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Subject: {ASSM} YOU BET YOUR WIFE {Hungry Guy} (M/F Mpov cons rom cuck)
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{ASS} YOU BET YOUR WIFE {Hungry Guy} (M/F Mpov cons rom cuck)
By: Hungry Guy

    It took Cian a long time to save up for it, and put him in debt for 
the next ten years, but he finally did it.  He finally bought a brand 
new Jaguar XJ6--a car that was worth what he made in a year as a junior 
computer programmer for Megatelco in New York City.  At least, being 
single, he had no other major expenses.

    He arrived home from work Friday night to his flat overlooking the 
river Hudson, and began to nuke his dinner.  Then, as he sat down to 
eat, his phone rang.

    "Hello?"

    "Oh, hi Piaras!"

    "Oh not much, just about to chow down, maybe head downtown later in 
my new Jag!  How about you?"

    "Yeah, you heard me right!  I got it!"

    "Yeah, sure, I'll stop by.  Want me to pick up a flick on the way?"

    "Sure, you pick up a thriller, and I'll stop at my local on the way 
and pick up some Guinness."

    "Yeah, sure...  Okay, see ya' later Piaras.  Bye."

    Cian often hung out with his best friend Piaras and Piaras' wife 
Eithne, both whom he knew from work.  Sometimes they went out drinking 
together, but they weren't really barflies, so very often they just 
hung out at each other's place and watched rented movies, or played 
poker for small change.

    Cian arrived at Piaras and Eithne's place and parked in their 
driveway.  They had a little row house in one of those new planned 
developments.  Eithne and Piaras came out of the house as he parked in 
their driveway and was getting out of his new white Jaguar.

    "Oooh, it's beautiful," said Eithne!

    "Sure, and I got it loaded too!  Air... Five speed... Two hundred 
watt stereo... And power everything!"

    "You're gonna get the babes now, old man," said Piaras poking Cian 
in the ribs with his elbow.  Actually, Cian had never had any luck 
picking up women, and was still a virgin at 35.  Cian wasn't bad 
looking, he was tall and slim, and women had actually come on to him on 
occasion back in college, but he was such a klutz that he always 
spoiled such opportunities.  Eithne had even tried to set Cian up with 
some of her girlfriends a few times, but nothing ever came of it.  Now 
that he was out of college and working, and surer of himself, he was 
secretly hoping that this car would restore some of those missed 
opportunities.

    Once inside, Cian put the movie in the DVD player while Piaras 
brought out the beer, and Eithne brought out some fish and chips.  The 
movie started and they all settled down to watch.  It was one of those 
sexy slasher-thrillers where the woman usually ends up murdering the 
men she sleeps with.  "Watch this, watch this," urged Piaras, "she ties 
him up and pokes his eyes out with the ice pick while she's screwing 
'im!"

    "Ewwwwwwww," added Eithne!

    Cian added, "How do they do that to make it look so real?"

    The snacks started to run out halfway through the movie.  "How 
about more chips, guys?"

    "Sounds good," answered Piaras.

    "Sure, Eithne," added Cian.

    The movie had gone along its way, and the temptress was about to 
strike down her next victim. Suddenly, "Oh gross," exclaimed Piaras, 
"how can he touch his mouth to her privates like that?"

    "Hey, keep watching, lover.  Maybe you'll learn something!" replied 
Eithne.

    Cian just kept quiet.

    After the movie, Cian asked, "well, you guys wanna' go for a ride 
in my car?  Maybe head downtown?"

    Eithne interrupted, "Slow down guys, why don't we just stay home, I 
don't feel like getting wasted tonight.  And I'm sure Cian doesn't want 
to get high and wrap his brand new car around a phone pole!"

    Cian added, "Sure Eithne, maybe its time for me to head home 
anyway."

    "I didn't mean to say you have to go, it's still early.  I'm just 
not in the mood to go out now, that's all," said Eithne.

    "Hey, we have this old Candyland game," kidded Piaras.

    "Yeah, right..." added Eithne!

    "Okay, how about a game of poker?" asked Piaras.

    "Fine with me," said Eithne. 

    "Sure, I'm game," added Cian.

    "But let's up the stakes this once," urged Piaras.

    "What kind of stakes?" asked Cian.

    "Well, how about your Jaguar?"

    "My Jaguar!  No way, Piaras!"

    "Aw, c'mon!  You're not chicken are you?  B'caw, b'caw, b'caw!"

    "Hey! Do you know how long it took me to save up for a car like 
that?  And you want me to bet it on a card game!"

    "Hey En!  Cian's chicken!  Cian's chicken!"

    "Okay, Piaras!  If I bet my car, what do you want to bet?  You 
should put up something really outrageous to make it worth betting my 
car!"

    "What do you want me to bet against your car then," asked Piaras?

    "Oh I don't know...  How about your house?"

    "Wait a second!" interrupted Eithne.  "As nice as your car is, our 
house is worth a lot more.  That's not an even bet!"

    "She's right Cian, we can't bet our home," added Piaras.

    "Well, if you want me to bet something that means a lot to me like 
my car, you should be willing to bet something that means a lot to you!  
What else do you have that's really excellent?"

    "Nothing else, really," said Piaras.

    "Yeah, we don't have much else," added Eithne.

    "I don't know then," said Cian.  "I can't bet my car if you don't 
have anything really neat to offer too."

    "Well, do you have any ideas En?" asked her husband.

    "I don't know," replied Eithne, "unless Cian can think of something 
that can match his car, except our townhouse."

    "Any ideas Cian?" added Piaras.

    Cian thought and pondered for a while, looking around the room for 
anything that Piaras and Eithne might be able to put up against his 
car.  Then he noticed Eithne standing, watching him think.  Eithne 
wasn't beautiful, but she was attractive--a tall handsome woman.  Cian 
looked away and closed his eyes for a moment longer, then finally spoke 
up.  "I know what you can bet against my car, Piaras!  You can bet your 
wife!"

    "What!" exclaimed Piaras and Eithne together.

    "That's right!  If I win, Eithne comes home with me and spends the 
night.  No!  The weekend with me, and I'll return her home Monday 
morning on my way to work."

    "No way!" screeched Eithne.

    "So now you're chicken?  You wanted high stakes?  There's high 
stakes!"

    "Well," considered Piaras, "that's high stakes alright!"  Piaras 
though for a moment and added, "How about it Eithne?  We could win a 
Jaguar!"

    "You're kidding, right?" asked Eithne.

    "I'm serious if Cian is!  Are you, Cian?"

    "Yes, I'm serious!  I'll bet my Jaguar against Eithne spending the 
weekend with me."

    "C'mon En, be a sport!" urged Piaras.

    "You guys are crazy!  You know that!" added Eithne.

    "Oh, c'mon En!  We'll have a Jaguar if we win!  But you'll only 
have to spend a little time with Cian if we lose, and I'm not going to 
lose!"

    "Well," squeaked Eithne, "if Cian thinks spending time with me is 
worth his car, I guess I'll go along with the bet--but you better not 
lose, dear! "

    Piaras got up and set up the card table before Eithne could 
entertain more doubts.  "We'll make this quick, okay?  Best two hands 
out of three.  Winner takes all.  Agree?"

    "Sure."

    Piaras shuffled the deck and dealt both of them five cards.

    Picking up his hand, Cian held an Ace and Jack of hearts, a 4 and 5 
of clubs, and a 6 of diamonds.  Crap.  He discarded the Jack.

    Piaras dealt him a new card. He turned it over.  It was a King of 
spades.  Rot!  At least he had an Ace high hand if Piaras didn't get 
any pairs.

    Piaras then also discarded one card.  That's a good sign.  Piaras 
looked at his new card, then up at Cian in his show-nothing poker face. 
Cian wiped the sweat from his forehead and threw his Ace high hand on 
the table.

    Piaras groaned and threw his hand down. Piaras showed a King, 10, 9 
and 8 of diamonds, and a 6 of hearts.

    "I won the first hand!" proclaimed Cian.

    Piaras shuffled and dealt again.

    Eyeing his hand, Cian held a Jack and 9 of hearts, a 9 and 7 of 
spades, and a Jack of clubs.  "Not bad," he thought to himself.  He 
kept his pair of Jacks and his pair of 9's, and discarded the 7.

    Piaras discarded two cards.

    Cian was dealt 6 of hearts, useless.

    Piaras dealt himself two cards and looked up at Cian.

    Grinning, Cian showed his hand with his two pairs.

    Also grinning, Piaras slammed his hand down showing a pair of 
Queens and a pair of 3's.  "Well, old man," announced Piaras! "The next 
hand decides."

    Piaras shuffled and dealt once more.

    Cian slowly picked up and unfolded his cards. He held a Queen of 
diamonds, a 10 and 6 of hearts, and a 9 and 5 of clubs.  All garbage! 
Keeping his two highest cards, he discarded the 6, the 9, and the 5.

    Piaras also discarded three cards.

    Cian was dealt a 10 of diamonds, a 9 of spades, and a 2 of clubs, 
leaving him with a pair of 10's.

    Cian waited until Piaras showed his hand revealing a pair of 8's 
amid other trash.

    "I won!" shouted Cian, showing his pair of 10's!

    Piaras sat still for a moment, then spoke up, "Well, 
congratulations, old man!"

    "Thanks Piaras!  But I'm glad that game's over!  I never sweated so 
much in my life!"

    "Say, where'd Eithne go?" asked Cian.  "She was just standing here 
just a second ago."

    "She probably thinks you're going to hold her to our bet!" laughed 
Piaras.

    "But I am going to hold her to the bet!  Be honest, wouldn't you 
have held me to it if you won?"

    "Honestly," asked Piaras?  "I guess I would have taken your car."

    Eithne walked into the living room at this moment, carrying a small 
bag.  She spoke coldly, "Yes Cian, Piaras definitely would have 
expected you to honor your bet."  Then set down the bag.

    "What are you doing with that bag, En?" asked Piaras.

    "I'm going to need some clothes and things!"

    "Wait a second!  You're not serious!  You can't really go home with 
Cian, Eithne!"

    "He won the bet.  If he still wants me to go with him, I will."

    "Cian..." moaned Piaras.

    "Yes, Piaras, I'm taking her!"

    It seemed like seconds before Piaras spoke again.  "Well Cian, I 
don't know if I should offer one last beer to the guy who's going to 
screw my wife tonight..."

    "And tomorrow night, and the night after that," added Cian.

    "Don't rub it in!"

    Cian took Eithne's bag.  "Okay, I won't.  It's getting late anyway.  
Shall we leave, Eithne?"

    "Sure..."

    Eithne followed Cian out to his car, and they drove back to Cian's 
place.  

    When they arrived back at Cian's flat, he brought Eithne's bag into 
the living room, and set it on the coffee table.

    "I guess you can sleep on the sofa, Eithne.  I have a spare pillow 
and some extra blankets.  I'll get them."  Then Cian disappeared into 
his bedroom for a moment, and returned with an armload of blankets and 
a pillow.  "I hope you'll be comfortable.  Anyway, I'm beat, so I'm 
going to take a bath and go right to bed.  G'night!"

    "You mean you don't want me to--uh--you know?"

    "Don't worry Eithne, I don't expect you to do anything with me.  
But!  You have to promise me that you'll tell Piaras that we did sleep 
together and that we screwed our brains out the whole time!"

    "Okay, I'll tell him that _giggle_  It'll serve him right to think 
that we did it all weekend long!"

    "Anyway _yawn_  G'night Eithne.  Is there anything else you'll 
need?"

    "No thanks.  This is fine.  Night', Cian."

    ###

    When Cian woke the next morning and was heading for the loo, Eithne 
was already drawing a bath.  She emerged about an hour later with her 
hair wrapped in a towel.

    "Morning Eithne!  Took a bath?"

    "Hi, Cian.  Yes."

    "Yeah.  I need one too."

    "If you'd like, I'll make some breakfast while you're in the tub?"

    "Okay, thanks."

    When Cian finished his bath, Eithne was in the kitchen.  He went 
into the bedroom and got dressed in a pair of jeans and a blue tee 
shirt.

    When he entered the kitchen, Eithne was there with her hair combed 
in its usual way and wearing jeans and a dark blue sweatshirt, making 
pancakes.  "I found some pancake mix in the cabinet," she said.

    Eithne poured them two glasses of orange juice and also put the pot 
on for coffee.

    They ate their pancakes together amid an awkward silence.  As they 
were finishing, Cian broke the silence, "Okay, Eithne, I've just 
planned an outing for us today!"

    "Oh?  Where?"

    "You'll see.  Go get your bag ready again!"  Eithne looked at Cian 
quizzically for a moment, while he just grinned back at her and went in 
the bedroom.  Cian put their dishes in the dishwasher and she came out 
of the bedroom with her bag.  Cian went over to her, took her bag, and 
led her out to his car.

    "Don't you need a bag too?" asked Eithne.

    "I always keep an overnight bag in my boot in case I want to go 
somewhere on the spur of the moment," answered Cian.

    Cian's bright white Jaguar had left New York and had been heading 
west into New Jersey on the I22.  About an hour into the drive, he 
entered New Jersey's most notorious roundabout, known as the Somerville 
Circle.  He turned southbound onto the I206 when Eithne asked again, 
"Where are we going Cian?  Please tell me!"

    "Just up ahead," he said with a grin.

    About an hour later, he turned right onto a winding secondary road, 
which snaked up into the hills.  About a kilometer from the exit, he 
turned into a wide driveway through a heart shaped wooden archway that 
read, "Lover's Hideout."

    "I had always planned to take a girlfriend to this place, if I 
could have ever got a girlfriend."

    "This isn't a nudist camp, Cian, is it?" asked Eithne.

    "Oh no!  Nothing like that!  It's a nice place.  A bed-and-
breakfast surrounded by a garden, forest paths, and several small 
ponds.  Some out-of-the-way areas are 'clothing optional,' but you 
don't have to go there unless you want to."

    Cian thought that Eithne was still a little suspicious, so he 
decided to wait until she saw for herself.  They drove up the winding 
wooded driveway for several hundred meters until they came to a 
clearing.  There was a small car park big enough for, at most, twenty 
cars.  There was only about five other cars.

    They could see a building just up beyond a brick path that led from 
the car park.  Cian got their bags out of the boot and led her up the 
path.  The building, they saw, was a large two story stone cottage with 
lots of storybook gingerbread ornamentation.  "Cute," remarked Eithne, 
as they entered.

    Once inside, they were in a cozy little lobby area with oriental 
throw rugs scattered here and there, and antiques used as lobby 
furniture.  Cian led Eithne up to the registration counter, and the 
woman standing there greeted them in a Slavic accent, "Welcome to 
Lovers' Hideout, I'm Ingrid.  How can I help the two of you," she said 
with a genuinely warm smile?

    "I'm Cian, and this is Eithne.  We'd like a room, please."

    "Certainly," answered Ingrid.  "It'll be two hundred and fifty 
American dollars per night, which includes the room, all meals, and 
recreational facilities and entertainment."

    Eithne pulled Cian away from the counter.  "Cian," Eithne quickly 
whispered, "please don't spend that much money on me!  I'm not really 
your girl, you know!"  

    "Eithne," Cian whispered back, "I'm not spending it on you!  
Honestly, I'm spending it on me.  I want to have a romantic night.  
I've played this weekend through my head so many times already.  I just 
didn't expect it to happen quite this way."

    Cian returned to the counter and said, "One night please."  He 
handed Ingrid his Virgin Atlantic card, and handed Cian a room key.  
"You're in room seven.  Just up those stairs.  Checkout time is anytime 
you want.  Enjoy your stay!"

    "Thank you," answered Cian.  Eithne merely nodded.

    Again, Cian took their bags, left the lobby into a small anteroom 
and up a narrow stone stairway.  At the top of the stairway a wooden 
'cupid' pointed to rooms 1 to 5 to the left, and another to rooms 6 to 
20 to the right.  They turned right and went past several doors until 
they came to the one with the number 7 emblazoned on a wooden heart on 
the door.

    Cian set the bags down, unlocked the door with the key, and opened 
it.  Eithne moved to enter the room as Cian said, "Wait!  Maybe you're 
not my wife, but the way things are going, I'm never going to have one 
of my own, I really want to do this."  And before Eithne could speak, 
Cian picked her up and carried her through the doorway.

    He carried her into the room and sat on the bed setting her on his 
lap. Eithne put her hand on his shoulder, "You really are a romantic 
guy Cian, it's a shame you aren't doing this with your own girlfriend."

    "Honestly Eithne, I'd rather be here with a friend than not be 
doing it at all!"

    Eithne smiled and started to get off Cian's lap.

    "Wait!  Kiss me, Eithne."

    "What?  Cian!  I..."

    "Eithne, I just want a kiss."

    "   "Uhm.  Shouldn't we get our bags out of the hallway Cian?"

    "Oh, sure..."

    Eithne got off Cian's lap and he brought their bags into the room.  
Noticing the room for the first time, it was a quaint little room.  The 
most noticeable feature was a four poster king size bed covered with a 
seemingly handmade quilt.  On one table was a marble stylized sculpture 
of a man and woman embracing, but not otherwise erotic.  On one of the 
night-stands was a small bowl of green M&Ms.  Noticeably absent was a 
telly or phone.  Eithne looked around, "How sweet!  A bouquet of fresh 
flowers," which was standing in a vase on a table by the window.

    Eithne walked over to the flowers to smell them, and then she 
opened the door by the window that led out to a secluded balcony 
enclosed on three sides, and also an arch on the outer wall.  A grove 
of trees stood just beyond the wrought iron balcony railing, allowing a 
view onto the grounds, but obscuring the view of the balcony from 
below.  Cian followed her out onto the balcony.

    "This is lovely Cian!  How did you ever find a place like this?"

    "I've always been on the lookout for places like this to take a 
girlfriend.  This place was listed in a book of local day trips.  So 
anyway, here we are.  Now, kiss me Eithne!"

    "But Cian, what if someone sees us?  We can go inside--to kiss..."

    "Eithne, I'm sure that anyone spying on these balconies has seen a 
lot worse than kissing!"

    "But what if someone recognizes me?  Maybe we should have stayed at 
your place."

    "Don't worry, not a whole lot of people know about this place.  The 
owners like to keep it that way too.  That's why I brought you here."

    "Now, are you going to honor your bet and kiss me, or not!"  She 
approached him and stood stiffly with her arms to her side.  He 
embraced her and gave her a long passionate kiss.

    Eithne pulled away after about a second.  Still embracing her, Cian 
said, "Come Eithne, let's take a walk around?"

    Cian took Eithne's hand as they left the room.  Back in the 
anteroom, besides the lobby, one passageway led into a dimly lit dining 
room, another into a tiny lounge, and another into a small game room.  
A short corridor also led out to the back of the building, which is 
where Cian led Eithne.

    They exited into a thin grove of trees, where a number of brick 
paths led off in different directions.  A large heart shaped sign 
hanging on a tree there read:

        _The way leading back to the Inn will always be marked_
        _wherever you are.  But the trails leading away from_
        _the Inn are deliberately left unmapped because we want_
        _every journey through our woods to be a romantic surprise._
 
"Well, let's go this way," said Cian.  They walked up a path and around 
a hill and came into a hanging garden.  For a hot summer day, it felt 
quite cool standing here among the shady trees.  Here, paths branched 
in all different directions and they ambled down one at random.  

    "Ohhh, these flowers are so pretty!  This is just beautiful, Cian!"

    "Yes, I didn't know they had a hanging garden here!  This is 
nice!"  

    They continued walking through the garden, hand in hand.  They 
eventually passed through an archway in a stone wall, which led out 
into a heavily wooded area.  The brick path split in two and they 
continued down one of the branches.

    Another couple approached from the other direction, and as they 
came near, Eithne jerked her hand out of Cian's.  Cian said nothing, 
and both couples nodded to each other as they passed.  When the other 
couple passed from sight, Cian said, "Eithne, why did you pull your 
hand away?  Until this weekend is over, you are _my_ main squeeze!"

    "I'm sorry Cian, I just got nervous."

    "Well, okay.  But listen.  I want some PDA!"

    "PDA?"

    "Yeah, It's an Americanism I picked up.  Means 'Public Display of 
Affection.'  The very next time we are about to pass another couple on 
the path.  I want you to stop, put your arms around me, and plant a 
long wet one on the kisser!"

    "Cian--I..."

    Smiling, Cian urged, "No 'Cian, I,' that's what you're going to do 
when we hear another couple coming down the path!"

    "I'll try."

    Cian took her hand again and they continued walking along the path, 
but they passed no other couples.  They soon came to a hilly spring 
meadow.  They walked on and noticed another couple having a picnic 
under a tree off in the distance.

    "Let's not disturb them," said Eithne, and they turned another way.  
They walked over to another tree, which happened to be along the bank 
of a babbling brook.  Cian sat down on a rock and pulled Eithne onto 
his lap and gave her another long passionate kiss.  To his surprise, 
she didn't try to pull away.

    As they kissed, Cian began massaging Eithne's back with his hands.  
She didn't seem to mind, and they sat there necking for close to a 
minute.  Eithne finally pulled away saying, "Phew!  I'm starting to get 
a little hungry, Cian, aren't you?"

    "Only for you Eithne!  But sure, c'mon."  Eithne got off Cian's lap 
and they walked back to the path that led into the meadow.  They found 
the path and started walking along it back the way they came.  Just as 
the sign said, they found the signs leading back to the Inn and 
returned with no problem.

    They arrived just past noon and entered the dining room, which had 
just opened for lunch.  The host escorted them to a tiny table, which, 
like all the other tables, had a small vase that contained a single 
pink rose.  All the tables in the room had only two chairs each.

    A moment later, the vintner appeared and poured them each two 
glasses of red wine.  Eithne, this time, took her glass and clinked it 
to Cian's, "to friendship."

    "To friendship, Eithne."

    "Cian?"

    "Yes Eithne?"

    "Uh--oh, nothing--I mean, this is such a wonderful place, I wonder 
why more people don't know about it?"

    "Well, it wouldn't be so wonderful if they advertised it like a 
major resort and there were huge crowds, would it?"

    "No.  It wouldn't."

    The waiter appeared and handed them their menus and as he left, the 
vintner returned and refilled their glasses.

    "This is delicious wine, Cian."

    "Yes, it's very sweet I noticed."

    "I wonder what it is?"

    "I don't know, but I wonder how they make any money?  There's 
hardly anybody else here?"

    At that point, another couple was escorted in by the host.  Though 
the dining room was small, there was a wide distance between tables 
that afforded a good degree of privacy.  And he sat that other couple 
at the far end of the room.

    "Anyway Eithne, what do you think you'll have?  It's all included 
with our room, so have whatever you want."  Cian and Eithne then 
studied their menus for a while until the waiter returned.  "Have you 
decided," he asked?

    Eithne looked at Cian then up at the waiter; "I'll have the shrimp 
and clam chowder?"

    "Excellent choice, madam?  And you sir?"

    "I'll have the corned beef and a baked potato, please?"

    "Very good sir, anything else to drink?"

    "I'll have a cup of tea--Earl Grey," said Eithne.

    "Me too," added Cian.

    "Very well, it'll be about ten minutes."  The waiter then left.

    "So, Eithne.  I hope you're enjoying our weekend together so far."

    "It's okay," Eithne answered softly.

    "Just okay?"

    "Okay means okay."

    Cian stopped pressing the issue, and a few seconds later, their 
meal arrived.

    "How's the shrimp, Eithne?"

    "It's really good!  Try one?"

    "Thanks.  Mmmm.  It is good."

    "How's your beef?"

    "Excellent.  Uh, want a bite?"

    "No thanks, this is enough for me."

    After dinner, Cian took Eithne's hand again as they left the dining 
room.  They walked back outside and up a different brick path than 
before.  The woods grew gradually thicker, though the path was well 
maintained and the bricks were solidly in place.  They kept walking and 
eventually came to a clearing.  Eithne looked at Cian, "Ooooh!  A 
wishing well!"

    There in the center of the clearing where the path made a circle 
around it, was a stone well--a real one with a wooden roof and an old 
fashioned iron crank and bucket.  Cian took a ten cent piece out of his 
pocket and tossed it in the well.  The coin clinked as it hit the side 
of the well, and it was several seconds before they heard the plop echo 
up the well.

    Eithne grinned and also took a coin from her purse and tossed it 
in.

    "What did you wish for Eithne?"

    "I can't tell you!  The wish won't come true, then!"

    They started walking along the path again as they each reached to 
take the other's hand.

    The path continued winding through the woods, over a wooden bridge 
that crossed a small stream, and then down a slight grade.  The path 
became level again and then they came to another fork.  "Which way, 
Cian?"

    "Oh I don't know--this way I guess." 

    They walked a little while longer along the brick path through the 
shade of the trees.  "Ohhhhhhh, how beautiful, Cian!"  They came out in 
another clearing at the base of a tall waterfall that fell into a small 
rocky lagoon.  The edge of the lagoon was covered by a rainbow of 
tropical flowers.

    The path continued along the lagoon and over a stone bridge where 
the lagoon emptied into a narrow brook.  Coming to another fork in the 
path, one sign pointing the way back to the Inn pointed up one path, a 
larger sign pointing the way of the other path read, 

        _Clothing optional_
        _beyond this point_

    "Which way, Eithne?" asked Cian with a sly grin.

    "Oh, okay, Cian, let's go see what's there; but I'm not taking my 
clothes off!"  They walked down the path a little while, and came out 
onto a tiny beach surrounding another small lagoon.  There on the beach 
was one other couple, completely nude, making love, completely 
oblivious to Cian and Eithne's presence.  Another couple was sitting on 
a rock in the lagoon with only their heads above the water, laughing 
together.

    They walked up to the water and Cian reached down into it. "Hey, 
this water's really hot!"

    Eithne reached into the water also, "Yeah, there must be a natural 
hot spring here."

    "I don't know.  Hot springs are supposed to smell like sulfur.  I 
don't smell anything.  Hmmm, the water tastes perfectly clear."

    "Well, I can't believe they would be heating a pond!  This place 
would cost a lot more than US$250 a day!"

    "Let's ask when we get back?"

    "Sure."

    Cian took Eithne's hand and walked up the beach a little way and 
sat down.  Eithne sat next to him and Cian put his arm around her and 
kissed her again.  She even kissed back, but Cian could tell that she 
was forcing herself.  Cian gently pulled her onto her side lying next 
to him as they kissed, then pulled her tightly to him.

    "Wait, Cian," Eithne pulled away!  "Please don't expect me to make 
love with you--here.  We can go back to the room if you want..."

    "Who said anything about making love?  Let's just cuddle for a 
while?  That's all I want to do right now!"  Cian resumed kissing 
Eithne, and she seemed to warm up again.  Cian again began massaging 
her back with his hands, and they continued necking long into the 
afternoon there on the beach.

    Eventually, the setting sun finally caught their attention.  "Oooh, 
I guess we better head back, Eithne."

    "Yes, Cian, that seems a good idea!"  They pecked a few more kisses 
and got up and returned to the path.  Walking along, the evening 
gradually became darker, but then they noticed that small lights along 
the edge of the path starting to glow dimly then brighter.  They also 
found that those signs leading back to the Inn were also lit.

    They found their way back to the Inn without mishap.  "Oooh, that's 
strange!  I smell firewood burning." remarked Eithne, "But why would 
anyone be burning a fire?  It's 90F degrees in the shade!"  From the 
anteroom, they entered the dimly lit lounge where there were a few 
other couples sitting around a 3-way open fireplace popping and 
crackling.   While they could hear the air conditioning straining 
against the heat generated by the roaring fire, and despite the 
blistering heat outside, it was a pleasant 70F degrees inside.  There 
were no chairs, but rather, many large throw pillows scattered around 
the thick plush carpeted room.

    The other couples in the room were lounging arm-in-arm around the 
fire laughing and talking.  Walking through the room, Cian took two 
glasses of wine from a shelf labeled "help yourself," and handed one to 
Eithne.  They found some pillows for themselves and lounged arm in arm 
watching the fire and sipping their wine.  "I can't get over how 
wonderful this place is Cian."

    "Yes, and there are still so many of those paths we haven't 
explored!"

    "I wonder what else they could possibly have!"

    "Well, we'll find out tomorrow!"  With that, they just sat there 
for an hour or so, just watching the fire, sipping wine, and exchanging 
an occasional kiss.

    Cian was starting to get hungry again.  "C'mon Eithne, want to go 
for dinner?"

    "Sure, let's go."

    They left the lounge and, once again, visited the dining room.  
There were many more people there this time as they entered.  "Good 
evening," welcomed the host, "this way please."  He seated them at a 
table over in an alcove.  The rose, this time, was red.

    The vintner arrived shortly with the wine, followed thereafter by 
the waiter who handed them their menus again.

    "Well, Eithne, what'll you have for dinner?"

    "Oh, I don't know.  Let's see.  Those clams were pretty filling.  I 
think I just have the chef's salad.  How about you?"

    "Well, in that case, I think I'll have something light too.  I 
guess I'll have a grilled cheese sandwich."

    The waiter came back and took their order.

    Their dinner passed uneventfully.

    They took each other's hand as they left the dining room.  It made 
Cian feel very warm inside now that Eithne seemed to be taking their 
physical affection as a given.

    From the anteroom, they walked down the corridor in another 
direction.  There were a number of small shops along one wall, and they 
entered a florist shop tended by an older woman.  "Hi!  I'm Caitlin, 
what can I do for two young lovers today?"

    "Ah, we're just-browsing," said Eithne.

    "Actually," spoke Cian, "I'll take four roses, please.  One of each 
color."

    "Okay, here you are," as she handed him the roses, "they're one 
American dollar each including VAT.  Charge them to your room?"

    "Sure, room seven," said Cian.  Then turning to Eithne, "here, 
Eithne these are for you!"

    "Oh, how sweet," said Caitlin!  "Hold on to this one, Eithne!"

    Eithne took the roses, then Cian's hand, then led him out of the 
shop, "Cian..."

    Eithne was interrupted by a kiss.  Cian then took her into the next 
shop, which was a chocolate shop.  "Greetings, said the man behind the 
counter!  I'm running a special on green M&Ms!"

    "Oh we have plenty up in our room," said Eithne.

    "How much for two caramels," asked Cian?

    "Just two caramels?" he asked.  He handed them two caramels.  
"Here's two caramels, on the house!"

    "Thank you," said Cian and Eithne together.

    They exited, eating their caramels.

    They walked past a gift shop, a shop selling sexy underwear, a shop 
selling sex toys, and a shop selling sundries and toiletries.  At the 
end of the corridor, they came to another stairway, with one flight 
going up and another going down.

    Hearing music coming from below, Cian led Eithne down the stairs 
and came to a foyer of two passageways.  On the left was visible a cozy 
little pub and on the right was a small Parisian discotheque where 
people seated around a dance floor with a few couples slow-dancing to 
_Neha's_ latest ballad.

    "Your preference," said Cian.

    "This way," said Eithne as she entered the pub.

    They found a table, which wasn't too difficult, as the pub was 
relatively empty.

    It was dark and quite inside.  A few other couples were sitting at 
some of the other tables.

    In a moment, a waitress came over to their table, "Hi.  I'm Bevan.  
What are you having to drink?"

    Cian looked over at Eithne, "A couple of pints of Guinness, dear?"

    "Care to try something unique, Cian?"

    "Sure," Cian answered.

    "We'll have two sombreros," Eithne told the waitress.

    "Okay, they'll be right up."  She walked away.

    "What's a sombrero?" asked Cian.

    "Oh, they're good!  It's Kahluah and heavy cream.  It tastes almost 
like chocolate milk.  You'll love it, really!"

    Their drinks came shortly and Cian took a sip of his.

    "You're right, En.  It does taste like chocolate milk!  It's 
delicious!"

    "Well, don't let it sneak up on you.  They're still pretty potent."

    They stayed there chatting until late.  Cian looked at his watch 
and saw that it was almost 23.30, but he was still feeling warm from 
their earlier sombreros.  He reached over and took Eithne's hand.  
"It's almost midnight, shall we return to our room for the night?"

    "Yes, sure," replied Eithne.

    They stood and went up the two flights of stairs and found their 
room.  Having entered and closed the door behind them, Cian asked, "Did 
you enjoy your day, Eithne?"

    "Yes Cian, very much."

    "Well, do you want to get washed up first or me?"

    "You can go first, Cian."

    Cian opened his bag and took out a smaller tote bag and pajamas, 
took them into the toilet, and took a bath.  He finished his bath 
quickly, put on his pajamas and came out.  "Okay Eithne, your turn."

    Eithne then went into the toilet with some things she had taken out 
of her bag.  Cian stepped out onto the balcony and sat looking at the 
moon in the night sky.

    Eithne startled him as she shot out onto the balcony some time 
later. "Oh, here you are!  I thought, maybe, you went and left me 
here."

    "Eithne, I wouldn't do that!"  He stood, looking at her in her blue 
terry-cloth bathrobe.  He put his arms around her and kissed her, and 
then led her back inside.

    He led her into the bed and got in after her and turned out the 
light.

    He rolled over and snuggled next to her draping his arm around her. 
He thought he heard a whimper.  

    "Eithne?"

    "I'm scared, Cian!"

    "Eithne, all I want to do is snuggle.  Okay?"

    "Oh?"

    "Sure.  Now good night, Eithne."  He gave her one last kiss before 
dozing off for the night.

    ###

    When Cian woke the next morning, Eithne had draped an arm and a leg 
over his body.  She was still sleeping and Cian lay there quietly so as 
not to wake her.

    Cian was about to doze off again when he caught her eyes gazing 
back at him.  He smiled, with a "Good morning, Eithne."  Then gave her 
a kiss.

    "Good morning, Cian!"  She gave his kiss back to him.

    "What do you want to do today?"

    "I don't know.  What do you want to do?"

    "Well, let's get ready and go get some breakfast.  Okay?"

    "Sure."

    Eithne got out of bed and entered the toilet.

    Cian made himself ready for the day next, and they both went down 
to the dining room together for breakfast.

    "Still scared of me, Eithne?"

    Eithne didn't answer and they finished their breakfast without 
another word.

    A little while later, they were walking along a new garden path, 
holding hands.  Cian was lost in his own thoughts looking through trees 
when Eithne suddenly stopped, stepped in front of him, put her arms 
around his neck, and mashed her mouth against his.  Cian put his arms 
around her waist and pulled her even tighter against him as they 
kissed.  A moment later, another couple walked past them arm in arm, 
and disappeared around the bend.

    Eithne broke the kiss, but continued holding him, "Is that what you 
wanted Cian?"

    "Oh yes, Eithne!  But don't stop just because the other couple 
walked away."  And they resumed the kiss, which lasted for uncounted 
more seconds.

    They finally broke apart and continued on their way.  As they 
walked, Cian released Eithne's hand and slipped his arm around her 
waist, she then put hers around his, and they walked along arm in arm.

    "You know, Cian, it's funny how different you and Piaras are.  
Piaras won't even hold my hand in public; he says it's vulgar."

    "Well, Eithne, I don't think there's anything vulgar about caring 
for someone."

    They kissed again, then continued on their way.  They meandered up 
this path and down that path, taking random routes at the forks until 
they came to a shore of a large lake filled with geese.  Another couple 
was sitting on one of the benches feeding bread to the large brown 
birds.  Cian walked over and they sat themselves down at another bench, 
and they were immediately surrounded by hungry geese.  "These geese 
must be used to being fed," commented Cian.

    "Probably, but I have nothing for them, Cian.  Do you?"

    "No, 'fraid not."

    _HONK!_

    "Sorry fella," Cian answered the goose.

    The geese finally gave up and left them alone.  Cian took the 
opportunity to put his arm around Eithne and snuggle closer, taking her 
hand in his other free hand.

    Eithne put her free arm around Cian and they sat like that for some 
time just watching the wind blow the trees and the geese swim around 
the pond.  "Well, Eithne," Cian said, "I guess it's getting time to 
head back home."

    "You're taking me home now?"

    Cian thought he heard a sob in her voice.  "No, I'm still keeping 
you until tomorrow morning Eithne.  But we should check out soon, don't 
you think."

    They stood and followed the paths back to the inn, where they 
packed their bags, checked out, and left.

    ###

    The long drive brought them back to Cian's flat.

    "What would you like for dinner, Eithne?"

    "What do you have?"

    "Hmmmm--let's see--I have this package of hot-dogs... and this box 
of rice.  How's that?"

    "That sounds like an interesting combination, Cian!"

    Their hot-dog and rice dinner was on the table in short order.

    "Cian," Eithne offered, "I want you to know I really enjoyed our 
weekend together."

    "Honest?"

    "Honest!  You were so sweet.  Piaras could learn a few things from 
you."

    "Thanks, but the weekend's not over yet, Eithne."

    "I know."

    They finished their dinner and spent the rest of the evening in 
front of the telly snuggling and kissing.  The latest episode of 
_Absolutely Fabulous_ was on, but they hardly paid it any mind.  Then, 
near the end of _Fawlty Towers,_ Cian let out a yawn and stood, "Well, 
guess it's time for bed.  We gotta get up early tomorrow."

    "Cian?"

    "Yes, Eithne?"

    "Where am I sleeping tonight?"

    "What do you mean--do you want to go home now?"

    "Not unless you want to take me home now.  I mean--do you want me 
to sleep on the sofa, or..."

    "Where do you want to sleep?"

    "It's up to you, Cian."

    Cian reached out and took Eithne's hand and led her into the 
bedroom, and gave her a kiss.  

    "Cian?  Are you going to?  This time?"

    "Of course not," Cian said, but added with a laugh, "unless you 
want me to!"

    "Cian, all weekend, every time I thought you were going to--you 
said 'no.'  You're too nice for your own good, Cian!"

    Cian stood there for a moment lost in thought, while Eithne stood 
there watching him.  

    Standing there facing her, he began to undress himself.  He removed 
his shirt.  Then his trousers.  He looked up at her standing motionless 
watching him undress himself.  Lastly, he pulled his briefs off and 
stood facing her.

    They stood there like that for several moments until she hesitantly 
reached down and pulled her sweatshirt up and off.  She next, ever so 
slowly, unfastened her jeans and let them drop to the floor.

    Cian took a step toward her, but she took a step back.

    She turned away from him, then reached behind her and unfastened 
her bra dropped it on the floor.  She lastly pulled her panties off and 
let them fall to the floor.

    She stood there with her back to him.  Her nude body was beautiful 
and slender. 

    Again, Cian took a cautious step toward her.

    "Wait," she said in barely a whisper.  She slowly turned to face 
him.  She stood there with her legs slightly bent and crossed, with her 
arms covering her chest.

    Cian took another step toward her.

    "Cian!"

    He paused.  "Yes?  Eithne?"

    "I don't love you, Cian!  I'm only doing this because of the bet!  
I want you to know that!  Okay!"

    "Yes, Eithne."  He took one more step and then he was standing face 
to face with her.  He took hold of her wrists and gently pulled her 
arms down.  Seeing her fully exposed to him for the first time, he saw 
how beautiful she was.

    She closed her eyes and he put her face in his hands and started 
kissing her in a way he hadn't kissed her before.  He opened his mouth 
and gently licked her lips.

    She pulled away, "Cian.  Please.  Wait."

    Cian backed away slightly, "Are you refusing to honor your bet 
Eithne?"  Eithne looked at him and put her hand on his shoulder, "No.  
Just go slowly, Cian.  Okay?"

    "Okay, I'll go slowly if you'll, at least, act interested in me?"

    "Please, Cian!  Just go slowly, and I'll try to put out."

    "Eithne!  Don't you get it yet?  I don't want you to 'put out'!  I 
want us to make love together!"

    "Cian!  I just told you that I don't love you!  Now, if you want to 
screw, we'll screw.  But I'm only doing this because of that bloody 
bet, so stop pretending that we're lovers on a honeymoon or something!"

    Cian just softly said, "okay," and again brought his lips to hers.  
She responded in kind and they soon fell onto the bed where passion 
flared.

    He probed here and there with his fingers as she moaned, "Oh yes!  
That feels so good!  Keep doing that!"  Their bodies writhed in 
synchronization until they were both satisfied.  Spent and exhausted, 
and heart pounding, Cian continued kissing and caressing her.  At once, 
Eithne seemed surprised for a moment, but then she smiled back at Cian 
and resumed kissing him back eagerly, and rubbing his back as he lay 
there on top of her.  

    "Do you know, Eithne," spoke Cian, "you're the first woman I've 
ever had sex with?"

    "Oh--uh--I don't know what to say Cian.  I'm honored.  I'm just 
sorry your first time couldn't have been with someone who loved you."

    Cian gave Eithne a quick kiss, "Oh, Eithne!  I'm glad I did it with 
a friend instead of someone I picked up in a club or with some hooker.  
Really!"

    Eithne gave his kiss back, "Well, I hope you weren't disappointed!  
My first time was really a disaster!"

    And Cian gave that kiss back again, "Oh!  Believe me Eithne, I 
wasn't disappointed at all.  You were great!  But what about your first 
time?"

    "Oh, it was with my first boyfriend back when.  He took me to the 
prom.  Then afterward, he expected me to do it with him.  I was really 
scared, but I did it with him anyway."

    "And?"

    "And, it was terrible, we were parked in his car, and as soon as I 
said 'yes,' he started pulling and tearing my clothes off.  He ripped 
my beautiful prom dress that I saved up all year for!  I lay down on 
the seat so he could get to me without tearing my dress anymore, and 
then he just jumped on top of me.  Oh, the pain!  He just pushed 
himself inside me without turning me on or anything!  Then, it was over 
just like that!  Then, after I finally did get turned on, he just got 
off me and drove me home.  He didn't say a single word to me the whole 
way either."

    "Oh that's terrible!  You must have felt awful!"

    "Yes, I did, Cian!  I don't know why I continued seeing him, but I 
did.  We kept going together, but we broke up when we got out of 
school."

    "Did you find another boyfriend after that?"

    "No, I dated a few times while attending university, but, no, I 
didn't sleep with anyone.  I never got serious about anyone again until 
I met Piaras at work.  You know the rest.  Pretty boring, huh?"

    "Sounds pretty typical to me, unless you really believe those 
stories you read in _Playboy_ and _Penthouse_.  And, speaking of 
_Playboy,_ kiss me again, Eithne."

    "Oh Cian," Eithne cooed, "it's hard to believe you're a virgin!  
Where did you learn to do it like that?"

    "It's funny Eithne.  That's just how I always fantasized it should 
be like.  Not the way you read about in porno magazines."

    "Oh?  I've never read a porno magazine.  What do they say about 
it?"

    Cian's face turned red.  "Oh--lots of stuff.  Mostly it seems like 
the guy attacks the girl rather than them making love to each other.

    "And other stuff too..."

    "Cian?"

    "Yes, Eithne?"

    "Could you..."

    "Could I what, Eithne?"

    "Do something that Piaras never does for me..."

    "Sure!  What?" 

    "Oh, uhm, nothing..."

    With that, Cian began stroking her has he had done during their 
previous lovemaking.  Eithne, however, took the initiative this time by 
rolling over on top of Cian.  She started sliding down his body.  Lower 
and lower she went.

    "Ohhh, Eithne, that feels so good!"

    "Oh, I'm not finished yet!"

    She moved down once more.  Cian was staring down at her as she was 
using her mouth on him.  The pressure was building in him until he 
couldn't take it anymore.

    And then, having spent himself again the second time this evening, 
he rolled the both of them over.  He slid down her body, and did for 
her what she had just done for him.  Her body was writhing and quaking 
as Cian brought her to tears of pleasure.

    Finally, he crawled back up on her and did enter her the 
conventional way, as they moaned in mutual pleasure to the pounding of 
both of their hearts.

    Multiply spent, the both of them, and continuing to kiss and caress 
each other, they slid under the covers.

    He leaned over and closed the light, and then they continued gently 
kissing and snuggling until both of them gradually fell asleep with 
their arms and legs entwined.

    ###

    The alarm clock woke them the next morning still tangled in each 
other.

    Cian whispered, "Good morning lover!"

    "Good morning lover!" she replied.

    "Well, our weekend is just about over.  I hate to take you back, 
but I guess we should get ready to go back to our normal lives..."

    "I guess we should, Cian."

    "Oh, and Cian!  Do you still want to know what I wished for at that 
wishing well?"

    "Sure!"

    "Well, I wished that Piaras would become as romantic as you are!"

    "Awwwww, Eithne."  And Cian kissed her again.

    "Oh Cian!  Look at the time!  We better start getting ready!"

    Cian reached up and pulled her down to him and they snuggled for a 
moment before answering.  "Okay, let's get ready."

    Eithne packed up her bag and looked sheepishly at Cian.  "Well, 
Cian, I really did enjoy our weekend together.  I never knew you were 
such a romantic guy Cian, and I'm--well--I feel funny saying this, but 
I'm sorry that it's over."

    Cian took Eithne's hand and her bag, and they went down to his car.

    Little was said on the way to Eithne's house.  When they arrived, 
she looked away from Cian.  "You know we can't ever see each other 
anymore, Cian.  Piaras and I can't be your friends any more."  "

    Cian thought for a moment and asked.  "Why can't we still be 
friends?  Talk to Piaras, Eithne.  I bet we'll all laugh about it 
together in a few months."

    Eithne looked at Cian for a moment then looked away.  "We can't be 
friends because I fell in love with you this weekend, Cian."  

    Then, without facing him again, she jumped out of the car, quickly 
grabbed her bag, and ran into her house.

    Cian waited several seconds after she disappeared into her house 
until he drove off to work in his new Jaguar.

    * END *

    

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