Author: J. Richards
Title: First Aide For Marlow 
Summary: My wife and I attempt to help a friend get over his divorce. 
Keywords:  MF, MFM, Rec.Drugs
				

First Aide For Marlow

Nance opened her eyes when she felt herself tip over the point of no return as she crashed towards her first orgasm of the afternoon and saw me standing, naked, leaning against the office doorjamb.
 
I raised my glass of champagne to toast her, just as her cunt exploded in hard, muscular contractions around Marlow's cock.  She may have been a bit startled to see me, but the intense sensations that had just started pulsing from her vagina took over all control of her mind and commanded all her attention.  Then her body really took over and her orgasm fully peaked. I was watching as her eyes widened, then became less focused, rolling back and closing as she came. 

As it hit, she screamed: "OOHHHHH...  I'M CUMMINGGG...  NOW...  NOW!  SHOOT IT NOW..!!  FUCK ME, MARLOW!"

My wife's screams and her vagina contracting around his cock had to have been more than enough to drive Marlow over the edge.  

Grabbing her and holding her ass in place, he started drilling her with hard, short strokes, repeatedly pumping into her spasming cunt, until he hit his own point of no return.  I heard him gasp its arrival, then watched as he drove his cock all the way into her.  He held himself rigidly in position, as he started the final act.
  
Leaning against the doorjamb, I was in the perfect position to watch, as his ass muscles tightened and his cock start shooting huge spurts of cum into my wife's waiting vagina.  Cum that he'd been unable to find a repository for during his last six months of celibacy.
  
As his load pulsed into her, Nance moaned.  Then she wrapped her legs around Marlow's waist and arched her hips upward, driving my best friends spasming cock even deeper into her womb, holding it where she could feel it throb and jerk each time her vagina contracted around it.

For a couple of minutes, their bodies stayed locked together in a tight embrace as their individual spasms kept triggering one another.  Both of them were breathing in tortured gasps, trying to suck air into their lungs.  Marlow's hips continued to slowly pump into and out of my wife's sex saddle as Nance's pelvis humped upward each time she felt his semi-hard prick pulse into her cunt.  Finally, their orgasms ebbed, the throbbing of their coupled sex organs stopped, and Marlow pulled out and dismounted, leaving a white trail of sperm behind him that connected to the pink tinged channel that he'd just vacated.
  
"Hi, Jake." he said when he saw me.
 ____________________________________________________________________________________
	
When I answered the phone around 8:00 in my home office earlier that day I immediately recognized my oldest, best friend from my past. 

"Hey, Jake! What's going on out there in Colorado?"

"Marlow!  By God it's great to hear your voice!  Where are you?"  I answered.

"Well, actually I'm at the Monterey airport and I'm just about to get on a jet to head toward my new job in Santa Fe tomorrow.  I thought it would be a blast to stop by and take you and Nance out to dinner.  I have a free pass to get off in Denver and can get the next plane to Santa Fe tomorrow at noon.  What do you say?"

Marlow had been my best friend from about 7th grade on and we knew each other as well as two brothers.  Hell, he WAS my brother from another mother. My wife, Nance, knew it (and really liked him) and anyone who'd ever been around us knew it.  Marlow was my Bro.  That meant, when I heard his plans, I was concerned.
	
You see, Marlow was a "True Californian", not a Native Californian relocated to Colorado, like me.  He loved the state where he was born and had never been farther away than a trip or two with his wife of twenty-something years, Peg.  He had a great job, a paid off house, kids just about to graduate from major 
Universities and had always seemed happy.  Until now. 

"Marlow, are you O.K.?  What can I do, buddy?  What happened?  Speak to me." 

There was a long pause on the line.  

"Marlow?"

"Yeah, I'm here." he said.
  
His voice was totally different now.  "We're gonna be getting a divorce, Jake.  After all this time, a divorce.  Shit!  Peg has been sneaking out to ride this guy living up the hill for the past year and she wants to get a divorce so she can fuck him all the time, so I'm out of here.  I was able to get a great job in Santa Fe, doing pretty much what I do out here and really want to get away from the shitty situation.  I've been like a goddamn hermit since she told me about her "riding lessons" 6 months ago and I need to get the hell out of Dodge. Maybe I'll meet a pretty young thing like Nance!  But more than likely, I'll just disappear.  
Hell, I don't know. Jake, I apologize, but I'm feeling pretty beat up and need to be around people who I know like me.  Can I come out and have a drink with you and Nance?  Please?  Pretty Please??"

"Hey, Bro, we're here and waiting.  And I'll be grilling for dinner, got that? When will your plane be landing?"

I'll have to admit I felt real good about responding with out additionally exclaiming, "Holy Shit! You What??"

I must have said the right thing, however, since I thought I heard Marlow give a small, muffled sob before he said, "Thanks, Jake.  I couldn't think of anybody else but you and Nance.  I'm coming in sometime around 11:15 on United."
 
I checked my wristwatch, "You got it. I'll be at the pick-up terminal.  Just look for the guy with the moustache and cowboy hat who's got your 6, my friend."  

I could hear the announcement for his plane in the background and said, "Sounds like it's time to go 'Up, Up and Away', so I'll see you in about 3 hours.  Be safe."  

Marlow said his good byes and hung up.  

I sat for several minutes, then got up to go find and inform my lovely wife of our impending visit.

Nance was in her garden room getting dirty with a day lily when I found her.  

"Got a minute?" I asked.  She looked at me and I could see her reacting to my face.  

"Is there something wrong Jake?"  She frowned, as she wiped off her hands and walked over to me.
  
"I just talked to Marlow, Nance.  Peg is filing for a divorce and he's relocating to Santa Fe as of tomorrow.  He's flying in to Denver in about 3 hours and asked to come be with us for a bit today.  Basically, he seems to be looking for us to be a "port in the storm" for him and is feeling rather beat up.  The worst part, though, is that he appears to have lost his sense of self-confidence. He wants to just spend some time before he'll be leaving tomorrow morning...  Shit."
  
I put my arms around my wife and just gave her a big squeeze.

"Oh, Jake!  I'm so sorry.  Poor Marlow. What can I do to help?"

I looked at my wife and realized that I really didn't have a clue to help her, or me, help our friend.  

From the beginning, Marlow had always been the stoic type.  He kept his feelings 
pretty much to himself and always acted like he could "make things happen" to 
keep life positive.  Unfortunately, that meant that he sometimes forgot to 
support or pay attention to others around him, especially the few women he'd 
been involved with over his life. But that style was who he was.  For me, he was 
a fantastic friend and very able, but I realized, early on, that he was really 
not all that confident around women, although no one would ever know.  And with 
that one thought, it hit me.  There was something that we could do for our 
friend!  Then I realized that, for it to work, I'd have to set up a scenario 
that would involve both Marlow and Nance and that I could only hope that it 
would just "play out" positively during his stay. 

If Nance and I could pull it off, I knew it would be effective and would help 
our friend get his self-confidence back.  The one part that I was a bit unsure 
of, for the project to succeed, was getting Nance to become an active part of 
the healing process without telling her what to do, since that would defeat the 
goal and probably make things worse.  However, I knew my wife and I knew that 
she truly cared for Marlow and would do anything she saw necessary to help him.  
On top of that, she was the one person I knew that had the God given ability to 
affect the cure that I knew (and I think she subliminimally knew) was needed--in 
effect she was Marlow's first aide.  But to get "our" project moving, I needed 
to get us both thinking in the same direction.

"Nance, I'm starting to see a way that we might help our friend.  Have I ever 
told you about Marlow and me during High School?  Does the term 'The Horn Dogs' 
ring a bell?"

Nance shook her head, "Nope. You've told me a lot about the things you guys did 
together and that he was almost a "live in brother" in your family.  But other 
than that, is there something else?"

I nodded and said, "Come on, my Love.  Let's go into the den and get something 
to drink and let me tell you about us back then."  With that I walked her into 
the house and started to set the plan in effect.

Even though it was early, I poured myself a shot of Heradura tequila and got 
Nance a class of Pinot Gris to set beside our chairs, then got comfortable and 
started telling a story from my past.

"Well, Marlow and I, as I've told you, did most everything together from the 
beginning of Middle school to when we went to different schools after high 
school, a period of about six years.  One of the major things I recall about the 
two of us was how we relied on one another, as we navigated our sexual coming of 
age during adolescence.  Remember, this was back in the '60's and there was lots 
of sexy stimulation around but most of it was undercover or hush-hush, so we 
bounced ideas and fantasies off each other all the time, trying to basically 
figure out 'How do you use this thing?' that suddenly began getting so hard when 
girls were around."
  
With that, Nance grinned and let out a laugh.  "I can just see the two of you 
looking at Playboy centerfolds and ogling the girls, Jake!  You know, it was 
pretty much the same for us girls of that time."

I nodded.  "Yep, Playboy was a mainstay and, since we were both on the swimming 
team, we spent most of the time in the pool due to the woodys the girls on the 
team promoted in our Speedos.  I swear, they must have had an on-going 
competition, trying to get all of us guys hard!  Especially me, since I was on 
the diving team and displayed out in front of God and everyone and had a very 
tight Speedo issued for my diving.  But I digress.
  
Marlow and I were always talking about the girls: who had the biggest tits, 
whose nipples seemed to be the hardest, and what we'd love to do to them.  It 
never ceased to keep us hard, although we still weren't quite sure what you were 
supposed to do.  Then I found the pictures.
 
I was looking through my folk's bedroom drawers one night, when they were out at 
a party, when I ran across a fairly well hidden, secret "hidey hole" my Dad had 
built in under the drawers. I was able to open the little latch and found about 
15 black and white pictures secreted there.  

They must have been French postcards or something, but they were totally 
explicit and allowed me, and later Marlow, to see what the sex act was all 
about.  Several of the shots showed two guys mounting the same woman, one of 
them showing her as she orgasmed, with her rider pumping his semen into her.  
Then there was a group of pictures showing two couples swapping rides, with the 
women smiling as they came and the last one of the series showing the major 
amount of cum dripping from both of the ladies cunt lips. Another series showed 
a man being sucked to hardness, then penetrating his partner in multiple stages 
until he had socked himself all the way in to her; the last shot of the series 
showed him pulling out, with his sperm dripping from her open pussy.  The last 
shots showed various pairing: a woman lying back in a large chair, her legs 
splayed and very open, while being mounted by a German Shepard with the 
resulting outpouring of his doggy cum very visible.  Another showed a woman 
being taken doggy style while sucking a man lying on his back, and the last 
series showed a black man with a very large cock, as he entered, totally filled 
and then pulled out of an enthusiastic, petite, white woman who was lying on her 
back, totally spread, again showing copious amounts of cum.  What I noticed from 
Dad's pictures was that all of the women seemed to be really enjoying their 
carnal experiences and that they seemed to be able to handle any and all types 
and sizes of male appendages slid into them.  And not just human!"  

At this point Nance (who was breathing fairly fast at this point) said, "Yup!  
Any and all.  That's the way it's built."

I continued, "Well, when I showed the stash to Marlow the next time my folks 
were out, we both got so excited that we shot twin loads of cum across the 
bathroom while looking at the pictures, and that must have been at least 5 
feet."  Nance's eyebrows raised at that, saying, "Oh, My!" as she visualized the 
scene of flying semen.
   
I continued, "After that experience, we started to call ourselves the Horn Dogs.  
We both were totally horny and would have fucked anything that had a crack in 
it, like most of the dogs we'd grown up with in our neighborhood.  

During that summer, the Horn Dog's primary reoccurring erotic fantasy involved 
us inviting, or abducting, the daughter of a friend of both our families, a 
cute, buxom, blonde 16 year old named Sharon. In our dream, she was to be 
spirited by the two of us into the foothills of the Sierras to be seduced and 
then massively fucked multiple times to everyone's delight. The only problem 
was, she didn't know we existed and we were too scared to make any moves that 
would make us look silly. We would get together and jack off, as we talked about 
what we would do with her, but we never got to the doing stage.
  
After that summer, I got a job and became involved with sports at school and 
other projects outside.  Marlow went into other things and, though we were still 
best friends and saw each other "around", we went in different directions.  My 
path led me through college and several graduate programs and professional work 
and culminated in my meeting you, my love, while Marlow bounced around 
professionally.  

Shortly after you and I met, Marlow met Peg, after he saw how much fun we were 
having.  Basically, he wanted to find his Nance, since he always had the hots 
for you.  You know that, right?"  Nance smiled at my assertion, so I continued 
with my suspicion that he'd hooked up with her when he found that she could deal 
with his lack of sexual sophistication.  Then I finished with, "Anyway, that's 
how it went down as Horn Dog lore."  
Nance said, "And now he's adrift after loosing the one lady his sense of self-
confidence was based on."
  
"Yup." I added, "The worst thing for him is being alone and not getting laid but 
his problem is keeping him from doing what he needs to do: be with others and 
get laid."

When I finished the story, Nance reached out and took a large gulp of her wine.  
"Wow. Jake, now I see the problem.  You know, there are lots of guys out there 
like Marlow.  What they want is what most women want: Closeness and physical 
intimacy, but no one wants to look needy, weak or unwanted.  Thank God I met 
you.  How come you're different?"

"In one word? I believe it was my education.  I got very focused on learning about human 
sexuality and relationships through out school and worked in various mental 
health fields when I got out.  I also, as you know, have always been into 
reading and looking for some level of wisdom in the various spiritual paths I've 
been exposed to and used that study to support my mental health work.  So, 
basically, education.  And practice!"

"Oooo, I love the practice, Cowboy!  Especially the Tantric practice!!  But, 
back to the problem, what should we do?"

I looked at my wife.  "Honey, I think the best thing we can do is let him talk, 
relax with him, drink a bit, fire up a multitude of joints, then take a Jacuzzi 
and hang out and see where it leads us.  At the very least I think my Bro will 
get out of his doldrums.  Is that O.K. with you?"

"Cowboy, we're on the same page.  How 'bout if you go and get him and give him 
some "guy time" on the way home. I'll get things ready for the two of you and 
fix some finger foods and stuff for the day ahead.  You're still on to grill 
tonight, right?  Any thing else that I can do?"

"You know, Darlin', there is something that you can do that I can't.  Since 
Marlow is feeling unappreciated by women, anything you can do to show him he's 
an appreciated male will help.  So, just be you.  Laugh with him, just have fun.  
I know you like my Bro, so I assume that won't be too difficult, right?  To have 
fun?"

Nance nodded and said, "I'm already ahead of you, Jake.  Just watch out, 'cause 
I'm planning on charming his socks off, then I'll get that bad boy out of his 
depression and, hopefully, I'll be showing him that he's still a good looking 
male, to boot.  I can handle that by using my feminine wiles on him, O.K.?  
Marlow doesn't have a chance when confronted by a woman with a goal!!"

I took her in my arms, "Nance, I love you!  He doesn't have a chance.  I really 
appreciate your help with our best friend's problem and anything you think would 
work, do it.  Besides, I love watching you be sexy anytime and anywhere around 
other guys.  Hell, I've even told you about my major sexual fantasy of you, 
remember? About watching you get mounted, penetrated and cream filled in front 
of me and then me getting to be your second rider and taking you through 
multiple orgasms before shooting.  Now, that's hot!!"

Nance just smiled.  "Yes you have, and after your story, I think I see where 
that fantasy comes from, although I'd love to see the photos with the German 
Sheppard!  Anyway, don't be surprised if I'm showing more skin than normal when 
you get home with our walking wounded. Speaking of which, isn't it about time 
for you to head to the airport?"

I glanced at my watch and realized that time had flown and that I'd better get 
moving.  "You're right, baby.  I'll head out and see you in about 3 hours."  
With that I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.
  
I made the pick-up point at DIA about 5 minutes early and grabbed a cup of 
coffee (what's with this $2.00 per cup of bad coffee experience at the airport 
that I'm missing?).  I sat down and settled my head to hopefully figure out the 
next 24 hours that would be starting when Marlow showed his ugly face, the Dog!  

Everything I'd told Nance had been spot on.  We had become two howling, horny 
dogs that summer and we had learned about the carnal rumba from the pictures.  
What I hadn't focused on was the difference that had emerged that summer.  
Basically, I'd come to look more like the black dude in size (8" or so), but 
thicker, and Marlow had remained a fairly normal 5 inches.  Now, that didn't 
make any difference to me (Duh!), but my best friend started to see us as 
different. I always suspected that his moving into other social groups in High 
School was the result of our "differences".
  
When we got back together in the late '70's, Marlow had been out in the world, 
like in San Francisco in the '60's, and seemed to have dealt with his issue and 
was fairly together.  When he met Nance, I could see his heart flip and I 
couldn't have agreed more.  She was stunning then and she still is.  Great body 
and breasts, a winning personality, and, most importantly, he liked her and she 
liked him.  We all bonded and when he introduced us to Peg, I could see what he 
was trying to do.  But she wasn't Nance.
  
My wife was, and is, very sexual and enjoys engaging in the horizontal rumba 
(and any other variation!) deeply and frequently.  After our first years 
together, I'd started thinking of her as my "little cum bunny", based on her 
fondness for multiple orgasms and repeated ejaculations.  

Interestingly, we'd never gotten into any level of "swinging" or swapping, since 
we seemed to be enough for each other.  However, we'd always been into sharing 
sexual fantasies and the major focus for both of us always seemed to be involved 
with having another guy and I working together to "tag-team" my lovely wife 
through multiple orgasms. The scene would usually include both of us shooting 
into her numerous times, as we filled her up to overflowing, but we'd never 
found anyone that fit the bill.  She also seemed open to other erotic 
alternatives, and there had been a great couple that we hung out with several 
years ago, but it had never gone beyond several nude soaks in their Jacuzzi 
before they relocated down to Santa Fe.
  
But that's Nance, and Marlow's wife was just not like Nance.  She was fairly 
conservative, sexually, and veered away from any physical display, as in hot 
tubs, saunas, and the like, or at least that's where she had been before meeting 
her riding instructor.

So, that's what I was dealing with.  I was going to see what my Bro was doing in 
his head and then, hopefully, line him up for some relaxing and getting in touch 
with a part of himself I'd known from our past.  I knew that I had a compatriot 
in Nance, but it would be up to her to "make the connection" with Marlow and to 
his past and I had no idea where that would lead her (or him, or me).  I just 
trusted Nance to make the best decision.

I was pulled back into reality by a voice calling my name.  

"Jake!  Wake up you old hoot!  I'm here!!"  I looked toward the debarkation portal 
and saw my old friend striding toward me.  From that point on it was small talk, 
picking up suitcases and getting on the road to get home before we started to talk.  
As he was looking at the magnificent Rockies, shimmering in a mid '80's, blue sky 
summer day, he filled me in on the "sordid" details of the divorce.  
Evidentially, Peg had been getting pumped at least 3 times a week during the 
last year or so and seemed to have enjoyed the carnal attention.  Marlow looked 
at me and said, "Hell, Jake, I'd have been more than happy to fuck my wife more!  
She just didn't seem interested.  Go figure."
  
I just kept driving, but I knew that she'd probably given some indications that 
he'd missed.  A bit later he started to talk about his sense of having lost his 
sense of confidence.
  
"I don't know, Jake, but I used to feel like I could get things to happen.  It 
was like I knew that I had the power to be effective.  But now, I feel empty.  I 
used to think ladies would see me as powerful and sexy; now I assume they see me 
as a blob, a nothing, a zero.  I feel that I'm fucked!"  

I just kept driving.

As we pulled into the gravel drive that wound up to our home outside Boulder, I 
was getting more convinced that the process that I'd started would work.  I 
parked the car in front of the house and grabbed Marlow's luggage as I ushered 
him through the front door.  And there was Nance, in a lacey, tied top and a 
white see-through mini-skirt.
  
"Marlow!!  Welcome and come here and kiss me!"  With that welcome my lovely (and 
scantily clad) wife grabbed my friend and began talking and walking him into the 


rest of the house with her arm linked to his.  I just smiled and took his bags 
up to his room, then headed down to make up some Margaritas for us to get 
comfortable with.
  
When I walked into the patio area, I saw Nance laying on one of the 3 encircled 
chaise lounges, her feet pointed towards Marlow's.  There was a third lounge in 
the circle next to his that was asking me to come and get comfortable, which I 
did, after passing out drinks to everyone.
  
"Marlow, welcome to Colorado.  It's good to see your ugly face sitting there!" I 
said as I toasted him with a clink, matched by Nance's, as I sat down.  Then I 
asked the most important, unanswered question. "My friend, what is it we can do 
to help during your visit?"

Marlow sat back and I could see him fully relax.  "Jake, Nance, just being here 
with the two of you is what I needed.  It's been crazy out in California for the 
last half year and I was loosing myself, but this feels real to me, not like 
what I was dealing with.  Thanks.  I just want to lay back and get comfortable."
I liked what I was hearing, so I moved into the next stage of the plan with, 
"Well then, you Dog, how 'bout a toke on a nicely packed joint?  It's guaranteed 
to get you comfortable." producing the major joint I'd been secreting in my 
shirt pocket.
  
"I would never have believed that you'd gotten into drugs!  I'm shocked!  
Shocked, I say!!" said my friend with a knowing smile.  "Are you guys into sex 
and rock and roll as well?"
  
Nance laughed, "Absolutely, Marlow!  What do you think we do out here on a 
beautiful summer afternoon with the Rockies leering at us?  Bake bread?"  With 
that she reached over and turned on the patio sound system where an Eagle's song 
just happened to be advising "Taking It To The Limits." With that kind of lead-
in, it only seemed right to flick my Bic and torch our first joint.

After holding it in for a bit, I moved over to Nance's lounge, leaned over and 
gave my love a kiss and exhaled my smoke into her lungs.  When I saw the 
question in Marlow's face I explained, "Nance doesn't like the heat of the smoke 
from a joint, so I usually give her a kiss and give her my cool smoke when I 
exhale."   My friend got into it immediately, especially the part about kissing 
my wife, and we started funneling smoke Nance's way as we burned that first 
joint.  

Fortunately, I'd thought to bring a few spares and we finished the second before 
going back to our lounges to enjoy the ganja haze that had enveloped the patio.  
I noticed that my love was responding in her normal fashion of getting turned on 
by the dope (and she had gotten double the amount Marlow and I were getting). 
From where I was sitting, next to Marlow, I could tell that my wife was 
physically responding to the dope big time, as her hard nipples were poking out 
and stretching the fabric of her top.
  
Then she "innocently" moved her legs apart.
  
I assume that Marlow was seeing the same thing I was, since we were both 
looking, essentially, all the way up her skirt and could plainly see her 
engorged clit peeking out from her slit.  I knew that, if he wasn't hard yet 
from the view we were getting, there was something drastically wrong with my 
Bro!  When I raised my eyes to hers, I saw a small wink and realized that my 
plan was working and so was hers!!

After a brief eternity, Nance closed her legs to get up to pour more Margs for 
everyone.  When she sat back down, we moved into talking about "other things", 
even though the sexual energy was palpable.  For the next half hour our guest 
talked about his problem and what he was moving towards.  When it came to his 
new location down in Santa Fe, Nance started to support his decisions to "get 
involved" and "find a lady that can have fun!" as well as suggesting ways to 
"score" out here in the south-west.
  
"Marlow, just be a cowboy.  Hell, you grew up where the Visalia saddle was 
invented.  Get in touch with your inner cowboy!  Out here, ladies love farm 
hands.  Actually, they love them all over their bodies!"
 
That got Marlow laughing and he almost inhaled most of his Marg.  He was 
obviously enjoying himself, so I pulled out yet another joint and we proceeded 
to get even more wasted. When we finished and sat back down again, it was 
obviously time to move to the next level, since I (and Marlow) could see that 
Nance's labia were very pink and very open, a sure sign that my lovely wife was 
ready to party.  Marlow was showing the sure sign of male readiness, since his 
pants were very tented.
  
I got up and announced that I'd neglected to pick up some more tequila and wine 
for dinner and that I'd be back in about 30 minutes, then grabbed my keys and 
headed out.  When I put my hand on the doorknob I turned and called back, "Why 
don't you guys make sure the Jacuzzi is operational?  Oh, and there are several 
more joints in the "office" to be burned.  Now you have a mission! I'll be 
back!" before I disappeared.

Actually, rather than getting into the car, I just went and removed the grocery 
bag from the trunk, then went out to my shop with the wine and tequila I'd 
bought on the way to the airport.  After putting everything down on my shop 
table, I turned on the audio feed that I'd put into the house several years 
before, which allowed me to hear what was being discussed through out most of 
the house and on the patio.  I poured myself a nice shot of Heradura and sat 
down in my comfortable directors chair and started listening to the repartee 
that was coming from the patio.

As I turned up the volume, I could hear Marlow.
  
"Nance, thank you and Jake for having me.  You two are the best."

"Aww Marlow," said Nance, "you and my husband are my main men!  I mean, who'd 
ever thought that I could get the two Horn Dogs together?  Now, that's a girls 
erotic dream!"

"Did Jake tell you about that?  By God, we really were Horn Dogs back then.  I 
wish we'd known you then!!"
My wife responded, "I hope you mean that in the biblical sense, Marlow."

With that they laughed and then Marlow asked if I had a pair of swimming trunks 
he could use for the Jacuzzi.  Nance explained that we didn't have or need 
trunks, since the house rule was birthday suits in the Jacuzzi.
  
"Come on Marlow, I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours!  Lets get wet."

I could hear garments being rustled off and the sound of bodies making waves, 
then the pump came on, masking most of my eavesdropping.  After about 5 minutes 
the pump went off and I heard Nance say that I had probably moved them and heard 
her getting out of the spa and heading into the office room where I'd left the 
joints.  "Did you look in the nightstand?  He usually leaves them there with a 
lighter."

I heard the drawer open and Marlow say, "Yep, here they are."  Then I heard the 
lighter flame and my best friend toking up.  After a bit, I heard my wife's 
voice say, very seductively,  "How 'bout a bit of smoke for a horny lady, you 
Dog."
  
From that point on I was treated to an erotic audio feed, as I listened to Nance 
and Marlow smoke, kiss and sigh as their bodies got very high and all 
comfortable on the bed that is also in the office, or guest room as Nance likes 
to call it.  After listening to the two of them doing two joints, I heard Marlow 
start to moan.
 
I smiled, knowing that my lovely wife had probably just deep throated him and 
was massaging his shaft with her throat muscles.  Nance had learned, over time, 
how to use her considerable oral skills to always get that same moan from me.  
Then I heard, "O.K. Dog, I got it hard, now it's your turn to use that thing to 
make me cum. How do you want me?"
 
Marlow said, "How about just laying back and let me improvise.  Nance, I haven't 
been sexually active for the last 6 months, and I might need to make multiple 
deposits, if you?re willing. I'd really like to unload everything that I've got 
stored up and I'm ready to get my reserves pumped dry.  O.K.?"

"Oh, Marlow!  Darlin', that's no problem at all.  I love getting pumped!"

With that, I turned down the audio in my shed and went into the kitchen to 
prepare a celebration to Love.  I pulled a bottle of champagne and glasses from 
the fridge while I was hearing Nance gasp, "Oh!  Marlow!! Right there!  
Mmmm...You Dog!!!"
  
I just smiled and took off my clothes, noticing how hard the sounds were making 
me.
  
About half the way through filling the second champagne flute, Nance started to 
moan.  When I topped off the last flute, my wife was starting to groan.  That 
really turned me on!!  I loaded the tray with glasses, food and other fixings 
and walked on down the hallway to the bookshelf outside the office, where I put 
the tray down.  Before looking around the doorjamb, with a glass in my hand, I 
just stood and listened, as my lady gasped, "Ohh, Marlow!  Do me Dog...Fuck me 
hard and make me cum.  Then I want you and Jake to treat me to a classic Sierra 
foothills Horn Dog orgy.  O.K.?"


I smiled and listened to the sounds of carnal enjoyment coming from the office 
for several minutes, then I heard Nance say, in a strained voice, "I hope you're 
ready, Dog,  'Cause I'mhmm... I'm, Oh Yea.. starting to orgasm..."
 
I quietly slipped my body around the corner, preceded by my rock hard cock, and 
leaned my nude body against the doorframe, toasting my lovely wife just as she 
tripped over from pre-orgasmic to the orgasmic level.  Her eye's opened and she 
saw me, watching her.  Then her orgasm hit.  Since I was behind Marlow, I saw it 
when his cock started spraying his cum into her.  My friend fired five very 
large loads of sperm before holding himself deep in Nance's womb for a couple of 
minutes, enjoying the energy, as their bodies stayed locked together in a tight 
embrace and their individual spasms kept triggering one another.  Both of them 
were breathing in large gasps, trying to suck air into their lungs.  

Then Marlow's hips started to pump again, slowly, almost languidly, in my wife's 
sex saddle as Nance's pelvis humped upward each time she felt his semi-hard 
prick pulse in her cunt.  Finally, their orgasms ebbed, the throbbing of their 
coupled sex organs slowed, then stopped.  Marlow pulled out and dismounted, 


leaving a white trail of sperm behind him that connected to the pink tinged 
channel that he'd just vacated.
  
"Hi, Jake." he said when he saw me.

That's when I said, "Sweet!  Marlow, we've finally found a Sierra foothills orgy 
volunteer!  Anyone want a bit of the bubbly?  That was so hot!!!" and started 
handing out libations to support the post-prandial satisfaction.  And, 
hopefully, re-start the orgy.  Or at least something like that.
  
Nance blew me a kiss as she lay back against a pillow and watched me from 
between her legs, asking for a glass of champagne, which I delivered, for a 
kiss.  I then gave my glass to Marlow and, after soundly kissing my wife, moved 
on down from her lips to her other lips, thereby finding her clit and getting 
down to something I love nibbling on, eliciting a hiss from my foxy lady.  

After 5 minutes and having started one orgasm, I slid myself deeply into Nance's 
grotto and worked on a set of long, slow insertions and exertions that, 
eventually, ended in yet another for her.  

Marlow was lying on the bed, watching us, and was slowly inflating his ardor as 
I started to peak and shoot.  Nance felt me expand and rotated her hips to allow 
me a straight shot, which I took.  I added my load to Marlow's and stirred for 
all I was worth.
  
Afterwards, I kissed Mrs. Jake and dismounted, only to be given my drink, 
freshened, and then firmly moved to the side while my best friend, sporting a 
revived unit, slipped between her open legs to re-mount my wife.
   
I lit a joint, inhaled, then put it to Marlow's lips to give him a toke.  To 
take care of the joint, Marlow held himself stable, balancing on his toes and 
fingertips while he inhaled, keeping his cockhead inserted between Nance's pink 
labia.  When he was ready to share, he lowered himself with his arms, allowing 
his cock to slide all the way in while he kissed her and passed her the smoke. 
When they were done, Marlow made several long slides to get fully into my wife's 
groove as she synched her hips to his, opening fully to him.  As he got up to 
speed, I heard my cum bunny let out a "Wheee!" of appreciation.
    
From that point on, I knew that Marlow was on the road to mending.
 
As I watched, I realized that it only made sense to turn from first aid to a 
celebration, Horn Dog style!  I wandered out of the office while Nance was 
moaning her approval to her rider, and went to pick up several other bottles of 
wine and the other joints from my "special" stash to enhance the action at the 
orgy.  

When I returned, Marlow was again on his hands and toes, bridged above Nance's 
writhing body as she spread herself for him, accepting his plunging cock.  Since 
they seemed to be having a great time, I grabbed the tray and took everything 
out to set up the party by the Jacuzzi. 

Just as I had put everything out, about 3 minutes later, I heard Marlow groan.  

I knew that my Horn Dog bro must have just finished making yet another deposit 
to my wife's account, and, from the sound emitting from the office, everybody 
was happy with the results.  Very happy!!
  
I was sitting in the spa when Nance waltzed out of the doorway in all her 
radiant, nude, post-prandial glory.  She looked great!  Her hair was a bit 
disheveled and there were twin streams of cum sliding down the insides of her 
thighs and several large creamy deposits in her pubic hair, but she looked 
fantastic.  She struck a sexy pose, saying, "Ta Daa!"
  
When he followed her through the door, Marlow just looked totally happy.  "God, 
Jake, that was stupendous!!  Nance, you are a total fox.  I've never had 
anything close to what we all just did. You guys!!  Thank you so much.  I really 
needed that!!"  He put his arm around Nance and gave her a squeeze, then moved 
his hand to allow himself access to her right breast while his semi-hard dick 
began bobbing and started to show some pre-cum.  

"Marlow, you truly are a Horn Dog!"  my wife laughed, as she gripped, and then 
started stroking, his slick rod, which rapidly became very rigid in her grip.
  
"Sorry Nance," said Marlow looking at her hand fondling his dick, "I can't get 
it to go down.  After six months, it just keeps looking for something to shoot 
at!"
  
"Well, we'll just have to do something about that, right Jake?  How 'bout if we 
can find a target for you to shoot in.  I mean at!"  My wife looked at me and 
smiled, then she led Marlow into the Jacuzzi by pulling on his push stick.

From that point on we moved through multiple sexual combinations and erotic 
couplings, repeated orgasms with mixed fillings, a fantastic dinner and 
salacious discussions until about 1 o'clock, when the three of us retired to the 
manor's large king sized bed, exhausted.
  
I came out of an erotic dream sometime before dawn to hear Nance, lying on her 
back, softly moaning while Marlow bottomed out deep in her womb.  I listened 
until I heard the two of them gasp their orgasms, and then went back to my 
dreams with a smile on my lips. 
  
 I started to come awake sometime later, as the sun started to stream into our 
bedroom.  Then I felt Nance's hand gently sliding up and down my cock.  I became 
more aware and noticed that she was being gently bumped towards me as Marlow, 
working on her from behind, kept using his push stick.
  
"Morning, my Love.  Oh!"  Said my wife, as he pushed into her depths.  "Sleep 
well?  Yesss!!" she then said, as she could feel him expand, just before hitting 
his point of no return.  I pulled her lips toward mine for a morning kiss, just 
as Marlow let out a groan and sprayed his sperm into her depths.  "Oh, Wow!  
That felt divine!  Thanks, Marlow."  Nance said, as she went back to my kiss.
  
After a moment I felt him pull out, so I just moved her onto her back and used 
my morning woody to pleasure my wife to another orgasm.
  
When we were all done and just sitting on the bed, Marlow said, "Well Nance, 
Jake, I guess it's time for me to think about getting to the airport and 
starting my new life.  You know what?  I'm ready for it because of you two!"  He 
just put his arms around the two of us and said, "Thanks."
  
After a short time, Nance sat back and said, "Well, I've never had such a great 
time, guys!  I mean, getting a Horn Dog orgy?  Can a lady ask for more?"
  
Now, try to imagine the scene as I saw it.  There was my lovely wife, languidly 
leaning against a pillow at the head of the bed, with her legs splayed open, 
allowing us to observe the massive load of our creamy cum slowly seeping out of 
her cunt.  

"Look what you Dogs did to this poor little lady!  I've never had so many 
multiple orgasms or so much cum injected by such randy studs for so many hours 
in my whole life!!  I guess that makes me an official Hornette, right?"

Marlow laughed, "Right you are, Nance.  You're the first and, I need to point 
out," with that he dipped his finger into the cream flowing from her and licked 
it off,  "you're  definitely the first creamed filled Hornette in the Order, but 
you're not going to be the last!!  When I meet my Hornette in Santa Fe, we're 
going to have a Second Horn Dog Rocky Mountain orgy where ever you two choose, 
my treat!"  We all did a high five and headed out of the bedroom to Marlow's new 
life.

                           Epilog

We hadn't heard from Marlow for more than a week, after he left for Santa Fe, so 
it was great to get a call from my excited wife informing me of a communication 
from the Dog.

"Jake, he's doing great!"  was the first thing I heard from the phone.

"HiYa, Darlin'.  Who He?"
  
"Marlow, oh slow one.  He just called and he's settled in.  And he's already 
meeting some folks that seem really nice.  And he's getting laid!  How's that!!"

Well I had to give it to my wife for good news.  "Any thing you can relate?" I 
asked.

"Oh yes!  Jake, do you remember the Johnson's?

I racked my brain, and then I had a bell go off.  "Weren't they that nice couple 
we nude soaked with several years ago?  The one's we got the idea for the 
Jacuzzi from.  And, if my memory is working, weren't they the one's who moved 
down to San..."

"Santa Fe!" finished my love.  "I still had Sharon and Brad's cell phone number, 
so I took it upon myself to 'let someone know' about Marlow's relocation and 
pass on his cell-phone number that morning when you were driving him to the 
airport.  Sharon was so glad to hear from me (and, by the way, she and Brad want 
to get together to host the 2nd Horn Dog Rocky Mountain gathering) she just 
talked my ear off, and when I told her of our project, and his, you know, need 
for contact, she was totally sympathetic of Dog's issue.  

Even better, the two of them are members at an exclusive nudist camp down there, 
where Marlow is to be their guest and there are ample sources of female 
companionship available. Besides, she was more than intrigued by my blow-by-blow 
description of the Horn Dog orgy you orchestrated for us, so I figured that 
something good would happen for our friend.  

Just now, when I was talking to him, Marlow said that Sharon and Brad called him 
on his cell-phone that afternoon when he'd arrived and invited him over to have 
drinks, a soak and dinner that first night.  

Well, I guess, after dinner, Sharon took over as being the "after dinner 
dessert" for him and Brad until 'way late.  Suffice it to say that our horny 
friend spent his first night in Santa Fe wined, dined, smoked and happily 
fucked.  He said that, after he filled Sharon the third time, he officially made 
her an honored Hornette and Brad is in training to become the third Horn Dog 
(and really wants to set up scheduled work outs for him and Marlow to practice 
on Sharon), so all is looking good and the Horn Dog membership is growing!"

After we had set up to go out for dinner to celebrate, I laughingly told Nance 
how much I loved her, showering my prescient wife with "Good Ideas!" for setting 
up our friend for his new life style, then gave her a kiss over the phone, 
before hanging up and going back to my day and the new possibilities that were 
just beginning to seep into my devious mind.  Sweet!

END
