“Not yet, but I’m sure I will, sex master!” she answered, and then shut
the door again.
I went outside to greet John and Dave, and as we exchanged handshakes
Bob’s van pulled up with Mike and Paul. The three of them lived close by
each other and had driven up together, as usual. The six of us had all met
at college, and we got together often to relax. The usual banter determined
that we had plenty of beer, junk food, and herb to last the weekend. As we
entered the cabin Mike mentioned that he had brought some dynamite fuck films
for us to watch.
“I brought something better than fuck films,” I said, “I brought us a
real live fuck.”
Everyone stopped in their tracks. “What the hell is that supposed to
mean?” asked Mike.
“Well, I know this is going to sound strange, but Debbie begged to come
along, and she’s agreed to provide for our every desire. I hope you don’t
mind fucking my wife, I don’t, and she sure wants to.”