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  "Hey Ashton! Is this what you call roughing it?" Luke calls out, raising a bit of a laugh.

  Ashton and Catherine have visited the lake each month for the past year and a half, staying for weekends at the guest house not far away and allowing Carter to have sex with Catherine. Ashton was the one to suggest the destination for a bit of a getaway.

  "Well we're going to catch our own fish, aren't we?" Ashton calls back at Luke. "That's almost like hunting for food. Plus it's a fair way across to the village, and that boat hasn't got a motor."

  There’s a rowboat tied to a small jetty. Keith shakes his head. "Fuck that, I'm driving to town."

  Each of the men are on their own balcony. "No – we all agreed, no cars while we're here,” Ashton laughs. “So it's row or walk, buddy!"

  "Or there's a takeout menu on the fridge," Luke suggests. "Anything you want delivered in thirty minutes."

  Down in the kitchen the women have begun unpacking the food and trashing the missing member of the group.

  "That little slut," Barbra says. "She wouldn't have been game to let on that she wasn't coming earlier, but I'll bet she had this planned all along."

  It’s the first chance the three women have had to talk without any of the men around since they left home early that morning, which was the first they knew about Lola's sudden 'business trip'.

  "Although I wouldn't mind a weekend at the Hyatt with Jason Worth," Sarah suggests thoughtfully.

  “Oh really?" Barbra enquires. "Fancy a romp with a well-built black man, would you?"

  "Um – yes! Well-built and well endowed, no doubt."

  Barbra turns upon Catherine. "What about you, sweetheart, have you ever been with a black man?"

  Catherine blushes. "Uh huh. I've been with a few."

  Both of the older women stop what they’re doing and turn. "A few?" Barbra presses. Obviously wanting more information.

  "Yes – two, actually," Catherine confesses. "One at college and the other more recently…."

  "More recently?" Sarah asks, her mouth hanging open. "How recently exactly?"

  Catherine shrugs innocently. "Um – more recently than my wedding."

  “Oh my God. Slut!" Barbra declares, giggling. Sarah is completely gob smacked.

  The men are coming down the stairs. "I want to know everything," Barbra says to Catherine. "Later, when we get rid of these guys, you're going to talk!"

  ****

  It has been a long day driving, and dinner that night comes from the takeout menu on the fridge. That’s followed by lots of beers and wine. All three women are well and truly relaxed when they’re left alone and finally have a chance to continue their talk. The men have gone down to the lake and are sitting on the jetty chatting.

  "So?" Barbra starts, confronting Catherine. "You were saying something about two black lovers – one since getting married?"

  "Well what can I say? It didn't matter to me that they were black. There've been some white men as well of course."

  "As well? How many?" Sarah asks, pulling her chair around.

  “Oh I don't know. A few."

  “Like who?" Barbra presses excitedly. "Anyone we know?"

  "No. It's usually when we go away. There's no one from where we live now."

  "When you go away with Ashton?" Sarah asks, whispering a bit and looking back over her shoulder, but the men are well out of earshot. "What – do you leave him sleeping in the hotel and..?"

  Catherine giggles. "No! Of course not."

  "Well what then? He knows about it?"

  "Uh huh. He likes to – well not make me do it – but he certainly encourages the other men and offers me to them."

  “Oh my God. What an asshole!" Barbra declares.

  "No he's not," Catherine argues. "I can say no anytime."

  Sarah is fidgeting in her seat. “So you go away together and he picks out some guy to invite back to your room?"

  "Yeah – sort of…. One time it was when we went camping at a beach and there was this old English guy at first, then there were a few others as well during the weekend we were there. Then with some older men when we still lived back home, which is sort of why we moved away. Then there’s a guy who owns a guest house here on this lake. We come and stay for the weekend sometimes and he sleeps with us – like as a threesome. And one time he had another guest who was a black man."

  “Oh shit! So when was the last time?" Barbra asks. "I guess as long as you're willing."

  "I think it's hot," Sarah enthuses. "God I wish Luke would share me around like that."

  Barbra gives Sarah a little look and smile.

  "I mean with other men," Sarah adds with a giggle and a playful push with her foot.

  Catherine picks up the subtle hint. "You mean – you two?" she asks.

  "Well sometimes when the boys aren't around," Barbra confesses. "But I agree, it would be interesting to be shared with another man.”

  "Do you think we could get the boys to do something?" Sarah asks quite seriously. "I actually think Luke would go along with it, and I know Howard would."

  "As long as they thought it was their idea," Barbra laughs. "I know Keith would jump at the chance to get it on with you, Catherine."

  Catherine blushes.

  "Sorry, love, but it's true. He can't keep his eyes off you, if you haven't noticed."

  "Why don't we drop hints to the men tonight and see if they come up with any ideas," Sarah suggests. She’s motivated. "I think if we let each of them know that we girls are all okay with the idea they won't be able to resist.

  “What do you think, Catherine? Are you okay with the idea?"

  "I guess, but I'm more interested in what you girls have been up to. What's that like?"

  Barbra smiles. "Well an orgy's an orgy. We girls are bound to experience some contact."

  She touches Catherine's arm as she speaks, and Catherine's reaction isn't altogether positive. Sarah is actually the more appealing of the two women if it came to experimenting. Catherine imagines them together, and in that she can see Barbra as the dominant, butch lover and Sarah as the submissive, more feminine type.

  “So you’ve been with older men, huh?" Sarah claims Catherine's hands. She’s leaning forward, hushed but excited.

  "Uh huh. Some of them have been quite a bit older."

  "Really? How old?"

  "I don't know. Some in their fifties, I guess. Ashton really likes watching me with older men, and I like being able to please them."

  "To please who – Ashton or the other men?"

  "Well both!"

  Sarah’s touching Catherine's thigh, pressing a little with her warm fingers. Catherine's heart is racing.

  "I like the feel of the other man when he's getting excited – when he's in me or in my mouth. And I like watching Ashton right then."

  Catherine gathers a breath. The other two women do too. The men are right there and sometimes looking over.

  "Let's go inside," Barbra says, standing and taking Sarah's hand.

  Sarah takes Catherine's hand and leads her along. Catherine’s giddy from too much wine, and her legs are weak. Once in the kitchen, Barbra takes Sarah in her arms and kisses her. Catherine watches.

  "Do you want to try it?" Barbra asks, turning Sarah around to face Catherine.

  Catherine shrugs. She feels herself blush.

  "Go on," Barbra whispers to Sarah, and she releases her forward.

  Catherine’s unsure. "But what if one of the men come in?"

  "They'll love it," Barbra answers. "Just relax."

  Sarah steps close and touches Catherine's hair, moving it from her face as she leans in and kisses her cheek. Catherine is backed against the sink. She opens her lips a little as the other woman kisses her mouth. It’s a soft connection and feels nice. She opens her lips again as Sarah's tongue extends a little, which feels sort of strange.

  Sarah is then pulled around, and Barbra kisses her again. She also feels her breast, gently fondling it and pinching the nipple.

>   Catherine is trapped in a corner with the two women leaning quite close. She feels the need to move away, and as Barbra's hand moves to her side and starts lifting toward her breast, she wriggles and pushes clear.

  "Don't," she says shyly. "I don't think I want to."

  ****

  Out on the jetty Luke looks around and notices the girls have vanished. He keeps his voice low anyway. “So we could try to get them to do a bit of skinny dipping at least. I reckon Sarah would be in it."

  “Yeah that'd be sweet," Keith adds, also looking back over his shoulder to make sure he can't be heard by his wife. "What about Catherine, Ashton? Do you reckon she'd do it?"

  "Yeah. She's more open minded than you might think," Ashton answers. Then he downed the last of his beer.

  "How so?" Keith presses. The other two men have shut up and turned with interest.

  "Just that we've done stuff before," Ashton adds coolly. "You know – played around and that."

  "What, with other couples? Swinging?" Howard asks. "I've always wanted to try that."

  "Well not really with couples. Just with other guys," Ashton explains, twisting the cap off another beer.

  "No fucking way!" Luke demands, again checking over his shoulder. "Are you fucking serious?"

  "No he's shitting us," Keith scoffs. "Look at him. Lying arsehole!"

  “Yeah you're full of shit," Luke laughs, just about pushing Ashton off the jetty with a playful shove.

  Ashton ends up with beer everywhere and sits wiping it from his legs while they continue laughing at him and going on about how to get the women naked. A game of strip is mentioned, and the fact that the pool area is secluded means there will possibly be some topless sunbathing at least.

  "Although, I seriously doubt Barbra would actually be in anything," Keith declares, lowering his voice due to the return of the girls.

  ****

  The girls have fresh glasses of wine and settle back in their deck chairs. Sarah appears a little hot and bothered after all the kissing. "So are we going to say anything to the boys tonight? See if they want to play?"

  Catherine can't get the thought of being kissed, or worse, by butch Barbra out of her mind. She doesn't want to hurt Sarah's feelings but needs to say something.

  "No. There's no way I'm going to be used by a bunch of men," Barbra declares, scowling. "Sorry, love, but you're on your own with that."

  Catherine is the first to head up for a shower and bed. Ashton comes in a few hours later and wakes her when he gets in beside her. She lies for a while staring at the ceiling then decides she’s thirsty and sets off in the dark trying to tread as lightly as possible on the bare, squeaky floor boards. There’s no sound in the house, so she assumes everyone is sleeping, but in the kitchen she finds Sarah standing by the light of the open fridge drinking water.

  "Are you thirsty too?" Sarah asks. "I think I drank too much wine."

  “Yes me too." Catherine collects a glass and Sarah fills it.

  Sarah speaks warmly. "I'm sorry about earlier. I hope I didn't embarrass you."

  "No I didn't mind. Actually it was nice," Catherine says. "It's just that Barbra's a bit intimidating, and I didn't want her to – you know."

  "To kiss you?" Sarah utters, swaying close and touching Catherine's hair.

  "Uh huh. I was a bit scared of her."

  "I know. She's kind of pushy, but I don't mind that. Except it was nice to be the aggressive one for a change."

  Both women are in satin. Catherine has on short pyjamas and Sarah’s wearing a chemise. They are of similar build, with Catherine just a few pounds lighter, and both have smallish breasts. Their nipples are firm and pressed against one another as Sarah leans close and kisses Catherine again.

  Catherine feels the soft warmth of the other woman's breasts. She opens her mouth to accept her tongue as their bellies press together, and she can feel Sarah's pubic hair through the silky fabric. They’re exactly the same height, and Sarah’s little bush is gently pressing against her own.

  Catherine continues to return the softly passionate kisses as her pyjama top is being unbuttoned. She allows the other woman to open it and expose her breasts. Then she’s being kissed again as soft fingers are fondling her nipples.

  "Is this okay?" Sarah whispers into Catherine's ear.

  "I don't know. It feels strange," Catherine utters.

  Her top has slipped from her shoulders and is hanging from her elbows as she braces back against the sink. Sarah lifts her chemise and slips it off.

  "What if someone comes?" Catherine whispers excitedly.

  Sarah just smiles and holds Catherine's hips as she presses her neatly trimmed little bush against the crotch of her satin pyjama shorts. She then delicately presses her nipples against Catherine's. She moves her shoulders from side to side making their tight little buds rub against each other and causing their tits to caress.

  "Feels nice, doesn't it?" Sarah asks as she kisses Catherine again.

  Catherine moans as she accepts the kiss and responds. Her pyjama top is being taken away completely, and she wonders how far this is going to go – feeling a little concerned and unsure of what she should do with another woman – how she should touch her in response – whether she should smooth Sarah’s hair as she kisses her way down and opens her warm lips over one of Catherine's aching nipples.

  Catherine’s about to say something, to ask what she should do, when Luke clears his throat with a bit of a chuckle. "Don't let me interrupt," he says apologetically.

  Catherine jumps and quickly folds her arms across her breasts. Her face is on fire. The guy is grinning as he looks her over.

  “Oh don't worry about him," Sarah giggles, but Catherine is very worried about being caught half naked making out with another woman. She snatches her pyjama top from the floor and hurries from the room and back up the stairs without stopping to put it on.

  Once in bed beside her sleeping husband the embarrassment fades, though, and the thrill of what she has just done warms her belly again. She’s extremely wet down there, and her fingers slip in easily to find her clit swollen, and she rubs it a little as she remembers the feel of the other woman's kisses – just a little, though. It was an interesting experience and very exciting, but she doesn't want to cum.

  ****

  Howard has no interest in fishing, so with the other guys out on the lake he’s left alone with the women. Actually he’s left alone completely for a few hours while the women go to the village to shop, but when they return all three of them come out for a swim in the pool.

  Howard lies on a deckchair watching Catherine. She looks good, and he barely glances at the other two women as they saunter around wet and glistening. Catherine has on a tiny white bikini with her nipples nicely on display as she lifts from the water and stands wringing her long blonde hair. The water is also dripping down her body, and that draws Howard’s attention to the smooth little patch of fabric stuck to her bare mound and camel-toed into the slit between her legs.

  She must be completely shaved, Howard reasons as he shifts to allow room for his cock to expand.

  He imagines how it would be to go over there and sling her over his shoulder – maybe carry her upstairs and give her a good seeing to. She glances and smiles as that thought crosses his mind, and he smiles back, deliberately looking her up and down and causing her to blush and clutch a towel to the front of her body as she turns away.

  *

  Catherine's skin is fair and she doesn't want to sunbathe. She has done laps of the pool for exercise and is planning to spend the afternoon up on the balcony with a book. She walks past Howard, feeling his eyes following after her, and she wraps the towel around her waist, though she can't help glancing back over her shoulder and smiling to the older man as she goes inside.

  It’s getting on in the afternoon when her husband returns to interrupt her quiet reading session. He left before she woke that morning, so there has been no opportunity to talk. He stands there grinning down at her
.

  “So Luke tells me you and Sarah were getting it on in the kitchen last night."

  “Oh God! That was so embarrassing," Catherine cries, covering her face with her book.

  "He said it was hot…. Said he saw your boobs!" Ashton goes on with a chuckle. "Is that true?"

  “Yes it's true."

  "And Sarah was nude, and you girls were kissing, eh? What was that like?"

  Catherine shrugs innocently. "I don't know. It was different."

  "Different in a good way?"

  “Sort of good. I was just curious, and Sarah knew what she was doing."

  Ashton sits down on the edge of the lounger and bends close for a kiss. "Does this mean you want to play around a bit?"

  "I don't know. I don't think Barbra wants to – with you men."

  "What – she wants to with you girls but not with us?"

  “Yeah she's a bit like that, I think."

  "Well the guys are hoping something will happen. Sarah's topless down at the pool right now, but she won't roll over and show us."

  "Sarah wants to. She said so last night."

  Ashton kisses his wife again. "And all the guys want to fuck you. Which would be fine by me."

  Catherine returns Ashton’s kisses and braces as his fingers work into the crotch of her bikini pants.

  "Are you okay with them all having you if things go that way?" he breathes into her neck.

  "I don't know," Catherine utters in response. "I don't think we should. I don't think I want to with these other women here."

  Ashton continues kissing his wife, but she pushes against his arm as he tries to finger her, and she squirms away.

  "Don't," she says. "It doesn't feel right."

  "Okay, okay." Ashton is still trying to paw at her. "How about wearing something sexy then – let the other guys have a look at your titties?"

  "No Ashton! Stop it!" Catherine looks around to be sure no one’s watching. The balcony is open and in plain view from each of the other bedrooms. "I just don't feel right with other couples like this. It's different!"