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in.  Swimming naked in broad daylight, I had a vision of Heather coming home with her girlfriends just as I was climbing out.  Shit!  I wasn’t thinking about Jan and Griffin and I still grew erect!
    Nadine swam up to me and grabbed my swelled cock.  “You are a strange man, but that dick of yours looks like it can be ready for anything.  Maybe someday we’ll make it a full swap to see what you can do.”
    With Heather maybe, but not you, I thought.
    We were out of the pool and fully suited before Griffin and Jan exited the house, each holding a flute of bubbly liquid.  Jan had her bikini back on but her hair was so wet Nadine’s suggestion of shower sex looked a lot more likely.  Both of them appeared sheepishly exhausted, and I knew waiting for her narrative would be quite difficult, especially after hearing all of her screams.
    Seeing how magnificently Jan looked with her I-just-got-laid glow, I thanked Griffin.  He didn’t know how to respond to that.
    Nadine was all cheery, commenting on their champagne “celebration” of having a good time.  Neither of the celebrants wanted to acknowledge anything to her or me.  Jan and I didn’t hang around.  We went home in silence.
    When we were both in bed for the night, I couldn’t stand the waiting and I reminded Jan of her promise to tell me about her and Griffin.  “What do you want me to tell you?” she said.  We fucked and it was great.  What more is there?”
    “You wouldn’t let me watch so telling me about it is the next best thing.”  I paused and then added, “He did look like a great kisser.  Did it get your juices flowing?”
    My wife was certainly reluctant to talk but I wasn’t going to let her sleep without a full narrative.  She said, “You saw what we did first, right?  He kissed me and touched me, and yes, I was so fucking wet I couldn’t wait to have him inside me.  Is that what you want to hear?”
    “What about the rest?  What I couldn’t see.”
    She might have thought I was joking when I first told her I wanted a play-by-play recounting, but her present body language told me she now knew differently and she was pissed.  “He sure knows what to do to a woman.  He kissed my neck and all over until I had goosebumps on top of goosebumps and my nipples were so stiff they ached.  He didn’t rush to my pussy like most men would.  No, we kissed again until I just had to see and feel his stiff cock.  Want more?”
    “Of course,” I said.  “Is he big?  Bigger than me?”
    “Oh, he’s sooooooo thick he barely fit in my mouth.”
    “You blew him first?”
    “Well, no, that came later after he…”
    “What?”
    “He kissed me all over and teased me with his mouth before he took my bikini bottoms off.”
    “Did that make you wet?”
    “Fuck, I was already wet when he put his lips … there.”
    “He ate your pussy?  Tell me about it.”
    She was warming to the story.  “He was, like, teasing me with his lips and tongue.  He didn’t slobber all over me like some…”  Okay, she may have been thinking of my technique but I wouldn’t question her on it.  She got back on track, the vivid, pleasurable memory written all over her face, “The way he played with my clit … oh God, it was great!”
    “Did you cum?”
    “Oh yes!  I think I made enough noise you should’ve heard me!”
    I told her we had.  “You were loud,” I said.
    “My Lord, I don’t think I ever had an orgasm that huge!”
    “Is that when you blew him?”
    “No, that’s when I spread my legs and begged him to fuck me.”
    I better tell you now that both of us usually sleep in the nude, and tonight was no exception.  My throbbing erection wasn’t hidden, and her beautifully stiffened nipples weren’t either. 
    “Was it good?  Tell me.”
    “He didn’t fuck me, that’s the thing.  Instead he made love to me, slowly putting it in and tormenting me with it.  He drove me crazy, and by God he knew exactly what he was