               Cancun         June 2001
Two couples share a condo for years.
One wife dies of cancer, skip a few years.
One last visit before selling time share.
Last wife entertains all!


     My name is Dave, my wife Cindy and I have been married for about twenty years.  We
are both in our forties, kids pretty much grown.  We are in fairly good shape, physically and
financially.  We had some good friends, Bill and Sharon, who were at about the same point.  My
wife met Bill, when she started working at a local bank.  We had been close friends ever since. 
Sharon owned a travel agency, so naturally we began to travel together.
     One of our first trips together, was to Cancun, Mexico.  Sharon needed to inspect some
new time share condos, being built.  We attended the sales meeting, and was being pressured to
buy.  We didn't budge, ... until they made us an offer we couldn't refuse.
     They wanted Bill and Sharon to buy so bad, they  lowered the price, waived the initiation
fees, gave us a choice location, and most importantly, allowed Cindy and I to get in also.  When
we walked out, we each had a week, one right after the other.  This meant, we could spend two
weeks a year, in hot and sunny Cancun.
     If you're familiar with a typical condo, you know they have a portion known as a lock off. 
It consists of a bedroom, bathroom, an area with a small refrigerator and microwave oven, and its
own entrance.  This allows the owner of the time slot to sell off part of the condo, to pay for
yearly maintenance fees, or to just get some extra cash.
     The arrangement we had, was that Sharon and Bill got the main bedroom the first week,
while Cindy and I took it the second week.  Leaving the inner doors opened, gave us all access to
the central livingroom and full kitchen.  And, since there were maids that changed the bedding
every day, we never gave it any thought.
     We always had great times in Cancun.  Although it wasn't uncommon for Bill and I to
trade off dancing partners, while in the local dance clubs, that was as far as it ever went.  It was
while we were in Cancun, that Sharon took sick.  She felt nauseated, and couldn't eat anything. 
We thought it was just a touch of the flu, or Montezuma's Revenge.  It wasn't until a month later,
that we found out, ... cancer.
     Cindy helped out part time, at the travel agency, while Sharon underwent chemotherapy. 
Sharon fought bravely, but less than a year later, we buried her.  It was devastating, someone so
alive, so cheerful, gone.  I couldn't help but notice, that most of the pictures used at the funeral
home, showing Sharon happy, was of our trips to Cancun.  That year, we didn't go to Cancun,
instead we rented out both weeks.
     Cindy kept after Bill, to get him to go out to dinner, and just stay active.  He did go with
us a few times, but he always managed to leave early.  We then took him to a dance club, where I
encouraged him to dance with Cindy.  I don't know what they talked about, but quite often, they
both came back with red eyes.
     We were at one dance club in particular, when the subject of Cancun came up.  Bill said
he wanted to sell his time share, not just rent it out.  He offered it to us, at a very good price.  I
refused to take advantage of him, and pleaded with him to think it over.
     As we were leaving, I suggested that the three of us should visit Cancun, one more time. 
At first, Bill was dead set against it, but then said maybe.  A few weeks later, Cindy came home
with the news that Bill had agreed to go, one last time.
     Cindy and I made a vow, to try to get Bill to enjoy himself, while in Cancun.  I even
joked about getting him a hooker, to help him sleep.  Cindy told me he hadn't started dating, as
far as anybody at work knew.
     About a month before we were to leave, there was an awards dinner at the bank.  Bill was
going to get an award, but didn't want to go alone.  I suggested to Cindy, that she go with him,
since everybody there was familiar with his situation.  She smiled, and said she would talk it over
with Bill.
     They ended up going together, and I was out of town anyway.  I wasn't worried about
anything happening, but did call at about 11:00, just to find out how her 'date' went.  There was
no answer, so I left a message.  Since I wasn't sure who drove, I called Bill.  Again, no answer. 
About one in the morning, Cindy called.
     "Hi honey."  She said real cheerfully.  "Just got in, I had a great time."  I asked about the
time, and she explained.  "That's my fault, really.  My boss invited Bill and I out to a club, after
the awards dinner."  She giggled, then went on.  "I had to beg Bill to go, he was ready to run
home, right after getting his award."  I let her talk, since I could tell she was partially drunk, and
would chatter endlessly.
     "I think Bill was enjoying himself tonight."  She stated.  "He drank some, and we danced
quite a lot."  Well, this was sounding more and more like a date.  "My boss.  Bill, to me now,
was just as charming, and we danced a few times, while Bill danced with Mrs. ... uh, I mean
Margaret."  Taking a deep breath, she started talking a little slower.
     "I couldn't believe it, when I saw it was almost midnight.  I told them I had to get home,
right away."  She giggled again.  "They started kidding me, about how I was Cinderella, and Bill
was my Prince Charming.  It was so funny."  I laughed half-heartedly, as I imagined the two of
them, together.
     I wasn't jealous, not of Bill.  I felt so terribly sad, for what he had been though.  I just
hoped he would finally get moving again.  If it took several dates with Cindy, or more, it would
be worth it.  Cindy and I chatted a while more, then hung up.  I went to bed that night, with a
hopeful feeling for my good friend.  When I got home, Cindy didn't seem to want to talk about
that night anymore.  I finally got her to tell me about what happened.
     Since they had both drank more than they should have, they took a cab.  While sitting
together, in the back seat, Bill slipped his arm around her shoulders.  A moment later, he leaned
down to kiss her.  She said she didn't resist, since it was innocent enough, and she truly felt like
kissing him.  Well, the kisses got a lot more passionate, and his hand moved to her breast.
     "I panicked."  She said.  "I shot up and away from him, and told him no."  With a tremble
in her voice, she went on.  "I immediately regretted being so dramatic, I wish I had handled it
better."  Looking at me, she sighed.  "And, since then, I wished I had done nothing.  I wished I
had let him kiss me, fondle me, whatever he wanted, just because of Sharon."  Cindy started
crying, and I hugged her close.  I told her I would have understood, no matter what she had done.
     We hugged and kissed, until retiring to the bedroom for sex.  All the while, I'm thinking
about my wife and Bill, in the back of that cab.  I had a very enjoyable screw with Cindy, and we
talked for hours, then had sex again.
     Bill gave Cindy flowers, the following Monday morning, with an apology.  He also
informed her, that he had decided to skip the trip to Cancun.  I called him, that night, and talked
him into going.  I told him, that Cindy had told me everything about their cab ride, and I forgave
him.  He was difficult to convince, but finally he agreed to come along.
     The flight down, was pleasant enough, with Bill on his best behavior.  He tried to remain
cheerful, but you could see he was putting forth a lot of effort.  Cindy sat between us, and kidded
with Bill quite a bit.  When we got to the condo, Bill insisted that Cindy and I take the larger
bedroom, for the full two weeks.  I agreed to take it first, telling him he might find someone to
share it with, for the second week.  I never imagined she was standing in the room with us at the
time.
     The three of us went everywhere together, eating, sightseeing, and the beach.  Cindy wore
her bikini, same as always.  But, this time, I noticed Bill checking her out, quite closely.  Cindy
didn't seem to notice, or at least didn't let on she did.
     In bed, the second night there, I mentioned it to Cindy.  She laughed, and told me she was
glad he was looking, since it showed he was still interested.  I reached under her nightie and
rubbed her pussy, saying.  "He would be a damn fool, not to be interested in this."
     Cindy laughed, then got quiet and serious.  "Uh, if he was ... uh, you know, ... interested
..."  I tried to see her face, in the dim light.  "Well, it's just that I feel so sorry for him, ... and,
well ... I wouldn't mind, ..."  I turned her face to look at me, I could see tears on her cheeks. 
"That is if he wanted to, and you said it was alright."  I was shocked, Cindy has never shown this
side of herself to me.
     I assured her, that I would allow her to do anything she wanted, with one condition.  I still
got all the sex I wanted.  Kissing me, she told me.  "Well then, we better get started."  Her hand
reached down and grabbed my dick.  I think we were both surprised, to find it rock hard, and
throbbing.
     We made love twice that night, then we talked.  In the morning, I told her it was her
decision, but I would back her up all the way.  Cindy said she wasn't going to offer herself to
him, like a slut, just allow him to take what he wanted.
     That night, we visited one of our favorite dance clubs.  Again, Cindy was splitting her
dance card between Bill and I.  Once, when I was alone at the table, I noticed that I couldn't see
Cindy and Bill, on the dance floor.  I shrugged it off, and headed to the bathroom.  As I walked
beside the bar, I saw them standing near the back entrance.
     They were embracing lightly, and swaying to the music.  At first, I thought they were just
trying to cool off in the breeze, from the open door.  Looking closer, I saw Bill's hands holding
Cindy's ass cheeks, as she laughed at something he was saying to her.
     I stood there, watching.  Cindy leaned her head back, allowing Bill to kiss her.  This
wasn't a chaste, brotherly kiss.  I could see their tongues dart back and forth, as they worked their
lips together.  Bill moved a hand up to hold the back of my wife's head, as he kissed her deeply.
     Then, I saw his other hand come up to her breast.  I don't know if I was shocked more by
his actions, or hers.  He kneaded her breast, boldly.  She pressed her body forward, allowing him
full access.
     Bill's hand left her neck, and slid to the hem of her dress.  Lifting it up, he moved to the
top of her panties.  They had separated enough, that I could see more of what was going on. 
Cindy had her hand at Bill's crotch, rubbing his erection.
     I could also tell when Bill's hand slid inside the waistband of Cindy's panties.  As he
started stroking her pussy, her dress bunched at her waist, and her panties just covered her slit.  I
noticed several people, walking by and checking them out.
     Bill leaned in and whispered something to Cindy, and she giggled and pulled him out the
back door.  I followed, slowly.  I didn't want to miss anything, but was afraid to let them see me
watching.
     Peeking out the door, I spotted them walking around a corner.  When they were out of
sight, I walked out the door and stood near the corner.  With the music not as loud, I could hear
them kissing.  I thought.
     Peeking around the edge, I saw a beautiful sight.  There was my lovely wife, her head
thrust back, as Bill sucked on her exposed breasts.  I could hear the wet, smacking sounds, as my
best friend suckled my wife's lovely tits.
     Squatting down, without kneeling on the dirty ground, my wife unzipped Bill's pants. 
She pulled out his very stiff dick, and started sucking just the very end of his dick.  He groaned,
grabbing Cindy's head, then firmly stroked his dick in and out of her mouth.
     Cindy's dress was still pushed down, exposing her tits to anybody who happened along. 
The hem of her dress, front and back, was partially stuffed into the waistband of her panties,
exposing them fully.  It was a very lewd looking sight.  Like a cheap whore, servicing her John.
     I had never loved my wife more, than right then.  She was doing just what we had agreed
to do, give Bill anything he wanted.  I was very turned on right then, and I wanted relief.
     When Bill held his dick deep in her mouth, I knew he was coming.  I walked up beside
him, as I heard him moan.  I could see Cindy's throat convulsing, frantically swallowing the load
of sperm..  I removed my stiff dick from my pants, and waited my turn.  Opening her eyes, my
wife saw me standing there, and smiled.
     Bill was visibly shaken, seeing me there.  I smiled at him, and said.  "Keep a look out. 
Make sure a line doesn't start forming."  Looking down at Cindy, awaiting my dick, he grinned
and stepped back, zipping up his pants.  Cindy took my dick into her mouth, and was busily
sucking within seconds.  Since I had been watching the two of them, I didn't last very long.  I
flooded my wife's slutty mouth with my load, as Bill stood there and watched.
     We helped Cindy to stand up and straightened her clothing, then walked back to the club. 
Several people smiled at us, apparently having seen at least some of what had just happened. 
Cindy went into the bathroom to clean up some, as Bill and I talked.
     I assured him that Cindy and I had already talked this over, and had decided to give him
what he needed.  He thanked me, saying he couldn't control himself, but it would never happen
again.  I laughed, telling him it would happen again, probably that night.
     When Cindy came out, we took a cab back to the condo.  We talked about what had
happened, and what was going to happen.  I suggested that Cindy stay in the master suite, and
Bill and I switch places at the end of the week.  Cindy would still have to service the man in the
lock off, but would sleep with the one in the master suite.  It was agreeable to Cindy, so Bill went
along.
     Back at the room, we had a small orgy.  Cindy was stripped down and molested for hours. 
She loved it.
     Bill and I were a little shy, at first, about stripping in front of each other.  But, with a
naked, willing woman, we got over our shyness, real quick.  I allowed Bill first crack at my
wife's pussy, accepting sloppy seconds.  It was very strange, slipping my dick inside her pussy,
as it leaked Bill's sperm.
     After that night, we had sex with Cindy in our own bedrooms, not having a three way,
just sharing the same woman.  Strange as it sounds, I wanted sex with my wife even more than
normal, knowing that another man was interested in banging her.  I found myself lusting after her
at all hours of the day, sex was always on my mind.  It must have been on Bill's mind also, since
she spent a lot of time in his bedroom, returning with her clothes in her arms.
     I managed to get my wife alone, to talk, while Bill was in the shower.  I asked if she had
any regrets, and she said she didn't.  I asked if she minded me being so horny all the time,
causing her to smile.
     She assured me that she could handle both Bill and I.  But, she was concerned about the
second week, when I would be sleeping alone, as per our earlier agreement.  It did sadden me, to
know I couldn't just reach out and stroke her breasts or pussy, whenever the urge struck.
     Then she told me what Bill had said about our sleeping arrangements.  He suggested we
all sleep in the king sized bed, together.  I wondered how that would work out, as I watched
Cindy's face break into a smile.  I agreed to try it that very night.
     We had gone out to dinner and dancing, arriving back at the resort about 11:30.  Cindy
went into the main bathroom, while Bill and I shared the other one.  When he came out, and I
was heading in, he said.  "Uh, Dave, if Cindy wouldn't mind ... I mean if she's not too tired, uh,
well I would like her to stop by, and ... uh, tuck me in."  I grinned at him and told him to wait for
me.
     When I finished in the bathroom, I escorted him into his bedroom.  "Grab your PJ's, or
what ever you plan on wearing to bed.  We are going to have a sleep-over."  His looked
completely stunned.
     "Really?"  Was his only comment.  When I told him I was serious, he gave me a quick
hug, and thanked me.  Grabbing an extra pillow, we marched into the master bedroom.
     Cindy was already there, waiting.  "Ah, you must be room service, with my order."  She
laughed.  I smiled at her, as I tried to decide what to do next.  "Come here, both of you."  My
lovely wife commanded.  We dutifully stepped up to the bed.
     Cindy opened the front of my pants first, then Bill's.  Reaching into our underwear, she
grabbed our cocks, and held on tightly.  "I've got what I want."  She growled.  "Take everything
else off, now."
     It was very erotic, twisting around to work my shorts and BVD's to the floor, causing
Cindy's hand to slide up and down my erection.  Bill seemed to be enjoying the feelings too,
since I heard him groan, while we stripped.
     When we were naked, Cindy sat up on her knees, allowing the blankets to fall away.  I
wasn't surprised to find her naked, since she had been wearing less and less all week.
     We stood side by side, our hips touching, as Cindy took turns sucking on our dicks.  I was
fascinated, watching her mouth engulf Bill's dick.  It was really sexy, watching another man
receiving a blow job.  I felt like stepping back and watching the two of them have sex, then I had
another idea.
     Untangling Cindy's legs from the sheets, I laid on the bed and slid my head underneath
her crotch.  I found her pussy, hot and moist.  Without any delay, I started licking her gash,
avoiding her clit, for now.  She started moaning and pressing her pussy against my mouth.  When
I finally licked up to her clit, I caught a glimpse between her tits, of her sucking Bill.
     I ignored what they were doing, and concentrated on pleasuring my wife.  She shuddered
through two orgasms, clutching my face between her legs each time.  I heard Bill hiss.  "I'm
coming."  In a flash, Cindy pulled away from my questing tongue and flopped onto the bed.  "In
me.  Put it in me."  She pleaded.  Bill tried to comply, but he was so close to coming he didn't
dare touch his throbbing dick.
     He hovered over Cindy, as she rubbed and twisted her breasts and nipples.  When he
lowered himself slightly, I had a perfect view of his dick approaching my wife's hot snatch.
     His aim was off slightly, so I calmly reached out and positioned the head in the steamy
furrow of her sex.  My hand was still there, as his dick started sliding forward.  With a shudder,
Bill plunged to the depths of Cindy's pussy, and started coming.
     My hand was trapped in front of his balls and seemed to be partially embedded inside my
wife's pussy.  Gently, I fondled his pulsing balls, as I felt the sperm surging along the bottom of
his shaft, blasting deep inside my beautiful, loving wife.
     Cindy had another orgasm, as Bill stroked a few times, allowing me to remove my hand. 
They laid there in a panting, sweaty heap, catching their breath, as I looked on.  Bill picked
himself up off of Cindy, and without a second thought, he lowered his mouth to her freshly
fucked cunt.
     I was shocked.  I had never done that.  Her pussy was leaking sperm and lubricating
juices, it was a mess.  Bill slurped and sucked at her crotch, as I looked on.  I looked at Cindy,
who smiled at me then pulled Bill's hips toward her face.
     My formerly shy wife took Bill's dick, just pulled from her pussy, into her mouth.  This
was something she had never done to me, or ever seemed like she might.  They stayed in the
sixty-nine position for several minutes, slurping and sucking each other clean.  I got a little
jealous, and laid beside my wife, trying to kiss her neck and cheek.
     Turning her head to me, I kissed the corner of her mouth, while Bill's dick was still
inside.  Then, with a sudden twist, his dick slipped out and came into contact with my lips and
extended tongue.  I was surprised, and started to recoil, until I saw Cindy's mouth recapture the
thrusting snake and begin sucking him.
     Soon, they fell apart and I managed to give my wife a proper kiss.  As my tongue
explored her mouth and teeth, I noticed a taste and stickiness.  My god.  Bill's sperm and her
juices.  I hesitated for an instant, then surrendered to her questing tongue and eager lips.
     The taste wasn't disgusting, as I had always thought it would be, just different.  It was the
feeling, my lips became coated with the sticky substance, spreading to my face.  Cindy seemed to
enjoy smearing it all over, with her hands and mouth.
     I raised up, trying to position my dick to screw her, while maintaining mouth to mouth
contact.  Bill reached between my legs and placed my erection right where it wanted to go.  I
slowly slid inside my wife, as Bill's fingers stroked and rubbed my dick and balls.  I began
fucking Cindy, and felt Bill's hand lightly holding my balls, as I thrust against my wife's willing
body.
     When I came, Bill held my balls gently, as my sperm jetted into Cindy, who had come
again.  When I pulled out and flopped to the side, Cindy turned around and took my dick into her
mouth.  I was enjoying the feeling, when I noticed her hips rocking closer to my head.  I figured
it was a night of firsts, and pulled her willing hips up, to straddle my face.
     I had hardly begun, when gobs of my sperm started slipping down my throat.  I
swallowed them quickly and continued to lick my wife's wet, hot hole.  I realized that I was
probably getting some of Bill's come too, but didn't really care.
     My dick was getting sucked very strongly, when I felt Cindy reposition herself.  I then
noticed that she was sitting almost straight up.  There was no way she still had my dick in her
mouth.  It was Bill, who was sucking my dick.
     I couldn't really do anything, since a big load of come slid into my mouth, right then.  I
sucked and swallowed and managed to breathe, while her musky wet crotch tried to smother me.
     Cindy had one more orgasm, then pulled her pussy away from my face.  I looked down, to
see Bill still sucking my dick.  I didn't attempt to get away, or stop him.  He glanced up once,
then started to really work on my dick, as it started to get hard again.
     "Here, let me have that."  Cindy said.  "I know just where to use that."  She moved a leg
over my hips, and impaled herself on my saliva coated dick.  We both groaned, as she slid down
the whole length of my shaft and rested there.  I reached up and captured her dangling tits in my
hands, as she lowered her body down on to mine.
     Cindy seemed to be asleep, as I jabbed up into her yielding pussy.  She let out an
occasional little moan, as I tried to get further inside her.  Finally, I rolled over on top of her, and
really started to pound her near lifeless body.
     I then noticed Bill approaching Cindy's face, with his dick.  As it brushed along her
cheek, she turned her head away.  I glanced at him, then smiled.  He took this to mean I was
willing, and moved his stiff dick toward my mouth.
     Without giving it much thought, I opened my mouth and let his dick slide right in.  I
slowed down my fucking of Cindy, as I concentrated on the feeling of Bill's dick sliding around
in my mouth.
     I was aware of the size and texture of him, and the differences between his dick and mine. 
He was longer than me, but not as big around.  We were both circumcised, but his dickhead was
more pointed and seemed to curve upwards more.
     I noticed that I had quit pumping Cindy, as I concentrated more on this dick going in and
out of my willing mouth.  Bill's dick was entering my throat, and his pubic hairs were mashing
against my nose.  I sucked on him as he pulled out, and opened my throat wide on his thrusts.  I
felt his hands lightly touch my head, trying to guide me and get deeper in my face.
     Placing my arm around his hips to steady myself, I pulled him to me.  His hands now
clamped to my head, and he used my mouth like a cunt.  He pounded in and out about ten times,
then tensed and held my face crushed to his pubic hairs.
     I felt his come pulse into my throat, rushing straight into my belly.  I was frozen there,
shocked by what had happened.  I never in my life thought I would ever give another man a blow
job.  When he pulled back some, allowing me to breathe again, I noticed a few things.
     I wanted to continue sucking his dick, to get all his sperm.  I didn't feel like a queer or
anything like that, I still loved women.  And my dick was rock hard and ready to blow.
     I thrust into Cindy maybe three times, before I shot my load.  Bill had pulled back, as I
was coming, and sat in a chair beside the bed.  When I was spent, I rolled away from him, and
laid beside Cindy.  The next thing I notice, is Bill's tongue, as he lifts my flacid penis from my
belly and takes me in his mouth.  He quickly licks me clean, then moves to my wife, and begins
to lick her gapping pussy.
     I am so exhausted, I just lay there and watch him eat her out.  When he finally stops, he
drops to the other side of her and we fall asleep.  Later, I wake up as Bill is slipping from the bed,
and pulling on his pants.  I get up and follow him, out to the living room.  Looking back, I see my
wife of twenty years laying there with her legs spread lewdly, looking very satisfied.
     I go back and cover her with the sheet and grab my pants, then turn out the light.  I find
Bill in the kitchen, with the sun just coming up, making coffee.  He grins at me, as I walk up to
him.  We don't say anything, while we watch the coffee drip into the pot.
     Finally, Bill clears his throat, and says.  "Uh, I just wanted to say, uh, thank you."  I
looked at him unsure if he was talking about letting him fuck my wife, or sucking his dick.  He
must have thought the same thing.  "I mean for everything, ... everything."  I licked my lips,
tasting sperm, pussy, and sweat.
     "I ... I don't know what to say."  I started.  "I mean, Cindy and I talked about you and her,
... well we agreed to that, before ..."  I shook my head, then looked him right in the eyes.  "What
did you think about ... that?"  I asked, not knowing what I thought, or what else to ask.
     "Well, Dave."  He said, then stopped, and looked at me nervously.  "I was so grateful to
Cindy, for ... well everything."   "And you too."  He added hastily.  "What I mean is, if you want
me to, I would be willing to do anything for you, or Cindy."  "I mean it, I feel like I've actually
gotten a new life, been reborn or whatever."
     I just looked at him, as he poured us both a coffee and handed me a cup.  Our hands
touched, and I looked him right in the eyes.  "I'm not gay, or anything like that."  I said, and
Dave quickly confirmed his orientation also.  "I didn't mind doing it, I just wouldn't want
anybody getting the wrong idea."  "You know what I mean?"
     "I know exactly what you mean."  He said, with a wide grin.  "Without Cindy being there,
naked and all,  I don't think any of this would have happened."  "It is just that Sharon and I ..."  I
nodded my head, then drank my coffee.  We sat there for awhile, looking out the window at the
pre-dawn surf.
     "Uh, Dave?"  Bill broke the silence.  "Well, I have to know, was it good for you?"  "I
mean, did I do it right?"  "I've never ... ever, well I just wanted to know if you liked it."
     I laughed out loud, because I had been thinking the exact same thing.  When I told Bill,
he laughed about it too.  We then discussed our techniques and preferences.
     I tried to reposition my dick in my pants, without Bill seeing what I was doing.  He
smiled at me and admitted to having a bit of a stiff dick himself.  We laughed it off, then sat there
quietly for a few minutes.
     We had started a conversation that didn't include naked wives or blow jobs, when Cindy
walked out of the bedroom.  She had pulled her robe loosely over her shoulders, leaving it gaping
open.  I could see light red marks covering her tits, left by her anxious lovers.
     "I thought you both had left.  Like a one night stand."  She said, with a big smile, as she
walked up to me.  Slipping her arm around my waist, she asked.  "Do you still respect me?"  We
all laughed at that comment, and sat around talking for almost two hours.  Finally, we decided we
needed to sleep, and staggered back to the soggy bed, and collapsed.
     It was almost ten before I awoke, seeing Bill still sleeping.  I heard the shower running in
the lock off and walked in.  I slid the shower curtain aside, and stepped in, grabbing my lovely
wife by the hips.  She squeaked a small alarm, and said.  "I certainly hope you're here because
you're dirty, and not just horny."
     I spun her around, and gave her a deep kiss, asking if it mattered.  With a coy little smile
she shook her head.  "Not really, but I would like to do some sightseeing.  The inside of a
bedroom I can see back home."  I think that got the both of us thinking.  What was going to
happen once we got back home?
     With a serious look, Cindy told me how Bill had put his house up for sale.  He didn't
want to be reminded of Sharon, while he sat around feeling sorry for himself.  "That's a big,
lovely house."  I said.  Cindy nodded.  "I think he would end up regretting not keeping it, since
Sharon loved it so much.  Maybe, we should see if he might want some roommates.