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Subject: {ASSM} The Lottery - Part 64 (MF, oral, con)
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the express written permission of the author.  (C)2003 By: Dark Vision.

The contents of this story are fictitious.  Any similarity to
persons alive or dead is purely coincidental.

This story contains descriptions of sex, including sex between
family members.  It is intended for adults only.  If you are offended
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The author may be contacted at Darkvision29@hotmail.com

By: Dark Vision

The Lottery - Part 64 (MF, oral, con)

Liz woke up early Saturday morning, slid out from under her
husband's arm and got out of bed.  She went into the bathroom and
looked at herself in the mirror.  Running her hands through her
disheveled hair and over her nude body, Liz examined herself.  She
cupped her small, but still firm, breasts and looked at the hickey
Jerry left between her globes.  Smiling, she stepped back and moved
her hands over her stomach, wishing it was still as flat as it was in
her younger years.

When she moved her hands over her neatly trimmed mons and between
her legs, she felt the crusty remains of her husband's semen.  They
had enjoyed a night of slow, loving, and very passionate lovemaking
after leaving the other couples.

Reflecting on the past few months, Liz could hardly believe that she
was seeing the same woman.  She thought about how mundane her, and
her husband's, life had become prior to meeting their new friends.
How everyday ran into the next with little change, and how they had
lost what little passion they had for each other.

Turning around, Liz studied her backside, promising herself she
would start to work out and tighten her buttocks.  She could still
remember how there once was a crease where her legs met her bottom,
but it had disappeared long ago.  Now it was difficult to tell where
the back of her thighs stopped and her bottom began.

Liz went to the tub and began to fill it with hot water.  She poured
bath oil, supplied by the hotel, into the water and watched as it
began to foam.  When the temperature was right and the tub full, she
stepped into the bath and lowered herself into the silky water.  She
inhaled the fragrant aroma the bath oil provided and settled back,
stretching her legs out in front of her.

Resting her head on the ledge of the large tub, Liz closed her eyes
and again began to reflect on the resent changes in her life.  She
thought back to the night in the Grahams' hot tub and the things she
and her husband did.  Things they had never done in their sexual
lives alone, let alone in front of others.

Liz recalled the feeling of the water jet, in Marge's hot tub,
against her crotch and the touch of another woman.  She remembered in
vivid detail her first experience of performing oral sex and wondered
if ingesting her husband's semen had somehow feed a sleeping monster
deep within her.

Running her hands over her breasts and down to her crotch, Liz
thought about Jerry's penis exploding in her mouth and the taste of
his cum.  She rubbed her fingers between the folds of her labia,
touched her clitoris, and recalled the exquisite feeling of her
husband's tongue when he licked her for the first time.

"What a night!"  She said out loud to herself.

In the span of a few wonderful hours she had transformed from a
sexual prude into a borderline nymphomaniac.  She masturbated, sucked
Jerry's penis, and received oral sex, all firsts.  Pushing her finger
into her vagina, Liz moaned and felt the excitement of her touch
telegraph through her body.

Liz slowly brought herself closer and closer to orgasm as she
fingers probed her opening and danced over her engorged clit.  She
moaned softly and rubbed one of her breasts with her other hand,
pulling at her hard nipple.  Her self-induced sexual bliss was
interrupted by the sound of Jerry's voice.

"That is the most beautiful sight I've seen in a long time," she
heard him say.

Opening her eyes, Liz looked up at her husband as he stood staring
into the bathtub.  She smiled at him, but didn't stop what she was
doing.  Her eyes traveled from Jerry's grinning face to his crotch
and locked on his expanding penis.  An unquenchable desire came over
her and she scrambled to her knees and faced her husband.

With one hand still buried in her heated crotch, she reached for
Jerry's penis with the other.  Gently, she pulled him closer to the
tub and stroked his shaft with her slippery hand.  Leaning over the
edge of the tub, Liz opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and
swiped it over the tip of his manhood.  She giggled as his penis
jumped at her touch and she covered the spongy helmet with her mouth.
After rubbing her tongue along the underside of his penis, she
removed her mouth and looked up into his eyes.

"Good morning sweetheart, is this big hard cock for me?"  She asked,
taking him back into her mouth, covering half his length, and then
pulling back.  "Is this my breakfast?"

Jerry groaned and nodded his head as he watched his wife open her
mouth, take him in and clamp her lips around his shaft.  She could
taste the salty remains of their lovemaking from the night before and
pushed forward until his bulbous head was at the opening of her
throat.  Jerry watched his wife's cheeks cave in as she applied
suction to his penis and moaned in pleasure as she began to bob her
head along its length.

Liz rolled her clit with her fingers as she sucked on her husband.
She removed her hand from his shaft, gripped the back of his leg, and
pulled him towards her.  Leaning forward, Jerry put his hands against
the wall behind his wife and began to move his hips.  He steadied
himself with his knees against the edge of the tub and slid his
member in and out of Liz's warm moist mouth.

Pulling her head back and letting him out of her mouth, Liz looked
up and said, "Fuck my mouth Jerry.  Shove your cock down my throat
and feed me your hot cum."

Liz took his penis back into her mouth, tilted her head back, and
waited for him to slide his shaft along her lips.  Jerry slowly
moved, pushing in until he bumped the back of her mouth and then
pulled back so only the head of his penis was hidden.  When he
entered her throat, Liz gagged slightly and Jerry started to pull
back.  She dug her fingers into the back of his thigh and pushed her
head forward, allowing him deeper into her throat.  Fighting off her
reflexes, she groaned as his thick member filled her tight opening
and then pulled back to breath.

Jerry could see her fingers working feverously between her legs as
he moved in and out of her mouth.  Liz's eyes were opened wide and
filled with lust as she took all he offered, sucking firmly as he
pulled back.  Jerry removed one of his hands from the wall, grabbed
the back of her head, and began to pump his penis in and out of her
mouth in an uncontrolled motion.  Liz felt his testicles slap against
her chin as her husband continued to thrust into her mouth, and felt
his thigh muscles begin to tighten.

Liz drove the fingers of the hand between her legs deep into her
vagina and moved the other one from her husband's thigh to his shaft.
She controlled the depth of his thrusts, wanting to taste his semen
on her rapid moving tongue.  When she felt Jerry's penis begin to
swell, she made a circle with her thumb and forefinger around the
base of his shaft and squeezed.

Jerry groaned as he felt his cum well up in his testicles and surge
against her vice-like grip.

"I'm going to explode!"  He yelled as he tried to wiggle away from
her hand and allow his semen to be released.

Liz backed off until only the head of his penis was in her sucking
mouth and tightened her lips firmly around his shaft.  She could feel
his shaft swelling in her hand and finally released her grip,
allowing his cum to flood her mouth.  Surge after strong surge of hot
semen splattered against the roof of her mouth and she fought the
urge to swallow.  When Jerry's ejaculations changed to a dribble, Liz
slowly milked the last few drops on to her tongue with her hand.

Jerry felt his legs shaking as his wife removed his penis from her
mouth.  She gazed up at him, showing him the pool of semen in her
open mouth.  When Jerry smiled, she moved her tongue and let him
watch his cum drain into her throat.  Liz licked her lips several
times and sat back in the tub.

"Where did you learn that trick?"  Jerry asked as he sat on the edge
of the tub.

"Dianne told me about it.  Did you like it?"

"I've never cum like that before Lizzie, it felt like my balls were
going to bust.  When you let go, it was like my cum was being sucked
out of my head."

Liz giggled and turned to lie back in the tepid water.  She put her
foot on the valve for the hot water, turned it on, and waited for the
temperature to rise.  Jerry stepped into the tub, moved her forward,
and slid in behind her.  He put his arms around her body and folded
them across her chest, resting them on her breasts.  Liz leaned her
head back, placed it against his chest, and put her hands on his arms.

When the water began to get too deep and ran the risk of overflowing
the tub, Liz opened the drain valve with her toes.  She waited for
the level to subside and flipped the leaver up, closing the drain.
When the water was warm again, she turned off the valve and lowered
her leg.

The couple relaxed in the warm water, enjoying the closeness.  Liz
rubbed Jerry's forearm lightly with her fingertips, thinking about
her new attitude regarding sex, and the many pleasures she had
enjoyed ever since the transformation.

"Jerry," she whispered.  "Are you as happy as I am about the way
things have changed?"

Kissing her on top of her head, he replied, "Yes honey."

"I don't understand why you stayed with me, the way I was.  You are
such a kind man and you never pushed me about sex at all.  Now that I
see how much I deprived you of, I guess I wouldn't have blamed you if
you took a lover or just left."

"Lizzie, I love you so much that it never crossed my mind to leave.
I considered a mistress a couple of times, but decided that you meant
more to me than sex.  I must admit however, I don't jack-off nearly
as often as I use to."

"You still masturbate?"

"Yes, sometimes.  Only now I think about the things we have done
with each other instead of the things I would like to do.  When ever
I think about the first time you gave me a blowjob I get hard and can
hardly control myself."

Liz chuckled as she thought about her husband with his hand around
his penis, stroking himself.  She moved one of her hands between her
legs and toyed with her clitoris.

"I want to watch you sometime."

"Watch me do what?  Jack-off?"

"Yes Jerry, I want to see you use your hand to play with your cock
until you shoot your cum."

"Okay, if you want me too.  I would do it right now, but after that
great head job you just gave me I don't think I can get it up."

Liz wiggled her back against his flaccid penis and giggled.  After a
moment she stopped laughing and asked, "What else do you think about
when you jack-off Jerry?"

"I don't know Lizzie..."

"Do you think about Megan Jerry?  Do you think about the night you
fucked our daughter and she sucked your cock?"

"Well...yes, I think about that sometimes," he admitted.  "Most of the
time I think about you though."

"You want to do it again, don't you?  You would love to put your big
cock in Megan's hot little cunt and fuck her again wouldn't you?"

Liz could hear her husband's breathing change, getting heavier.  She
felt his penis begin to stir against her back, as he remained silent.
She increased the speed of her fingers on her crotch as she continued
to tease him.

"You loved fucking our little girl Jerry!  You loved shoving your
hard prick in and out of her pussy and making her cum."

Jerry squirmed in the tub, rubbing his rejuvenated penis against his
wife's bare back.  He glanced down and noticed that she was playing
with herself and realized that she was turning herself on as much as
she was exciting him.

"Yes Lizzie, I want to fuck Megan again.  I want to fuck her while
you're in the same bed watching me stuffing her tight hole with my
cock.  I want to cum in her pussy and watch you suck my seed out of
her and clean my cock with your mouth."

Liz's fingers moved at a rapid pace over her clit.  She moaned out
loud as she shoved two fingers into her vagina and twisted them.
Jerry moved his hands to her hips, gripped her, and lifted her up.
He slid down slightly and placed his hard penis between her legs.
When she felt his member against the back of her hand, she seized him
and guided him into her opening.

"Oh yes!" she cried out as his penis sank into her slick vagina.
"Fuck me Jerry, fuck me hard!"

Liz began to bounce on her husband's lap, causing the water in the
tub to splash up the sides.  She leaned forward, put her hands on his
thighs, and continued to slam herself up and down on him.  Jerry
placed his fingertip on her clit and rubbed it roughly as she impaled
herself on his rigid shaft.

Suddenly, Liz's body tightened and began to shake.  Her orgasm
coursed through her body and she shoved her bottom down hard into
Jerry's lap.  He could feel her vagina convulse around his penis as
her climax rose to its pinnacle and she screamed out in lustful
pleasure.  When her orgasm subsided, she fell limp in his lap, his
still rigid member buried in her vagina.

Liz remained still for several minutes and then put her hands on the
edges of the tub.  She lifted herself slowly until she felt Jerry's
penis pull out of her vagina and she sat back into the water.
Turning around, she knelt between his legs, took his face in her
hands, and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

"Jerry," she said softly as she leaned back so she could look into
his eyes.  "Do you think we are going too far?  Do you think our new
altitude about sex is a little on the bazaar side?"

"No honey, do you?"

"I really don't know how I feel Jerry.  Sometimes I feel like a slut
or a cheap whore when I talk and act like I just did, but if the
truth were known, I love it.  I love to feel used and nasty, I love
to think about you having sex with other women and me with other men.
I love to have group sex with the others and I love the thought of
you and Megan."

"Lizzie," Jerry said as he stroked her cheek with the back of his
fingers.  "We are only judged on our actions, not our feelings, our
thoughts, or our fantasies.  Besides, what business is it of other
people what we do or say in private?  As long as we are okay with
everything, and the others in our life are okay with it, no harm, no
foul."

"I need to get out of this water before I look like a prune," Liz
chuckled.

Jerry stood up and extended his hand to Liz.  She took it and he
pulled her to her feet.  Liz opened the drain, pulled the curtain
closed and turned on the shower.  Turning to face Jerry, she noticed
his penis was still erect.  She took it into her hand, stroked its
length a couple of times and then let it go.

"You're going to have to wait a while before I can take care of that
thing for you," she said, grinning.  "Unless you want to take care of
it yourself."

Liz picked up a bar of soap and Jerry wrapped his fingers around his
penis.  He watched her cover her body with foamy suds as he stroked
himself.  When Liz saw what he was doing, she stopped washing herself
to watch.

"Jerry," Liz said in a low sexy voice.  "I have a confession to
make.  You know how turned on you get thinking about Megan?  Well I
get that way thinking about Jack.  I fantasize about Jack and Megan
in bed with me, and feeling his young cock in my pussy.  I can almost
taste Megan's hot cunt when I think about having my face between her
legs while her boyfriend takes me from behind."

The soft sound of Liz's voice and the vivid description of her
desires excited Jerry.  He began to hammer his fist over his rigid
penis as he visualized his wife being screwed by Jack.

"I want to feel Jack's prick swell up in my cunt and his cum fill me
Jerry.  I want to have his slick cock in my mouth and clean his cum
off of it after he fucked me."

Jerry groaned as his testicles pulled up and his penis began to
spray his wife with his semen.  He continued to pump his member until
the last drop of his cum dribbled out of the slit in the tip and onto
the floor of the tub.  Still holding his softening member, Jerry
leaned back against the wall of the shower and gasped for breath.

"I thought that would turn you on lover," Liz chuckled as she spread
his semen over her stomach and breasts.

"Fucking right," he choked out.  "What an image.  For a second
there, I thought you were serious about fucking Jack."

Liz took the soap and resumed washing herself.  She looked up at her
husband's flush face and smiled.

"I was serious Jerry," she cooed.

Jerry just shook his head and then took the soap from his wife.  He
thought about what she had said as he rubbed the bar briskly over his
body.  Once they were finished, Liz turned off the water and pulled
the shower curtain aside.  She grabbed two towels off the rack,
handed one to Jerry and began to rub the other over her body.  When
she was dry, she wrapped the towel around her wet hair, stepped out
of the tub, and slipped into one of the plush white terrycloth robes
the hotel provided.

Jerry also put on a robe and followed his wife out into the living
room of the suite.  Bob and Dianne were sitting on a couch, dressed
in matching robes, and drinking coffee.  Liz went over to the cart
room service had delivered and poured a cup of the hot coffee for
herself and her husband.  She handed Jerry the cup she had fixed for
him and sat next to Dianne on the couch.

"Well?"  Dianne said to Liz.

Liz looked at her and said, "Well what?"

"Did he fuck you?"  Dianne asked with a chuckle.  "We could hear you
begging for it from out here."

Liz's face turned bright red and she too giggled.  "Yes he did,
thank you very much, he fucked my brains out."

"Who got their brains fucked out," Anne asked as she and Don walked
into the room.

"Liz did," Bob replied, looking out from behind his newspaper.
"Where are Marc and Marge?"

"They must still be in bed," Don said as he poured coffee for
himself and his sister.

"You guys must have had a long night," Jerry said.

"I had a wonderful night," Anne said with a smile.  "I don't know
about Marge and Marc."

Anne pulled out a chair, sat next to her brother at the table, and
sipped her coffee.  Don reached for one of the Danish rolls on the
table, tore it in half, and offered Anne a piece.  She took the roll
from her brother and bit into it.

When Marc and Marge joined the rest of the group, they started to
make plans for the day.  Jerry turned the television on and tuned in
the local weather.  The report was for a sunny day with temperatures
in the low fifties and a mild breeze.

"It seems like it should be a nice day today," Jerry said.  "What do
you folks want to see?"

"The shops on Fifth Avenue," Marge said.  "I want to do more
shopping before we leave.  Other than that, the only other thing I
would really like to do, is take a buggy ride through Central Park."

"I've heard that a ride on the Staten Island Ferry provides a great
view of the Statue Of Liberty," Marc offered.  "I don't know if we
have time to visit the statue on this trip, but I would love to at
least see it."

The four couples lounged around in their robes, drinking coffee and
planning their itinerary.  Once they had eaten the sweet rolls and
bagels that Bob ordered, they decided to get dressed and head out to
see the sights.

"Don't forget, dress to shop," Liz called out as each couple made
their way into their own room.

"Did you and Marc have a good night?"  Don asked Marge as he watched
her slip her robe off her shoulders.

"Yes, how about you and Anne, did you two catch up on old times?"

"It was nice Marge.  It's been a long time since we spent an entire
night with our siblings."

Marge nodded and stepped in front of her husband.  She untied the
belt of his robe and pushed it open, revealing his nude body.
Reaching down, Marge picked up Don's flaccid penis and held it in her
hand.  She stroked the top of his shaft with her thumb as she slowly
moved her hand over its growing length.

"Did your sister save anything for me?"  Marge chuckled.

 "Of course Marge, there is always some for my baby.  Do you think
we have time for a quickie before we go?"  Don asked as he lifted the
weight of her breasts with the palms of his hands and teased her
nipples with his thumbs.

"Mmmm, maybe," she replied, pulling him towards the bed by his penis
and sitting on the edge.  "You know I can't refuse a quickie!"

Don felt her lips close around the head of his penis and her tongue
swirl around the ridge.  He put his hands on the sides of her head
and pushed forward, sliding his shaft past her lips and into her warm
wet mouth.  Marge sucked on him as she slowly bobbed her head on his
rigid penis.  When Don started to move his hips in unison with her
head, she stopped and sat back.

"That's enough for now sweetie," she said.  "We'd better get dressed."

"You mean your going to leave me with a hard-on?  Aren't you going
to finish sucking my cock, or let me fuck you?"

"Not right now," she chuckled.  "I want you to think about what
you're going to get later.  I might just try to keep you up all day."

The group met in the living room of Jerry and Liz's suite after they
finished dressing.  The women all wore slacks and sweaters, the men
jeans and long sleeved shirts.  Jerry was on the phone, talking to
someone.

"He should be finished in a few minutes," Liz said.  "Something came
up with about his client."

Everyone chatted about the upcoming day as they waited for Jerry to
finish his business.  Don and Bob each poured a cup of coffee and sat
at the dining table, the woman discussed the shopping they would be
doing that afternoon.  Marc picked up a newspaper and began to read
the front page.

"Sorry about that," Jerry said as he hung up the telephone.  "This
client is trying to keep his house and few other assets he put up to
start the business.  Things are turning ugly for him."

"Do you think you'll be able to help him salvage his home?"  Don
asked.

"We should be able to.  The courts don't like to take a person's
home if it can be avoided.  It all depends on the creditors and how
hard-lined they are," Jerry replied as he filled a coffee cup and sat
at the table.

If you will excuse me," Jerry said.  "I need to call Sam Mitchell
and talk with him for a few minutes.  I'll be ready to go soon."

"We all know you're here on business Jerry," Marc said.  "Do what
ever you need to do."

Jerry took his coffee, went into his bedroom and closed the door.
After several minutes, he came back out into the living room and
announced he was ready to go.  The group put on their jackets, filed
out the door of the suite and headed to the elevators.  Once on the
street outside the hotel, they all followed Jerry to the entrance to
the subways.

Don bought tokens for everyone and they went through the turnstile
and onto the platform to wait for the next train.  When the train
pulled up and the doors opened, they all got on.  They quickly found
seats and sat down just as the doors closed and the subway train
lurched forward.  As the train made its way along the route to the
south end of the island, the lights flickered on and off.

"Why do the lights do that?"  Anne asked.

"I'm not real sure," Jerry said.  "The trains are electric and get
their power from the tracks.  I guess that when they go over bad
spots, the lights flicker."

Dianne commented on the lack of passengers and how she had always
imagined the subway to be crowded like the movies she'd seen.  Jerry
explained that on Saturday, there were very few people in Manhattan,
but during the week the trains were very crowded.  When they reached
their stop, Jerry led them off the train and up to street level.

The group walked along the almost deserted streets, making their way
to the Staten Island ferry.  They boarded the ferry, went to the bow,
and stood outside in the cool morning air.  When the large boat left
the dock, Jerry asked if anyone wanted coffee.

"That sounds good," Liz said.  "I'll help you go and get it."

Jerry and his wife left, went inside, and returned with coffee for
everyone.  The group could see the Statue of Liberty in the distance
and continued to watch it, as they got closer.  While they stood on
the deck watching the scenery, they drank their hot coffee and
commented about the sights.  The ferry docked at Staten Island and
most of the passengers got off.  A new group got on the boat and soon
they were on their way back to Manhattan.

After the ferry ride, they walked to South Street Sea Port and
wandered around the shops and other sights.  They had a seafood lunch
at one of the restaurants that was in the mall and toured a Tall
Sailing Ship that had been converted to museum.  During the morning
and into the afternoon, Jerry received and placed several phone calls.

The group rode the subway back up-town and the women shopped along
Fifth Avenue.  Laden with packages, they took cabs back to the hotel
to put away their purchases.

Marge took her bags into her bedroom and placed them on the bed.
She removed the contents and showed her husband what she had bought.

"I picked this up for Kim," Marge said, holding up a pair of slacks
and a sweater.

Don nodded as he watched his wife take item after item out of the
bags and place them on the bed.  When she was finished, she went to
Don and put her arms around his waist.  She put her head against his
chest and rubbed her hand up and down his back.

"Are you having a good time Marge?"  Don asked his wife.

"Mmmm, yes I am honey.  It is fun to be away with you and our
friends, but I do miss the kids.  I hope they're okay."

"I'm sure they're doing fine Marge, they're good kids.  I don't
think we have anything to worry about with them."

"Don, do you think the boys will stay away from the girls tonight,
or go over to our house?"

"Well," Don chuckled.  "If it was you, Anne, Marc and I in that
situation, I know what we would have done.  We would have been
together as soon as we could.  I think our kids will do as we asked
them though, we have never given them any reason to sneak around."

Don and Marge discussed the kids for a few more minutes and then
went to find out what the others were up to.  When they went into the
living room they shared with Marc and Anne, they found them relaxing
on the couch.

"What's the plan for the rest of the afternoon?"  Marge asked.

"Bob and Dianne want to lie down for a bit and rest," Anne said.
"Jerry is on the phone and Liz is in the bedroom with him.  I guess
we are going to head for Central Park in about an hour or so."

Marge sat down and began to remove her shoes.  "If we have an hour,
I'm going to get comfy.  My feet are a little sore from all the
walking this morning."

"I already did," Anne said as she held up her foot and displayed her
socks.  "I think I may shed these slacks too."

"If you take off your pants," Marc chuckled.  "I may just have a
little afternoon snack."

Smiling at her husband, Anne unfastened the button on her slacks and
pulled down the zipper.  She stood up, pushed her pants over her hips
and removed them.

"Okay sweetie, come and get it," Anne said as she removed her
panties and sat on the couch.

Marc knelt on the floor between his wife's legs and gazed up into
her crotch.  He put his hands on the tops of her legs, slid them up
and rubbed his thumbs over her labia.  Anne leaned back and giggled
as her husband stroked her soft flesh and pulled her open.  Leaning
forward, Marc ran the tip of his tongue between the soft folds,
lingering at her clitoris.

Don and Marge sat opposite Marc and Anne, watching them.  They could
see the look of pleasure on Anne's face as Marc busied his tongue on
her crotch.  Marge stretched out on the couch, put her hear on Don's
leg and closed her eyes.  She moved her hand to his crotch and
massaged him as he parted his legs and groaned.

Placing his hand on Marge's head, Don ran his fingers through her
hair.  He felt her hand stop moving, looked down and saw she was
asleep.  Leaning his head back, Don closed his eyes and tried to nap
as Marc continued to lap at Anne across the room.

Anne lifted her legs and put them over Marc's shoulders.  He slid
his hands under her bottom and gripped her cheeks as he pushed his
tongue into her vagina.  Taking her clit between his lips and tapping
at it with his tongue, Marc felt his wife dig her heals into his back
and try to pull him closer.  When she started to moan, he pulled his
head away and let her clam down.

Marc kept up his teasing for the next thirty minutes, bringing her
close to her climax and then backing away.  When Anne started to beg
for relieve, he nibbled her clitoris until she came.  Her orgasm was
somewhat restrained, but pleasurable.  Her body tightened and her
vagina tingled as Marc pushed a finger into her and slowly stroked
her quivering walls.  When she pushed him away, Marc got up and sat
next to Anne.

"Thanks honey," Anne said.  "I'm all relaxed now."

"You want to take a short nap?  Looks like Don and my sister are
already out."

Anne pulled her panties back on, stretched out on the couch and
invited Marc to join her.  He lie next to her, put his arm around her
body and began to squeeze one of her breasts.  The two drifted off to
sleep in one another's arms.

Dianne woke Marge and Don after about an hour and told them it was
time to go.  Marge sat up, rubbed her eyes and ran her fingers
through her hair.

"Okay Dianne," Marge said.  "I'll wake Anne and Marc and we'll be
over in a few minutes."

Once everyone was dressed and in their coats, they left the hotel
and walked the several blocks to Central Park.  Jerry talked to a
couple of the men in the buggies and paid them.  Don, Marge, Liz and
Jerry climbed into one of the buggies and the rest of the group got
into the other.  The driver offered Marge a blanket and she covered
everyone's laps as the buggy pulled away from the curb.  The horse's
hoofs clacked on the pavement as the driver turned into the entrance
to the park.

Don felt a hand on his crotch under the blanket and turned to his
wife.  When he noticed both of her hands were above the wool cover,
he turned to Liz and smiled.  Grinning, Liz massaged Don's penis and
began to chuckle.

"What's going on over there?"  Jerry asked.

"Oh nothing dear," Liz giggled.  "I'm just playing with Don."

Marge glanced at her husband's lap and saw the movement of Liz's
hand beneath the blanket.  Chuckling, she moved over, sat between
Jerry and Liz, and put her hand on Jerry's crotch.  The driver looked
straight ahead as the two women fondled the other's husband, making
remarks about the things they were passing.

Liz leaned over to Marge and whispered into her ear, "I would love
to spend a little time with you tonight Marge, that is if Don doesn't
mind."

Marge smiled and nodded her head, removing her hand from Jerry's
penis.  She put her other hand over the top of Liz's and squeezed it
gently.  She and Liz gazed into one another's eyes and big smiles
formed on their faces.

"Just what the hell are you two cooking up?"  Don asked, as he
looked first at his wife and then at Liz.

"A little something for later," Marge replied.

"That sounds like fun to me," Jerry said, joining the conversation.

"Who said you were invited," Liz chuckled.  "Maybe it's just Marge
and I."

"That's fine with me," Jerry said.  "As long as Don and I can watch."

The four started to laugh and the girls continued to fondle the guys
growing members.  Marge pulled Jerry's zipper down, slipped her hand
into his fly and played with his hard penis.  Leaning over to him,
she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'd like to have your cock in me tonight Jerry," Marge whispered.

Jerry groaned and nodded as she tried to stroke his in the confines
of his slacks.  He wiggled in the buggy seat and parted his legs.
Marge squeezed him, removed her hand and pulled up his zipper as the
ride came to an end and the driver stopped the buggy.

"That was nice," Anne said as she walked over to Marge and Liz.

"It was real nice," Don said with a laugh.

Glancing down at her brother's crotch, Anne noticed the bulge.  She
grinned and said, "Can't Marge keep her hands off of you?"

"Sure she can," Don replied.  "She didn't have anything to do with
it."

Anne realized that it must have been Liz that had made her brother
erect and began to laugh.  Liz shrugged her shoulders and smiled at
Anne.

"Now what?"  Marc asked as he joined the group along with Bob and
Diane.  "Where are we going next?"

Bob looked at his watch and said, "I don't know about the rest of
you, but I could eat."

"Dinner sounds good to me too," Anne said.  "Where are we going
tonight Jerry?"

"That all depends on if you want to get dressed up, or go like we
are," Jerry said.

"I would like to have dinner and then go back to the room," Liz
replied.  "How about everyone else?"

The group discussed their options and decided to eat at the hotel.
They walked back to the hotel, decided on one of the finer
restaurants and went inside to be seated.  They ordered wine and
looked over the menus as they talked about their plans for the rest
of the night.

After their meal, they went back to the rooms and sat down to relax.
The four women sat on one of the couches and talked about shopping
while the men sat down at the table.  Jerry got up, poured drinks for
everyone, passed them out and rejoined the other men at the table.
They chatted about the day and the things they had seen.

"Don," Jerry said.  "Have you ever considered owning a bigger boat?"

"I don't know Jerry, I guess I've never really thought about it,"
Don replied.  "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I have been talking with Sam Mitchell at our office and I had
him do some calculations.  It might be a great write-off for you and
Marc if we put the deal together just right," Jerry said.

"How's that?"  Marc asked.

"If we formed a company and you two funded it, we could create some
losses and provide tax relief.  You two are going to end up giving
the government about fifty percent of the money you're earning with
your investments and Sam and I think we can limit that," Jerry said.

"How can you do that, if you don't mind me asking," Bob asked.

Jerry took a sip of his cocktail and looked at Marc and Don for
permission to continue.

"I'd like to know how you can do that too," Don said.  "We're all
friends here and I don't really care if Bob is part of the
discussion."

"Neither do I," Marc added.  "Just what kind of business are you
talking about and how does a boat fit in?"

"When my client, the one I'm here in New York for, came to me with
his business plan, I had Sam review it.  Sam said that he didn't see
how this guy could make any money doing it and that it was doomed for
failure.  When the client told us that the plan was to provide a tax
shelter for his investors, it began to make some sense," Jerry told
them.

"Then why did the guy's business fail and force him into
bankruptcy?"  Marc said.

"It seems that a couple of the investors backed out and left him
holding the bag.  He tried to do too much by himself and didn't keep
Sam or me in the loop.  Now he's fucked and there is nothing he can
do about it," Jerry explained.

"Why don't Marc and I just invest with him Jerry?"  Don asked.
"Wouldn't that give us the break too?"

"Yes it would, but I wouldn't trust this guy as far as I could throw
him.  I think the whole thing was a scam to get him a boat and he had
no interest in his investors," Jerry said.  "If it wasn't for the
fact that he has the money to pay my firm, I wouldn't have anything
to do with him."

"I'm sorry," Marc said.  "I still don't get it.  Explain how the
boat fits in and what kind of business you're talking about."

"The boat was going to be for hire.  The plan was to take people on
one or two week luxury charters.  My client had a captain and crew
all set up and was already booking trips when the bottom fell out,"
Jerry told them.  "Now he's sitting with a boat that is almost
finished and no money to complete the deal."

"How big is this boat?"  Don asked.

"I'm not really sure," Jerry replied.  "I have been told that it
will sleep ten plus the crew."

"How much was he planning to charge for a charter?"  Bob asked.

"I think the minimum was about thirty five thousand for a week,"
Jerry said.

"Thirty five grand!"  Don said.  "That is one hell of a lot of money
for a boat ride isn't it?"

Jerry laughed and shook his head.  "Not really, not for some people.
If you figure that it's only seven thousand a couple it isn't bad at
all.  You can't go to Europe first class for that."

Don, Marc and Bob all began to laugh at Jerry's statement.

"It wasn't that long ago that Marc and I only made thirty five
thousand dollars a year, it's hard to think about spending that much
on a week's vacation," Don said.

Jerry smiled at Don and said, "If you think about it Don it isn't
really that far out of line.  Let's say you have thirty five million.
The amount of the vacation is only one percent of that.  If you
compare it to your earnings before, that would be like a three
hundred fifty dollar vacation."

"I see your point Jerry," Marc said.  "I guess everything is
relative."

"There are members at the country club that don't have anywhere near
the money you guys have," Bob said.  "They think nothing of dropping
twenty grand a year at the club for dues and things.  I've never been
able to even think about that kind of cash."

"Just think about it," Jerry said.  "We can discuss the details of
the plan when we get home."

"Plan, what plan?"  Don said.  "You already have a plan for Marc and
I to buy this boat?"

"Sam and I have worked up some numbers for you guys.  I think you
should take a look at it before you make up your minds," Jerry
replied.  "If you don't do something, you're going to fork over a
bundle to Uncle Sam in taxes."

Don shook his head and looked at Marc.  Shrugging his shoulders,
Marc said, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a look at your plan
Jerry, but don't go making any arrangements just yet.  There is a lot
to consider before we can make a commitment to anything like that."

"Marc's right," Don added.  "We don't know it the rest of the family
would be interested in having a boat like the one you're talking
about."

The four men continued to talk at the table while their wives sat on
the couch lost in their own conversation.  Liz stood up, went to the
bar and grabbed the bottle of brandy they were all drinking.  She
topped off everyone's glass, pouring the remainder of the amber
liquor into her own.  After throwing away the empty bottle, she sat
back down with her friends.

"What time is our flight tomorrow?"  Dianne asked.

"We fly out at one in the afternoon," Liz replied.  "We have to
leave for the airport at about eleven."

"That doesn't give us much time to do anything tomorrow," Anne said.

"No it doesn't," Liz told her.  "Most of the stores are closed on
Sunday anyway."

"I don't know about the rest of you girls, but I'm going to get
comfortable," Marge said.

"That sounds good to me too," Liz said as she stood up.

The rest of the women got up and began to head towards their
bedrooms.  On the way, Dianne stopped Marge and began to giggle.

"Just how comfortable are you planning to get?"  Dianne asked.

"Very comfortable Dianne," Marge said.  "I going to come back here
butt naked as see if I can get laid or something."

"I'm in for a little of that 'or something' Marge," Liz chuckled.

All of the women laughed and went into their rooms to undress.  When
they returned, their husbands were still engaged in a conversation
and didn't notice the naked bodies that sat down on the couch.  Liz
sat on the end furthest away from the guys with Marge next to her.
Dianne sat next to Marge and Anne plopped on the other end of the
large couch.

"Well, if those guys don't want some of this pussy, I do," Marge
said as she slid her hand between Liz's legs and up to her sex.

Liz parted her legs and leaned her head back as Marge's hand covered
her vulva and began to stroke her.  Marge made small circles around
Liz's clitoris and leaned over taking her nipple between her lips.
She sucked on the hardening protrusion as Liz put her hands on the
back of her head and pulled her tight to her breast.

Anne and Dianne watched as the two women began to make love to one
another.  Dianne felt Anne's hand start to massage her breast and
moaned softly.  Twisting on the couch, Dianne faced Anne and placed
her hand on a breast.  She pulled at her nipple and smiled as Anne's
knees parted.  Rubbing her crotch, Dianne worked her finger between
the folds of Anne's labia and into her opening.  Anne was still a
little dry, but with some gentle pressure, she was able to work her
finger into her.

Liz's moaning drew the attention of the men and they turned to watch
the women on the couch.  When Marge knelt on the floor between Liz's
legs and began to lick her, the guys got up and moved to the other
couch, directly across from the girls.  They watched as Dianne
fingered Anne and Marge lapped at Liz.  After several minutes, Don
stood up and began to remove his slacks.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to get in on that," Don
said.

The other men stood up and within minutes were naked.  Jerry went to
Marge and his wife, dropped to his knees and put his hands on Marge's
bottom.  Marge didn't stop to see who was rubbing her butt and kept
her face buried in Liz's crotch.  Don moved to the end of the couch
and began to rub Liz's breasts with both hands, causing her to look
up at him and smile.  Reaching between his legs, Liz wrapped her hand
around Don's growing member and stroked him.  When he moved closer to
her, she took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the
spongy head of his penis.

At the other end of the couch, Marc and Bob were kneeling on the
floor licking their wives.  Dianne put her hands behind her knees and
pulled her legs up to give her husband better access to her heated
vagina.  Anne hooked her legs over Marc's shoulders and pulled him
closer as his tongue pressed into her.  After several minutes of
licking their wives, Bob and Marc switched partners and pushed their
faces back into the girls' crotches.

When Jerry lay on his back and pulled Marge down to his open mouth,
she sat up.  Liz felt Marge remove her mouth from her and moved so
she was facing Don.  She pushed her head forward and took most of
Don's rigid penis into her mouth as she reached between his legs and
cuddled his testicles in her palm.  Don began to slowly thrust his
hips and move his shaft between her lips.

Stepping back, Don told Liz to roll over and hang her head over the
arm of the couch.  When she did, he stepped closer and put his
scrotum on her forehead.  Liz pulled his penis down and ran her
tongue along the underside, teasing the point where the shaft swelled
into the velvety crown.  Don reached out and gripped her breasts as
she opened her mouth and took him back in.  Adjusting the angle of
her head, Liz allowed him to push his penis into her throat.  Liz
began to moan around his thick shaft as Dianne pushed two fingers
into her vagina.

The four couples spent the next hour swapping partners, using their
hands and mouths to pleasure who ever was near them.  Liz was sucking
on Bob's penis when she felt someone enter her and looked up to see
Don between her legs.  When Bob noticed what Don was doing, he moved
away and presented his member to Anne.

"I need this thing in my pussy Bob," Anne growled as she stroked him.

Bob pulled her to the floor, placing her on her hands and knees.  He
moved behind her and pushed his penis into her from behind as he
reached up and grabbed her dangling breasts.  Moving slowly, he slid
his member in and out of her vagina.  Anne began to rock on her
knees, pushing back as he pushed forward.

On the other couch, Jerry and Marge were coupled as they thrashed
around.  Marge cried out for him as he drove into her with rapid
thrusts.  Dianne bounced on Marc's penis as he lay on his back,
clutching her own breasts.

Once they reached their orgasms, the couples moved apart.  Each wife
went to her husband and cleaned their penises with their mouths.
When they were finished, the women cleaned each other's crotches,
savoring the semen their husbands had deposited.

After making small talk for a few minutes, the couples went to bed
with their respective mate.

Bob and Dianne climbed into bed and snuggled together.  Bob put his
arm around her, pulled her tight to his naked body and began to kiss
her neck and ears.  Dianne moaned softly as her husband flicked at
her earlobe with his tongue and probed her ear.  She reached between
them and started to rub his penis as he continued to kiss her.

"Have you been having a good time?"  Bob whispered into her ear.

"I've been having a wonderful time Bob, have you?"

"Yes, but sometimes I feel a little out of place with the rest of
the group."

Dianne pulled back slightly and rose up on her bent arm.  She looked
into his eyes and wrinkled her face.

"Why do you feel that way Bob?  They're all so nice."

"That's not what I mean, I know they're nice and a lot of fun to be
with.  I just feel funny when they start talking about money.  Don
and Marc talk about thousands of dollars like we talk about loose
change."

"Bob," Dianne said.  "They aren't about money.  I've had a chance to
talk with Marge and Anne quite a bit and those two still look for
sales just like we do.  They didn't always have the kind of money
they have now and I don't think that they flaunt it at all."

Bob rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.  He closed
his eyes and put both hands behind his head.

"I guess you're right Dianne, I'm just being a little shallow.  They
are good friends and don't act like most of the rich people at the
country club.  How do you feel about our kids hanging around with
theirs?  Do you think we are turning our backs on their activities
and letting them be a little too promiscuous?"

"No, not at all Bob.  They were messing around before they even met
the other kids.  I would much rather have them learning about sex
like this than in the back seat of a car like some people I know."

"You liked to fuck in the back seat," Bob laughed.  "Besides, your
parents would have killed us both if they knew."

Dianne climbed on top of her husband and began to rub her crotch
against his.  She felt his penis flex against her mons and leaned
down to kiss him.  Bob put his hands on her bottom, squeezed her
cheeks and moved her against his growing manhood.  Wiggling around on
top of him, Dianne positioned herself against the end of his penis
and moaned as he entered her.

"I guess I just like to fuck," she said as she pushed against him
and felt him fill her vagina.  "I love to have you inside me and feel
you stretch my pussy."

Bob moved his hands to her sides and began to slowly guide her.  She
pulled her knees along his sides and rocked against his thrusts,
feeling his penis fill her.  They continued their slow movements for
the next twenty minutes and finally he climaxed, sending his semen
into her vagina.  When she felt his penis start shrinking, Dianne
rolled off of him and snuggled up to his side.

Dianne heard her husband begin to snore and she put her hand between
her legs.  Using her fingertips, she rubbed her clitoris and soon
felt her orgasm building.  As her body quivered, she pushed her
fingers into her opening and curled them up.  She could feel the
slickness of her husband's cum and her muscles contracting as she
fingered herself.  When her climax subsided, her removed her fingers,
put them into her mouth and sucked the juices from them.  Rolling
onto her side and facing away from Bob, she drifted to sleep.

Don and Marge woke up on Sunday morning, put on robes and went out
into the living room of the suite they shared with Anne and Marc.
The two were sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading the
newspaper when Don walked in with Marge behind them and they all said
good morning to one another.  Marge poured coffee for her and her
husband and then sat next to her sister-in-law.

"Are you ready to go home Anne?"  Marge asked as she sipped her
coffee.

"Yes, it's been fun, but I miss the kids," Anne replied.  "I forgot
to call them last night, I hope they're all okay."

"I'm sure that everything is fine," Marc said.  "They have the
number to the hotel and they would have called if there was any
trouble or if they needed us."

"I'll bet the boys will be over at our house early today," Don said.
"They haven't seen the girls for two whole days."

The two couples chuckled at Don's remark and agreed with him.  Anne
had ordered donuts and rolls from room service and they all were
eating when Liz knocked on the door and then walked in.

"Good morning," Liz said.  "Did everyone sleep well?"

"Very well," Marge said.  "How about you?"

"It was good once we got to sleep," Liz chuckled.  "Jerry was in
rare form last night and wanted to make love until the wee hours."

"I'm sure you didn't mind," Anne said.

"Not at all.  I'm just a little tired this morning, but I'll
survive.  I'm all packed and ready to go," Liz said.

"We are going to get going in a few minutes," Marc said.

Liz nodded and left the room.  The couples finished their breakfast,
went to their room to pack and get ready for the trip home.

Once all of the bags were packed, Jerry called the front desk and
requested a bellhop to come up and take their luggage down to the
car.  He called the driver and told him to be out front and ready in
a half an hour.  When the bellhop arrived, he loaded the bags onto
his cart and the group left the rooms.

After the limo was loaded and everyone was inside, the driver headed
for the airport.

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