"Wow!" I said. It was involuntary.

"What?" responded Rick, then he followed the direction of my eyes. "Oh, man!" he
reacted.

A vision, coming out of the waves. Not that I should have been noticing, what
with Melody and all. We both stared, then tried to hide it as the woman actually
started walking toward us. I wondered if her towel was close by, but then she
turned and walked off to a towel about thirty feet off.

She was sitting on it and drying off. Rick and I both kept an eye in that
direction. "I'm walking by," he finally said, and set out in her direction. I
heard his "Hi." My mind raced: was he being too forward? Did he sound like a
nerd? I realized he was acting natural, and suddenly was less certain that I
could manage to do the same.

"Hi." The vision responded.

"How's the water?"

"Great! You guys should get in and cool off!" She'd noticed us! My mind
momentarily registered that she was reading my thoughts, but in a second I
realized she was simply referring to the day's temperature.

Rick managed to "innocently" circle back (Ha!) and soon he and I were in the
water. "Man oh man!" were his first words and without any further elucidation, I
knew exactly of what he spoke.

"She certainly is *something*!"

"We've got to get to know her," said Rick.

"Won't help me, but sure, I'll do my best to help you."

"Hey, what Melody doesn't know..." started Rick, smiling, "but that's OK with
me!" Then we noticed she'd decided to test the waters again. So soon after drying
off, and she came over our way too!

Sometimes, fate just smiles on you. Or Rick, at least. Her name was Christie, she
was very friendly, and when we left the water, she actually brought her towel
over to ours and talked to us. She was still friendly, apparently unattached, and
she even made a couple of slightly suggestive remarks about "a couple of studs."

I had to be very careful not to stare. The bikini she wore was so tiny, and her
body! I'd swear she was a model, to see her.

Then I realized she was suggesting the three of us walk down the beach! And,
naturally, soon we were. She said she liked to get away from the people and a
little ways down there was nothing but sand dunes. Soon we were walking through
them, her and Rick still talking and joking. I started thinking: why were we
doing this? Why was *she* doing this? Walking alone with us through a deserted
and hidden part of the beach.

"I feel like doing something *wild*," she was saying. She had a gleeful
expression. This was like a dream. Rick returned a properly suggestive remark,
egging her on. She sat down on the sand, leaning back on her elbows. Her *smile*!
Rick was next to her in a second.

I wondered whether I should make myself scarce, but her smile when she looked at
me, without a word, told me she wanted me to stay. Then I was sitting too, her
between us.

"*This* could be *fun*," she said in a low, sexy voice. I swear, she knew exactly
what she was doing, and was all for it.

"Have you had two men before?" I couldn't believe Rick asked her that! I was
still in shock or something that this was actually happening. And more than a
little nervous. She lay back on the sand and we were each on our sides on each
side of her. She still smiled.

"It's an intriguing idea," she answered Rick with a smile. She ran her own hands
up and down her body. "Do you find me desireable?" she asked, looking at me.

"Uh, yes!" I managed.

She giggled. "OK, to start, one kiss each," she said, and she pulled me into a
kiss. I couldn't believe it. Kissing a goddess! She wasn't the least bit shy
about it either, if you know what I mean. You can't believe what it was doing to
me.

Then she'd broken it, and with a glance and a smile to me, turned to Rick. I
watched them kiss.

Then they were done. "You know what I'd really like?" she said, still smiling
that wicked smile.

"What?" answered Rick.

"I've never seen it before." We didn't respond. "I'd like to see two guys get it
on."

I froze, staring at her. Her demeanor hadn't changed a bit. I didn't even want to
glance at Rick, but I could tell he was shocked too.

"I don't think so," he finally said, in a sarcastic tone, and stood up. My
thoughts exactly, and I was up in another second.

She was up too, and soon was on Rick. "Oh, come on," she said, in mock
disappointment, "Listen: you do this just for me, and I'm *yours*." She was all
over him, and then she'd turned to me, with a pleading look in her eyes. She'd
somehow grabbed his hands and gotten them on her body. I stared at her.

"Just show me a little sixty nine, and then show *me* what *you* want!" She had
her hand on his cock and was rubbing it. She whispered something in his ear.

Suddenly she was on me. She had her arms around me and her body pressed to mine
and she was looking up at me, smiling. She said quietly: "I *want* your cock in
my mouth!" Her body was pressed against my cock and it was definitely hardening!

I looked at Rick. He wasn't leaving, but was looking at me with a curious
expression on his face. She turned back to Rick, but pressed the back of her body
against me. "It'll just be our little secret: one little time," she said.

Yes, I did think about it. Would I do that, just for a chance with Christie? She
was *really* something, and I'd *never* run into a woman, beautiful or not, who
talked about sex like that! Rick looked me in the eye. I realized then and there
that he was willing to do it, for his chance at Christie. She reached behind me
and pressed herself harder into my body, undulating a little. *What the hell*, I
thought.

She was so happy. Somehow she *knew*, even without Rick or I saying anything.

Then she was away from us, facing us. "OK, let's see your bodies," she said.
Since we were in swimsuits, obviously she meant our cocks. "Go ahead," she urged
us. I glanced at Rick. I sort of casually put a thumb in the waistband of my suit
and he did the same. I slowly started pushing it down. Soon we were both standing
there, naked in front of her.

She looked like she'd just won the lottery. "OK, lie down," she said, pointing
out a spot. By this time, I didn't know what to do except follow her lead and
soon found myself lying on my side, facing Rick's cock!

"OK," she said as she knelt next to us, practically hovering over us. "Take it in
your hand," I felt Rick touch me and then hold me. I did it too. "Kiss it." I
can't believe I did it, but I did. "OK, i your mouths," and on she went.

Soon, I was lying there, sucking. "Oh, yes," she said, still over us. She was
standing. "Keep sucking!" she encouraged, "This is incredible!" The sound of her
breathy voice was so intoxicating. And the noise of the ocean.

Yes, I got hard. It's hard not to when someone is sucking on your cock. He did,
too. And her voice, as she kept talking, encouraging us. She told us how much she
loved it. More than once I felt a sudden sense of unbelief that there was this
cock in my mouth and I was doing my best to get it harder. She sounded like *she*
was about to come, the way she talked. "Oh, yes, more! More! Do it!"

And then I knew it. Knew it for certain. I was definitely going to come. I
couldn't *believe* this! *He* was going to, too. And I didn't care--I was ready
for it. And she just kept talking and talking.

And it was happening. I felt myself go--what relief. And then, in my mouth, the
salty liquid. "Yes! Yes! Swallow!" came her desperate-sounding voice.

And it was done. I lay there, stunned and beaten. "You guys look useless to me!"
I heard her say. I lay there, for a second, staring at the sky.

I sat up. She was nowhere to be seen. She'd be back. No she wouldn't. I stared at
Rick for a second, then grabbed my suit and quickly put it on. Then I was
standing and he was still sitting there, obviously in shock. I didn't know what
to say to him. He didn't say anything either or look at me. I left him there.

When I got back, Christie's towel was gone from the beach. I got my stuff and
left before Rick returned.

Soon I was back at the house. "Hi Honey," I said, seeing Melody. I hoped I didn't
look as guilty as I felt: all the way back, I'd been thinking about how I'd
almost cheated on her. I *would* have. She didn't answer me. I looked at her. She
had something in her hand she was looking at. A snapshot.

"What is it, Honey?" I asked. Something was disturbing her. She wordlessly showed
me the snapshot. It was a polaroid of me and Rick sucking each other off. I
looked at her, to find her looking more angry and disgusted than I'd *ever* seen
her. She looked me in the eye as she held the snapshot for me to see. "Honey,
I..."

I didn't finish. I didn't know *what* to say. How did she get it? How could I
explain? I did it so some woman would have sex with me? She obviously wasn't
taking it well, but I was stymied. She walked away, leaving me standing there,
wondering what to do.

It was a quiet evening: she didn't say a single word and *I* certainly didn't
know what to say. I wondered how she got the picture. Did she know Christie?

We didn't talk. It was like we went through the motions of preparing and eating
supper, and reading.

At our usual time, she headed to the bedroom, and I followed her, and soon we
were ready for bed, still neither of us having said a word since I faltered when
she was showing me the snapshot.

"Lie on the bed." Her voice startled me and I looked, but she wasn't looking at
me. She looked even more unhappy than she was before. I didn't know what she
wanted, or rather I didn't know why she asked that, but I didn't want to make
more trouble. I lay down.

"On your side, facing this way." She was acting very strange. But I did it.

She sat on the bed in front of me. Then she put a finger on my lips.

"Open your mouth." I did it. She slipped two fingers in my mouth.

"Suck."

This was strange. Yes, I sucked. Believe me, this was not like Melody--she'd
*never* taken to instructing me like this. I lay there, not knowing what was up
at all, but in the back of my mind I knew that since she was asking something of
me and I was giving it to her, that she was forgiving me, or at least on that
path.

She didn't say anything more, but just watched me suck on her fingers. I felt so
funny, her sitting there, watching me. Finally she put her other hand on my cock
through my pajamas, reaching in and pulling it out. This was a big surprise.
"Suck," she repeated--I'd stopped for a second.

She slowly took my cock and started stroking it. She stroked and stroked it
gently, all while she held her fingers in my mouth. And it felt good--I found
myself getting hard fast.

She didn't stop--just kept her slow soft stroking. She made no other move to get
me to do anything, just kept it up. I don't know what it was, but it certainly
turned me on even though she didn't start speeding up or anything.

I came. Right on the bed. She didn't stop and I kept sucking and lying there. She
kept going until I was done and getting softer. Then she withdrew her fingers
from my mouth, got a tissue and cleaned things up as best she could.

And that was it. I slept next to the wet spot and she slept on the other side of
the bed.

In the morning, I awoke, to her sitting next to me, stroking my cock. I felt
fingers on my mouth. "Suck," she said. It was a repeat of the evening before,
complete with her silence, and this time she didn't say another word the whole
time. It was so strange.

She still didn't start talking to me after we got up. When I came home that
evening, she took my hand and led me into the bedroom and told me to lie down
again, in my clothes.

"Melody, this is strange," I reacted.

"Shh," she shushed me, not adding another word. I stood there for a second, then
complied with her wish. Yes, she had me suck on her finger and brought me off
again. And that night, she did it again, catching me while I was undressed. And
in the morning, again.

It went for days. After a while, she had me undressed every time. Three or even
more times a day. And she still never spoke to me about anything else!

Yes, I tried to say something to her, but she always indicated that I should be
quiet. Finally, one night I didn't let her stop me: "Melody, I miss doing it with
*you*!" I said over her objections.

"No you don't."

"Yes I do, I..."

"Shh. Just do this for now," she said.

"Melody..." But she shushed me again, insisting that we do it her way.

As she stroked me, getting me ready to come, she said "Shut your eyes." That was
something new in our little routine, but I did it and she continued her part for
a little while.

"You can imagine this's your Rick," she then added. My eyes flew open and I
started to sit up.

"Lie down!" she said, looking angry.

I lay down, but I didn't shut up: "Melody, I'm not interested in *Rick*."

"Of course you are. I always suspected."

"No!" I wanted to explain more, but she'd had that snapshot: how would I explain
*that*?

"Just relax let yourself go. Unfortunately, *he*'s not into this so you'll have
to *imagine* him here."

"Melody..."

"Shh!" I was lying there again and she continued to stroke me.

I had to stop this: it was too stupid. I'd have to tell her. I pulled her hand
away from my mouth and sat up again. "Melody..."

"Lie down!"

"Melody, I need to explain! I did that because this woman tricked us into it."

"No you didn't."

"Yes! She... she said she'd have sex with us if we did that." There--I'd said it.
I waited for the explosion. She was quiet for a second.

"But she couldn't have gotten you to do it unless you were interested," she
finally said. It was weird. She didn't seem fazed by my confession at all!

"No! She was, well, a devil! Listen, Rick did it too and you're telling me he
*isn't* interested."

She paused again, as if thinking. I knew I'd made a point. Finally she stood up
and went to her purse. I watched her looking over a packet of something--
photographs--and finally she came back with two of them and showed me one.

It was Rick, and that woman Christie sucking him off. They were on the beach and
she was in the same bikini she'd been in that afternoon. I stared.

She showed me the other snapshot. It was inside, Christie was naked and on her
hands and knees and Rick was doing her from behind.

Finally Melody spoke: "You say you did it so she would have sex with you. Did you
make her keep her promise?"

I sat there, speechless. I didn't know what to do. Soon I found myself lying
there, sucking on her fingers again as she brought me off. I must have gotten so
used to the procedure that I'd followed her lead like a robot. She was telling me
to imagine it was Rick. I just lay there and shut my eyes and let her bring me
off.

The next morning, I awoke again to her bringing me off. Then I lay there as she
started her shower.

I went for her purse. I found an envelope of snapshots and looked through them.
The very first one was Christie licking Melody! Melody was standing, naked and
Christie was kneeling in front of her in that same bikini!

More of the pictures were of Christie licking Melody. All different ways. In our
house! Some were outside.

Then there was a picture of Rick licking Melody. And Rick doing her! Several like
that. I stared.

Suddenly I realized Melody was standing next to me, sopping wet, wrapped in a
towel. I showed her the picture. "Well, I certainly haven't been getting anything
from *you*," she said. I stood there in shock.

"Listen," she went on. "Christie has this friend who she thinks could be willing
to, well, share your interests..."

I lay on the floor. A week later. I sucked on Dan's cock and he sucked on mine.
We were both naked and lying next to the bed. On the bed, Christie was naked, on
her elbows and knees, Rick fucking her from behind. Melody lay in front of her,
Melody's legs wrapped around Christie's head, tightly. Melody moaned. She'd never
moaned so much with me.