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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Nereids
Part: Chapter 12
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, M+F+, oral
Revision: 1.02
Word Count: 12,935
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
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Nereids
A Summer Camp Story
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWELVE

Jack rose quietly and slipped into a T-shirt and shorts. He found
David making coffee in the galley, the percolator gurgling
cheerfully on the stove.

"Mornin'," Jack said.

David nodded in reply.

When the coffee finished brewing, they took their mugs on deck.
They made small talk for a few minutes, but then Jack turned the
conversation to the night before.

"So," he said, "did you and Beth do any talking amidst all
that, ahem, 'talking' last night?"

David laughed at the euphemism, but shook his head. "I know how
she feels, though," he said. "She wants to do it."

"But what do _you_ think?"

"I want to do it too," David said, more forthright than Jack
expected, "but I guess I'm worried about how I'll handle it. I
mean, we're basically talking about watching our wives have sex
with another man."

Jack nodded silently.

"I love Beth, and I trust her," David said, "but..." He shrugged.
"I never really thought about it before, I guess." He paused,
deep in thought. "I was her first, you know."

Jack knew, but he didn't want to betray Susan's confidence. "I
figured," he said aloud.

"Were you Susan's?"

"Good God, no," Jack blurted, but then composed himself. "No, she
had a boyfriend before me. _He_ introduced her to swinging." He
turned sarcastic: "He was a real gentleman. He had her screwing
other guys when she was sixteen. Like I said, a real gentleman."

"But isn't that what you're talking about doing now? The other
guys, I mean."

Jack blinked. "Well... yeah, but... this is different."

"How?"

"It's... different. I dunno. It just is."

David arched an eyebrow.

"I _love_ Susan," Jack said, hating the sound of weakness in his
voice. "I'd never do anything to hurt her."

"What if her first boyfriend felt the same way?"

Jack started to reply but then fell silent. "I guess it's
different with me," he said, but he heard the emptiness of his
own words. He could usually trust his wits to win a debate, but
David had a point.

"You're probably right," David said after a moment, but it was a
friendly concession.

"I may not be as introspective as you," Jack said at last, "but I
_have_ thought about this. I'm not doing it because I want to
screw around on my wife, or because I don't care who screws
around with her."

"I'm not saying you are."

"I used to think I was a bad husband," Jack said. "I used to
think something was wrong with me. But then Susan and I talked
about it--about her parents--and everything started to make
sense."

David returned his gaze with calm equanimity.

"I can't explain it. I don't have Beth's way with words, but I
know what I know. I know I won't love Susan any less if she has
sex with another man. And sure, I think Beth is sexy, but I'm not
going to leave my wife to chase another woman. I'm not that kind
of guy."

"I know," David said. "If you _were_ that kind of guy, you
wouldn't talk to me about swinging. Instead, you'd probably try
to seduce Beth behind my back, and I'd kill you."

Jack laughed.

"You think I'm kidding?"

Jack sobered when he realized that David _wasn't_ kidding.
Normally, the man was friendly and thoughtful, but he could turn
into a one-man wrecking crew when someone threatened a person he
cared about.

"Aw, hell," David said after a moment, "I didn't mean to get so
serious."

Jack waved away the apology.

"You know I'd never..." David gestured vaguely.

_"...hurt you,"_ Jack silently finished.

"Or Susan," David continued when he saw that Jack understood.
"I'd sooner cut off my own arm."

"I know."

"I...," David said, but stopped. He began again, only to fall
silent.

"Me too," Jack said quietly.

David nodded and then looked away to hide his emotions. "I still
want to talk to Beth," he said at last. "I mean really _talk_ to
her this time. And I have to sort out some things in my own
head."

"Oh?"

"I need to figure out if I really _can_ watch my wife have sex
with another man and not hurt him."

"You probably won't know till you try it."

"By then it might be too late."

"I have the utmost confidence in your self-control," Jack said.

"I'm glad _one_ of us does."

**

Beth opened her eyes and immediately regretted it. Her head hurt,
her stomach threatened to revolt, her throat was sore, and her
legs ached. A hangover explained her head and stomach. Her throat
hurt because she'd swallowed David whole. Repeatedly. Her legs
hurt because he'd bent her in half and fucked her for what seemed
like hours. Most of the night was a blur of drunken sex.

She lurched to her feet and paused as her head hammered. Her
stomach heaved and her legs felt unsteady, so she closed her eyes
and supported herself with a hand on a nearby locker. The wood
felt cool and solid and reassuring.

She was still standing there when Susan emerged from her cabin.
She looked as bad as Beth felt, and they shared a doleful look,
silently commiserating. In the bathroom, Beth rummaged in the
medicine cabinet and found the bottle of aspirin. They each
swallowed several tablets and then took turns gulping down cool
water. Beth's stomach didn't feel any better, but at least she
wasn't in danger of seeing last night's dinner again.

When they finally dragged themselves into the galley, David took
one look at them and chuckled ruefully. Then he turned
sympathetic and served them dry toast and apple juice. He even
had the good sense to take the sizzling pan of sausage up on deck
so the smell wouldn't make them nauseous.

_More nauseous,_ Beth thought, holding her head as she ate her
toast. She winced when she swallowed, but a sip of juice soothed
her throat. She silently thanked David for taking care of them.

Jack bounded down the stairs a few minutes later. He looked at
them and clucked. Susan glared at him, but he merely kissed her
forehead. She winced, but scooted around the dinette to give him
room to sit.

"David and I are going ashore," he said, thieving a piece of
toast from her plate. "We need to buy fresh produce. The guy last
night told us about this place called _El Mercado_ market... or
something like that." He waved a dismissive hand.

"We also need to fill up with diesel and top the water tanks," he
continued. "I was going to ask you all to do the shopping while
David and I did the rest, but..." He shrugged. "As they say around
here, _no problemo_." He paused to finish his toast.

"We'll probably take an hour on shore," he said at last. "Go
ahead and shower with fresh water. We have to top the tanks
anyway, so you might as well have a real shower. It'll be our
last till we reach Cabo San Lucas."

"Gee, thanks," Susan said.

Jack merely shrugged. "Yeah, I know, it's not much of a treat,
but it's the best I can do." He slid out of the dinette. "Is
there anything you want while we're ashore?"

"A new body?" Beth said, only half joking.

"Why?" Jack said. "The one you have is great." He laughed and
kissed Susan's cheek. "We'll be back in an hour or two."

**

Beth felt almost human by the time the men returned. Her headache
had faded to a dull throbbing instead of the hit-by-a-truck
feeling from earlier, and her stomach had mostly settled down.
Her throat was still a little sore, but moving around had eased
the ache in her legs. The cold shower had even done wonders for
her attitude, since it spurred her to move faster, if only to
warm up. Best of all, the men returned with bouquets of
wildflowers from the market.

She smiled and stood on tiptoe to kiss David. He smelled like
sweat and sex and the sea, and she smiled, inhaling the heady
mixture of _man_. She wasn't ready for a repeat of last night--
especially the alcohol--but she felt a surge of affection for him
and his odor.

With a lingering smile she began pulling fruit and vegetables
from the canvas bags. Then she and Susan washed the produce. Jack
hadn't trusted any of the pork or poultry at the market, but he'd
bought a tub full of ice and fresh shrimp. He and David hoisted
it to the deckhouse roof, and Beth could hear them tying it down.
A few minutes later the boat vibrated as Jack started the engine.

Susan grimaced when they began moving. "That's the last time I
let Jack get me drunk and take advantage of me."

"Next time," Beth teased, "just let him take advantage of you."

"Exactly."

**

Jack gripped the wheel and swayed as the _Nereid_ crested a swell
and raced into the trough. With Turtle Bay dwindling behind them,
he brought the bow a half-point closer to the wind. The hint of a
shudder told him that he'd come up too far, so he eased the wheel
until he felt her steady.

The mast creaked as she began to gather speed. The breeze was
directly out of the north, and the _Nereid_ yearned to show her
racing blood. She seemed to prance through the waves like a
thoroughbred.

He scanned the sails, checking their trim. Contentment settled
over him like a veil. He had wind, and that was all that mattered
at the moment. Everything else would happen in its own time.

**

Beth had mostly recovered by dinnertime, but David volunteered to
cook. With everything that had happened since San Diego, he'd
fixed more than half their meals. She laughed at her own laziness
and joined him in the galley.

"I thought I'd help," she said. Then she stepped close and
pressed herself against his side. She tilted her head up for a
kiss. "I'm feeling better."

"I could tell." He cupped her ass and waggled his eyebrows
suggestively.

"You want _more?_" she teased. "After last night?"

"Last night was just a warm-up."

"Do you want me to cut the vegetables?" she asked, changing the
subject to a safer one.

"Sure." He opened the built-in cooler and began pulling out food.

He began cleaning the shrimp while she diced celery, onion, and
green pepper. The galley was cramped, but she liked being close
to him. She smiled fondly. Then she glanced through the open
hatchway and saw Susan. Her eyes crinkled with the same smile.
_Sorry, Jack,_ she thought with a soft snort. _You're a nice guy,
but I'm not in love with you._ She broke into a grin. _I still
want to have sex with you, though._

She'd never felt that way about another man, but something within
her had awakened when she boarded the _Nereid_. Oh, she didn't
want to invite Jack to her bed all the time--she loved David and
his dick too much for that--but a little variety never hurt.
Besides, if she could have sex with Susan, she was willing to do
just about anything, _including_ sex with another man.

She turned to David and mustered her courage. "Have you thought
about... you know?"

He looked at her blankly.

"About... _you know_," she said. She glanced at the couple on deck.

"What about them?"

She rolled her eyes.

He flushed with one of his rare and adorable blushes.

"Susan really does want to have sex with you," she said matter-
of-factly. "Jack does too."

"Jack wants to have sex with me?" He was trying to change the
subject.

"You know what I mean," she said. "Jack wants you to have sex
with Susan."

He stunned her with a pointed question: "But do you want to have
sex with _him?_"

She dried her hands, using the time to consider her answer. "Yes...
and no."

He arched an eyebrow.

She shrugged and tried not to squirm under his intense gaze. "I
guess it's part of the deal," she said at last.

He didn't reply. He did that sometimes, waiting for more
information. It was maddening, but she tried not to let it get to
her.

"I want to have sex with Susan," she said. "With you _and_ Susan,
actually. But if I do, Jack'll probably want to join in."

He snorted in wordless agreement. Then he met her gaze. "And what
about you?"

She frowned in puzzlement.

"I know how you think," he said, "and you want to make me happy."
He paused. "I can be happy without having sex with Susan."

"But if you could be even happier...?"

He shrugged. "Lots of things might make me happier, but that
doesn't mean all of 'em are good. For instance, I'd like to be
rich, but that comes with its own set of problems." He tossed his
head toward Susan. "Look at her. Her father's richer than anybody
we know. A lot richer, to hear Jack tell it. _Millions_, it
sounds like."

Beth nodded. She knew all that, but it didn't matter. Money
couldn't buy happiness. Susan had said so more times than Beth
could recall.

"But she doesn't tell anyone," David continued, "because she
doesn't want people to treat her any different."

"So?"

"That's my point," he said enigmatically. "Money is a double-
edged sword. So is sex. Yeah, it's fun, but it has consequences."

"Not if we don't let it," she said. She sounded pleading, even to
her own ears.

"Can you stop the sun from coming up in the morning?"

"You know I can't."

"Can you stop the rain from falling?"

"No."

"Can you--?"

"David, I _get it_."

"Sorry. But you see what I mean, right?"

She stepped close, heedless of the shrimp mess. "Yes, I do. But
I'm willing to take a chance. I _love_ Susan. I love you too. I
want us to be happy. I want _you_ to be happy."

"I'm happy now."

"But you'd be happier if you had sex with Susan." As her words
registered, she mentally railed, _Why do I have to talk him into
having sex with another woman?_ Aloud, she said, "You know you
would."

He didn't deny it.

"So why not give it a try? I want you to."

He set his jaw. "Why?"

She threw up her hands in frustration. "How should I know? I
can't explain how I feel. I'm the emotional one, remember? You're
the logical one, you figure it out!"

He grabbed her shoulders, and a tiny part of her realized that
she'd have shrimp on her blouse. She shook off the distraction
and met his eyes.

"Beth..." He started to say something else, but then drew a deep
breath. "Look, I'm sorry."

She huffed, but didn't speak.

"I'm over-thinking this. I know I am, but that's just the way I
am. I..."

She couldn't stay angry with him, especially when he was being
honest. "I know," she said softly.

"I _want_ to do this," he said. "I really do. But I just can't
help thinking about the consequences."

Much to her surprise, she laughed.

"What?" he said, emotion clouding his face.

She turned her laugh into a smile and stroked his chest. "Jack
said something... Not to me," she quickly amended, "but in a letter
to Susan. She read part of it to me. He said you're brilliant
when you don't think."

His brow lowered.

"It was a while ago," she said, "when you were first on cruise.
He said you had the best bombing results in the squadron. I think
he was bragging about how well he'd taught you."

"He _did_ teach me well."

"But that's not the important part," she said. She held his eyes.
"He said your problem was that you thought too much. But when you
_didn't_ think, when you did things on instinct, you were
brilliant." She leaned close and looked up at him. "Do that now,
David. Please?"

He sighed and released her.

"What is it Jack says? 'Just go with the flow'?"

He nodded.

"Just go with the flow, honey. You'll enjoy yourself. I'll enjoy
myself too. If it doesn't work out, we don't have to do it again.
But just this once, _please_ stop thinking about the
consequences. Okay?"

"You really want to do this?" he said, more statement than
question.

She answered anyway, "Yes, I do. I can't explain it." She fought
not to fret as he mulled her words.

"Okay," he said at last. Then, suddenly, he chuckled. "I can't
believe you had to talk me into having sex with another woman."

She laughed at the irony.

He gave her a puzzled look.

"I was just thinking the same thing."

**

The wind was still blowing strong, so Jack suggested having
dinner on deck. He couldn't leave the wheel unattended for more
than a few minutes, and he didn't want to heave to.

"Sounds good to me," David said, ducking back into the cabin.

Beth stuck her head out a moment later. She beckoned to Susan,
who followed her below.

Suddenly alone, Jack judged the wind and re-trimmed the mainsail.
He bore away two points and the mast creaked as the strain
shifted. Their speed increased with the wind on the quarter, but
the boat heeled less, which would make their dinner more
pleasant. They'd have to tack when they neared the coast, but it
was a necessary evil.

A few minutes later Susan emerged from the cabin with two plates
of food. He glanced at her once, but then did a double take when
he saw what she was wearing. Or _not_ wearing. Her blouse was
white and sheer, and she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Well, hello," he said.

"Hello, sailor. Come here often?"

"As often as I can."

She smiled and set the plates on the bench. Then she turned and
leaned into the hatchway. It was a deliberate move, calculated to
show her bare ass. She turned and handed him a glass of iced tea.
He made a show of eyeing her up and down, enjoying the sight.

Beth emerged from the cabin a moment later and Jack fought not to
gape. Her "shirt" was actually a net-like cotton jacket, zipped
up the front. The holes in the netting were large enough that her
nipples poked through. Like Susan, she wasn't wearing anything
underneath.

"David got shrimp on my blouse," she said, "so I thought I'd
change for dinner."

"Naturally," Jack agreed with a straight face.

"We thought you all would like these outfits better than shorts
and T-shirts," Susan said.

They ate dinner in relative silence, but their eyes did a lot of
the talking for them. David still looked uncertain, but he was
gradually loosening up. Not surprisingly, Beth was flushed from
more than the spicy food. Susan put on a show, toying with the
buttons on her shirt, or shifting her legs to give David a
glimpse of her shaved pussy. Jack watched it all from the aft
cockpit. Fortunately, the compass binnacle hid the bulge in his
loose shorts.

"Who's ready for dessert?" Susan said at last. She and Beth
gathered the dirty plates and headed into the cabin. Jack watched
their asses as they went.

"Jesus," David said quietly.

"Quite a show," Jack said, grinning.

David shook his head, as if to clear it. "How do you stand it?"

Jack did his best Lewis impersonation: "Just go with the flow,
man."

"You're the second person who's told me that today," David said.

"It's good advice." Jack said. "Seriously, if the girls want to
show off, who are we to complain?" He grinned as the women
emerged from the cabin.

"The papayas you bought smelled wonderful," Susan said, "so we
thought we'd serve them for dessert." She sashayed past David.
His eyes followed until Beth sat beside him.

Susan pressed herself against Jack.

"Well," he said, "you must be feeling better."

"Beth gave me some good news while we were changing clothes," she
whispered.

He looked a question at her.

"David decided to 'go with the flow,' as she put it."

Jack snorted with laughter.

David and Beth looked up in surprise.

"Nothing," he said quickly. Then he decided to ratchet up the
sexual tension. "Say, girls, those are nice shirts, but what do
we have to do to get you out of them?"

"Just ask," Susan said, sweet and half mocking.

"Ladies...?"

He wanted to pay attention to Beth, but Susan leaned close as she
unbuttoned her shirt.

"I told Beth we'd start slow," she said, her voice soft. "So,
nothing too wild tonight, okay? They can get used to seeing
another couple have sex."

"You want to have sex in front of them?" he said quietly, more
curious than surprised.

She nodded.

"Aye, aye, ma'am."

"Hey," she said, raising her voice theatrically, "what about you
guys?"

"What about us?" Jack asked, playing his part.

"We want to see you without your shorts."

"Yeah," Beth said.

"Show us your meat," Susan said.

Jack met David's eyes. "When in Rome...," he said.

"Wait!" Susan said. "We'll do it for you."

She set the papaya aside and took off his shirt and shorts. In
the forward cockpit, Beth did the same for David. His dick easily
bridged the gap between them. Jack shook his head in wonder.

_I want him to stick that monster into Susan?_

**

Beth looked around the cockpit and felt a sense of satisfaction.
Finally, they were nude, and David had begun to relax. She liked
looking at his erection, and she liked the covert glances Susan
kept shooting his way. Even Jack wasn't immune. He didn't gawk,
but she caught him looking a few times.

Poor David didn't know _what_ to look at. Susan made a show of
licking her fingers as she ate her papaya, and Beth teased him
with casual touches. She also used her breasts to shameless
advantage, pressing them against his arm, or "accidentally"
dripping juice onto them.

"I feel like an idiot," he whispered to her when they finished
the papaya, "with this... _thing_... sticking out of my lap. Can we
go below for a few minutes?"

"But, darling," she half-drawled, "I like your thing." She'd
spoken in a normal voice, on purpose.

Susan turned toward them. "It _is_ a nice thing, David," she
said. "You should stop trying to hold it down. I've seen a hard-
on before. Believe it or not, I even know what to do with one."

"He wants to go below for a few minutes," Beth tattled.

David shot a pleading look at Jack.

"Hey," Jack said, "don't look at me. I have the same problem."

"Yeah," David said, "but you're hiding behind the wheel."

"Here," Jack said, "you take the helm." He stepped aside and
climbed into the forward cockpit.

Beth discreetly watched his hard-on as he moved. He wasn't nearly
as well-endowed as David, but she knew she'd enjoy having him
inside her.

"Are you serious?" David said, drawing her attention from Jack's
dick.

"Yes sirree," Jack said. "Take the helm."

Incredulous, David rose and stepped past her. Beth resisted the
urge to swat his behind. She followed instead.

"Now _you_ can hide behind the wheel," Jack said, relaxing on the
cockpit bench.

His erection rested against his abdomen, and Beth felt her mouth
begin to water. She caught Susan's eye, and they traded knowing
looks. Then she turned back to David. He hadn't counted on what
_she_ would do once his dick was hidden from view. He nearly
jumped out of his skin when she gripped his shaft.

"Are you okay?" Jack said.

David's voice was tight: "Um... yeah. I'm fine." He shot a sidelong
glare at Beth. "Will you _quit_," he hissed.

She smiled serenely and didn't move. Well, she _did_ move, but
only to begin stroking him.

"_Beth_," he hissed again.

She blithely ignored him. His erection felt hot and hard under
her fingers, and she couldn't wait to taste him.

"So," Jack said at last, "what do we have to do to get some
relief around here? You know," he continued, "a little touchy-
feely... maybe a handjob, or even a blowjob?"

"Why, Jack," Susan cried, "I'm scandalized!" She looked at Beth,
eyes mockingly wide.

Beth started to agree, but then she felt a surge of mischief.
"Susan, you should be ashamed, neglecting your husband that way.
I'm giving David a handjob right now." Susan goggled. Jack merely
grinned. David managed to look sheepish and smug at the same
time.

"Sneaky," Susan said at last. Then she laughed. "Well, I know how
to take care of my man." With that, she reached for Jack's dick.

Beth smiled to herself as David swelled in her hand. She knew he
must be getting close, so she got his attention. It took her
three tries, since his eyes were riveted to the other couple.
When he finally looked at her, she asked, "Do you really want to
go below?"

He blinked at her.

"I can take care of you," she hinted.

He stared for a moment. "You started up here," he said at last.
"I guess you should finish here."

It was _her_ turn to goggle, but he merely gazed back at her. She
felt her face heating. She hadn't expected him to turn the tables
on her, so she tried to regain the upper hand.

"Do you want to come in my hand?" she asked.

He darted a glance at her mouth.

Her eyes flew wide. "You can't be serious."

"Sure I am," he said quietly. "You want to have sex with another
couple, right? Well, did you think you could do that without them
seeing everything?"

"I guess I hadn't thought about it."

He nodded smugly.

"All right," she said, reading the challenge in his eyes, "you
want it? You got it." She turned to the other couple. "Excuse me
for a moment. I need to take care of my husband."

With that, she sank to her knees and turned David to face her.
She knew that Susan and Jack couldn't see exactly what she was
doing--the wheel and the compass blocked their view--but they
could probably see enough.

She felt a thrill of excitement as she stared at David's
erection. The swollen head was shiny with pre-come, and the tiny
slit leaked more as she watched. She closed her eyes and opened
her mouth.

Silence descended and she focused on what she was doing. In her
head, she heard herself from two nights ago: _"I hadn't thought
that far ahead,"_ she'd said. She could hear David's mocking
chuckle, _"Of course not."_

_How's_ this _for thinking ahead?_ she challenged silently. Then
she wrapped her lips around his glans and sucked, hard.

When he winced, she came to her senses and relented. Then she
began sucking in earnest, her lips and hand moving together.

After barely a minute, she felt him tense. Semen splashed against
the back of her throat, hot and pungent. His shaft swelled with
the next spurt. She tasted him then, salty-bitter. The spurts
turned to gushes and she swallowed. Then she stroked him, nursing
his dick as the last drops trickled over her tongue.

When she finally pulled back and took a breath, the scent of him
lingered in her senses. He didn't grow soft, but she stood
anyway, fighting the urge to wipe the corners of her mouth.

_I just gave a blowjob in front of another couple!_ she crowed to
herself. _I did it!_

Even Susan and Jack seemed surprised.

Beth closed her eyes and imagined what David was going to do to
her later. They had the midnight-to-four watch, and they'd have
the deck to themselves.

_And when we reach Santa Maria Bay,_ she thought, _we can have
sex morning, noon, and night._ Her pussy tingled at the thought.
When she opened her eyes, she followed David's gaze to Susan. Her
head was slowly bobbing in Jack's lap.

"That'll be _you_ soon enough," Beth whispered to David. His
hands tightened on the wheel, and she pressed her breasts to his
side. "I want to watch her suck you." Her mouth watered at a
sudden thought. "I want to taste her pussy on you."

He grunted with desire. Then he tugged her in front of him, the
brass wheel cold against her middle. He stepped behind her, his
erection already probing between her legs.

She smiled smugly--the midnight-to-four watch was about to start
early.

**

Jack held his breath as David moved behind Beth. She bent over
the wheel and gripped it to steady herself. She moaned softly as
David entered her, and Jack imagined what it would feel like to
fuck her himself.

Susan groaned and he looked down. She was playing with herself as
she sucked him, and he took a moment to admire her shaved pussy.
Then his eyes traveled up her body, admiring her soft curves. At
a sound from the aft cockpit, he turned.

David met his eyes, but quickly looked down. Jack silently willed
him to get over his shyness. With almost painful anticipation, he
watched David's shoulders square as he gathered his courage. When
he looked up and met Jack's eyes, Jack flashed a cocky thumbs up.
David grinned.

They turned back to their wives, but Jack watched out of the
corner of his eye. David fucked Beth with long, powerful strokes.
Her breasts swayed and she cried out softly as he slammed into
her.

When Susan grew quiet, Jack focused on her. She was close to her
own orgasm, and her fingers blurred over her clit. She tensed up
a moment later, her face red from exertion. With an explosive
breath, she came.

After a minute or two, she relaxed and nursed his still-hard
dick. He glanced at the other couple. David had cupped Beth's
heaving breasts, and was using them as leverage to pound into
her. Her hair hid her face, but Jack could imagine the look of
pleasure on it.

David caught his eye and they exchanged a look without any
uncertainty. Jack smiled to himself and watched as David fucked
Beth. A minute later David threw his head back and buried himself
with a grunt. Beth moaned softly, and Jack knew that he was
squirting inside her.

He wanted to catch a glimpse of Beth's face, but Susan silently
got his attention. Without a word, she stood and bent over the
starboard bench. Her smooth pussy shone with moisture, her lips
plump with arousal. Jack stood and moved behind her.

She was hot and wet, and he slid into her easily. With the light
from the open hatchway silhouetting them, he began pumping. He
shot a quick glance toward the stern, to make sure the other
couple was watching. They were, and Beth was even playing with
herself.

Jack smiled and turned back to his wife. She was already worked
up from her orgasm, and he could feel her pussy clench with
aftershocks. He didn't last long, especially with the thrill of
the other couple watching. At last, he thrust deep and held
still, his cock swelling with the first rush of orgasm.

When the first rush subsided, he bent over Susan and they panted
in sync. He eventually caught his breath, and his cock slipped
from within her as he sank to the bench. She collapsed beside
him. He looked back and caught David's eye. They traded smiles,
but then David's expression grew puzzled.

"What is it?" Jack asked, languid and complacent.

"The wind died," David said. "We're drifting."

Jack looked up at the sails. Sure enough, they hung limp. When
his eyes returned to the deck, he saw the wheel shift as the
current moved the rudder. "How long?" he finally asked.

David spread his hands and shrugged.

All of a sudden, Jack laughed. "I guess we'll just go with the
flow."

**

The next morning, Jack gazed at a spit of land to the east-
southeast. It marked the northern end of Santa Maria Bay. He
glanced at his watch. His morning star shots had re-established
their position, but he was glad to see the bay when he expected
to. He loathed haphazard navigation, but it was a small price to
pay for a night of pleasure.

"Boats ahoy!" David shouted from the bow.

Jack snapped alert. "Where away?"

"Two points off the port bow."

He spotted the cluster of small fishing boats. They'd probably
seen him a while ago, since the _Nereid_'s sails were far more
visible than the little wooden boats.

When the sailboat reached the small fleet, Jack swung the bow
into the wind. David loosed the jib sheets and the sail flapped
gently in the breeze. The mainsail came down a moment later,
hanging in loose folds over the cabin.

Three fishing boats motored toward them. Jack had a Spanish
phrasebook somewhere in the cabin, but English had gotten him
through most ports. The boats arrived a few minutes later. They
glided to a stop under the stern of the _Nereid_.

With gestures and pidgin English, Jack asked if they had any
fresh catch to trade. He held up his trade goods, the Dodgers
shirts and caps. The fishermen nodded at the opportunity. One
crusty old salt seemed to be the leader, so Jack focused on him.

Jack had bargained in ports all over the world, and he knew how
the game was played. He opened with an outrageously low offer. He
felt Susan stiffen behind him, but he stuck to his offer. The old
fisherman countered outrageously high.

After several exchanges, the old man he held up four gnarled
fingers and a writhing lobster. He pointed to the Dodgers T-shirt
and held up two fingers. Then he lifted a ten-pound bonito. He
pointed at the Dodgers cap and held up two fingers.

The offer was reasonable. Jack pretended to ponder for a moment--
he'd have to trade with them again in a few days, and he didn't
want a reputation as a sucker--but he'd already decided to
accept. Finally, he nodded. The old man smiled a gap-toothed
smile and gathered the lobsters.

**

An hour later Beth felt her breath catch as she gazed at the
shoreline. Lewis's description paled in comparison with the real
thing. The beach was shockingly white, the water perfectly blue.
The coast was deserted, with nothing man-made as far as the eye
could see.

While she gazed at the bay's perfection, Jack and David finished
setting the anchor. When David returned from the bow, he quietly
took off his clothes. Without a word, he stepped onto the stern
and poised there. A moment later he dived into the water, his
white butt flashing in the noonday sun.

Beth joined the others at the rail.

"I thought I'd go for a swim," he called up, with comical aplomb.

The clear water swirled around him as he swam on his back. Susan
tried to look nonchalant, but her eyes roamed over his body.
Beth smiled.

"How's the water?" Susan asked.

"Perfect," David said, now treading water.

Susan didn't need any more invitation than that, and quickly shed
her clothes. She dived over the stern rail a moment later,
laughing as she broke the surface.

"Oh, Jack," she called back, "it's wonderful. C'mon in. You too,
Beth." Without waiting for a reply, she turned and swam toward
David.

Jack chuckled and began taking off his clothes. Beth followed
suit, although she watched sidelong as he shed his shorts. When
he bent over the rail to unroll a rope ladder, she grew bold and
stared at his butt. She looked away at the last moment, but felt
her pulse race as he returned to the stern. He grinned at her and
then dived into the water. He surfaced fifteen feet away, dark
hair glistening in the sun.

She felt his eyes on her as she took a hesitant step to the rail.
Her cheeks heated at his attention, but she enjoyed it as well.
She stood for a moment, posing. Then she dived over the rail.

Bubbles caressed her bare skin, and she broke the surface a
moment later, her hair clinging to her shoulders. She'd expected
the water to be chilly--it _was_ November, after all--but it was
comfortable and refreshing. With a scissor-kick, she started
toward Jack. Susan and David were already far ahead, swimming
hand over hand. Jack waited for her to catch up.

"What do you think?" he said.

"It's _wonderful!_"

"Do you want to join the others?"

She shook her head.

He nodded and fell silent, treading water as he gazed at the
shore.

She floated on her back, warm sun baking her body, water lapping
over her as she rose and fell with the waves. She closed her eyes
and felt her hair floating around her. The water caressed her,
soothed her, washed away her sense of time.

When she opened her eyes again, she realized that she'd drifted
away from the boat. Jack was still with her, so she relaxed. She
heard David and Susan in the distance, laughing and teasing each
other. She couldn't make out their words, but she could hear the
banter in their voices.

She cracked an eye and looked at Jack, floating next to her.
Without his clothes, he was quite a bit smaller than David, at
least through the shoulders and chest. She closed her eyes and
pictured him above her, pumping into her, his face a mask of
concentration. She wondered what it would feel like to have him
inside her.

She knew from Susan that he was a good lover, but what exactly
did "good lover" mean? Did he take his time? Did he have some
secret technique? Could he make his dick do tricks? She smiled,
relaxed and eager at the same time.

A touch on her wrist dragged her from her thoughts, and she
opened her eyes.

"We need to head back toward the boat," Jack said.

They were barely a hundred yards from the surf. With her head out
of the water, she could hear the _whoosh-crash_ of waves breaking
on the beach. She nodded and began swimming.

Like David, Jack was an excellent swimmer. He slowed his powerful
strokes to let her keep pace, and she silently thanked him. When
they reached the boat, she looked for David and Susan. They were
standing waist-deep on a hidden sandbar, fifty yards away.

David seemed perfectly relaxed, and Susan was laughing at
something he'd just said. Beth felt a surge of desire.

"You ready to climb aboard?" Jack asked.

Beth shook off her thoughts and nodded. She climbed the ladder
ahead of him, and smiled wryly at the view she gave him.

"I'll fetch the towels," he said when he reached the deck.

He returned a moment later and they dried off in silence. She
could feel the sexual tension between them, but it was a
comfortable tension, as though they were old friends. Her eyes
wandered to David and Susan in the distance.

"David seems more relaxed," Jack said quietly, his thoughts a
mirror of Beth's own.

"Mmm hmm."

"That's good. I hate that he's so uptight sometimes." He grimaced
and quickly added, "I hate it for _him_, I mean."

"I knew what you meant," Beth said.

"I just wish he'd get it through his thick head that I _want_ him
to pay attention to Susan."

Beth laughed in silent agreement.

After a moment Jack said, "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Not at all."

"It's personal, so don't hesitate to tell me to mind my own
business." He paused, boyishly shy. Then he seemed to find his
courage. "It doesn't hurt when you and David make love, does it?"

In spite of his seriousness, she laughed.

In a rush, he said, "I've known guys with big dicks before, but
I've never asked 'em to have sex with my wife. You know?"

She put her hand over her mouth, eyes still crinkled with mirth.

"Sorry," he said quickly, abashed.

She finally composed herself. "Don't be." She touched his arm and
felt her pulse race. "David may be big, but babies are bigger."

Much to her amusement, he blanched. Men were always so squeamish
when a woman mentioned giving birth.

"He won't hurt Susan," she said at last. "Trust me." Her lips
quirked as she borrowed one of his favorite expressions, "Would I
lie to you?"

He chuckled and cast a rueful glance her way.

She was touched by his concern, but she couldn't help smiling at
his misconception. Compared to childbirth, a man's penis was a
walk in the park.

_But oh, what a walk it is,_ she thought.

With a secret smile, she returned to thoughts of Jack above her.

**

That evening, Jack and David ferried the steel tub of lobsters to
the beach and made a driftwood bonfire. The women roasted ears of
corn and cooked cornbread in a cast-iron skillet. Jack mixed a
pitcher of white wine sangria, and added just a splash of brandy.

After dinner they let the bonfire dwindle to low flames. They
lounged on blankets and sipped their drinks, worn out from the
afternoon's swimming and beachcombing. Jack hoped for a repeat of
the night before, but he knew that the others were too tired. He
reluctantly admitted that he was too tired as well.

When Susan looked at him with drooping eyes, he and David doused
the last embers of the fire. The stars were a peaceful blanket
above them as they climbed into the dinghy and returned to the
_Nereid_ in companionable silence.

**

Beth opened her eyes and stretched luxuriantly. Morning sun shone
through the skylight, painting the wall a cheerful yellow. She
could smell coffee from the galley, and she didn't have to look
at David's bunk to know that it was empty.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and practically leapt
up. With a smile at her own good cheer, she went to the bathroom
and brushed her hair. She didn't bother putting on a bikini.
Their little part of the bay was absolutely deserted, and she was
going to enjoy being a full-time nudist, if only for a few days.

David and Jack stared at her when she entered the galley. They
were both wearing shorts, their suntanned chests bare. Jack might
not be as brawny as David, she thought, but he had the body of a
Greek statue.

"Good morning," she said, pretending not to notice their stares.
She reached into the cupboard and pulled down a glass. "Is there
any more apple juice?"

Susan emerged from the cabin a few minutes later. She was wearing
one of Jack's shirts, but nothing else. She took one look at
Beth--blithely drinking her juice, naked as the day she was born-
-and then glanced at the men.

"Well?" she said. They stared back at her. She gestured at their
shorts. "Off."

Beth hid a grin at their abashed expressions. But then she cast a
covert glance at Susan, who was unbuttoning her shirt. Soon
enough, they were all nude.

Susan put a towel on the dinette's seat and slid onto it.

"So _that's_ how you keep from sticking to the seats," Beth said.

"Mmm hmm. A towel is the nudist's best friend," Susan said. Then
her eyes sparkled. "Well, her _second_ best friend."

"What's the first?" David asked idly.

Beth bit her tongue--he had played right into the opening.

Susan looked at him and deadpanned, "An erection."

He nearly choked, but everyone else roared with laughter.

"All right," he said, laughing at himself, "you got me."

"Not yet," Susan practically purred, "but I will eventually."

Jack's laughter redoubled, and even Beth had to chuckle at
David's chagrined look.

"I give up," he said good-naturedly. "You win."

"What do I win?" Susan asked.

"Breakfast."

"Ooooh," she said, rubbing her hands together. "A thick sausage?"

He shook his head and laughed in disbelief. "How about banana
pancakes?"

"Mmm, bananas," Susan cooed. "I just _love_ a good, ahem,
banana."

Beth finally felt sorry for him, so she gave Susan a look.

"I'm sorry, David," Susan said, still smiling. "You know I'm just
teasing, right?"

"You're _not_ teasing," he said, "which kinda scares me."

"Why?" she asked, almost straight-faced. "I don't bite... much. A
few nibbles, maybe, but nothing more."

Jack laughed again, and David managed a long-suffering look.

"Okay," Susan said at last, "I'll be serious. I'll even help with
breakfast. How's that?" She stood and moved next to him.

Beth merely rolled her eyes at her friend's antics. David was
enjoying himself, though, and seemed to have lost a lot of his
shyness.

Jack said, "I think I'll go for a swim before breakfast."

"I'll join you," Beth said.

Susan winked at her and then turned to David, flirtatious and
attentive at once.

"Wow," Beth said once she and Jack were on deck and out of
earshot.

"Yeah," he agreed. "She can be a handful when she sets her mind
to something."

"No kidding. I don't think David stands a chance."

"Nope, not a chance."

**

Later that morning, Beth wanted to take a shower. The one in the
cabin was out of the question--Jack had reminded them to conserve
fresh water--but the solar shower was still in its locker. She
thought about asking Jack to fill it, but then she decided to
bathe in the ocean. The water was warm enough, so she took a bar
of soap and climbed over the side.

She didn't want to tread water and lather at the same time, so
she swam toward the hidden sandbar. The others joined her a few
minutes later. They stood in the clear water and passed the bar
of soap, chatting about everyday things. Beth felt completely at
ease, and couldn't imagine anything more natural than bathing in
the ocean with friends.

"All right, boys," Susan said at last, "run along now. Beth and I
need to talk." She made a shooing motion. "Go."

Jack challenged David to a race, and they sped away, water
churning behind them.

"Men," Susan laughed, watching them go. "They're just big boys
sometimes, aren't they?"

Beth nodded, her cheeks tight with a grin. Then she turned
serious. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Oh, nothing really. I just wanted to spend some time with you."
She watched the men, still racing toward the _Nereid_. "Don't get
me wrong," she said, "I love men, but I never realized how much I
miss the simplicity of being with another woman."

Beth nodded and they fell silent. Then they waded into deeper
water, standing with the waves just over their breasts. Finally,
Beth said, "Do you really think David's ready to... you know?"

"To fuck my brains out?"

Beth laughed, but nodded.

Susan gazed at the boat, considering. "I think so," she said at
last. "He's a lot more relaxed than before."

Beth nodded, but it felt weird to talk about her husband as if he
were some kind of stud for hire.

"Who knows, though," Susan finished.

Beth blinked in surprise. "You mean you don't?"

"Not really. I'm just winging it. I've never arranged an orgy."

"Is that really what's going to happen?" Beth asked. She was
surprised at the doubt in her voice.

"I hope so," Susan said cheerfully. Then she turned serious. "But
I really have no idea." She shrugged. "All I know is that I'm
going to keep flirting with your husband until he actually _does_
something about it."

**

Jack watched Susan and David with a mixture of emotions.
Amusement. Peevishness. Resignation. The couples had swapped for
the day. No one had said anything--they'd just done it. Susan and
David had spent the afternoon flirting. At the moment, they were
swimming near the sandbar, laughing and splashing each other.

Unfortunately, David seemed to have the willpower of _two_ men.
Three, even. He was obviously interested in Susan--he seemed to
have a constant erection--but he hadn't done anything more than
flirt. Susan, on the other hand, had done everything but throw
herself at him. Yet David bore it all with heroic self-control.

Jack had eventually decided that David was teasing Susan, toying
with her. When she finally realized what he was doing, it only
made her try harder. At first, Jack had been annoyed and
frustrated. He wanted to get on with things, and his patience had
worn thin.

Beth had read him perfectly. So while Susan and David flirted--
endlessly, it seemed--Beth spent time with Jack. He enjoyed her
company, and his mood improved as they passed the afternoon
together. She wasn't as brazen as Susan, but she flirted in her
own way, quiet and subtle.

She sat beside him now, perched on the deckhouse so they could
watch the others' antics. Unfortunately, Jack had a hard-on that
wouldn't go away, and his balls ached with the need for release.

On some level, Jack understood that David needed to make the
first move, but he only had so much patience. Fortunately, David
was a flesh-and-blood man--he could only take so much foreplay
before moving on to the main event. So Jack was willing to wait a
little longer.

_But only a little,_ he told himself, shaking his head in
disbelief--again--at David's self-control.

Beth sensed his frustration. She reached over and patted his
thigh, her hand mere inches from his cock. He appreciated the
attention, but he was ready for more than casual caresses. He
took a deep breath and tried to relax. He was _not_ a patient
man, but he had his own brand of self-control. If that meant
waiting until David made his move, then so be it.

"Come on," Beth said, standing. "Let's get dinner ready. You mix
the sangria while I figure out what to do with the fish."

"Uh-uh," he said, glad to focus on something that wasn't sex.
"I'll filet the bonito while _you_ make the sangria."

"Yes, sir," she said.

He cast one last glance at Susan and David. Then he followed Beth
below, his eyes on her ass. His erection bobbed like a bloodhound
on a scent.

**

Beth set her plate on the beach blanket and leaned back against
Jack's knees. He'd seasoned and grilled the fish to perfection,
and she'd drunk enough sangria to take the edge off her burning
desire. She gazed at the bonfire, watching the glowing embers
float skyward. The whisper of the waves reached her over the
crackle of the fire. The sound lulled her, soothed her, and she
felt Jack's hands on her bare shoulders, massaging gently.

"That was delicious," Susan said. She and David sat together,
propped against a silvered driftwood log.

"We have a special treat for dessert," David said.

Beth perked up at that. David hadn't done a thing to help prepare
dinner. She didn't blame him--he _had_ fixed most of their meals
so far--but she wondered what he was up to.

"Oh?" Susan said.

He deliberately drew things out. "Well," he said, "it's special."

"What? Tell us."

"It's one of Beth's favorites," he said.

Beth searched her memory, but shook her head as she drew a blank.

David stood, his half-hard dick swaying with the motion. He put
his hands on his hips. "I hope you like hard cock with fresh
cream."

In a flash Susan turned and rose to her knees. She knocked over
her glass of sangria, but she didn't seem to care. With an eager
moan, she captured the tip of David's dick.

"Fuckin' ay," Jack muttered. "It's about time."

Beth turned and grinned at him. Then her grin turned mischievous.
As innocently as she could, she said, "Do you have a hard cock
with fresh cream for me?"

He shot to his feet so fast that she almost fell over.

She grinned and knelt before him, her eyes at a level with his
hard-on. With a half-laugh, she put her hands on his hips and
drew him closer. Then she kissed the tip of his dick, inhaling
the scent of him.

Jack's penis was only the third she'd tasted in her life, and she
paused to savor it. Then she opened her mouth to swallow more of
him. He was hard and smooth, smaller than David, but still a
comfortable mouthful.

She moaned, low and deep in her throat. He echoed the sound as
she pursed her lips and pulled back. She planted a line of wet
kisses along the underside. When she reached his balls, she
closed her eyes and nuzzled them.

He moaned softly and she felt his erection bob. She gently
tongued his testicles, tasting the salty flavor of his skin. She
pulled back, her lips trailing along his length. When she reached
the crown, she wrapped her lips around it.

She sucked gently for a few moments before she opened her eyes
and gazed up at him. To her surprise, he wasn't looking at her.
Instead, he was gazing across the fire, staring at Susan and
David.

Her eyes widened and then narrowed as she felt her brows lower.
She decided to get his attention.

**

Jack watched Susan's head bob back and forth. Unfortunately, he
couldn't see more--the angle was wrong. _Turn your hips, David,_
he silently willed. _Just a little... just until I can see wha--_

He closed his eyes and groaned as a wave of heat and wetness
assaulted his dick. When he finally came to his senses, he looked
down and felt his eyes widen. Beth had swallowed his entire cock!

Another wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm him as she
sucked gently. He swallowed hard as she pulled back and his dick
reappeared, one saliva-covered inch at a time.

She paused when she reached the tip. Then she opened her mouth to
engulf him again. Even though he knew what to expect, he still
clamped his eyes shut and groaned at the sheer pleasure. After a
moment he realized that he was in her _throat_.

He groaned again, his head spinning. He knew he wouldn't last
long if she kept it up, but he couldn't stop her. He was rooted
to the spot, paralyzed by an overload of pleasure. She took him
deep again, and he felt the first twinges of orgasm. His whole
cock tingled, and his balls practically vibrated with the need
for release.

He wanted to warn her that he was about to come, but he couldn't
form the words. He felt pressure so intense that it seemed like a
physical blow. The feeling threatened to overwhelm him.

Finally, Beth pulled back until only the head remained in her
mouth. She stroked his shaft and he jerked as though he'd gripped
a live wire. With a groan, he emptied his balls into her mouth.

When he finally came to his senses, he gazed down at her. She
smiled with her eyes, her lips a lovely circle around the head of
his dick. His chest heaved from the force of his orgasm, and it
took an effort of will to remain standing.

Slowly, he felt the strength return to his limbs. His dick was
completely soft now, but Beth still sucked gently. He pulled
himself from her lips and sank to his knees. On impulse, he
kissed her, tasting himself on her wet lips. She tensed at first,
but relaxed after a moment. When he pulled back, she looked
abashed, and he suddenly felt guilty.

"That was amazing," he said at last.

She smiled and blinked with something close to embarrassment.
Then she grew bolder. "When I saw you watching Susan," she said,
"I wanted to get your attention."

"Well, you got it all right!" He quickly sobered. Without a word,
he gently pushed her to the blanket.

**

Beth gazed up at Jack, his face lined in the light from the
bonfire. She felt a shiver of anticipation race through her as he
looked at her. Her cheeks heated, but she quickly forgot her
embarrassment when he kissed her earlobe.

He trailed a line of kisses down her jaw to the hollow of her
throat. She felt a fresh rush of moisture at his touch. A part of
her was nervous, but something about his confidence made her
forget her worries.

Across the campsite, David and Susan were doing... something. She
couldn't tell by the sounds, but they were enjoying themselves.
Why shouldn't she do the same with Jack? After all, she wanted to
be a swinger, didn't she? And _this_ was swinging.

She swallowed hard when he kissed the valley between her breasts.
His hand had found its way between her legs, and she didn't know
whether to pay attention to his lips or his fingers. He sucked
her nipples, biting gently. At the same time, he rubbed a finger
along her slit, testing her wetness.

His kisses moved lower and she slowly lost track of the world
around her. She was sure that David and Susan were still nearby,
although she couldn't seem to hear them. She felt the heat of the
fire on her face, but she couldn't bring herself to look at it.
For a long, dreamy moment, she simply watched the floating embers
compete with the stars. The pattern was beautiful, a warm glow
above her.

Another glow spread within her as she felt Jack's shoulders
between her legs. He teased her at first, rubbing his fingers
through her folds and tasting her juices. She writhed
insistently, but he didn't relent. Instead, he blew on her
gently. The rush of cool air made her shiver.

She ran her fingers through his hair and lifted her hips, moaning
softly with desire. When he finally licked her, she felt a surge
of heat spread from her pussy. He licked again and she saw spots
as she squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to concentrate on the
feelings in her pussy, but she kept losing herself.

Minutes... hours... _days_ later, heat and moisture erupted from
somewhere deep within her, swelling outward to engulf her.
Someone moaned, the sound coming from far away. Jack held her
hips down, his mouth on her pussy, as though filling her with
molten pleasure.

Someone moaned again, and she realized it was _her_. Her eyes
snapped open and she gazed into the glow above her, part real,
part rapture. She rocked her hips, the pressure building within
her.

With a final groan, she felt her body go rigid, light and heat
and pleasure suffusing her senses. She closed her eyes but the
glow didn't disappear. It swelled and surrounded her, lifting her
effortlessly, pulling her into the sky. And then... the world went
dark and she fell limp.

**

Jack raised his head and looked at Beth with a sense of genuine
alarm. She'd been writhing in the throes of an orgasm and then
she'd simply stopped moving. Her breasts still rose and fell, so
she was breathing, but he was afraid that she'd passed out. He
had smelling salts on the boat, but it was hundreds of yards
away.

"Jesus, Jack," David said from across the fire, "did you kill
her?"

"I don't know," Jack said at last. "I was just... you know, and..."
He gestured helplessly.

Susan heard the concern in his voice and rose. Before she could
cross the space between them, Beth stirred. Susan knelt beside
her.

"What happened?" Beth said feebly. She looked up when David
loomed over her. "Oh, hi."

With a sudden sense of relief, Jack stifled a chuckle at her
casual reply.

"Hi, sweetheart," David said, kneeling. "Are you okay?"

"Mmm... more than okay," she said dreamily.

Susan laughed, rich and genuine and completely disarming. "Come
on," she said to Beth, "let's get you up."

David and Susan helped her to her feet, and Jack stood as well.
He felt silly standing there, not knowing what to do, but where
else could he go? Besides, he felt responsible for whatever had
happened to Beth, although it sounded like she'd simply passed
out for a moment or two. A part of him felt smug, but he was also
worried.

"Do you feel like a walk along the beach?" David asked, his arm
supporting her.

She shook her head weakly. "Can we just sit by the water?"

Susan put her hand on Jack's arm, but he didn't need the signal.
The other couple needed some time alone.

"What did you do?" she asked in a low voice when they were far
enough away.

He shrugged. "The usual."

She smirked at him. "The thing with your finger, inside?"

"Well, yeah," he said. "And the other thing, with my lips, where
I suck and blow."

Her eyebrows shot up.

He suddenly felt sheepish. "I was trying to make a good
impression."

She chuckled.

"What?"

"Oh, you certainly made an impression." She grinned at him,
familiar and wry at the same time.

"Well, what'd you want me to do?"

"Oh, relax," she said, without heat. Then she gazed at the unseen
couple on the beach. "I think Beth just got her first taste of
what I've enjoyed for years." She kissed his cheek. "Mmm," she
breathed, "you smell good."

He smiled, but he was still preoccupied with Beth. "Do you think
she's okay?"

"She's fine," Susan reassured him. "Trust me."

"And what about you?" he asked. "With all that was going on..."

She smirked.

"...I didn't get a chance to see what you and David were up to. Did
you enjoy it?"

Her eyes sparkled and she nodded.

"What did you do?"

They sank to the blanket and she told him. Surprisingly, she and
David hadn't actually had sex.

"So you pretty much did what Beth and I did," he said at last.
"Good. I still want to watch David fuck you."

"And you want to fuck Beth."

"Well, yeah. But I also want to watch you and David."

"There's no reason you can't do both at the same time."

It took him a moment to realize that he was grinning like a
halfwit.

**

"Are you sure you're okay?" David asked for the third or fourth
time.

"I'm fine," Beth said. "I just got a little worked up." She
looked at him. "You're not upset?"

He laughed, low and soft. Then he shook his head.

"Are you sure?"

"You enjoyed yourself, didn't you?"

She felt her cheeks heat as she nodded. She was glad they were
away from the fire, since he couldn't see her blush.

"I was just worried when I thought you'd passed out."

"I think I _did_ pass out," she said, "if only for a few
seconds."

"Oh." He didn't sound upset or hurt or even annoyed.

She'd just had the best orgasm of her life--with a man who
_wasn't_ her husband--and the husband in question wasn't angry?
He sounded... _amused_. He confirmed her suspicion with a chuckle.

"You should've seen Jack's face," he said. "He looked like he was
ready to do mouth-to-mouth or something."

_Well,_ she joked to herself, _he'd already done mouth-to-pussy._
When she realized that David wasn't jealous, her anxiety faded
entirely.

"I'm just glad you're okay," he said.

"I'm okay."

"Good."

"So what did you and Susan do?" she asked when he fell silent.

"The usual stuff."

"Such as..."

He hesitated and then said, "She gave me a blowjob."

"And...? Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah, of course." He looked around, as if to make sure no one
could overhear.

_We're on a deserted beach!_ she thought, with an affectionate
smile.

"Susan's pretty good," he said, leaning close, "but not nearly as
good as you."

She felt her cheeks heat again. "Thank you."

Suddenly, he laughed.

"What?"

"She was pretty surprised when I came."

"Oh?"

He nodded. "She almost choked. But when she pulled back, she had
to dodge." He chuckled again, softer.

Beth smiled at the image of Susan's surprise.

"After she cleaned up," he continued, "I went down on her."

"How'd you like it?"

"Clean-shaven is nice," he said, with more candor than she
expected. Then he shrugged. "Yeah, I definitely enjoyed it, but I
don't want you to shave any time soon."

She nodded. Then a thought occurred to her. "Did you have sex
with her?"

"Uh-uh."

"Why not?"

"You passed out," he said simply. He was teasing her.

"So, I guess you're ready for round two."

When they returned to the circle of firelight, Susan and Jack
were sitting on their blanket, talking quietly. Jack had found
another age-silvered driftwood log, and he was leaning against
it, with Susan reclining against him.

"How do you feel?" Susan asked.

"A bit weak in the knees," Beth said, "but other than that, I'm
fine."

She and David propped themselves against the first log, and she
sat between his legs, enjoying the feeling of his body against
hers. They chatted for a while, mostly about the stars. Jack
showed them the constellations, his arm reaching toward the
heavens.

When he fell silent, their eyes returned to earth and Susan
spread her legs slightly. Beth might not have noticed, but David
did, and his dick began to swell against the small of her back.
She smiled. Susan was putting on a show.

At a quiet word from Jack, she spread her legs a bit more. Beth
couldn't see much, because of the shadows, but she could imagine
what the other woman was doing. Finally, Jack whispered something
else and Susan gazed at Beth with a knowing smile.

Beth felt her insides quiver as a wave of heat washed over her.
Behind her, David grew tense with anticipation, his dick hard
against her back. Susan rolled to her hands and knees and crawled
toward them.

"I thought I'd join you," she said, kneeling between Beth's feet.
Then she met David's eyes. "You don't mind if I fool around with
your wife, do you?"

"Be my guest," he said, a tremor of lust in his voice.

Beth closed her eyes as Susan leaned toward her. They kissed for
a long time, gentle at first, but with growing passion. When
David cupped her breasts, she groaned into Susan's mouth. Then
she felt Susan's hand between her legs, feeling for the heat and
moisture there. Her breathing grew ragged with desire.

Finally, Susan pulled back and Beth opened her eyes. Her pulse
raced at the thought of putting on a show for the men, and she
saw her desire mirrored in Susan's eyes.

Beth slid away from David and lay on the blanket. Susan turned
and straddled her in a sixty-nine. Beth glanced at David and
grinned, but he was staring at Susan's pussy.

Beth felt Susan's hands on her inner thighs, spreading them
wider, giving Jack a good look at her pussy. She smiled to
herself and returned the favor, reaching around Susan's hips to
spread her clean-shaven labia, giving David a show.

She teased the slick folds for a moment or two, simply marveling
at their beauty and simplicity. Then she closed her eyes as she
felt Susan's lips on her clit. She raised her own lips and tasted
Susan's arousal. David made a low, throaty sound, and Beth smiled
as she sucked gently.

She lost track of time as she concentrated on Susan's pussy. Soon
enough, Susan stopped licking altogether, and Beth smiled at her
minor triumph. But then she felt a presence close to her. When
she opened her eyes, David loomed large, his erection jutting
almost obscenely. He shuffled closer and met her gaze. She smiled
with her eyes and held Susan open for him. He moved closer still,
the head of his dick already slick with pre-come.

Susan moaned as he rubbed his shaft over her slit and covered
himself with her moisture. Entranced, Beth watched as he entered
her slowly, the fat head of his dick pushing her labia inward.
She'd never seen anything like it before, and she realized that
she was holding her breath.

David's dick slowly disappeared into Susan's body. He was taking
his time, letting her grow accustomed to his girth. When he
finally ground his hips against her, he held still. After a long
moment he drew back, slow and steady. Then he thrust again, and
she groaned as he filled her.

Beth watched for a moment or two, captivated by the sight of her
husband fucking another woman. A part of her was annoyed that
Susan had stopped licking her, but only a small part. She knew
she wouldn't be neglected.

As if on cue, she felt Jack between her legs. She couldn't see
what he was doing, but she wanted him to fuck her while David was
fucking Susan. It seemed fitting, somehow. Unfortunately, he
didn't enter her right away. Instead, he played with her pussy,
his fingers growing slippery with her moisture.

Susan groaned, but it was a muted sound, and Beth realized that
Jack must have fed her his dick. She could feel him rocking on
his knees, his fingers working in time with his short thrusts.
Susan moaned again, filled from both ends by hard dicks. Beth
felt a rush of envy.

To keep her mind off her own desire, she focused on Susan's
pussy. With David thrusting steadily, she didn't want to disturb
his rhythm. So she carefully thrust a hand between Susan's legs.

While David pounded away, Beth played with Susan's slippery clit.
Soon enough, she felt her grow tense. David was slamming into
her, jarring her as their bodies met with soft slaps.

With so much stimulation, Susan didn't last long. She moaned, and
her stomach heaved with the spasms of orgasm. Beth caught her
breath and swallowed hard. The heat between her legs had become
almost unbearable, and she was eager for Jack to fuck her.

While Susan slowly recovered, Beth eyed David's dick. He was
still hard, and she could tell by his low-hanging balls that he
wasn't even close to orgasm. She smiled to herself and tapped his
thigh to get his attention. He pulled back, his erection sliding
free with a soft sucking sound. Beth's mouth watered at the
thought of tasting Susan on him.

He grinned when he saw what she wanted. Then he lowered his hips,
moving the tip of his dick to her mouth. She moaned when she
tasted the mixture of his pre-come and Susan's juices. She arched
her neck and swallowed more of his dick, her tongue playing along
the top for a change.

She felt Susan climb off. Jack was still between her legs, and he
scooted closer.

"Be my guest," David said, answering some unspoken question.

For the first time in her life, Beth felt another man rub his
dick along her slit. Then she felt his weight as he situated
himself above her. She couldn't see more than David's balls and
thighs, but she knew what Jack was doing. She watched in her
mind's eye as he set the tip of his dick at her opening.

A thrill of anticipation ran through her at the thought of Jack
entering her. She felt David swell in her mouth, and a rush of
love surged deep within her. He was about to watch another man
enter her, but his reaction was lust instead of jealousy. It made
her love him even more.

She was still thinking about him when she felt the first pressure
of Jack's dick. He slid into her easily, his hips pressing
against her thighs as he buried his length inside her. A blaze of
triumph erupted from somewhere deep within her--she had her
husband's dick in her mouth and another man's dick in her pussy.
She vaguely felt Susan's hands on her breasts, but she
concentrated on the men and their dicks.

Jack began thrusting and she groaned. David felt the sound and
fed her more of his length. She sucked greedily as his thick
manhood filled her mouth and stretched her lips. At the same
time, Jack's dick turned her insides molten. She could definitely
feel that he was smaller than David, but he still hit all the
right places within her.

She didn't know how long they fucked before she felt Jack drive
deep. He thrust a few more times and then pulled out. With a
groan of surprise, she felt a splash of warmth across her tummy.
A distracted part of her wondered why he hadn't come inside her.

Just then, she felt David tense, and she knew that he was close.
She wanted to taste his come, but she knew that she couldn't
swallow with her neck arched as far as it was. He knew it too, so
he pulled out and stroked himself. She opened her eyes in time to
see the first spurt fly over her chest. She felt it splatter her
belly. The second spurt fell in the valley of her breasts. The
final spurts landed on her face and neck.

David sank to his heels, panting from the force of his orgasm.
Between her legs, Jack sat back, also breathing heavy. She closed
her eyes and ran her fingers over her stomach. She had two men's
semen on her, and she felt a shiver of taboo as she gently
swirled it together.

_So this is what it feels like to be a swinger,_ she thought.
_Slippery and warm._ A moment later she smiled. _I like it._

**

EPILOGUE

Jack opened the curtains and gazed out the window of the hotel.
The Sea of Cortez stretched as far as the eye could see. The
solid floor felt unfamiliar beneath his feet, and he already
missed the _Nereid_. They had delivered her the day before, and
then driven to La Paz.

He looked at his watch. For once, he was awake before David, but
he couldn't blame the man for sleeping late. They'd rented the
_El Presidente_ suite in the city's nicest hotel, and then spent
the night screwing themselves silly.

He smiled at the memory. Then he let his mind wander further
back. Their last night in Santa Maria Bay had been an all-out
orgy, with enough sucking and fucking to last a week. David had
shed the last traces of shyness, and even Beth was surprised by
his enthusiasm.

Best of all, the women were already talking about a swinging
party for when they returned to Lemoore. Jack was daydreaming
about it when he heard a noise behind him. He glanced over his
shoulder and saw David emerge from the second bedroom.

"Morning," Jack said.

David blinked at the sunlight streaming through the open
curtains. "Mornin'. Is there any coffee?"

"Not yet. I thought we'd order a big breakfast from room
service."

David nodded and then yawned mightily.

"And if the girls are in the mood," Jack added, "I can introduce
you and Beth to a fun breakfast idea. I call it 'Breakfast and a
Blowjob.'"

David barked a laugh.

"It's a swinger special."

_The End_

**

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I couldn't have written _Nereids_ without the tremendous help of
my all-volunteer team. Since I don't want eager readers to pester
them for details, I keep their identities a closely guarded
secret. They know who they are, though, and they know how much I
appreciate what they do.

Also, I'd like to thank two people who joined the team
specifically for _Nereids_. First, I'd like to thank Brett for
his invaluable help with all the sailing aspects. I'm a semi-
competent armchair sailor, but Brett is an old salt who's "been
there, done that," around the world.

I'd also like to thank LisaAnn for giving me the benefit of her
female perspective. I know a bit about how women think, but I see
things through testosterone-colored glasses. LisaAnn set me
straight when I needed it.

I had fun writing this book. I learned a lot, and I had a chance
to share some of the background that's been filling my head since
I began writing _Summer Camp_.

I hope you enjoyed it.

Nick Scipio
Southeast US
August 1, 2006

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