"Yes, she's just fine. Right now, she and Cheryl are finding out how much food we have… and she sent your guide for help."
"Why? There's the radio in the plane…"
"It's useless, Jim!"
He turned the information over in his mind for a moment. Smiling then he said, "Well… everything's been taken care of… almost!"
In a few moments he was sound asleep.
Nancy looked around, found a new novel by a popular woman writer with a reputation for not pulling punches and curled up in the comfortable leather chair beside the bed to read. She'd tell Charlotte, later, about the fact of his minimal injuries… but for now, she decided, she would be a little selfish. I haven't had him alone yet!
Frank Paynter came in through the rear door of the lodge into the kitchen where Charlotte was busily preparing the evening meal. He stamped wet snow from his boots and swept his eyes over her figure, very much liking what he saw.
Jim Harding's wife glanced over her shoulder at him, giving him a smile of greeting but went right back to her mixing of the flour biscuits she was preparing.
Coming in behind her he slid his hands in under her arms and reaching around cupped a soft breast in either hand. She shivered as he kissed the back of her neck.
"Your nose is cold Frank! Brrrrrrrr!"
"I'm just trying to get warmed up!" He burrowed his face into her lustrous black hair.
"Why don't you try a drink and stand next to the fire!" she suggested.
"You're putting me off…?"
"I have to, for a while… otherwise everybody will go hungry!" She told him, turning in the circle of his arms and threatening him with her flour covered hands.
Frank retreated with a grin and stood by the cookstove to absorb its warmth.
"Where is everybody…?" he queried.
"Do you really want an answer to that, darling?"
"Well, yeah… I thought Cheryl was helping you…"
"She was."
"But, she isn't now?"
"No."
"Is she in our room, then?"
"Yes."
"Well, I guess I'll go up and see how she is. There isn't anything wrong is there?" He was already headed for the door to the living room.
Charlotte stopped him with a warning. "Don't go up there right now, Frank!"
"Why?" He came back into the kitchen.
"Because Gene's up there with her!"
Frank stared at her hard, disbelieving it for a moment; then unreasonable rage surged through him. "I'll be damned! I'll tear him apart!"
He was already turning and charging blindly toward the living room. Charlotte moved fast, blocking his way. "Frank! Don't be a damned fool!" she hissed. "Isn't that what you wanted? If you start some kind of trouble… get into a fight with him, it ruins it for everybody… but if Gene can turn her on, get her to go with him, we all swing… together!"
Reason returned to him as he listened to her urgent plea.
"Anyway," Jim Harding's wife was going on, "your wife was the only holdout… so give Gene a chance! Let him lay her if he can. It'll make it better for you… and for all of us! Believe me… it only takes one partner objecting to what's going on to ruin a whole swinging scene!"
"Okay! I get it!" Frank agreed. "But for a second there, I just couldn't stand the thought of another man fucking my wife!"
"You'll have to!" she told him. "It's one of the hardest things for Baby Swingers to learn!"
Frank Paynter shot a look up the stairs and wiped a trembling hand across his face. "Yeah, you're right! I think I'll have that drink. I need it!"
He headed for the liquor cabinet. Charlotte watched him, heaving a sigh of relief; then she returned to the kitchen glad that one small crisis had been averted.
Nancy had read for perhaps forty-five minutes while Jim slept. The author, writing from a woman's point of view, yet putting in all the details, had recounted how it was… how it felt to be a woman, a sensuous, hot-blooded woman, fully aroused and lying beneath a man as he pounded hard man-flesh deep into her receptive vagina. It was all there complete to the last minute detail, and as she read on, avidly, Nancy couldn't help projecting herself into the story, seeing herself so much like the protagonist and living the scene with her.
Then she stopped reading as her own memories crowded in on her of that first night here in the lodge with Jim and Charlotte Harding. It had begun even before they had landed at the lodge. She and Charlotte had sat together in the rear seat of the plane, and it wasn't long before they found their common interest. They chatted about many topics, but when Charlotte's hand had cupped and fondled her breast, Nancy knew and understood what she had only suspected up to that point. Her own reassuring caress had brought their heads together for a furtive kiss. Charlotte's whispered invitation had surprised her thought. "How would you like to make-it with both Jim and me… tonight…?"
Before her marriage to Gene a year ago, Nancy had had sordid little affairs with both a woman and a man… separately, and she was a little surprised at Charlotte's offer. "Both of you… at the same time?" she had asked.
"Yes! It's a lot more fun that way!"
And, it was! Nancy still thrilled remembering how uninhibited she had become, as she had lain on their bed, her body sensation-packed, aroused beyond all control by Charlotte's mouth licking and sucking at her pussy… and then Jim had fucked her, his massive cock bringing her to two soaring climaxes, while she had, in turn, used her mouth on Charlotte.
God! It made her hot just thinking about it. It bothered her that her young husband Gene had taken such a hard-nosed attitude toward her declaration of sexual freedom for herself. I think it'd be an awful lot of fun for both of us… if he'd just loosen up and decide to swing, too! In a tight interpretation of the word Nancy hadn't been swinging before, but the Hardings; had explained a good deal of it to her. She embraced their ideas readily, making up her mind, on the spot, as to her own future… And, when we get back home… if Gene still feels the way he does now, I'll find another man to take his place! I'll go to every party I can… and according to what Jim and Charlotte told me there are plenty of them going on all the time!
Jim stirred and awakened. Instantly, Nancy was there beside him, looking down at him with a smile. "How do you feel, Jim?"
She reached out to touch his forehead, found it cool to her touch and heard him tell her that he felt great.
"Your headache?"
"Gone!" Then, with a lewd grin, he told her, "I think it just slipped a little."
"Do you mean?"
"And, I think there's a little fever, too!"
Quickly he kicked the covers down to the foot of the bed, and he lay there naked, hard muscled and lean, his pale blue eyes amused with her involuntary gasp of awe, as his hardened penis lurched, standing up straight and yearning from the blond hairiness of his loins.
"See what I mean, Nurse?"
She liked Jim Harding's bantering ways, the lightness with which he treated things, in sharp contrast to Gene's darkly forbidding approach. She fell in with his joking invitation.
"Yes, I do see what you mean!" She reached out to take the throbbing thickness of his penis into her hand. "There's definitely a temperature."
"You've got to do something about it, Nurse!"
"Well," she grinned, kidding him back, "I could bathe it in cold water to take down the swelling!"
"Sadist!" He reached for her then, as he sat up in bed, and pulled her down to sit beside him. "There's only one thing that'll cure this!"
He kissed her hard, his tongue lashing deep into her mouth to taste and savor the moist sweetness, while his hands began to unbutton her shirt.
She kissed him back, enjoying every moment of it, and when her shirt was opened and his hand cupped her brassiere-clad breast caressingly, erotically maddening electric sensations charged through her slim, willowy body. She wanted him, then, wanted him to take her passionately, with his long, hard cock ranging deep up into the yearning softness of her belly, but she wondered seriously whether she should let him… whether it was best for him. Fucking required energy, energy which he might not have, regardless of what he might think.