Paulette Smalls - Come and get it!

Doug shook hands with Walt, feeling more than a little weird about what was happening. Surprisingly, Walt's grip was strong, with his long, powerful fingers digging into his hand. They shook hands vigorously, as if it were more than just a greeting, as if it were some sort of ritual.

"How do you do. I'm Doug Barstow."

"Yeah, I know. Jessi already told me."

Doug couldn't think of an answer. "I see."

Walt released his hand finally, waving his arms about, gesturing both to Doug and his wife at the same time.

"What we doing standing up here?" he asked. "Why don't we all sit down and take a load off our feet. Get me a beer, will ya, Jes? That's a good lady. And bring another for my good buddy, Doug. I see his glass is empty. Say, what ya drinking, buddy?"

"Scotch."

"Scotch! Hear that, babe?"

"Yup, I hear ya," Jessi called out from the kitchen.

"She's a good woman," Walt confided. He was sitting on the edge of the sofa, with his legs spread wide apart, leaning forward, elbows resting on his bony knees. He grinned boyishly at Doug, and slapped him playfully on the knee. "As well you know, ya son-of-a-gun ya!"

Again, Doug didn't know what to say, so he said nothing, sitting back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other in an attempt at seeming relaxed. He wished Jessi would hurry with his drink. Not only did he need the Scotch, holding the glass would give him something to do with his hands. He could clink the ice, or stare into his drink and study its color. Anything!

"Smoke?" Walt asked, tugging a pack of unfiltered king-sized cigarettes from the front pocket of his jeans. He held them out to Doug.

"No, thanks."

"Oh, yeah, that reminds me," Walt said, lighting the cigarette, then letting it dangle from his lips, "Jessi was telling me something about you thinking I might be upset – you know, about what happened here today between you two. Well, don't worry about it. Jessi told me all about it, and believe me I don't mind."

Doug breathed another small sigh of relief. He tried to feel hopeful.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, truthfully.

"Oh, yeah, sure, buddy," Walt assured him, nodding his head vigorously, exhaling a huge white plume of thick, swirling smoke. "It's happened before. Plenty of times before. Jessi's a very passionate lady. She certainly needs a lot of loving."

Doug could agree to that, but he still didn't feel confident enough to voice his opinion. Instead, he smiled pleasantly, and nodded his head knowingly.

"Who's talking about me?" Jessi asked, carrying a tray with their drinks. She began distributing them. "I heard my name being mentioned when I walked in here. Is anybody going to tell me what about?"

"I was just telling Doug that you're a very passionate lady," Walt said, popping the top of his beer. He drank from the can. "I was telling him, too, that you certainly do need lots of loving."

"I'll drink to that," Jessi said, sitting on the sofa next to her husband. She put the tray down on the side of the sofa, leaning against it, but it slipped and clattered to the floor. Jessi laughed as if honestly amused; and then she took a deep sip from her third gin and tonic. She gulped it down. "… Certainly is a lot of truth in what you say, darlin'."

Doug swallowed some Scotch, grateful for the burning sensation spreading across his chest. For a moment or two it took his attention away from the wholly bizarre conversation in which he found himself.

"Oh, and Jes told me you did good and right by her," Walt said, exhaling another thick flume of smoke. He swallowed some more beer, touching the back of his hand to his lips before he spoke again. "And I especially want to thank you for that. I certainly do appreciate it."

Numbly, Doug nodded his head. "Thank you."

"So do I!" Jessi said, exploding into a fit of giggles. "Appreciate it, I mean. Oh, darlin', did I appreciate it!"

This time Doug smiled, feeling the Scotch. "It was my pleasure," he quipped.

"Only I don't think he believed me when I asked him to stay and meet you," Jessi said, pouting. Her lips turned down sourly into a thoughtful frown, and did not turn up into a smile until after she had another sip from her drink. "He didn't trust me."

"Oh, I believed you," Doug lied. "I was just a little nervous. I'm always nervous when I have to meet people for the first time."

"I think he thought you were going to beat him up or something," Jessi said, taking another sip. More than half the contents was gone. "You told him, didn't you, darlin', that everything was all right?"

"Sure, babe. First thing, right off." He grinned knowingly at Doug, cocking his head toward Jessi. "Hell, it turns me on when other men dick her. Why should I get mad? The only thing I wish is that I would have been here when ya did it. I would of love to watch you fucking her."

The tension of excitement gripped at Doug's stomach, and he could feel his cock lengthening against his thigh. A strange kind of reality had settled upon the three of them, making Doug feel drunker than his two Scotches could have made him. The strangeness was not in him: it was in Walt and Jessi Holbrook. They really were into a wide open sexual lifestyle, and were much less inhibited about it than he could ever be. While he felt intimidated by the strangeness of the situation in which he found himself, he envied them their freedom. At least they knew how to enjoy what it was, they were. Doug only wished he could say the same for himself.

"I don't think he believes you," Jessi said. "I guess he doesn't understand people like us."

Walt seemed very concerned, and intent on convincing Doug of his sincerity. "Oh, no, buddy, I really do mean it. Jes and I live a totally open marriage. We're deeply into swinging and orgies and everything. We do things like this all the time. All the time."

"I believe you," Doug said, nodding.

"Like sometimes I just pick up guys – strangers – and bring them home to fuck Jes. Or sometimes I bring home guys from where I work. I like watching Jes getting it."

"I invited him to stay for dinner," Jessi said, a grin on her face, and a wicked glint in her eyes: "He's on vacation, staying in a hotel downtown."

"Oh," Walt said, thinking. It took him a while before he caught on to what his wife was trying to make happen. The idea turned him on very much. "How long you on vacation for?"

"Two weeks."

"Got any plans? Anything definite?"

Doug drained his Scotch. What was this now, he wondered. He shook his head. "No."

"How'd ya like to stay here for the rest of your vacation?" Walt asked.

"What?"

"How'd ya like to live with us for the next two weeks? Between the two of us, we'd surely give Jes a real working out. And with all our friends, you'd get yourself enough pussy to stick your dick into to wind up with blisters on it."

Doug was stunned. "Are you serious?"

"Of course I am!" Walt looked perplexed.

"See!" Jessi injected. "I told you he was like that."

"But…" He searched for the right words. "You don't even know who I am."

"I know you've got a good cock, and my Jessi wants it. That's all I really have to know." He slapped his knee. "Say, how'd you like to go to an orgy one night?"

Doug's head was spinning. Too many incredible suggestions were hitting him before he had a chance to digest their content. It was as if some mysterious force had unexpectedly lifted him out of his normal life, and had suddenly dropped him in the middle of a pornographic film. What was happening to him just didn't happen to people. The whole thing was a fantasy, a wet dream. Any moment now he was going to wake up in bed, cock in hand. He felt like he wanted to scream.

"An orgy?" he asked, feeling numb.

"Yeah. We're always having orgies or going to them. If you came and lived with us, you could come with us whenever we went to one." He leaned forward aggressively, his eyes glistening almost feverishly. "What ya say?"