening, and then putting his tongue in as far as it would go. He would lift up and tease my clitoris with it, and soon I was ready to orgasm again. Keeping my resolution, I let myself scream. It was a very good one.

When I stopped screaming, and he stopped licking, I asked Don why I had ever thought it was dirty? Don didn't answer, and I considered the surprise my husband would have then next time he attempted to do that to me.

I scooted around until I had my face at his groin again, and started licking and sucking it until I had it hard again. When it was ready, I decided that my favorite position that we had attempted that evening was 'woman on top.' I tried that again, and this time got Don to climax again at the same time I did.

It was getting late, and I knew I needed to go home in case David phoned. I didn't want him to suspect anything; I'd let him know what I was doing soon enough. Don and I showered together, and I savored the feeling of him cleaning me. Of course, I did the same for him. In the shower, as he had a wonderful view of my naked body, I asked him if he wanted to have me again the next evening. He told me he did, and we started dressing. I dressed more slowly than he did, and after he was completely clothed again, I kissed him goodnight, and told him that I was looking forward to seeing him again the next evening. I went over to the chair and picked up the telephone. The last scene Don had that night was me talking on the telephone in only my red bra and panties; the desk clerk was mystified when I asked for to stay for another night when my reservation already was in.

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On Thursday morning I called David in his room; I wanted to ensure that he and Lisa had made the arrangements. "Yes," he said, "we talked, and we're going to go ahead. Judy, are you really sure this is what you want? I can always cancel."

"We've already discussed this; I really think this is the only way our marriage can last. You're going to enjoy it, aren't you? Think, this may be the last time you ever have a woman other than me." He admitted he was looking forward to the evening. "Alright, then, I'm going to have a little surprise for the two of you in the bedroom."

We talked about the trip I was taking to New York, and he wished me well. "Enjoy yourself, dear," I told him as we hung up the phone.

I went back to the hotel that afternoon, taking an overnight bag with me. I decided that I'd sleep all night with Don, if he wanted to. When I got into the room, I went into the bathroom, got my electric razor out and gave myself a nice shave. When I got to the pubic hair, I cut it short, and tried to trim around the edges. The razor jammed and I couldn't do a neat job on it. The time was getting close to when Don should be there, so I left the room; I didn't want him to think I was too eager.

I went down to the mall, and started looking at the women's clothes in a golf store. I found a very nice outfit and decided to wear it. I went to a shoe store and purchased a few more pairs, and then to Victoria's Secret, as I needed a strapless bra for the golf shirt I'd purchased. I changed into my new outfit in the changing room there.

Don was waiting for me there, watching golf on TV. "What do those guys have that I don't?"

"A golf game. But they don't have what I really want." I knew what he wanted, so I sat in his lap and kissed him. I asked him what he thought of my new outfit. He approved, I could tell, as the blouse showed one shoulder off, and was tight across my bosom. As we sat there, we began petting, and soon were both naked again. Don leaned me back on the bed, and knelt on the floor between my thighs. As he put his mouth to my labia, I wrapped my legs around his upper body and let myself enjoy his attentions. I was ready for him, and before too long I was into a loud orgasm.

When I recovered, I sat him in the chair to return the favor. I had reviewed the instructions in the book that day, so I started licking him on the scrotum, which he enjoyed, then lapped the length of his penis with a lot of pressure. He was telling me how much he enjoyed that, and I took quite a bit of the penis into my mouth. I applied my tongue to the underside of his member, and could tell it was having the effect I wanted by the intense throbbing. He told me he was going to come soon, and I kept the pressure up. He spent into my mouth, and I continued to suck until the liquid stopped spewing. I liked the taste of it; it was a touch salty, and made the sides of my tongue tingle a little. I got a kleenex and emptied my mouth of his sperm, and then went back to him and cleaned him by licking the excess semen off of him.

We returned to the bed and began fondling each other again. I asked him how well he enjoyed my fellatio (I used the common term for it,) and he told me that I was quite good at it. I wanted him to think that I was studying technique, which I was, so I told him about the book, and showed it to him. He wanted to know about how I'd purchased it, so I told a little white lie about getting it earlier that day. He asked me if I masturbated while I was reading it, and I playfully told him I had and that I didn't require him anymore, as I could satisfy myself.

I asked him about the trim I'd done on my pubic hair, and, as I'd expected, it didn't pass muster. I told him I'd try again, and suggested that he'd see it tomorrow, letting him know that I assumed the affair wasn't over.

We decided to go to a restaurant for dinner. After all the sex we'd had in the past 24 hours, I could tell that it would take Don a while to get ready again. The place we chose was full of men in town for a convention in the hotel, and I could tell they were looking at me and wishing they were Don.

After dinner, we walked to a drugstore, and he purchased some shaving supplies and a pair of scissors. I asked him what he needed them for, and he told me that he was going to trim my hair himself. I really thought this was romantic, and got excited just thinking about it.

When we got back to the room, I got the book out and showed him some pictures of women in it. The amount of pubic hair varied, although none of them had as much as I'd had the day before, and a couple of them had no pubic hair at all. I was curious about this, as the book didn't mention it at all. Don told me that some men, including himself, thought this was a real turn-on, as he put it. I questioned him about Lisa's grooming, and he told me she didn't normally keep it that short, and that currently it wasn't shaved. I knew then that David had never seen one without hair on it, and I could tell that Don was getting very excited just talking about it. I asked Don to shave me completely.

We went into the bathroom, and I completely disrobed. It felt a little silly, with me completely nude and he with all his clothes on, so I had him strip too. He began by shaving my legs again with the new razor, and it felt much better than the electric razor did. He cut as much of the pubic hair off as he could with the scissors, and then shaved me in that area. As he was shaving me, the blade pulled and tugged a little, pinching me. After he was done, he told me to rinse off, and then he shaved that area again with a new, sharp blade. This time it felt silky, and after Don toweled me off and applied lotion to the newly shaved area, he told me to touch myself. As soon as I did, I could feel the why men prefer very little hair. The difference was similar to a person who had been wearing an overcoat to one who was naked. As I lightly touched my clitoris, I jumped a little from the sensuous feel. I couldn't wait to feel my lover's penis touching my mons of venus. I dragged him into the bedroom and begged him to show me something else that was new too me.

Don could tell I was in an adventurous mood, and he asked me what the limits were, what he couldn't touch. I wondered what he was thinking, but wanted to find out; I could always stop him if I didn't like it. I told him that as long as he didn't cause pain, I would play along.

He began by moving the furniture so that the overstuffed chair in the room had it's back to the window, darkened the room, and opened the drapes so that the suite was bathed by the soft lights of the downtown buildings a few miles distant. I sat in his lap in the chair, and we began to make out again. Don asked me to suck on his nipples; I was amazed, as a man's chest didn't look like a erogenous zone to me. When Don explained that his breasts were probably as sensitive as mine, and asked me to treat him just the way he aroused me, I knew what to do. I used my lips and tongue to excite him and then started to apply my teeth. First just with the edge, and then to nibbling, and finally to biting. I kept at it until he squealed in pain so that I could gauge his tolerance, and I went back to a more gentle arousal.

While I was applying erotic senses to Don, he was using his hand to kindle a fire within me. When he touched my clitoris, I again had that little electric shock because of the lack of pubic hair. He kept at it until he brought me to orgasm. This time, I tried again not to scream, and again I felt that the crest of my orgasm was a little short of maximum; I'm a screamer and that's it. My lovers will have to deal with my noise!

Don stood up and had me kneel on the arms of the chair. My bosom was exposed to anyone who could see into the window. I began to become shy, but then realized that if anyone could see into the room, they certainly wouldn't be able to identify me. I concentrated on what Don was doing behind me, which was to lick my labia. I was getting very excited when I felt his tongue go a little higher to the area between the vaginal lips and the anus. I began to get nervous, and Don moved his sucking and nibbling all over my exposed rear. He kept getting closer and closer to my unprotected fanny, and I wondered if he was going to touch it.

"You aren't thinking of . . " I began.

"Only if you want me to," he replied, and I began to consider this. While he kept getting closer and then further from it with his mouth, I knew how gentle he could be. If he wanted to do this, then it must be alright. After a few moments, as he got close again, I moved so that my arse came in contact with his tongue, and he began to lick me more aggressively. I loved it, and when he parted the ring with his muscle, I began to think that perhaps he would put his penis into it. I was getting very excited about that possibility when he stood up and entered my vagina with his tool. In this position, it went deeper than it had ever gone before, and I felt the length of it bump gently into my cervix. I cooperated fully with his slow movements, and began to scream. After ages, he became swift and hard in his movements, and I felt a gush of moisture enter my hole.

Don was in so much ecstasy that he began to lurch, and I was a little afraid that he might fall. When he was done, he tottered onto the bed and laid there in a lather. After kissing him and ensuring that he was alright, I got a clean wet cloth and bathed him with it. We laid there for awhile, enjoying the glow of the outside light and of our satiated bodies, and I began to discuss our future. I explained that I felt that I still wanted to get even with David, and that he could help me by coming to our house the next evening and making love to me in our marriage bed, as David had wanted to do with Lisa. He gained the impression that since no one would ever know about it, it couldn't hurt anyone. He agreed to the plan, and we made arrangements for him to enter the house without the neighbors suspecting.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, and in the middle of the night, Don showed me that I can scream in missionary as well as any other position!

Don was so wonderful the next morning. We showered together and ordered from room service, and he was concerned about the neighbors seeing me come home early in the morning. I told him that I had suggested to a neighbor that I was visiting my daughter. As we parted, we told each other how much we were looking forward to the evening. If Don only knew what it was that I was looking forward to . . .

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All that day, I was understandably nervous. I looked for something, anything to do to keep my mind busy, and started reorganizing my sewing room. I came upon a record that I'd taken from the children years earlier, and remembered how David had enjoyed it. I made a tape of it, thinking to surprise him with it at some point. Late that afternoon, I went out to eat; I didn't want any smells of cooking to be in the house. Returning home, I parked the car a block away in a cul-de-sac and strolled home, thinking of what the evening would bring. I took a long, hot bath, and spent a long time doing my hair and applying make-up. I donned a flimsy black negligee which matched the necklace I had found earlier that week, which I also put on. I took a good look at myself to the full-length mirror; I decided that, baring any silliness such a reconstructive surgery, I looked as good for my lover as I possibly could. I made myself a drink, and waited in the living room for my lover to arrive.

Don's taxi pulled into the driveway just after sunset. Letting him into the front entrance, I took him into my arms and let him kiss me deeply. I could tell from the bulge in his trousers that he was ready for an evening of romance. After refreshing my drink and fixing him one, I led him to the master bedroom. I had the quarters arranged for love with a few dim candles burning, the smell of perfume, and the bedclothes drawn back. I closed the door behind us.

I encouraged Don to take off all of his clothes, and then had him lie on the bed. I kissed him, and rubbed his body with the fabric of my lingerie. Don used his hands and tongue to bring me to a state of excitement, and then began to kiss and nibble between my legs. Although I was becoming excited, as always, I urged myself not to give into his ministrations easily. I tried to think about other things. Father Thomas and his advice to me came to my mind. I considered the situation, and realized that what I had been doing would make my husband love me and make him happier than he had ever been in my marriage. I realized that, in a very strange manner, I was following Father Thomas' instructions.

As Don was attending to me, we heard the sharp closing of an automobile door. Don looked up, and I explained to him that it was only our next door neighbors. I rolled Don onto his back, with his head at the foot of the bed, and kneeled on top of him, inserting his penis into my vagina. I was slow and gentle so that we could make this last a long time if need be. I bent over so that my mouth was near his ear, and began moaning softly in pleasure.

When I heard a low giggle outside of the bedroom, I straightened up, and the door opened. My husband entered the room with Lisa behind him and turned on the overhead light. I made certain that my posture was such that there was no question as to how excited I was. David just looked at me slowly and silently, and then his eyes drooped to see my shaved pubic area and the gentleman below me. I pulled Don out of me enough so that David could not help but see the shaft of my lover's penis inside of me. Lisa, who had been playing with David's nipples from behind looked up to see us, and gave a little gasp. Below me, Don craned his neck so that he could see what the noise was, and viewed the unexpected (to him) intrusion.

I anticipated that Don would go soft when he realized that we'd been discovered, so I moved one hand to his nipple to pinch it hard, and the other hand to caress his testicles. "Keep going, sweetheart," I clamored to Don, and to the others I said, "Come sit down on the bed and watch us."

I was unsure what David's reaction would be at this point. He'd never had much of a temper, so I didn't expect any violence, but I didn't know if he would yell, walk out or watch. I could see by the look on his face that he wasn't sure what was happening. Lisa, however, showed a mischievous smile, and led David to the side of the bed where he could sit and watch us. Lisa studied the two of us with amusement, and then helped David to become as unclothed as her husband and I were. She quickly stripped to match us, and I was able to see the body that David had wanted more than mine; I could understand his feeling, as she was quite beautiful in the nude.

Lisa then came on to the bed. For a few seconds, I wasn't sure if she was going to join Don and I, but she laid down on the mattress beside her husband, and brought David between her legs. I could see David's erect penis penetrate his lover, and then I concentrated on the feelings in my groin. I climaxed noisily in a short time, while David was making the grunting sounds that I knew to be the trademark of his orgasm. I wasn't able to feel Don's sperm entering me, and I could tell that Lisa wasn't quite ready to come yet herself. When my husband, who still looked confused, began to get off of Lisa, I slowed my movements and began to come down myself.

I leaned over to Don as he was still kneeling between Lisa's legs and kissed him with a welcome. Lisa was able to manipulate herself so that she could kiss her husband. I truly wish that I had set up a video camera in the closet so that we could all watch the tableau.

I rose from the bed and put my transparent robe on. Telling them that I was going for refreshments, I suggested that they talk amongst themselves in my absence. I went to the kitchen, pulled the champagne bucket out of storage, put two cold bottles of Domaine Chandon in it and filled it with ice. Getting a tray of appetizers that I had prepared that morning out of the refrigerator, I carried the food and drink to the bedroom.

Lisa was divulging how she and David had agreed to make love in this bedroom at my request. While she was doing this, Don was playing with her upper body while David was enticing her vagina with his fingers; I could see that there was nothing shy about Lisa. I opened and poured the champagne, placed the tray of food in easy reach of the bed, and went to sit on a small couch to listen to the rest of the story. When Lisa completed the saga, she begged for oral sex. David knelt between her legs and began to attend to her. Don came over to sit with me on the settee, and said, "You set this all up, didn't you."

"Some of it, my sweet. I wanted you to be my lover last week, as a revenge for the hurt that my husband caused me. I'd planned to keep you on the edge, and let you have me tonight.

"But I want you to know that your sweet, loving care caused me to want you to make love to me much earlier than that. That's why I took you to the hotel, and I'm so glad you did. You were the first man ever to make me orgasm, and you showed me how to please you with my loving. Oh, how can I ever thank you enough?"

"You've already thanked me, Judy. I'm just sorry that it has to end now." Lisa was coming to climax in earnest.

After a few moments, Lisa looked at the two of us and asked Don what he was doing in my bed. I explained to Lisa and David about how I had manipulated the circumstances, and how I'd been swept away by them.

I got up and walked to the bed. After kissing David's lips, I took off my robe, and started fondling David as Don had shown me how to do. He responded in kind. I noticed that Lisa and Don were gathering their garments. Just before Lisa shut the door, I knelt on top of David and began to climax almost immediately. Lisa looked at us, gave me a wink, and left the room.

David was still confused. I'm not sure that he realized that the woman he was in bed with was his wife. As he didn't climax immediately, but stayed hard, so I utilized different positions that Don had taught me and I had learned from the book until he reached a good orgasm inside of me. As we laid there, he began to realize that he was with me, and that Lisa wasn't there any longer. When it began to sink in, he ran his hands over my body, feeling it again and again, and smiling in amazement.

I listened to the sounds in the house around me, and heard noises coming from the guest bedroom; Lisa and Don must have gone in there. What is the protocol in a situation like that? I got David out of bed and dressed, and suggested that he knock on the door and offer to drive them home. I put on a lime and black pantsuits I'd purchased (without Don) and went to the kitchen. David came to join me, and hugged me lovingly from behind as I worked. When Lisa and Don descended, we went to greet them and asked them if they'd like coffee or something to eat, but they thought it was best that they'd be going. I quietly slipped Lisa a jewelry box with her necklace in it, and told her that I hoped she'd have as much fun in it as I'd had. I considered letting Don kiss me, but decided that Lisa might take offense, so I just shook his hand and thanked him for everything.

When he returned, I knew that David was satiated. I didn't want him to be under undue pressure, so I just undressed him, got him into bed, stripped my clothes off and laid with him naked under the covers. I held him tenderly until he dropped off to sleep.

I woke early and silently slipped out of our bed. Taking a opaque but frilly blue nightgown, I went downstairs, put a jogging suit on and retrieved the car. When I got home, I changed into the nightgown. Quite late in the morning when I heard Don wake up and fiddle around the bedroom, I began to prepare a fresh breakfast for him. He took a seat at the table, and I could tell he was looking at my curves underneath the fabric.

"Who was that woman I was with last night?" he asked.

"Which one?"

"The only one I care about."

"Oh, Lisa!" I teased.

"Well, I guess I care about her too, but I was thinking of you, wench!" I giggled.

David asked me to explain again what I'd done, as he'd been in no condition to understand all the nuances of the story the previous evening. I gave him all the details he wanted, and let him know that the relationship between Don and myself had started off innocently.

"David, I'm so sorry that it turned out the way it did. I didn't plan on him becoming my lover. We just found ourselves more and more attracted to each other, and things just happened . . ."

"I know, dear, don't be upset. That's just the way it happened with Lisa and I. There's no harm done. As a matter of fact, there's a lot of good that's come out of this. I know that we can make our relationship stronger for this."

While he went on about the positive aspects of our affairs, I climbed up on the counter and flashed the tops of my legs at him. He got the idea, and came over and made love to me there in the kitchen.

As we were slowing down, we heard the doorbell. I hurriedly put my nightgown back on and went to the door; there was no one there, but someone had left a gift wrapped package. We opened it to find a copy of another sex manual with an inscription from Lisa and Don. What sweet people!

That evening, we drove north to Smith's Ford, and I got him into the backseat where we made passionate love to that rock & roll tape I'd made.

For the next few weeks, David and I made love at least four or five times a week, occasionally twice a day. David told me how much he enjoyed the new little things I did, and he asked me to explain all of the things that Don and I did together. He wanted to tell me about the things he and Lisa had done, and I encouraged him to, as we needed to be done with the jealousy that might have festered without communications.

One night, David asked me if I would like to have Don again, or some other man. I told him truthfully that he was enough man for me. I did suggest, however, that a foursome with Don and Lisa might be fun. He said that if we could ever get that to happen, it would be great; neither of us thought that such a fantasy would ever come true.

The next Wednesday evening, we decided to go to the club for dinner. There was only one other car in the parking lot, and we could see that the club was very quiet. Entering the dining room, we found Lisa and Don just getting their first drink before dinner. Greeting us warmly, they invited us to sit with them. At first, Don was trying to flirt with me, and I wanted to give it back to him, but I wasn't sure how David would take it, so I just ignored him.

Dinner went smoothly, with no friction at all between the couples. Between courses, Lisa and I went to powder out noses, and Lisa asked me how Superman was. I told her that I could barely sit down anymore because my bottom was so sore from all the sex. Then she said, "I really found Dave to be pretty good after he got over being nervous. If you ever get tired of him, let me have another shot, will you?" We just laughed at the joke, and I told her that I'd swap him for Don and a share of her sex appeal. She and I laughed about how she would see me with my friends on Thursday's when she came in for her steam after work, and how she always thought that I could never be a threat.

We were seated at the far end of the dining room against the windows, and could see whenever our waiter came out of the kitchen to see if we needed anything. Over desert and coffee, the conversation somehow got around to the dual affairs. David told Don how much we appreciated his help, and asked if there was anything we could do to repay him and Lisa. Of course, he was gallant and refused, but the seed had been planted.

We had a few after-dinner drinks in the bar, and then said good night to each other. This time, I let Don hug me and I gave him a kiss on the cheek while reaching around his back to put my hand lightly on his rear. He gave a little start, but covered it quickly.

That evening David wanted to make love to me; I'm sure he was thinking about Lisa's low cut gown and what was in it. I tried a new technique on him so that he was quite satisfied. I got him to tell me another detail about Lisa's technique while we were going at it. Afterwards, he asked me for another detail about Don, and I told him about his desire to have two girls at once. He wondered about how he could make that happen, and I suggested that I might be the second girl with Lisa. I expected David to reject the idea, but to my surprise he seemed to become excited at the idea. He told me to go ahead, if I could set it up.

I went to the club the next afternoon, and happened to meet Lisa in the steambath. There was no one else in the room, so the subject turned, as always, to sex.

"You know," I said, "Don told me once what he'd really like."

"A threesome," Lisa answered, "just like a typical male. Their eyes are always bigger than their stomachs."

"Well, what do you think about making his fantasy come true? I'd be willing to assist in it, if you didn't mind."

She considered it for a few minutes, and then said, "You know, you're right. I was thinking of what I could give him for our anniversary, and this is going to be perfect." We made arrangements for a week Friday, and ensured each other that it would be a surprise for Don because neither of us would tell him.

When I told David that I was going over to Don and Lisa's for dinner, if he would have asked me not to go I wouldn't have. It was his decision. Instead of being concerned about it, he simply made me promise that I would give him every last detail when I got home. On Friday morning, he was so excited about what was going to happen to me that he helped me prepare.

I met Lisa at their house on Friday afternoon. We went to the bedroom to put on our outfits, and after we had both stripped down, I realized that the transparent bra and panties I had brought was a set that Don had already seen. Lisa didn't think that would do, so she insisted that I go through her chest of drawers until I found something that I liked. I found a little black and white maid's outfit, and she insisted that I wear it. The bra was just a little large, but I didn't think I'd have it on long.

When Don pulled into the driveway, Lisa waited for him in the living room. He knew something was up from the way she greeted him, and when I entered the room acting like a proper English maid serving tea and crumpets, he went wild. The three of us rolled around in the living room, and then retired to the bedroom for some serious sex. Don had his fantasy fulfilled, and both Lisa and I came multiple times. As the three of us were laying naked in their bed, I was playing with Don's limp penis, and remarked, "Too bad this things a party pooper. See, Lisa, I told you we should have had two men, instead of just this one."

"Well, what's Dave doing?" Don asked. I could see Lisa begin to get interested in the conversation.

"I told him to stay at home, be a good boy, and not to do anything I wouldn't do; I mean, anything that's not proper."

Lisa spoke up. "Why don't we invite him over? It'd serve you right, Don, for being such a wimp."

In an attempt to prove us wrong, Don tried to muster strength in his member; it wasn't working well, however. "Alright, let me call for the reserves." He dialed our home number, and when David answered the phone, Don screamed for help, as if we were abusing him, and whimpered for assistance. Lisa took the phone and let David know he was welcome to join us. While we were waiting for him, Lisa went down to the living room and left the door ajar so that David could just walk in. Meanwhile, I got some of Lisa's scarves and tied Don to the bedframe. We turned off all the lights, and waited.

Before long, David entered the house and found his way to the bedroom, following the sounds of Don's tortured screams. We were waiting on either side of the entrance, and when David entered the bedroom, I grabbed him from behind and Lisa turned on some bright lights, allowing him to view her naked body. David let us 'capture' him, and we tied him to the bed next to Don and had our way with him. He was ready to go, and first Lisa and then I had sex with him. We didn't ignore Don; at one point while Lisa was on top of David orgasming, I was fondling David's nipples and put my vagina into Don's face so he could lick me. Finally, David was as limp as Don had been, and we let the two of them loose. Lisa and David went to the kitchen to get refreshments, and Don began to fondle me. When the two of them returned and found what we were doing, Lisa took David to the bookshelf to find another sex manual and invent a new position. When the evening ended, I asked Don and Lisa if they'd like to come by our house for dinner in two weeks, and they agreed.

Before they came over, Lisa and I talked, and we assured ourselves that we both wanted to continue the foursome. When they arrived at our house, David and Don were acting a little shy, as if they weren't sure if we were all going to have sex again. Lisa and I solved that problem by going into the kitchen, stripping off our clothes and putting aprons on our naked bodies. When the boys saw that, the evening festivities started.

Since then, whatever the group wants to do is fine. When Don went out of town, I told David to go over and keep Lisa company. Of course, I did the same when Don was a temporary bachelor. Basically, anything goes.

One night when Lisa and I were alone, she told me about a new boyfriend she had; apparently he had a very large penis. Lisa suggested that she'd set up a date for me with him, but I declined; two men are enough for me. I'm sure that David hasn't fooled around with anyone else since, either.

I never did take up golf. I tried it once or twice with Lisa, but she's so much better than I, that I know I'd never get as good as her, so I won't even try. At golf, that is, I think we're about even when we go to the mattress.

One evening, the four of us were at our house, playing a game. I won the round, and that meant that Don had to do anything that I wanted. I started thinking about the things I like best, and then said, "You know, they say revenge is a meal best eaten cold. Don, that's what I'd like you to do to me, but thanks to you, I don't think anyone will ever call me cold again."

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