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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Nereids
Part: Chapter 11
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Jack MacLean is happy with married life, but it's the
Swinging Sixties and he wants more. His wife does too,
and they have their eye on her new friend, Beth Hughes.
But Jack and Beth's husband will soon be fighting a war
in the skies over Vietnam. When they return, everything
will change.
Keywords: MF, FF, oral
Revision: 1.01
Word Count: 10,956
Web Site: http://www.nickscipio.com/summercamp/nereids/
FTP Site: ftp://ftp.nickscipio.com/summercamp/nereids/
Discussion Forum: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Scipio_Forum/

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                        STANDARD DISCLAIMER

This story is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains
material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are
offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT
read any further.

This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events
portrayed in it are fictional, and any resemblance to real people
or incidents is purely coincidental. The author does not
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
the written permission of the author. It may be freely
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Copyright (c) 2007 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

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Nereids
A Summer Camp Story
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Susan stayed below most of the afternoon, and Jack silently
berated himself for not giving her Dramamine. He couldn't
remember the last time he'd been seasick, so he hadn't thought of
it. Fortunately, Beth was taking good care of her.

In the meantime, he and David steered the _Nereid_ ever
southward. The wind picked up a few times and they cruised on
sails alone, but those times were few and far between.

Susan looked pale when she eventually emerged from the cabin, but
she smiled when she saw him. He thought he detected a hint of
something else--satisfaction? excitement?--but he couldn't be
sure. Beth acted strange as well, but he wrote it off to the
stress of caring for a sick friend.

While the women relaxed on the cockpit benches, David fixed
dinner. Jack chuckled to himself--he never would have imagined
that David was such a good cook. His food wouldn't win any
awards, but everything tasted good.

When dinner was ready, he decided to heave to so they could eat
together. Susan's appetite hadn't returned, but she tasted a bit
of everything, and complimented David on his cooking.

Afterward, they went up on deck to enjoy the evening.
Unfortunately, Dramamine made Susan drowsy, so Jack turned the
helm over to David and followed her below.

**

Beth pulled the blanket tighter around herself. The night air was
mild, but she wanted the blanket for security more than warmth.
She gazed up at the starry sky. The entire bowl of heaven spread
above her, deep and dark and unfathomable. A few feet away, David
stood at the wheel, a quiet presence bathed by the soft glow of
the compass light.

She watched him for a few minutes, but she didn't really see him.
Instead, her thoughts were turned inward. She didn't understand
her own feelings, but a part of her was convinced that she'd
cheated on her husband. She _had_ cheated, in all truth. She
wanted to tell him, but she was scared. What if he got angry?
What if he wanted her to stop seeing Susan? What if...?

She wanted to swing with Susan and Jack, but she had too many
what-ifs floating through her head. She closed her eyes and tried
to relax. She wasn't worried about getting pregnant--she'd had
her tubes tied, after all. She wasn't worried about catching some
disease, either--Susan and Jack were both clean.

_So what_ am _I worried about?_

She snorted to herself at a sudden realization--she was worried
that David wouldn't want to be a swinger. But if he _did_, her
cheating became a problem of timing, rather than a betrayal. It
was pure sophistry, but she held onto it as though her life
depended on it. Now she simply had to convince David to shed his
inhibitions.

No, not "inhibitions." He was very uninhibited, but society had
beaten a few notions into him--first and foremost, that he had to
be faithful to his wife. But what if the wife in question
_wanted_ him to have sex with another woman?

_Do you have an answer for_ that_, society?_ she asked in silent
defiance. After a moment she chuckled to herself. _Yes, it's
called "swinging."_

"David?" she said at last.

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever watched two women have sex?"

He snorted in surprise.

"Well, have you?"

"What makes you ask that?" he said, strangely calm.

She shrugged. "I'm just curious. I've heard about some of the sex
bars in the Philippines. All the wives have. Most of the others
say absurd things like, '_My_ husband would never go to a place
like that,' but all of us know better."

He didn't respond.

"But, you know what?" she continued. "_I've_ never said anything
like that. I know better. So does Susan. We're not hypocrites
like Mary Scarlatti or Phyllis Waulk."

"Well, Mary's not a hypocrite," David said. "Don _doesn't_ go to
places like that."

"But Frank and the others do, don't they?"

"Terry Featherston doesn't."

"But you do." She made it a statement, not a question.

He didn't answer.

"And so does Jack."

Again, he kept silent.

"I don't mind," she said softly. "If you want to know the truth,
they sound like fun." She could see his surprise in the light
from the compass, and she started to bristle. "I'm not a prude,
you know."

"I didn't think you were," he replied evenly. "But those clubs..."

After a moment she realized he wasn't going to continue. "What
about them?"

"They're not the place for a woman like you."

She almost snapped "What do you mean, 'a woman like me'?" but she
controlled herself. She didn't want to sound waspish and put him
on the defensive, but she wasn't a nun in a cloister. She was a
flesh-and-blood woman, with all the usual desires.

"How so?" she asked instead, her voice carefully neutral.

He shrugged. "The women there are..."

"Sluts?" she said. "Whores?"

"What's gotten into you, Beth?" he asked all of a sudden.

"Nothing. I'm just curious."

"Well, can we talk about something else?"

"Why?"

"I don't know. This isn't something you should be talking about."

"Why?" Now she _did_ want to put him on the defensive. "Because
you think I don't know what kind of things go on in those clubs?
Or because you think I can't handle it?"

"It's not that, sweetheart, it's--"

"So you think I _can_ handle it?"

"Of course, but--"

"Then why not tell me about them? I'm curious. I want to know. I
know you went to them, and it doesn't bother me. So why not tell
me?"

He stood mute, hands gripping the wheel.

She rose from the bench and moved closer. "David, I'm curious,"
she said, quiet and sincere. "I... I'm curious because I'm
excited."

His eyebrows shot up.

"I _am_," she said. "I want to know what it's like to watch other
people have sex."

"_What?_"

She nodded. "Call me crazy, but that gets me worked up." She
sensed his crumbling resolve. "What's it like?" she asked, soft
and eager.

He gazed over her head for a moment, as if plotting his course.
In a way, he _was_ plotting his course. "It's not what you
think," he said at last. "It's... It's really kind of seedy."

Despite herself, she frowned.

"The girls all look like they're bored. Like it's just a job." He
shrugged. "I guess it _is_ just a job for them. But they have to
go on stage and perform for a bunch of drunk guys waving dollar
bills."

Her frown deepened. This wasn't at _all_ what she thought it
would be like. "You mean they don't have sex with each other?"

He shrugged, searching for words. "Not like you think. Mostly,
they do weird things like pop ping-pong balls out of their
pussies, or smoke cigarettes with them." Suddenly, he laughed.
"One girl could blow smoke rings with hers." He shook his head in
wonder. "I have no idea how she learned _that_ little trick."

Unexpectedly, Beth had a vision of Susan's shaved pussy blowing a
smoke ring. She snickered.

"Yeah," he said. "Weird, huh?"

She nodded.

He met her eyes. "Why do you really want to know? Surely you
don't want to hear stories about little brown--" He cleared his
throat. "About bar girls."

She wondered what he'd been about to say, but she held her
curiosity. Instead, she said, "I want to know because I think
it's sexy for two women to... to have sex."

His eyes widened.

"I do," she said simply.

He tried to brush off her comment. "You wouldn't like watching
these women."

"But what about _other_ women?"

His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, 'other women'?"

"What... What if two women want to have sex... Two American women.
Would you want to watch?"

"What's gotten into you, Beth?"

"Would you?" she pressed.

"How should _I_ know? I've never seen two American women have
sex. Why are you asking all these questions?"

_Tell him!_ She drew a deep breath, but then her resolve died a
quiet death. "I don't know," she said at last. "Forget I said
anything." It wasn't a good answer, but she wasn't ready to
reveal the truth. Not yet.

Good or not, her answer seemed to satisfy him. _At least I
planted the seed,_ she thought. She moved closer to him.

He put his arm around her and she held him tight, comforted by
the feel of his body. But then she noticed something--he _hadn't_
relaxed. He was still coiled tight, as if waiting for something.
Maybe her answer hadn't satisfied him at all. Maybe he was simply
relieved to have the conversation over.

She chuckled silently. It must have seemed like an inquisition,
since he didn't know what she was thinking. He didn't know about
her afternoon with Susan. He didn't know about Susan's parents.
He didn't know about _any_ of it.

_But you'll know soon enough,_ she told him silently, smiling up
at him. _You're going to be a swinger. You just don't realize it
yet._

**

Much to Beth's surprise, both Susan and Jack emerged from the
cabin for the morning watch. Warm light spilled through the open
hatchway, and Beth used it to check her watch: 3:55AM.

"All that sleep yesterday afternoon," Susan said, answering
Beth's unspoken question.

"Do you feel all right?"

Susan nodded. Then she grinned at Jack. "I had a lovely wake-up
call."

Jack had the good grace to look abashed. To cover it, he turned
to business. "Anything to report?" he said to David, who merely
grinned.

"Quiet watch, Skipper," he said. "No traffic to report. We
steered a course of one four zero for five hours and"--he looked
at his watch--"twenty minutes."

"One four zero, aye," Jack said. "I'll take the helm."

"You have the helm," David said. "Oh, and one more thing,
Skipper."

Beth could see the mischief in his eyes, and she wondered what he
was up to.

"Yes?" Jack said.

"The Professor and Mary Ann wanted to know what time breakfast
will be served."

Beth burst into laughter, more at Jack's expression than anything
else.

"Get off my deck, Mr. Hughes," he growled.

David struggled to keep a straight face. "Aye, aye, sir."

"And take her with you," Jack said, pointing at Beth. "It's not
her fault she married an _in_coherent, _in_subordinate,
_in_veterate joker."

"I'm not incoherent," David protested.

"You're insubordinate and inveterate."

"No excuse, sir."

Jack finally laughed. "What am I going to do with you?" he said.

"What _can_ you do?" David said dryly.

"Have a good night," Jack said, still chuckling. "You too, Beth."

Beth smiled politely. Then she looked at David, who put his arm
around her and pulled her close. "You're horrible," she said
softly.

"No excuse, ma'am."

**

Beth opened her eyes for the tenth time. Or was it the twentieth?
She was horny, and she couldn't sleep. David had the annoying
ability most Navy men have: he could fall asleep anywhere,
anytime. She kicked off her sheet. Susan or Jack could walk into
the cabin at any moment, but she liked the idea of them seeing
her.

_I like the idea of them doing more than_ that_!_

She closed her eyes and imagined the feeling of Susan's lips on
her own. The imaginary lips moved lower, to her nipples, to her
pussy. She spread her legs and pressed her fingers to the base of
her clit.

With a low moan, she imagined Susan between her legs. Her mouth
watered as she imagined sucking David at the same time. She was
so worked up that she came quickly, shuddering with the force of
a mini-orgasm.

When she relaxed and lay back, she sniffed her fingers. She
wondered what Susan would smell like, what she'd taste like. What
would it feel like to go down on her? She grew hot at the
thought, her orgasm doing little to satisfy her desire.

She glanced over at David again. He was still sound asleep, and
she felt a stab of resentment. But then she smiled. She was still
horny, and she knew the perfect way to wake him up.

She climbed out of bed and sank to her knees beside him. Then she
peeled back the sheet and grasped his flaccid manhood. She
started sucking, and he grew hard in her mouth, mumbling
something incoherent. Still half-asleep, he put his hand on her
head. She took him deep in her throat, her lips nearly to the
base of his shaft.

"Oh, baby," he said softly, "that's nice."

She answered by taking him deeper. When she pulled back, she
climbed onto the bunk, straddling him in a sixty-nine. He reached
around her hips to spread her open. She didn't want him to come
too soon, so she kissed his dick instead of sucking it.

He licked her, and she moaned softly. He began licking harder,
more insistently. He _was_ a sensitive lover, even if he did rush
sometimes. He was rougher than Susan, but Beth was in a rougher
mood herself. Simply getting off wasn't enough--she wanted to
explode.

Pleasure built within her as David sucked her clit, waggling his
head side-to-side. Her muscles tensed and she cried out
wordlessly, her pussy vibrating as he flicked his tongue over her
clit.

She clutched him and bit her lip as waves of pleasure erupted
from deep within her. When the last wave passed, she collapsed,
panting from the force of her orgasm.

After several timeless minutes, she opened her eyes and focused
on his hard-on. He was leaking pre-come, and she licked it off,
savoring the salty-bitter taste. Then she began sucking in
earnest.

He came quickly, jets of semen gushing over her tongue as she
pumped him with her fist. When his orgasm subsided, she turned
around and settled beside him.

"That was nice," he said.

She could hear the sleep in his voice, but she wanted to talk.
She rubbed his chest. "David?"

"Hmm?"

"I meant what I said earlier."

"Yeah?"

"About two women having sex."

He stirred, but didn't come fully awake.

"I... I want to have sex with a woman."

"That's nice, sweetheart."

She felt her expression harden--he wasn't paying attention. She
swallowed her frustration and turned bold instead. "I want to
have sex with Susan."

"I'm sure she'd like that."

Beth opened her mouth to say something tart, but she felt him
tense with full awareness.

"You want to _what?_" he said.

_The moment of truth,_ she told herself wryly. "I want to have
sex with a woman." _In for a penny, in for a pound._ "I want to
have sex with... Susan."

He didn't say anything, but his silence spoke volumes.

"I'm not a... 'You know what' or anything," she said.

"Then why do you...?"

"I just do," she said. _I already have,_ she added silently,
guilt making her cheeks burn.

"I don't understand."

"Neither do I," she said. "I wish I did. I wish..." She sighed. "I
was going to say, 'I wish I could change,' but I don't. Not
really." She paused again. "I _like_ Susan," she said at last.
_No, I love her._ Aloud, she said, "I know she feels the same
about me."

"Sure, she likes you, but what makes you think--?"

"I know," Beth said flatly. "Besides, we've... talked about it."

"'Talked about it'?"

"Yes. We talked a lot while you were on cruise." _And yesterday
afternoon..._

"Is _that_ what this is about? You were lonely, and--?"

She sat up abruptly. "No, David, that's _not_ what this is
about."

He started to reply but kept silent, his eyes asking a hundred
unspoken questions. He looked upset and confused. He looked hurt.
He looked _lost_.

Her expression softened. "I love you more than I'll ever be able
to tell you," she said. "I always will." She met his gaze. "But I
love Susan too. I tried to convince myself that I didn't. I tried
to change. I tried everything I could think of. But I feel the
way I feel. Can you understand that?"

"I don't know," he said, with more honesty than she expected.

Some of her defiance drained away.

"Do you still want to be with me?"

She huffed in frustration. "What _is_ it with men? Why do you
think it's an either/or proposition? Just because I love Susan
_doesn't_ mean I don't love you."

"But--"

"Will you _listen?_ I love you, David. You're my husband. You're
the father of my children. You're the man I'm going to spend the
rest of my life with. But what makes you think I can't love
someone else?"

"I--"

"What makes you think I don't have room in my heart for you _and_
Susan?" she said. "I don't love Paul any less because I love Erin
too. Can't you see that? Can't you see that I have enough love in
my heart for _all_ of you?"

He nodded calmly. Then he arched an eyebrow. "Now, are _you_
ready to listen?"

"Y-yes," she said, a bit startled by her own intensity.

"How'd you expect me to react?" he asked, still calm. "You wake
me up, we have sex, and then you tell me you want to have sex
with a woman? What was I supposed to think?"

"I... I don't know."

"I'm sorry I panicked, but that's all it was. I know you love me,
and I know you have enough love for all of us." He smiled wryly.
"I didn't realize that would include another woman, but I suppose
I can get used to that... eventually. At least it's not another
man."

She shook her head.

"But why tell me?" he asked. "Why tell me at all?"

She started to answer, but then thought better of it.

"I'd never have known if you hadn't told me."

_You're right about that,_ she thought wryly. He was a smart man,
but he didn't always see the big picture. "I don't want to hide
this from you," she said at last. "And... And I guess I want you to
be happy for me."

His eyebrows shot up. "You want me to _what?_"

She frowned affectionately. "You heard me. I want you to be happy
for me. I've fallen in love precisely _twice_ in my life. I think
you know the first time..."

He nodded.

"And because I love you, I want to share the second time."

He considered for a moment and then nodded. "Okay. I suppose
that's fair. But what do you want to do now?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "I hadn't thought that far ahead."

He chuckled. "Of course not."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Calm down," he said. "It wasn't a dig."

"Then what was it?"

"Okay, maybe it _was_ a dig, but I didn't mean it in a bad way."
He paused to gather his thoughts. "You're the emotional one," he
said slowly, "and I'm the logical one. You act impulsively, while
I think too much." He shrugged. "That's just the way we are."

She nodded.

"But what I meant was, what do you want to do now? You started
this whole conversation with 'I want to have sex with Susan.' Do
you really?"

"Yes," she said softly. She felt him tense, so she quickly added,
"It's not like you think."

He looked a question at her.

"I don't want to _sneak off_ and have sex with her." _Despite the
fact that we've already done that._ "I want to do it while you're
watching."

His eyebrows shot up.

"And maybe you could... I dunno... join in?"

"Join in?"

She rolled her eyes. "I know you want to. Don't pretend you
don't."

"Beth," he said seriously, "she's my best friend's wife. I can't
have sex with her, even if I wanted to."

"Oh, you want to," she said. "And that's okay. I do too."

"But she's a fellow officer's _wife_. She's not some secretary or
waitress. I can't just say, 'Hey, baby, howzabout you and me hop
in the sack?' Besides, it's against the law."

She scoffed. "It is _not_."

"It is too," he said calmly. "Maybe not for civilians, but it
sure as hell is illegal for me. I'm married, and the military
calls it 'adultery.'"

"I _know_ what it's called," she said.

"It's against the UCMJ," he said flatly. "I could be court-
martialed."

She didn't have an answer, so she kept her mouth shut. She hadn't
thought about the Uniform Code of Military Justice--David and
Jack literally had to live by a different set of rules. She
didn't know much about it, but she didn't doubt him.

"Besides," David continued, "I'd never do that to Jack." He shook
his head in irritation at a sudden thought. "What does _he_ think
about all this? Has Susan told him?"

Beth felt her face heat. "I don't know," she said.

He looked at her pointedly, and she heard his words in her head,
_"You act impulsively..."_

The pause drew out and he simply gazed up at her. Her thoughts
were still chaotic, so she laid her head on his shoulder. The
boat rocked gently as it glided through the night, but still,
neither of them spoke. A few minutes later he looked at his
watch.

"What time is it?" she asked softly.

"Oh five thirty."

"You need to get some sleep," she said.

"I also need to make sure my wife is happy."

"Your wife is happy," she said. "Confused, but happy."

He hugged her. "I'm a little confused too," he said, "so you're
in good company."

"Are you sorry I told you?"

He immediately shook his head. Then he drew a breath, gathering
his thoughts. "I like the idea of you and Susan... you know," he
said at last. "It's... sexy."

She reached down and felt for his manhood. He was hard, and she
stroked him gently.

"And you're right," he said, "I _would_ like to have sex with
her, but I can't."

Beth wanted to tell him about swinging, but she knew she'd
already thrown too many revelations at him for one night. "Well,"
she said instead, "you can have sex with me."

He stroked her back.

"And if you're lucky," she teased, "I'll let you watch Susan and
me."

"Oh?" he said. A moment later he groaned in pleasure as she
straddled his hips and settled onto his erection.

"You can't stop me," she said at last, a little breathless. "But
you don't really _want_ to."

"And why is that?"

"Because you want to watch."

"What about Jack?"

"He can watch too," she said, moving atop him slowly.

"No wonder you were asking about sex shows," he grunted.

"Mmm hmm. We'll give you a show."

He gripped her hips and thrust into her.

"But for now," she breathed, "this show is private."

He agreed with another thrust and she closed her eyes to enjoy
the ride.

**

Jack stood at the wheel and watched dawn creep into the east.
Susan dozed on the port cockpit bench, wrapped in a blanket. He
thought about waking her to watch the sunrise, but decided
against it.

The _Nereid_ rocked gently, motoring through the long Pacific
swell at a steady six knots. The short cross-seas were a memory,
and Jack was looking forward to smooth sailing.

_Now,_ he thought, _if only we can find some wind._ He touched
the backstay and then smiled to himself. He might not believe
most sailor's superstitions, but some couldn't hurt.

Still smiling, he checked the boat's heading and then retrieved
the portable solar shower. He filled the black plastic bag with
seawater and hoisted it six feet up the mast, where it would
catch the morning sun. The weather report finally promised sunny
skies and balmy temperatures, and he was looking forward to the
women showering on deck.

_I'm looking forward to more than that,_ he thought as he
returned to the cockpit. Susan had tantalized him with details of
her afternoon with Beth, and he was eager for things to heat up.
But she'd also said that she and Beth would work things out
between them. At that point it would be _Beth's_ job to convince
David.

So Jack bided his time and simply enjoyed the quiet morning. But
his thoughts never strayed far from David and Beth, and the
promise of more.

Shortly after sunrise David emerged from the cabin, two coffee
mugs in hand. He quietly stepped past the still-sleeping Susan
and handed one to Jack. Then he glanced at the sky, judging the
weather.

"Looks like it'll be a nice day," Jack said quietly.

David nodded.

"Maybe we'll get a breeze later this morning. Lewis said the
winds from here to the south usually blow from eleven hundred to
twenty-three hundred."

David looked at his watch and then nodded.

"We'll probably motor the rest of the way to Turtle Bay," Jack
said, "but we should have good winds from there to Santa Maria
Bay, and then on to Cabo San Lucas."

"It'll be nice to actually _sail_ for a change," David said,
speaking at last.

Jack nodded. Then he gestured at the black bag of the solar
shower. "The girls should be happy to see that."

David followed his gaze and nodded.

"Showtime," Jack said simply, but then blinked as David choked on
his coffee.

**

Jack tried to look nonchalant as the women made ready to shower
on deck.

Susan flashed him a suggestive look, but composed herself as
David emerged from the cabin. She was up to something.

"Will you remind us how the shower works, David?" she asked.

"Um... sure."

Jack felt a momentary pang of jealousy as he watched his wife
flirt with another man, but he quickly mastered it. He trusted
Susan, and he understood what she was doing. Besides, he couldn't
complain about flirting, especially since he wanted her to do
even more.

After the shower "lesson," David came aft. He met Jack's eye, but
quickly looked away.

_Oh, don't be so shy,_ Jack thought to his friend. _She wants you
to fuck her._ I _want you to fuck her, for that matter._ He
grinned in anticipation. _And while you're fucking her, I'll be
fucking your wife. Simple, huh?_

By the mast, Susan began to take off her clothes. David busied
himself re-coiling lines.

"Don't worry about them," Jack said to him.

David glanced up, mid-coil.

"They'll keep," Jack continued. Then he nodded forward, toward
the women. "And don't worry about them, either."

David looked a question at him.

"You know we're nudists, right?" Jack said, and received a nod in
reply. "Well, Susan's used to men looking at her. I am too. Okay?
She has a great body, and she'd probably be offended if you
_didn't_ look.

"So don't worry about coiling the lines or tending to the boat.
And don't worry if you see Susan without her clothes." He
shrugged. "After all, we knew this was coming when we first
started talking about the trip, much less when we bought the
solar shower."

David reluctantly nodded.

"So relax," Jack said. "Enjoy the view." He grinned, a mixture of
nonchalance and confidence.

"I just don't want to... you know," David said at last. "I don't
wanna _stare_."

Jack laughed, genuine and friendly. "Don't worry about staring.
Like I said, I think she'd be offended if you didn't."

David grinned guiltily.

"So be my guest," Jack said with a gesture. "Stare away." He
chuckled again. "After all, it's only fair."

David raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

"_I_ plan on staring," Jack said.

As if he could read minds, David quickly glanced at Beth.

"All's fair in love and war," Jack said.

"So, which is this?"

"Which do you think?"

"We've been to war," David said soberly.

"And this ain't it."

David shook his head, still solemn.

Jack kept his voice deliberately light: "Then it must be love,
and we might as well enjoy it."

David finally grinned, albeit sheepishly.

"Here," Jack said to him, "you take the wheel. The view is better
from here." He had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing at
David's expression.

Jack wasn't a manipulative person, but he wanted to lighten
David's mood, to convince him that it was okay to look at Susan.

"I'll be right back," he said, and headed for the cabin. He
returned a minute later and handed David a black case. "Use
these," he said, and opened his own case.

**

Beth reached for the hem of her shirt. She was unexpectedly
nervous about shedding her clothes in front of Jack. Still, the
trip was about adventure. Besides, if she and David became
swingers, Jack would see her in all her glory.

_He'll do more than that,_ she thought wryly.

Susan suddenly burst out laughing, and Beth turned to follow her
gaze.

The men were standing in the cockpit, twenty-five or thirty feet
away, using _binoculars_. The big lenses were pools of darkness,
which made them look like bugs. Despite her shock, Beth laughed.

"How's the view?" Susan called brazenly.

"Fine, thanks," Jack said. He didn't lower the binoculars, but he
nudged David, as if to say "That's my wife."

Susan began to vamp for them.

Beth felt a rush of excitement as she grasped the hem of her T-
shirt and drew it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and
her breasts swung free as she tossed the shirt aside. She was
proud of her chest, so she cupped her breasts and made a
seductive moue.

Jack hooted like a frat boy at a party, and David quickly joined
in.

Beth wanted them to see her legs, so she turned her back to them.
Her pulse raced as she unfastened her shorts and hooked her
thumbs in the waistband. Then she bent over and slid the denim
cut-offs over her hips.

Too late, she realized she was giving them more of a show than
she intended. Her face grew hot and she quickly straightened.
Behind her, the men cheered even louder.

"So much for being demure," Susan teased, grinning.

Beth's face turned redder still. "I didn't mean to moon them like
that."

Susan arched an eyebrow.

"I didn't," Beth insisted.

"In that case," Susan said, "let's _really_ give them something
to cheer about." With that, she opened the shower nozzle. Then
she pulled Beth under the stream. The water wasn't exactly hot,
but it was better than the shower in the cabin.

Beth closed her eyes and wet her hair, the warm water running
down her body. Then she moved back and wiped her eyes.

Instead of stepping under the spray, Susan turned off the nozzle
and reached for the soap. "I'll wash your hair," she said.

Beth nodded and turned her back. The men were still watching
through the binoculars, although they looked less comic and more
captivated. She spent a delicious moment enjoying their hungry
stares. Then she closed her eyes as Susan gently lathered her
hair.

"I'll wash the rest of you, too," Susan whispered in her ear,
soft and seductive.

Beth felt herself nod. Then she swallowed hard. Susan's first
touch sent an electric tingle through her, and she tried to
forget that the men were watching. _No,_ she told herself. _I_
want _them to watch._

Susan's hands moved lower, but she wasn't simply washing Beth,
she was caressing her. Beth moaned softly as Susan's hands moved
lower still, to her butt and legs. She felt faint, and gripped
the mast to steady herself.

Susan finished and stood. "Now," she said, "let me wash the
front."

Beth started to turn, but Susan stopped her. Desire made her
shiver as she waited for the coming touch. She almost cried out
when she felt Susan's hands on her shoulders, her arms, her
breasts.

_Thud!_

Beth's eyes snapped open and she followed the sound to the back
of the boat.

Jack was holding back laughter, and David was bent over. He
straightened, gripping his dropped binoculars and looking
chagrined.

Susan chuckled, low and mischievous. "Just think what he'll do
when he sees the rest of the show."

Beth closed her eyes and fought to remain standing. The next
minutes passed in a blur of soapy caresses, and she felt an extra
thrill knowing that the men were watching.

"Are you ready to rinse?" Susan said at last.

Beth sighed. "I'm ready to melt."

"I think Jack and David are ready to pound nails."

Beth opened her eyes and glanced back at the men. They'd lowered
the binoculars and were trying to look relaxed, but they were
both watching like hawks. She smiled to herself and stepped under
the shower stream.

Beth's stomach fluttered, but she asked, "Do you want me to do
you?"

"I'd like that very much," Susan said with a smile as she stepped
under the shower. Her skin glistened in the sun as the water ran
over her.

Beth lathered the soap in trembling hands. She felt a nervous
thrill as she washed Susan's hair. Then she moved lower and
closed her eyes, working by feel alone.

Oh, but the feel!

Her soapy hands slid over Susan's smooth skin, and her
imagination filled in the details. Finally, she knelt on the deck
and mustered the courage to open her eyes. Susan's body was shiny
with soap suds, and Beth swallowed hard. The men were still
watching, but she ignored them.

"Ready for the front?" Beth asked, more for herself than Susan.

"Sure."

Her breathing grew ragged, her chest tight with anxiety. She
swallowed again, the smell of the soap sharp in her nostrils.

Susan turned. "It's okay," she said softly, gazing down, "you
don't ha--"

Beth began washing her feet. As though someone else were
controlling her, she moved her hands higher. Once again, she
worked by feel alone. She _wanted_ to look, but she couldn't
bring herself to. Her soapy fingers did the work of her eyes,
until she reached the top of Susan's thighs.

"Oh, my," Susan breathed.

Beth swallowed hard and began washing Susan's hairless pussy. She
didn't linger, though. She told herself it was because she didn't
want to get soap inside Susan, but she knew better.

Her heart raced with a combination of nervousness and desire as
she worked higher. She stopped when her fingers brushed the
smooth curve of a breast.

"Nice, huh?" Susan said.

Beth swallowed hard. "Th-they're very nice," she said at last.

"No," Susan said, shaking her head, "I mean it's nice to touch
another woman."

Beth felt her face flush as she quickly looked away.

"Let me rinse off and then we can go below," Susan said, her
voice soft and suggestive and oh-so-reasonable.

**

Beth stepped into the regular shower and tensed for the onslaught
of cold water. She gasped as it struck her, but she pumped again,
rinsing the salt from her hair and body.

"Keep pumping," Susan said as she crowded into the small space.

Beth pressed herself against the wall, but the area was too small
to avoid contact. Besides, Susan was _warm_.

"Jack would be proud of us," she joked, "saving water like this."

Beth snorted. Then she closed her eyes and fought not to sigh.
Susan's nipples were stiff from the cold, and Beth could feel
them pressing into the soft flesh of her own breasts.

"Here," Susan said, "I'll pump for a moment."

Beth forgot about the cold water and concentrated on the feeling
of Susan's thigh between her own. _Can she feel how hot I am? How
wet?_

Susan started to say something. Beth silenced her with a kiss.
She didn't remember deciding to do it, but she didn't pull away
when she realized what she was doing. Susan stopped pumping and
the stream of cold water trickled to a stop.

Beth wrapped her arms around Susan and pulled her close. Her body
was warm and soft, and Beth felt herself begin to drift. But then
something within her clicked, and she slowly sank to her knees.

She spent a moment simply gazing at the perfection of Susan's
hairless pussy. She could see every goose bump, every jewel-like
drop of water. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on her
stomach, the tip of her nose pressed into the soft flesh.

Susan moaned softly and put her hands on Beth's head.

Emboldened, Beth planted another kiss, lower. Susan let out a
gasp of pleasure. She lifted one foot to the lid of the commode.
Her pussy spread slightly, revealing tender pink folds.

Beth wondered if her own pussy looked the same. Almost idly, she
ran her fingertip along the inner lips, parting them gently. Her
finger came away damp, and she gazed at it for a moment.

She'd tasted her own pussy before, on David's dick or on her own
fingers, but she still wondered if Susan would taste the same.
She drew a deep breath and flicked her tongue over the tip of her
finger. The taste was clean and fresh, tangy, a little metallic,
with an undertone of something sharp.

She kissed Susan's mons again and used the time to ponder what
she was about to do. She knew she wasn't a lesbian--_There! I
said it!_--but she was about to do something most women never
did.

Her nostrils flared as she caught a whiff of Susan's arousal. The
scent was the same as the taste, and she felt her head swim with
desire. Almost without thinking, she leaned forward and flicked
her tongue over the fleshy inner lips.

Susan shuddered and let out a small moan.

Beth smiled to herself and licked again, the taste of another
woman filling her with a sense of urgency. She began licking in
earnest, using her fingers to spread Susan open. The world around
her faded away and she concentrated on the soft pink folds.

She didn't know how long she licked, but Susan eventually began
to rock her hips. Beth sucked her clit, swirling her tongue
around it like David did to her. Susan shuddered and Beth felt a
gush of moisture around her fingers. Then she tasted it, the
flavor filling her mouth and making her tongue tingle.

She thrust a finger inside Susan and felt her pussy clench. She
added another finger and kept flicking her tongue over Susan's
clit. She was acting on instinct--doing what she liked, and what
she thought Susan would like.

A moment later Susan cried out softly. Her release came with a
flood of heat and moisture, and Beth shoved her fingers as deep
as she could. Susan bucked her hips and cried out, shuddering
with the force of her orgasm. Then she seemed to collapse against
the wall.

Beth pulled back, her lips wet with Susan's juices.

"Oh, my," Susan panted.

Beth looked up, her eyes crinkling with a smile. "I did all
right?"

Susan snorted softly, her chest still heaving from the force of
her orgasm.

Beth stood and pressed herself against Susan, their breasts
flattening together. She kissed her, tender and lingering. When
she drew back, she was breathing a little heavier. She didn't
speak. Susan didn't either.

Instead, Beth simply gazed at the woman in her arms--her friend,
her lover. She rolled the word around in her mind, and a smile
crept over her lips.

_"Lover,"_ she thought again. _I like the sound of that._

**

Jack stood at the wheel and gazed over the _Nereid_'s clean white
deck. Susan and Beth had been sunbathing--nude, of course--since
lunchtime. He knew they'd been up to something earlier--why else
had they taken so long in the head?--but Susan hadn't had a
chance to tell him about it.

Judging by her glow of delight when she and Beth finally emerged
from the cabin, he had a pretty good idea what she'd eventually
tell him. His imagination was already supplying plenty of
details.

A puff of wind snapped him from his fantasy. He craned his neck,
eyes searching for signs of the breeze. The sea was ruffled to
the west, and he could actually see the leading edge of the wind
as it moved toward them.

He glanced at David, who was lounging in the forward cockpit with
a spy novel. The poor man had done everything he could to avoid
looking at Susan.

Jack, on the other hand, had gotten more than an eyeful of Beth's
curvy figure. He tried not to stare openly, but he didn't miss a
chance to look at her when no one was watching. He liked what he
saw, from her full breasts to her round ass. He wanted to let his
imagination wander, but thoughts of the approaching wind stopped
him.

"Wind on the starboard quarter," he called. As if on cue, the
breeze reached the boat. To David, he said, "Jump to the mast
while I turn us into the wind. We'll set the main and then bear
away to port."

"Set the main and bear away to port, aye," David said
automatically. He stood, but then stopped abruptly.

Jack chuckled to himself--he'd just ordered the man forward, to
where the women were sunbathing.

David stood a moment longer, indecision making him tense. Then he
seemed to shake himself, and headed forward without a word.

They raised the mainsail, bore away, and hoisted the jib. David
stayed by the jib sheets after he trimmed the sail. Jack grasped
the wheel and settled the _Nereid_ onto a broad starboard reach.
They could run all afternoon with the wind on the quarter, and
should fetch Turtle Bay with sails alone if the wind held.

David returned to the cockpit and quickly picked up his book.

Jack realized that he was using it as cover. _Soon enough, my
friend,_ he thought. _Soon enough, you'll have someplace to bury
that hard-on. Someplace hot and wet and shaved._

**

They arrived at Turtle Bay shortly after five o'clock. A pair of
rusty steel shrimp boats lay half-submerged in the outer harbor,
and Jack cautiously steered past them.

"Hey, girls," he called forward, "time to get dressed."

He didn't plan to go anywhere near the docks themselves, much
less the working shrimp trawlers dotting the inner harbor, but he
still wanted to be cautious. The locals were mostly Catholic, and
he didn't need trouble with the Mexican authorities.

Susan and Beth trooped past, brown from the sun and shiny with
cocoa butter. Jack watched them openly, but David pretended to
mark the page in his book.

"Oh, relax," Jack half-snapped when the women were out of earshot
below.

David looked up and blinked.

"For Christ's sake, man," Jack said, "what do I have to do to let
you know it's okay to look at my wife?"

"Sorry," David said at last. "Was I that obvious?"

Jack pantomimed burying his nose in a book.

David looked sheepish.

"Look!" Jack told him, throwing his hands in the air. "Look all
you like. Stare. Gape. Gawk." He shook his head, friendly and
cajoling. "Why do you think she's such a tease? She wants you to
look. Jeez, so do I."

"Roger," David said.

Jack changed the subject. "Let's drop anchor and get the dinghy
in the water."

"Aye, aye, Skipper," David said, his grin returning.

Jack rolled his eyes. But then he had a thought. "You know," he
said, "if I were stranded on a desert island with girls like
Ginger and Mary Ann..."

"Yeah?"

"I'd sleep with 'em both."

David barked a short laugh.

"Think about it," Jack said.

David's smile turned into a puzzled look.

Jack wanted to roll his eyes--_How dense can he be?_--but glanced
pointedly at the cabin instead.

David's eyebrows shot up.

"Yeah," Jack said slowly, watching the light of comprehension
finally dawn.

**

Jack and David spent nearly two hours in the dinghy, running back
and forth to the dock. They had rented--for _a dollar_ each!--
four reasonably clean jerry cans. When filled with fresh water,
each five-gallon can weighed nearly fifty pounds, and had to be
manhandled aboard the boat. But with each trip, they slowly
refilled the _Nereid_'s water tanks.

Much to Jack's surprise, they'd used nearly sixty gallons of
fresh water in four days. He thought about lecturing the women on
water usage, but decided against it. Fortunately, they watched as
he and David wrestled the cans aboard, so they saw how much
effort was involved in refilling the tanks.

It was full dark by the time they finished. The old shrimper
who'd rented them the cans had also sold them five pounds of
fresh shrimp. The scoundrel had charged an arm and a leg for the
jerry cans, but sold the shrimp for fifty cents a pound. He even
threw in a fifty-pound block of ice.

Once Jack and David returned to the _Nereid_, they remained in
the dinghy, drifting under the sailboat's stern. By the light of
a kerosene lantern, they cleaned the shrimp, tossing the heads
and shells into the water.

When they were done, they stank of shrimp and ached all over.
Tired as they were, they still made wisecracks as they took a
quick, cold shower on deck. Then they went below to rinse off the
salt, using gallons of the precious water they'd just brought
aboard.

While the women fixed dinner, Jack mixed a big pitcher of red
wine sangria, adding orange and lemon slices, as well as a
healthy dose of brandy. Finally, they sat down to eat, with the
smell of marinara sauce and garlic filling the cabin.

The food was delicious, and Jack had two helpings of pasta. He
even scooped extra shrimp out of the sauce pot. David did the
same, grinning as he scavenged the remaining shrimp. When they
finally pushed their plates away, Jack mixed another batch of
sangria.

"To good friends and smooth sailing," he said, holding his glass
aloft. "May they always go hand in hand."

"Hear, hear!"

By the time they finished the second pitcher, Susan and Beth were
feeling no pain. David was far from buzzed, but he definitely
looked relaxed.

"Let's go up on deck," Jack said. "I'll make another pitcher of
sangria."

"You do that, Jack," Beth said.

"Oh, cabana boy!" Susan teased, holding up her empty glass.

David merely shook his head at their antics as he followed them
up the steps.

In the relative quiet left in their wake, Jack poured another
bottle of wine into the pitcher and then added 7-Up. He whistled
quietly as he sliced the orange and lemon. With a flourish, he
added sugar and a shot of brandy.

He wasn't drunk--not even close--but the warmth of the alcohol
had spread through him, and he wanted to share the feeling with
the others. That meant more alcohol, so he added another shot of
brandy. He closed his eyes and tasted his concoction.

Perfect!

On deck, he poured refills and then sat beside Susan. She
wriggled under his arm and he put his feet on the bench opposite
him.

"Oh, God," he said, "this is the life."

"Amen, brother," David said.

"We should buy some shrimp before we leave tomorrow," Jack said.
"And we can buy lobster from the locals the next day."

"Will we be in Santa Maria Bay then?" Beth asked.

Jack nodded. "We should get there about noon."

Beth looked confused for a moment. "What day is it today?"

"Wednesday," David said.

She laughed. "We've been gone four days, and already I've
forgotten what day it is."

"It's easy to do," Jack said, raising his glass in salute.

They drank and then lapsed into a companionable silence. The
lights from the dock twinkled in the distance, along with the
running lights of a few boats heading out for night fishing. The
bay was calm and the tide was on the ebb. They'd leave with the
tide in the morning, and Jack silently planned everything he'd
need to do before their departure.

"I can't wait to get to Santa Maria Bay," Beth said, breaking his
train of thought.

"Mmm, me too," Susan said.

"Nothing to do but relax," Beth continued, her eyes closed.

"Oh," Susan said, "I can think of a _few_ more things to do."

Beth's eyes snapped open.

Even in the semi-darkness of the cockpit, Jack could tell that
she was blushing. He almost jumped as Susan playfully slapped him
on the thigh.

"We can get these guys out of their pants, for one," she said.

David shifted nervously.

"It's not that hard," Jack said, grinning at his double entendre.
"All you have to do is ask."

"Is that all?" Susan said sweetly. Then she glanced at David.
"Somehow, I don't think it'll be that easy with him."

Beth sat up and made an exaggerated gesture. "That's because he's
afraid to let you see his hard-on."

David goggled.

"It's a nice hard-on, though," she continued. "He's just shy."

"I am _not_," he said.

"Oh, you are too, you big sourpuss."

"Am not."

"Then prove it," Beth shot back.

"Huh?"

"Take your shorts off, big boy," she said.

Jack felt Susan tense with anticipation.

"I don't need to take off my shorts to prove I'm not shy," David
said.

"I'll take mine off if you take yours off," Beth said.

"Me too," Susan added.

"And Jack will too," Beth said. "Won't you?"

"Sure," Jack said, shrugging as indifferently as he could. In
reality, he was practically burning with eagerness.

"Is there any more sangria?" David asked.

"_Oh, no,_" Beth said, "you're not getting off that easy."

"Actually," Susan said, "I think we could get him off pretty
easy..."

David's jaw fell.

Susan giggled and then looked at Beth. "C'mon, let's give him
some incentive."

With that, she stood and began shedding her clothes.

Beth stood, a bit unsteadily, and Jack realized that she was more
tipsy than he'd thought.

David flashed him a pleading look.

Jack shrugged. "When in Rome...," he said, standing as he
unbuttoned his shorts.

"_That's_ the spirit," Susan said.

"C'mon, David," Beth wheedled, tossing her blouse aside.

Jack felt his dick swell. He wasn't in danger of sporting an
erection any time soon, but he'd have to keep his thoughts in
check. He finished taking off his clothes and sat down.

David was the only one still dressed. "Oh, all right," he said at
last, sounding harassed.

Susan and Beth clapped and cheered.

"We're all friends here," Jack said, hoping to ease his friend's
conscience.

"But I thought you wanted to be _more_ than friends," Beth said.

Jack felt his eyes widen. She must've drunk even more than he'd
thought. Still, he wasn't about to complain.

Just then, David lowered his shorts and Susan stiffened.

Jack followed her gaze and felt his own jaw sag. David was only
half-hard, but his dick was as long as Jack on his best day. He'd
seen other guys with big dicks--in the showers at boarding school
or the Citadel--but few as big as David.

"Oh, my," Susan said quietly.

David kicked his shorts aside and sat down quickly.

Susan remembered herself and tried to look nonchalant.

Jack merely grinned. He didn't need size when he had technique.
Besides, he'd seen a lot of guys who were smaller than he. Still,
he was a bit surprised at David's length. To cover his reaction,
he reached for his drink and raised it.

"Here's to being nudists," he said.

The others raised their glasses and drank, but David emptied his
in one long gulp. Then he held it out for a refill.

"Relax," Jack said as he poured. "Being a nudist is a piece of
cake."

In spite of his nervousness, David laughed.

"Just get your head out of the cockpit." He grinned. "Or wherever
_else_ you have it stuck..."

The girls giggled.

"...and do what comes natural."

"Yeah, honey," Beth said, resting her hand on David's thigh,
"just do what comes natural."

"Just go with the flow, David," Jack said. "We have beautiful
wives"--he silently toasted them--"who are nude and half-drunk..."

"We're not half-drunk," Susan protested.

"More like three-quarters," Beth said.

"Exactly!"

"As I was _saying_," Jack continued, "we have beautiful wives,
who are nude and half drunk. We're in the middle of nowhere, with
nothing to do but enjoy ourselves. What could be better?"

"I guess you're right," David said.

"Of course I'm right," Jack said. "Would I lie to you?"

David grinned, sheepish at first, but with growing ease.

"Besides," Beth added, "if we're going to be swingers, Susan's
going to see your hard-on sooner or later."

"_What?_" David choked out.

Beth suddenly realized what she'd said.

Susan merely giggled.

Jack grew tense, waiting for David's follow-up outburst.

"What do you mean?" he asked instead.

"Nothing," Beth said meekly.

"No," David pressed, "you said, 'If we're going to be swingers...'
What's that supposed to mean?"

Her mouth worked silently.

Jack felt the situation going pear-shaped, so he decided to do
something about it. Susan might want to work things out with Beth
first, but he was tired of staying in the background. He didn't
like letting others lead the way.

"Susan and I want to become swingers," he said.

David's head snapped around.

Jack didn't flinch from the intensity of his gaze. "But we can't
do it by ourselves," he said calmly, "so we've been looking for
the right people for almost two years now."

David's eyebrows shot up again.

"When we met you last year," Jack continued, "we were pretty sure
we'd met the right people. You and I got along well, and so did
Susan and Beth."

Susan nodded in agreement.

Beth merely looked shell-shocked.

"But then we went to Vietnam," Jack said, "and we had to put our
plans on hold. When we returned, Susan and I talked about it, and
we decided that you and Beth _are_ the right couple. That's part
of what this trip is about."

"You mean you..." David began.

Jack nodded. "We're not going to _force_ you or anything," he
said. "We just wanted to get away from the world, to spend some
time with you... alone."

Susan nodded again.

"If you're not the right couple, then you're not the right
couple," Jack said. "You're still our best friends, and we don't
want to change that. But we thought..." He paused and simply
shrugged. He and David gazed at each other for a long moment.
Then Jack drew himself up. "I know you want to have sex with
Susan."

David started to deny it.

Jack cut him off. "Oh, don't be an idiot. I've known since that
time on the beach after..."

"After Keith was killed," David finished softly.

Jack swallowed hard and then nodded.

"Yeah," David said quietly, "I thought you knew." He shrugged. "I
thought if I..." Another shrug. "You know, if I pretended nothing
happened..."

"I knew," Jack said softly.

"And you're not upset?"

Jack barked a laugh. "Are you kidding? I _want_ you to have sex
with her. I've been trying to tell you that for days."

"The Ginger and Mary Ann thing?" David said.

"That's affirmative."

"_What_ Ginger and Mary Ann thing?" Susan asked, puzzled.

"I'll tell you later," Jack said. Then he turned back to David.
"Listen, if you don't want to be a swinger, that's fine. But
Susan and I do, and I'm pretty sure Beth does too..." He was
_positive_ she did, but he couldn't say that.

David looked at his wife. She nodded jerkily, and his eyes
widened.

"I _do_," she said, almost defiantly. Then she quailed. "I want
to try it, at least."

"Not everyone's cut out for it," Jack said into the silence.
"Susan's told me a lot about it, about how some people can't
handle seeing their husband or wife with someone else." He
shrugged. "I don't know if I'm one of those people or not, but I
think I can handle it, so I'm willing to give it a shot. Susan is
too. You're our best friends, so we thought..."

The silence grew heavy, with three people waiting tensely for the
fourth.

"What...?" David began. He cleared his throat. "What exactly are
you talking about when you say 'swinging'?"

Jack wanted to burst into a smile, but he controlled himself and
looked serious instead.

"Jack wants to have sex with Beth," Susan said before he could
speak. "And I want to have sex with you..."

David's eyes widened at her frank admission.

"I do," she said, shrugging. "I've wanted to since the first
night we met. And now"--she gestured at him, which made his dick
twitch--"I'm ready to jump your bones."

David avoided her gaze and turned to Jack. "That doesn't bother
you?"

Jack didn't hesitate: "Not a bit." He paused to let his words
sink in. "I know she loves me. Besides, I want her to enjoy
herself." He shrugged. "Susan can probably explain it better,
but..."

"That's plain enough," David said. Then he paused to consider.
"Let me see if I have this right...," he said at last.

Jack looked him square in the eye.

"You want to have sex with my wife."

Jack nodded.

"And you want _me_ to have sex with your wife."

"You got it," he said. "But that's all we're talking about here.
No love, just sex."

David blew a long breath and sat back. "What about the girls?" he
said after a moment.

"What about them?" Jack said. "They--"

Susan put her hand on his knee. "He means 'What about the two of
us together?'" she said.

"Oh."

She turned and smiled at David. "Beth and I love each other," she
said simply. "Beth's already told you, though. So you know how
she feels."

David nodded.

"But our relationship is different," Susan continued. "We're more
like... sisters. I'll never come between you and Beth, and Beth
will never come between Jack and me. But..." She drew herself up.
"But we do love each other. Sex between us will be... more."

"A lot more," Beth said quietly. Then she turned to face David.
"Do you still think it's okay? Susan and me, I mean?"

He laughed ironically. "Yeah," he said at last, "I do." He took a
deep breath. "I must be crazy, too." He laughed again. "I've said
it's okay for my wife to have sex with another woman, and I'm
seriously thinking about letting her have sex with another
_man_." He shook his head. "Good God, if you'd told me this last
week, I'd've told you that you were crazy."

"When in Rome...," Jack said.

"Did they do this in Rome?" David asked sardonically.

Jack laughed. "No. In Rome, you and _I_ would fall in love, and
our wives would be sleeping with the stable boys."

They all laughed, a much-needed release of tension. When the
laughter died down, Jack gazed at his friend. He knew how David
worked--he'd need to think things through--so he discreetly
touched Susan on the leg. She looked at him and read his
thoughts.

"I need to visit the powder room," she said. "Do you need to go,
Beth?"

Beth almost leapt to her feet. Jack had to stifle a surge of
desire at how her breasts swayed. Fortunately, she kissed David
and quickly followed Susan below.

David leaned forward before the women were even out of earshot.
"Are you out of your mind, Jack?"

"No."

"We could be court-martialed."

Jack made a show of looking around, as if searching for someone.
"I don't see any JAG lawyers out here. Do you?"

"That's beside the point."

Jack sobered. "No, it's not. What we do in our bedrooms is none
of the military's business." He made a chopping motion. "None."

"But--"

"David," he said, cutting him off, "if we do this, we're hardly
going to announce it in the squadron ready room. It's between the
four of us. That's it. Period. End of story. Got it?"

"Yeah, but still..." He shook his head uncertainly.

"Just think about it," Jack said, his voice calm, persuasive.
"You don't have to decide right now. It took me a while to
realize what I wanted, and even longer to convince myself to do
it. If nothing happens on this trip, we'll still have fun. You
_are_ my best friend, no matter what. Swingers or not, you and
I..." His chest grew tight.

"'We few...,'" David said.

Jack blinked stinging eyes.

"Yeah, we've been through a lot," David finished. He took a deep
breath, but then chuckled darkly.

"What?" Jack said.

"I used to envy you," David said quietly.

"Why?"

"Susan." He paused to gather his thoughts. "She's so... beautiful,
and charming, and elegant, and..." He shrugged. "Well, you know."

Jack nodded. "So is Beth."

"Oh, I know," David said quickly. "Don't get me wrong... I know how
lucky I am, but..."

"The grass is always greener...," Jack said.

David met his eyes and nodded.

"Well, here's your chance to play on my lawn and then go home to
your own."

"No kidding."

_But I get to play on_ your _lawn, too,_ Jack thought.

"Let me think about it," David said at last. "And let me talk to
Beth." He barked a laugh, heavy with irony. "I already know what
_she'll_ say, though."

"It's not worth doing if you don't think you'll be able to handle
it," Jack said.

"Oh, I think I can handle it," David said absently. "I just don't
know if I'll be able to put the genie back in the bottle. You
know?"

"David," Jack said, "this isn't a one-time thing. If we wanted a
weekend fling, we could find a couple we didn't know... and didn't
care about."

David looked up.

"To hear Susan talk about it, swinging will change your life. If
you can handle it, it'll make your marriage stronger."

"That's a pretty big if."

"Yeah, it is. We won't know till we actually try it, but..."

"So you're not talking about just this trip?"

Jack shook his head. "No need to put the genie back in the
bottle."

David laughed softly. Then he fell silent, deep in thought. "Let
me talk to Beth," he said at last.

Jack nodded.

The women emerged from the cabin, as though they'd been listening
for their cue.

Jack laughed to himself. _They probably_ had _been listening._

"Sorry we took so long," Susan said. "We had girl talk."

"Plenty of guy talk happening up here," Jack said, glancing at
David.

"Did you decide anything?" Susan asked.

Beth settled quietly beside her husband. She searched his face
for clues to his mood. He looked at her and then put his arm
around her. She seemed to sigh with relief.

"I want to talk to Beth about it," David said.

Susan nodded judiciously.

"I already know what she'll say," he continued, "but still... I
think we should talk about it before we make any decision."

Susan nodded again and they fell silent.

When the silence threatened to grow oppressive, Jack lifted the
pitcher. "Who's ready for another drink?" he said, louder than he
meant to.

"Not me," Beth said immediately. "I've had enough."

Susan shook her head. Jack looked at David.

"I think we're going to bed," he said. He stood, and Beth rose as
well.

"Well, goodnight then," Jack said. Some impulse made him stand
and extend his hand. David shook it. Their eyes met and they
shared a silent look.

"Goodnight," David said at last, and nodded to Susan. Then he and
Beth went below.

Jack poured himself another drink and sank back to the bench.
Susan settled beside him, with her legs tucked beneath her. The
night was beginning to turn cool, and her warm skin felt good
against him. They sat in silence for several minutes.

"What do you think he'll decide?" she said at last.

Jack held up his hand and listened. His hearing was better than
hers, and he could easily sort the nautical sounds from the
others. He grinned when he heard what he was listening for.

"What?" Susan asked impatiently.

"Listen," he half-whispered.

She concentrated. Soon enough, she heard the sounds of David and
Beth having sex.

He grinned smugly. "Does that sound like a couple who's arguing
about what they want to do?"

Susan shook her head.

"I don't think so either. Now," he said, moving her hand to his
dick, "how'd you like to fool around while we listen to the
sounds of our new swinging partners?"

"Mmm, sounds nice."

**

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