A Long Weekend Ch. 02

It is recommended that you read Chapter One first.

Ben, an investment banker from Boston and his wife Gwen, an interior decorator, were in South Carolina for a brief late winter vacation. Ben and Gwen had an open marriage and on Saturday each had hooked up with a stranger for a brief fling: Gwen with a polished Southern Gentleman named Beau she had met on the beach behind her condo; and Ben with an accomplished woman golfer named Laurie he met on a nearby golf course. Each had spent the afternoon having sex with their new lover and made a date for the next day to continue their fling. Late in the afternoon Ben and Gwen had lain in bed sharing their experiences of the afternoon with each other. They noted the common last name of their afternoon partners ("Chatham") and wondered briefly if the two of them were married putting Ben and Gwen in an unplanned swap, but they became distracted with the sex they were having between themselves and didn't think further about the issue.

When they returned from dinner that evening there was an envelope on their doorstep addressed to the two of them, Mr. and Mrs. Ben Chabot. The envelope was a heavy creamy paper. The kind one might use for a wedding invitation or some other like formal purpose. The address was hand written in a formal old style script. Gwen looked at it and said, "That's calligraphy. How very formal. Almost no one does that anymore."

Ben tore open the envelope and unfolded the single sheet of similar heavy paper. The note, hand written in a thick flowing ink with a very formal style, was addressed to Ben and Gwen. It said,

We presume by now that the two of you have compared notes as we have and realized each of us enjoyed the company of the other's spouse yesterday. None of us had set out to create a foursome but that seems to be the case and speaking for ourselves we found our time very enjoyable. After discussing it we have decided that rather than keeping the rather informal, but no doubt delightful, appointments we made with the two of you for tomorrow it might be more entertaining for the four us to get together at our plantation home tomorrow afternoon. We can become better acquainted and then enjoy the afternoon and a light dinner, and of course whatever follows. We promise to have you back in time to catch your plane to Boston on Tuesday morning. Please RSVP by text to (843) 257-9342.

Regards,

Beau and Laurie Chatham

"My, my. Isn't that interesting." Gwen said after reading the letter. "It sounds like they want something beyond the casual sex of yesterday afternoon. What do you think?"

"I guess four isn't quite an orgy but it has the potential to be a bit kinkier than yesterday."

"Yes it does. We've never done that before." Gwen could feel a fire beginning to burn in her core. Just what kind of kink were these people proposing, she wondered?

"Interested?" she asked Ben after a moment's pause.

"Very interested," Ben replied, reaching for his cell phone.

"No, let me. I know you. You'll say, 'You bet; we're in,' or some such. I swear you never learned anything in that fancy boarding school your family sent you to. These people are very formal. Let me respond."

Ben shrugged. "Laurie didn't seem very formal, just horny."

"You told me she grew up in California. Nobody is ever formal there and I've heard they are all horny."

"She was... informal and horny," Ben responded.

"Let me respond," Gwen insisted.

Ben shrugged and put his phone away.

After giving the matter a half an hour of thought Gwen responded as follows:

Laurie and Beau,

"Thank you for your kind invitation. Ben and I would love to join you. We found our encounters with each of you very interesting. The idea of meeting the two of you together and learning more about how you manage your relationships fills me with a burning interest.

Please give me a call around nine tomorrow ( is that too early?) so we can discuss the details of where to meet and when, along with issues like dress, etc.

After our experiences with you yesterday Ben and I are excited about the potential of getting the four of us together and feeling flexible as to how we go about it."

Regards,

Gwen and Ben Cabot

"Interesting? Is that all you can say about our encounters of yesterday. I thought Laurie was a great fuck and it was my impression you thought the same of Beau," Ben said when he looked at the text after it had been sent.

Gwen simply shook her head in response.

"But even though they were just 'interesting,' you have a 'burning interest' and you're 'flexible'?"

"Sure, don't you? I can't wait to see what perversions these two can come up with," Gwen said with a smile. "And I wanted them to know we are interested... and flexible."

Ben laughed. "You're probably right. The titty fuck on the golf course was a new event for me yesterday. But I thought you wanted to write a polite formal reply?" he continued.

"There is an art to a formal reply, dear. Not everything need be blunt and overt. It's what you imply that matters."

Ben shook his head mystified. "Okay, but let's go to bed. I'm tired."

"You go ahead." Gwen said. "I have to think about what I'm going to wear tomorrow." She also wanted to think about what kind of kinky perversions might be on the menu for their assignation with the Chathams.

The phone call in the morning was replaced by another text message providing instructions on how to find the Chathams' home, suggesting they arrive around 3:00, and advising that the dress would be 'relaxed casual.'

"Relaxed Casual?" Gwen echoed when she read the text aloud to Ben. "That term is impossible unless you know what the people using it mean. I know what casual means. Back home in Boston, at least, it would mean at least slacks, collared shirt, neck tie, and a sports coat for you and a nice conservative dress for me. But here? I don't know these people. And 'relaxed'. What does that add? Hmm."

"Maybe it means naked. That is where we will almost certainly wind up. Why are you so excited about choosing the right clothes when you know you are going to be taking them off before our visit ends... or maybe as soon as it starts?" Ben asked.

"Oh Ben. I'll never understand how you can be such a brilliant banker and such blockhead about social issues. Let me explain it to you. I've been invited to meet the woman who seduced my husband yesterday and she is in the same position. We are neither one of us going to dress to impress the men at this event. We are both going to impress the 'other woman'; to send her a message."

Ben was looking at her with a blank look that said, "What the hell are you talking about." when he spoke up he said, "But Gwen I didn't fall in love with you and marry you for your clothes. I... "

She cut him off, "Ben it's not about you. I know why you married me and we don't have to go into that now. It's about Laurie Chatham and what she will think of me when she sees me for the first time today. I want her to appreciate what a classy, beautiful, sexy woman her husband picked up on the beach and she is going to want me to think something similar about her. The choice of clothes for a first time meeting is important, maybe more important than what is said."

"Okay fine. Let me know if I can be of any help, but I doubt if I will be because women are a mystery to me. I'm going to wear dockers and a Hawaiian shirt. Is that okay."

"Yeah sure," she responded as her mind began to once again dig through the very limited wardrobe she had brought down from Boston. Classy but revealing. That's the standard, she thought.

Ben adjourned to the deck with a second cup of coffee where he sat and day dreamed about the pleasures of fucking Laurie. Later he would go for a walk on the beach before returning to change into his idea of appropriate clothing: tan slacks, a colorful beach shirt and shinning loafers, without sox. He also decided to forego underwear. Investment bankers are by nature optimistic.

The drive to the Chatham's plantation house took about half an hour, leading through lush fields of tobacco, cotton, corn, and a variety of other crops that fared well in the climate along with additional land stocked with plantation pine stands of varying ages depending on the planting date of a particular stand. It was obvious that things grew well in rich bottom land of South Carolina, be it, tobacco or Loblolly Pine.

The final approach to the home was a gravel drive lined with a variety of ancient deciduous trees that opened into a graveled parking area lying before the home. They could see barns and other out buildings off to the side along with fenced pastures with horses. The house itself was not architecturally extraordinary in Gwen's mind, a classic Southern gothic pile. But it appeared she noted to be well maintained. They were greeted by a pack of large barking dogs charging from somewhere in the vicinity of the barn, quickly brought to a halt by a sharp whistle from the vicinity of the front porch.

"Apparently they don't go in for fuzzy little lap dogs here like they do in Boston," Ben said.

Moments later the Chathams appeared on the front porch, moving casually down the stairs to greet their guests who were emerging from their car now that the dogs had been curbed.

"Greetings, greetings," said Beau. "So nice you could join us. I apologize for the dogs. I should have put them away but it slipped my mind. They won't bother you now that they know you are guests." Beau was dressed like a consummate Southern gentleman in a white linen suit that, like anything made of linen, hung loosely about his frame. He wore a white shirt open several buttons down and of course, no necktie; but like Ben, no socks.

Laurie stood a few steps behind Beau. She stepped around him to greet their guests as Ben opened a car door to let Gwen emerge. Gwen's long legs were well displayed by the slit in her garment as she emerged from the car. Hugs were exchanged all around and there was a brief moment of silence as the two women assessed each other. Gwen had, after an agonizing search through her suitcases, come up with a long white Kaftan with a neck line that plunged to a high waistline that tied off just below her widely set, small, breasts. The remainder of the garment fell draping softly over her hips to her feet with a slit up one side that, if the hook and eye catches were released, as they were now, reached to the high waist. When she stepped forward to greet her host the garment fell easily away from a long leg. She wore a pair of heeled barely there sandals. The cloth of the garment, originally designed to be worn with an undergarment was, while not completely sheer, far from opaque, making Gwen's tall sexy figure readily apparent when she stood with the sunlight behind her. Her appearance was well designed. All eyes were upon her as she strode forward.

Laurie's garment was a similarly loose fitting long gown that draped beautifully over her large breasts; breasts which swung loosely beneath the soft cloth as she moved. A deep V in the fabric falling nearly to her waist displayed her ample cleavage. (Ned's unbidden immediate thought when he looked at Laurie was of the delicious titty fuck she had given him the day before.) Like Gwen's dress one side was slit to the top of her hip. The cloth was a wild splash of colors. She wore flat sandals.

Feeling he had let the ladies' assessment go on long enough Beau took charge drawling, "Well welcome. It's a warm one, today. Yes it is. For this time of year at least. Let's adjourn to the pool for cocktails." He led them through the house taking his time knowing that Gwen would be absorbing the interior design and the furnishings, pretty much all Southern gothic if that is a design style, as she walked through. It wasn't to the extreme presented by Hollywood in the Adams Family and the like. Closer to the interior design of Gone With the Wind. They left the house through a large pair of glass patio doors, obviously not original equipment for the house. One side of the patio was shaded by the two story wall of the home and by an open frame roof filled in by a giant old Wisteria vine now in its spring bloom, it's purple flowers draping a foot or more below the vine.

Once they were seated Beau asked for drink orders. "We are of course Southern here but Bourbon is not mandatory. We even keep a bit of gin on hand for our Northern visitors," he said with a chuckle "Or perhaps some Scotch." Gwen and Ben asked for a gin and tonic and as he turned to go Beau looked at his wife saying I suppose you'll have your usual white wine my dear.

She nodded and Ben laughed shaking his head, "California has ruined you my dear."

He stepped into the house and returned moments later saying, Linice will make them up and be out in a minute or two.

"Now Ben I understand from your wife that you are a banker."

Ben nodded.

"A noble calling. I don't think I could have done it myself but I do find it important to use the services of our local banker to finance the various real estate investments we make. Myself, I'm just a gentleman farmer."

Laurie laugh. Speaking up in her clean California accent she said, "Oh Beau you are so full of shit. You wouldn't know how to plow a field or even start a tractor to plow it with. God only knows what you would plant. Don't listen to him. He and I inherited this plantation and Beau was wise enough to recognize the development potential of various pieces of the plantation and to take advantage of them. Like the condo project where you two are staying. We just rent the rest of the land out to local farmers, people who do know how to run a tractor, grow crops, and pay us our rent on time. It has worked out quite well for us."

"But tell me Ben," Beau continued, ignoring his wife's critique of his farming skills. "I believe you said you were an investment banker. Is that same as our local banker, Danny Robbison, or is that something else?"

"Well I don't know Mr. Robbison or his bank but I expect my work is quite different. My firm doesn't take deposits and when we do make loans it is usually loans we have arranged of other people's money. If we do make loans of our own money we do so with the expectation that we can quickly sell off the loan for a profit to other investors. On the M& A side of our business we never actually buy or sell the business being sold, acting instead as advisors to those who are the principals."

"How interesting. Very, very interesting. So you just deal with other people's money?" Beau responded.

"Yes, more or less."

"Well I suppose that is what our good friend Danny Robbison does also. After all it is the depositors money he is lending us for our projects. But then I suppose you deal with much larger amounts than the few millions we borrow from Danny from time to time."

Before the conversation could continue it was interrupted by the arrival of the cocktails. They were delivered by a tall, young, black woman--a stunningly beautiful young black woman Ben thought immediately. Her skin was a gleaming black, her face more Caucasian than African with high cheek bones, a straight nose, round dark eyes, and narrow lips. Her black hair was long and braided, with the braids coiled tightly about her head exposing a long, graceful, neck leading to narrow shoulders exposed by the simple dress she wore. It hung by thin straps to a soft brightly colored fabric covering but not hiding what Ben immediately assumed were small but firm breasts. It pinched tightly at her narrow waist and then fell briefly to a mercifully early end that just barely covered her round hips. Below the hem line there were long, gleaming, black, fashion model's, legs that went on forever ending in simple bare sandals. Her gleaming black skin was flawless. Absolutely stunning thought Ben. Neither of the wives could begin to compete with this young woman for sheer appearance. Of course she had the advantage of youth, he reminded himself.

"Why thank you Linice," Ben drawled as he directed the deliveries of the drinks to the appropriate parties. "It's so nice to have you here with us this weekend."

"Linice teaches art at our local junior college. She works for us on the weekends," explained Laurie

"It's like coming home," Linice said. "I grew up here. My father and his forefathers for generations before him worked the land for Mr. Chatham and his forebearers. My parents live in Charleston now. He is one of Mr. Chatham's rental farmers. My mother teaches school in Charleston. It has worked out well for us. Will there be anything else Mr. Chatham."

"No not for now but thank you for now. I'm sure we will need more cocktails later."

"Very good sir," she said as she turned to leave. As she walked from the room all eyes were focused on her swaying hips and her long gleaming legs.

There was a silence in the group as Linice departed.

"She's quite beautiful," Gwen said.

"Yes she is," agreed Laurie.

"Oh my yes," agreed Beau in his drawl. "She comes from a very successful family. Her father is one of my best farmers, very successful, and her two older brothers are successful technology engineers of some sort. One of them works for Apple out in California, doing something. The other one is up in DC doing something. Linice has an MFA from some big school up north; Columbia I think it was. She worked in a New York City gallery for a couple of years until she got tired of the City and came back here to teach and paint in a low key environment "

"I believe the brother in DC works for NSA, but you never can tell about people in that line of work. It's very secretive." Laurie laughed. "We had the whole family here for a reunion a year ago. They couldn't talk about anything except Dad's leased farms," added Laurie. Neither of the brothers were permitted to discuss their work and Linice was just beginning to sell her art. So they all listened to Dad talk about farming."

Beau chuckled, shaking his head.

"Beau helped all three of those kids with their college costs," Laurie said.

Her husband waived his hand, telling Laurie, "Don't make too much of that. Those kids were all smart and got good scholarships. We just hep'd a bit so they could focus on their studies and not have to take on any debt."

The question unasked, by the Chatham's Brahmin guests from Boston, and unanswered, was of course whether Linice's forebearers had been slaves on the Chatham plantation.

Beau spoke up suggesting that Ben join him for a little drive to see the various lands left from the plantation. "It's not near the size it once was but we still have a lot of acreage under plow and a good bit of nice Southern Pine plantation."

Ben and Beau were gone for a bit more than an hour. When they returned they found a couple more rounds of empty drink glasses and three attractive and very naked women splashing about in the pool. Actually they weren't swimming or splashing all that much. Gwen was floating on her back, her legs spread widely, with Linice standing between them, her hands beneath Gwen's ass and her face planted in her sex. Laurie was standing behind Laurie's head, which appeared to be resting comfortably on Laurie's floating breasts while she fondled Gwen's nipples, rubbing, twisting, pinching and pulling all to Gwen's delight. Gwen was moaning audibly.

"Oh my my," said Beau softly. "I thought these three might get up to no good while we were gone."

Speaking up more loudly he said, "Hello ladies."

Laurie looked up and Gwen opened her glazed eyes but showed little interest as Linice kept her head down and her tongue lashing her sex and Laurie continued to molest her titties.

"Ladies, the dicks have arrived," Laurie announced loudly. At this even Linice picked her head up and looked around, still holding Gwen afloat by her hands cupping her ass. Gwen moaned a quiet, "Don't stop."

"Oh please don't let us disturb you ladies," Beau said with a waive of his hand as he opened one of the beers he and Ben had picked up coming through the kitchen. "We will just have a set here and let you ladies finish your fun." He pulled two of the Adirondack chairs about so he and Ben could sit comfortably drinking beer watching their wives engaged in lesbian sex.

Linice resumed licking and sucking on Gwen's sex and Laurie adjusted her position enough to allow her to suck on Gwen's nipples while still keeping her head and shoulders afloat.

Ben was a bit astounded. He had never seen his wife having sex with anyone before. He knew she did, but not in his presence. Gwen was mewing and crying sharply as the other two women drove her towards an orgasm. He wondered whether he should be jealous but quickly dismissed the idea as he felt his cock growing in his trousers. When he looked at Beau he could see a similar lump in his linen suit.

"Oh my yes," Beau said. "What a lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon, watching three ladies enjoying themselves so." He took a long pull on his beer. "Have you ever done this Ben, watched your wife having sex with someone else I mean?" I find it very erotic... don't you?"

Ben was finding it incredibly erotic. Enough so that he was in no condition for a conversation. He moved to adjust his pants to make room for his erect cock before he answered, "No.... Oh, er... I mean yes."

"Yes, exactly." Beau responded, smiling quietly.

Laurie raised her head from Gwen's chest, leaving her fingers still molesting her engorged nipples. "What are you guys doing up there? I expected to see some good hard dicks while you watch us having this much fun. Get them out for me."

Ben didn't wait for a response from Beau, quickly yanking his pants open and down and beginning to stroke his engorged dick."

Beau chuckled and replied, "Yes dear," as he opened his suit and extracted his own erection. Ben looked quickly at it and decided it was no bigger than his own (a perverse but normal male trait of wanting assurance that the male who fucked your wife the day before is no bigger than you).

Turning towards Ben Beau said, "My wife can be very direct, but I expect you knew that after yesterday."

"Yes. I did. She's a good golfer also."

"Stanford women's golf team," Beau responded. "But that was all before she came back here for a family reunion and met me. She decided I provided benefits the golf team couldn't."

It was obvious from the noises coming from the pool that Gwen was approaching her climax and when she briefly thereafter reached it her body stiffened, her long legs shaking in spasms of ecstasy as she screamed in joy. The climax seemed to go on forever until Gwen finally pushed Linice's face away from her sex. Linice and Laurie let Gwen sink to her feet where they held her in a tight hug as she cried softly, "Oh my fucking god. My god, my god. I never..."

The three women, Laurie and Linice each with an arm still around Gwen, walked up the shallow stairs from the pool and stood dripping before the two men.

"Oh hi Ben," Gwen said. "When did you get here?"

"A while ago," Ben responded, "but you were occupied so I didn't disturb you." As he spoke he continued to stroke his engorged cock.

"Oh yes... I guess I was... Uh, thank you."

"My pleasure." His cock twitched as he spoke.

"Uhh... I think I need to sit down." She backed away and reclined on a lounge chair, laying back with her legs widely spread, her gleaming pussy lips still red and swollen.

Speaking up Laurie said, "Beau, dear, would you get us three more beers? As you can see Linice is off duty now. She's now a guest who needs a beer."

While Beau went to get more beer, Ben sat continuing to stroke his cock, his attention torn between his wife and the naked Linice sitting next to her.

Linice for her part was absorbed in staring at Ben's throbbing cock. She turned towards Laurie and said, "Oh my. It's just as big as you said it was."

"What?" Laurie's mind was elsewhere. "Oh yes Ben's cock. Yes it is isn't it. You should try it."

Linice looked at the still exhausted Gwen and asked, "Gwen, would you mind?"

Gwen smiled and responded, "No I wouldn't mind at all. Let me sit up so I can watch."

Ben was listening and feeling a bit like a sex toy but wisely concluded that the best thing to do right now was to keep his mouth shut."

By the time Beau returned with another round of beers Ben was stretched out on a pad taken from one of the lounge chairs and Linice was on her knees next to him greedily sucking his cock. The two other women were laying back in their chairs, their legs spread and their fingers casually stroking their sex as they watched Linice and Ben.

Oh my" said Beau in a mumble. "My, my, my. The things that do go on in this household. My, my, my."

Take your clothes off Beau," Laurie said, " and join us in watching our guests enjoy themselves."

Ben was laying on his back, his hands clasped behind his head, his eyes closed. Gwen could tell from looking at him that he was enjoying the blow job he was getting. This was a first for Gwen also. She had never seen her partner having sex with another person. She wondered if she should be jealous, but the emotion wasn't there. The scene was incredibly erotic, her husband laying on his back, his rigid cock standing straight out from his flat belly. A beautiful young black woman on her knees beside him bobbing her head up and down on his cock while she used her hands and the ample saliva to apply a twisting stroke to the portion of the big cock that wouldn't fit in her mouth. Meanwhile three people, Beau, Laurie, and herself, sat watching intently and masturbating in response to the erotic impact of the scene. Yes. This is erotic as hell, Gwen thought.

Linice kept her sucking up until she was satisfied that Ben was hard enough for what she really wanted from his cock. She pulled her head back, releasing his cock with a pop and sat up continuing to stroke it with both hands for a few moments longer. Then she rose to her knees and swung a leg over Ben so she was facing him and her pussy was poised over his rigid cock. Saying nothing she reached down and grasped his cock centering on the spot she wanted; the entrance to her hungry cunt. She was accustomed to regular fucking but had been doing without for several weeks. Now, she thought with delight, "I have a nice big cock to fuck."

When the head of his prick reached the entrance to her cunt it stalled. It was big. Not too big, but big enough to present a challenge. She reached down and took control of the cock she so badly wanted. Once firmly in control she slowly forced Ben's prick into her cunt. "Uhh," she cried. "You're big."

Speaking for the first time Ben said, "It's okay. Just take your time."

Linice did as he suggested letting his big cock slowly fill her passage. "Oh God. This hurts... this hurts so fucking good," she whispered.

When he was fully in, Linice's hips seated on Ben's, she held still enjoying the fullness. Oh how she loved a big hard cock filling her until she was sure there was no room for anything else.

Ben flexed his cock. Not a thrust. Just a flex.

"Oh... Yes... Oh fuck that felt good. Is there more?"

"Yes," he whispered flexing his cock again and thrusting lightly with his hips.

She groaned.

"Now you," he said. "Rise up a little and let yourself down. Slowly, slowly."

She did as he asked and the sensation was fantastic causing her to groan with pleasure.

He responded with a stronger flex of his hips and she to him with a longer and quicker lift and drop of her body and then again, and again in a rhythm that soon had her singing with lust and joy.

The others watched in fascinated silence. This was erotic but it wasn't porn. These were real people they knew, so deeply into their sex that they were oblivious of the friends and relatives watching them. Not at all like porn. Just pure eroticism.

Once comfortable Linice began to twist her body dragging his cock about so it scraped the sides of her full cunt and causing his pubic bone to rub her clit. Ben reached up and began playing with her tits. They were slightly larger than his wife's with dark black areola, darker than her skin if that was possible. The tips of her small breasts capped by the black areola and rock hard nipples stood out from her chest coming to a point at the engorge nipples. They were swinging to and fro as she bounced and twisted on his cock. Ben fondled them, rubbed and pinched the nipples, and then lay back enjoying watching them swing and bounce in response to the fucking she was giving him.

They kept fucking like that for how long? No one knew. They were lost in the passion and emotion of their sex and the observers were lost in the voyeuristic emotion of watching two people totally involved in fucking each other. No one was putting on a show for anyone, each lost in the emotion of the moment.

Good sex, even really great sex which this was, never lasts forever and eventually both Ben and Linice could feel a climax creeping up on them. Their breathing was hard, each was sweating, and despite their efforts each knew they couldn't last much longer.

"Should I pull out," he asked.

"No. Just fill me with your cream. Do it soon. I'm almost there. I'm almost..." a sentence left unfinished as her climax took control of her body. She screamed loudly and then swore in a language unintelligible to Ben and the others with each successive wave of her climax. Ben finished at the same time his back arching to drive his cock as deeply as possible as he felt stream after stream of cum rocket from his cock into her cramping cunt. Finished she collapsed on to his chest, letting his spent cock slowly emerge from her They both lay breathing hard.

Linice rolled to the side and Ben rolled after her so they were spooned from behind. Whispering to her he asked, what were those words you said?"

"Said?" When?"

"When we finished. When you... you came," he whispered.

She blinked. The blush couldn't be seen on her dark skin. "Oh that." She paused for a moment. "Oh, I guess those were swear words. I learned them from an old nanny I knew here on the plantation. Her forebearers had come from Louisiana many generations earlier and they spoke a Creole that they had brought with them from Louisiana; some combination of French, English, and African tongues that may have come by way of Jamica or Hati. The plantation system moved people from place to place and their culture moved with them. By the time I was born no one around here really spoke the language. I think the only part they retained was the swear words." She smiled. "Anyhow, when I get emotional sometimes I revert to the language my old nanny taught me.

"They also practiced an odd combination of Catholicisim and Voodoo. That's all gone now I believe."

"So you aren't going to put pins in a doll that looks like me?" Ben asked.

Linice laughed. "No, no. I only do that to men who go limp on me or finish too soon. You were perfect."

Beau rose from his chair and drawled, "My my, that was quite a performance. I tire just from watching."

"Your pecker doesn't look tired," Laurie said with a laugh.

"Uhm yes. Perhaps not. You know Laurie I believe it may be time for our afternoon nap."

"Oh you do, do you, she responded rising to her feet. I think I agree with you. Come with me husband she continued as she walked across the room, her large breasts wobbling in lust.

Beau looked around and said, "Well it seems you all are going to excuse me. My services are needed elsewhere. But it is our custom to take an afternoon nap. Let's adjourn for now and plan on regathering around 6:30 for a light supper. The caterer will have arrived by then. Oh and Linice perhaps you can show our guests where the guest room is if they also should feel a need for a nap during the heat of the day." Always formal Beau put his linen trousers on along with the matching jacket and walked off barefoot after his wife. Laurie had ignored the need for putting clothes on, leaving naked. "My but it is warm today for so early in the year," he mumbled to no one as he left.

Linice looked about at the others and said with a chuckle, "Nap means they are going to go and screw."

Ben rose on his elbows saying, "Who are we to complain." He yawned. "A nap sounds good to me. You have worn me out young lady."

"And me the two women echoed in unison."

When they reached the guest room and realized how large the bed was they all three stretched out, Ben in the middle and one of the girls on each side and fell quickly asleep.

Things were not near so peaceful in the room of the hosts. When Beau walked into the room a naked Laurie was stretched out on the bed, her legs spread and bent at the knees, her big tits sagging off to the sides of her ribs. "God I thought you would never get here. Take those clothes off and fuck me. Fuck me good and hard. I'm so horny from watching those three go at it I could scream. Now get down here on your knees and put that cock in me."

"My my, you are direct my lady," Beau responded tossing his jacket to the side and letting his pants fall to his feet. "But I must say I know exactly how you feel." His cock was standing straight out, pre-cum gleaming from the tip. "That pussy of yours looks like exactly what I need." He dropped to his knees between her legs and began a prompt missionary fuck.

"Oh god Beau. That feels so good. I need this after watching those perverts for the last two hours. Your cock feels so good. Fuck me Beau. Fuck me." Within minutes Laurie's head was pushing the bed's head board into the wall with one resounding crash after another, each generated by Beau slamming himself as deep as possible into her. The sleeping guests in an adjoining room were awakened by the sounds of the carnage. They merely looked at each other and smiled returning promptly to their nap.

Neither of them was in condition to last long. Within a few minutes Laurie came with a scream probably heard throughout the house. She lay gasping and said, "Are you still hard?" as she felt Beau resume his thrusting. "Oh good. fuck me some more. Make me scream like that again," which is exactly what Beau did, taking just a bit longer this time but continuing to cause the head board to crash into the wall.

Finished with her second climax she said, "Oh I do so love you Beau. You're so good at that. Now cum on my tits. Spray that hot nasty cum of yours all over me." She sat up holding her tits out to him and Ben sat back, still between her legs, and began pumping on his gleaming cock. It didn't take him long before he roared like a bull as his cock shot stream after stream of cum across her chest and face.

Finished they both collapsed and slept.

All five of them gathered for dinner at 7:00, collectively serving from the packages left in the refrigerator by the caterer and plating them to their pleasure. There was chilled shrimp, a salad constructed to taste of each from avocados, a variety of citrus slices and any amount desired of a number of crisp, fresh, lettuces, all finished with a vinaigrette and followed with an ample supply of California Chardonay. They had all redressed for dinner and they sat having the kind of becoming acquainted discussion they might mor normally have had before falling into their afternoon's debauchery.

At some point Ben perhaps under the influence of too much wine, asked, "Beau I understand that you and Laurie are brother and sister in addition to being husband and wife. Tell us how that came about. The question brought a silence to the table with Beau giving his wife a disapproving, 'What did you tell him' look, Gwen giving a disapproving 'How could be so tasteless' look to Ben, and Linice sitting in silence with a small smile on her face that said, 'cat's out of the bag.'

Beau leaned back and said, "Oh my. We don't usually discuss that detail with anyone other than close family members, but it appears my wife has been perhaps a bit too talkative. Laurie shrugged and leaned back giving a Beau a look that said, "Let's see how you talk your way around this one."

"Now I don't know exactly what my dear wife may have said to you, but I need to take some time to make sure y'all get the full story. It's a bit more complicated than I suspect Laurie explained."

"I just told him we were brother and sister and you took care of it with the county judge."

Beau sighed. "As you might guess from looking at my wife's thick dark hair and at my thinning sandy hair that we don't seem to have much in common genetically speaking. I was born a few years before Laurie. Our Daddy wasn't married then but he had a fruitful relationship with a young lady from up Charleston way. I was the fruit from that relationship. I've been told that Mona was a stunning blonde beauty, but I never met her.

Daddy and his Daddy arranged for Mona to leave the country right after the birth, someplace in South America I believe. I believe she was well taken care of and Daddy did the right thing towards me, jumping through all the legal hoops necessary to make me his legal son.

Then Daddy married Shiela, another beauty he found in Charleston, one with a mass of dark beautiful hair, rather like Laurie here. I believe Shiela also a Chatham of some degree. Shiela gave birth to the lovely Laurie here. But when Daddy tried to engineer the same solution he had used to bring me into the family, Shiela said no and she had the backing of a number of members of the Chatham clan. The outcome was that Daddy and Shiela were quickly married and a few weeks later Shiela and Laurie moved to California. Not quite South America but just as far culturally. Daddy was of course sending regular support checks to Shiela and they stayed married but never any closer than talking through their lawyers.

We've never done any genetic testing but it is not beyond a reasonable possibility, given their life styles, that either of our Mommas may have had had more than one lover at the time we were conceived. That of course makes it possible that we are not blood relations at all and in any case we are no more than half siblings.

Laurie interrupted saying, "That makes me feel so much better morally. I'm not in an incestuous marriage because his Momma and mine were sluts."

Ben sighed and picked up where he left off. "When Laurie had just finished college her Momma for some reason decided to attend a big Chatham family reunion to be held here at the old plantation. An unfortunate, or fortunate, thing happened at this reunion. Laurie and I met and fell in love. Well at least lust. She decided to stay at the plantation rather than go back to California. The rest of the family thought of her as some sort of shirttail Chatham from California and found our relationship of no interest or concern.

"We were perfectly happy living together on the Plantation for a couple of years until we learned that both of our parents were dying of cancer. That was when Daddy sat me down and explained my family history in detail. He told me that he and Shiela had set their wills up so that everything would go to me and Laurie on their deaths but that the family lawyer up in Charleston had advised that it would be better if Laurie and I married. Now I suppose that in some places questions might be raised about a couple with the same last name marrying (unless it was Smith or some such) but there are so many Chathams here that no one pays any attention to it.

When it came time to probate the wills things went smoothly in California but our family lawyer came to me and said he was a little concerned about the affect our history might have on title to all the lands of the Plantation. He went to the county probate judge, also a Chatham, and explained his concerns. The two of them prepared some documentation for Laurie and me to sign that I never did really understand but seems to keep title examiners happy when we buy and sell land.

"So you see everyone," Laurie said, summing up, "I may have over simplified things, but Ben and I were engaged in something that simply didn't provide time for such a long winded explanation."

The dinner went on through several bottles of wine.

Laurie rose to clear asking Ben to help. Returning for the second batch of plates Ben noticed that his wife was now sitting next to Beau as she refilled their wine glasses. Returning to the kitchen he found Laurie had stacked the dishes but didn't seem to be getting started with rinsing them and putting them in the dishwasher.

"Can I help," he asked.

Laurie looked at him with a smile that he couldn't quite interpret. "Oh I'm sure you can," she licked her lips. "But first what are our spouses doing?"

"Oh, drinking more wine I think. Gwen moved to your seat"

"Oh really? Think maybe we should watch them?" Laurie was leaning against the counter with her hips suggestively thrust out.

"Do you think they may be up to no good?"

"Don't know. Let's go upstairs. We can see them from there."

They slipped through the dining room and climbed the stairs to a balcony where they could look down at their spouses. Ben noticed that Gwen was sitting quite close to Beau and neither of them paid any attention as their spouses quietly slipped by. Each was sipping the wine but their adjoining hands were beneath the table doing...

Once on the balcony Ben leaned over the rail watching the couple below. Laurie quickly stepped next to him pressing her warm hip against his. "Are they misbehaving?"

"I can't quite tell. Their hands are under the table and they aren't drinking anymore. Did you expect them to misbehave." As Ben spoke he felt Laurie's hand softly stroking his ass. "Oh. I guess you did."

"Well they certainly were misbehaving yesterday."

He chuckled. "Yes they certainly did, didn't they. But who are we to talk. Remember the titty fuck on the golf course?"

"Hmm. Yes it was fun."

"Gwen told me she wanted to." Ben told her.

"Wanted to what?"

"Fuck your husband."

"Again."

"Yes."

"Oh. Good because he told me he wanted to fuck her again."

Ben stepped back and then in behind Laurie so he was holding her hips. "And did you tell her that it was okay. That it was okay to fuck my husband," she asked?

"Yes. As long as I could watch." Beau had Gwen's dress open and pushed down to her waist. He was fondling her little tits.

"Are you going to object Laurie... Object to my wife fucking your husband?"

"Not as long as I can watch.... and fuck you while we watch." Laurie responded, pushing her ass back rubbing it against what felt to her like a rapidly growing erection.

"And I know your wife won't object to your fucking me while we watch. She and I talked about it while you and Beau were out touring the plantation." Laurie reached back and pulled Ned's hands forward so they were cupping her braless tits.

"What about your husband? Will he object to my fucking you while we watch?"

Before answering she pushed her dress off her shoulders so he could play with her bare breasts. "I didn't ask, but he fucks ladies he picks up on the beach all the time so it seems fair to me. Besides, he is fucking your wife."

"Sure. How could he object?" Ben said as he pinched her swollen nipples. She whimpered.

Looking down they could see that Laurie was now lying naked on her back on the dining room table, her dress on the floor behind them. Beau was sitting in a chair positioned between her legs with his face planted in her sex as she crooned her enjoyment.

"Oh they are being very naughty now. Tell me Ben, is your cock as big as it was yesterday."

Ben responded by pushing her dress up around her waist and tugging her panties down. He slipped his hand between her legs and slid two fingers into her dripping cunt. "You are very wet you horny slut."

"Of course. I haven't thought about anything except fucking you since I watched Linice fucking you earlier. Even when I was fucking my husband this afternoon I was thinking about fucking you." She reached back and was massaging the hard cock he had released for her enjoyment. "Oh god yes it feels big."

"Where is Linice by the way?"

"She is sitting over there in the corner watching. She can see us from there too. Linice loves to watch." Linice was sitting naked in an arm chair her long, gleaming, black legs spread lasciviously as she slowly stroked her slit, her eyes darting from one couple to another.

Laurie groaned, "Fuck yes, " as Beau slid his cock into her cunt. They quickly established a rhythm, with Ben pulling back and thrusting and Laurie arching her back to receive each of his thrusts deeply in her cunt. Ben held her hips occasionally slapping one side of her ass or the other.

They heard a noise from the couple still at the dinner table. "Oh god look at them Ben. He's fucking her. He's fucking her so hard." Beau was holding Gwen's legs apart and pounding his dick in and out of her to Gwen's noisy delight.

"Fuck me Ben," Laurie groaned. "Fuck me hard just like Beau is fucking your wife. "Oh god yes. Fuck me Ben. Fuck me so hard. Make me cum. This is so hot watching our spouses while you fuck me."

Within minutes both couples climaxed, screaming in ecstasy. If anyone had been watching her they would have seen Linice's head fall back, her eyes closed and her legs quivering as her own climax rolled through her.

Gwen and Beau looked up smiling. Laurie, still bent over the railing, her big tits hanging down and Ben holding her ass firmly as his spent dick retreated from her cunt, smiled and waved at the couple below.

Throwing her dress over her shoulder, a satisfied Linice walked silently from the room.

On Monday morning Ben and Gwen were on an early plane from Charleston that would get them back to Boston by mid-afternoon where they would resume their normal hectic life.

The plane took off to the south-east and swung a wide arc to assume its flight to Boston. As it turned Ben found himself looking straight down in thoughtful silence at the coastal island with its clean white beach where he and Gwen had spent their weekend. As the plane leveled off towards Boston he looked over at Gwen and said, "My that was quite a weekend."

"It certainly was."

"Any regrets?"

"Far from it. It was fabulous. And you?"

"Not me. Best golf I never played. I can't wait to go back again."

"Me too, but now I need sleep."

"So do I."

Meanwhile on the ground beneath them Beau approached the pool and found his wife and Linice just finishing their lap swim gliding naked through the water like a pair of seals. Ben shed his bath robe and sat down equally naked on the edge of the pool his legs dangling in the water. "Good morning ladies. You are up early. And Linice, I thought you had to teach a class in Charleston this morning?"

"Not until afternoon. No need to put clothes on before I have to," responded Linice as she emerged smoothly from the water next to Beau.

Beau shook his head and chuckled.

"Early!" echoed Laurie. "I got in a quick nine holes of golf already this morning and I've been swimming laps for half an hour now. I'll get some driving range time in this afternoon."

"Was it good?" Beau asked Laurie ignoring her response.

"Oh very good. Very, very good," Linice responded high jacking the conversation. She pushed off the bottom and pulled herself up on the combing to sit next to Beau. "I did so love watching the four of you misbehaving after dinner."

Laurie remained in the water doing a lazy back stroke back and forth before them, her large soft breasts rolling from side to side as she swam. "Oh you mean yesterday?" she said responding to Linice. "I agree, it was very, very nice," she said, moving smoothly with the disjointed conversation as she stroked back and forth in the pool.

Beau chuckled. "Well I have to agree. I do so enjoy the lovely people our little resort projects provide us with from time to time. Heh, Heh. They come down here looking to get away from their hectic daily lives and some of them are just in need of good clean sex. So we're here to provide it. It's a fringe benefit of owning our little resort. My Daddy never knew the real value of that sandy little beach we own."

"Yes," agreed Laurie, as she rose up onto the combing her large breasts dripping a stream of water. "You never know what opportunities for us will turn up on our beach or our golf course."