"Thanksgiving" by Tom in Sacramento (an248036@anon.penet.fi). Ann is a mild mannered former toxicologist who is now a dance therapist and active member of the local PTA. She has a great ass and a pussy whose fragrance automatically generates erotic thoughts, even when one's face is not nicely nuzzled where it fits best. She is married to Tom, the narrator of the story, a handsome chap who is a journalist. Jerry, a brilliant scholar and sexy lawyer, was the narrator's closest friend in college and has become like a brother-in-law to Ann. The kids have gone away for Thanksgiving, and Jerry is visiting the couple for Thanksgiving and has brought with him Sue, a professional masseuse who is at least as attractive as Ann. I can identify with these people.

The story opens with Ann and Sue walking ahead of the guys on the beach, gently swaying their cute little asses. (I hope that misplaced modifier aroused you as much as it did me.) From this point you can probably guess at least the general outline of the rest of the story; but the tale is delightfully told, and the fact that you can guess what's going to happen will not diminish your enjoyment of this story. And besides, there are some surprises.

Now I have a confession to make - two confessions actually. Although I write these reviews and have become a bit of an expert or at least a connoisseur of sexual acrobatics, I have never engaged in an orgy and probably never will. My husband and I both understand the intense stimulation and sense of freedom that would be present if we did it with another couple, but we also see the value of the one-to-one intimacy that we share and don't want to do anything to risk losing this. Nevertheless, I really enjoy picturing in my mind stories like this - even while I am making love to my husband

Which brings me to my second confession. Between the first and second paragraphs of this review, I field tested this story. I can now verify (1) that it is possible to come to mutual orgasm with a spouse by relating the basic events of this story by the fireplace - although it may be necessary to alter the plot to include a bank teller; and (2) that a focus on one part of this story seems to greatly increase the probability that the male partner will have a roaring second orgasm. Go figure!

As I was reading this story, I couldn't help thinking that it reminded me of several of the stories written by SueNH. This is ironic; but you'll have to read the whole story and be at least remotely familiar with the writings of Sue to see the reason for this irony. I really enjoyed this story - and so did my husband, even though he hasn't had time to read it yet.