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The rest of our walk was made in relative silence. Even my sobs died down eventually. Kathy was even considerate enough to take her own blouse off so I wouldn't look so out of place; me in my skimpy bikini bottoms which barely covered my mons and her in a blouse and shorts. Of course, she was used to going topless. I was ashamed of the looks I received in my minuscule swimsuit. It violated every standard of modesty I held for myself. Despite my shame, or maybe because of it, my nipples were hard spikes on my breasts. I was so glad to get back, my ordeal finally over. It was around 1:30, two and a half hours before Tanner would return.
"I say we have something to drink," Kathy said. "Wash the taste of cum out of your mouth, maybe get drunk."
"Yes, please," I said. "Getting drunk sounds perfect."
"I'll crack open a bottle of wine, or perhaps something harder?" Kathy asked.
"What do we have in the way of gin?"
"Tanqueray and Bombay Sapphire."
"Any tonic water?"
"Canada Dry."
"Mix me a big one. Tanqueray. Easy on the tonic water."
"Done."
Katherine mixed me up a large drink and I downed it, handed her the glass and said, "Another please."
"Okay, but go easier on this one. Dying of alcohol poisoning is not the answer to your problems."
I saluted her. "As you say, sir."
"Go get in the hammock. I'll mix up a pitcher and join you in a minute."
I saluted again and got in the hammock, feeling a little dizzy from the way I'd knocked back my first drink. About fifteen minutes later, Kathy came out on the deck with nothing but swimsuit bottoms, setting a high SPF suntan lotion and a pitcher of gin and tonic and sliced limes on the deck beside me.
She handed me my sun glasses and said, "If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right. It's only your second day here, you don't want to burn. Your boobs are dreadfully white."
Kathy took a glass full of ice and poured the mixture over it, handing it to me, then poured one for herself. She got into the hammock with me.
"Show me your back, I'll put some lotion on it," she said.
I turned enough she could put lotion on my back. She put some on her hands and began rubbing it on my skin. When she'd done my entire back and neck, she said, "Turn around." I turned to face her. She put some on her hands and started spreading it on my forehead, then my cheeks and nose, my neck and shoulders and down my arms. She put some more on her hands and reached slowly for my breasts. When I didn't stop her, she smoothed the lotion over the soft, white globes, and hard brown nipples. I let her. It felt good. Maybe I needed a woman's touch, or anything gentle at that particular moment, but I let her. She leaned in and kissed me, and her lips were soft; much softer than any man I'd ever kissed. Soft and inviting. She kissed harder and her mouth parted over mine and her tongue pushed its way between my lips. I went along with it for perhaps twenty seconds, then pulled away.
"Please don't," I said. "I have enough problems already. I don't need more."
She leaned back. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. You're vulnerable right now, and I was taking advantage." She handed me the lotion. "You should finish your front, especially around your bathing suit bottom. You have a lot of white skin there that's never seen the light of day."
I started applying the lotion to the rest of me. "You like women too, not just men?" I asked.
"Sometimes. With the right woman."
"Have you ever shared a woman with your husband?"
"A few times." She paused. "Have you ever been with a woman?"
"I'm as ignorant of women as I was of men," I said, finishing up with the lotion. "Dumb, little old me. No experience at all before. In the space of Saturday to Tuesday, I've sucked off three men and fucked two. Who knows where it will end." I handed her the lotion. "You do your front. I'll take care of your back when you're finished." I took a long drink and waited for her to apply lotion to her front. When she handed the lotion back, she turned away and I prepared to oil her back. "Pardon the hands, they're cold from my drink." She shivered a little when I put them on her back. I finished up and set the lotion on the deck, picking up my drink again and taking another drink, then topping it off from the pitcher. She drank half of hers and I topped hers off as well.
"When did you and Stan start adding others to your bed?" I asked.
"We were doing it when we were dating. We didn't stop when we got married."
"How do you meet the others you have sex with?" I drank some more.
"Lots of different ways," Kathy said. "Sometimes, like you and Tanner, we see a couple doing something adventurous and we think, maybe they want to be even more adventurous. Some we meet through other, like minded friends. There's a club we go to where we can meet others. We've even answered a couple on-line ads in fetish sites on-line."
"How did you meet the Ortega's?"
"We put an ad on-line saying we were going to be at this resort between certain dates and asked if anyone would be willing to hook up while we were here. It's relatively easy finding people if you know where to look."
"Do you always hook up with other couples?"
"Most of the time. It's easier and more convenient."
"But you're obviously not averse to roping the occasional stray filly."
Kathy smiled at me. "Not too averse, no."
"Does Stan like guys? Will he be trying to seduce Tanner?" I took another long drink.
"Not likely. He's not really into men. I mean, there's a certain amount of interaction you're bound to have if you're sharing a woman, but he wouldn't try to have sex with Tanner himself."
"I take it then, you've been with more than one man at a time?"
"Yes, I have," Kathy replied.
"Did you like it?"
"Very much. I've had very intense orgasms with two or more men at once."
"More than two?" That called for another tipple.
"As many as five at once."
"All at the same time or sequentially."
Kathy smiled again. "All at once. Sequentially, it would be more than five."
I finished my drink, thinking about it a little, wondering how that would work. Kathy waited for me to figure it out.
"That's a lot," I said. I poured myself another glass. Kathy had some more as well. She wasn't keeping up with me, but she wasn't far behind.
"Yes, it is."
"I have a favor to ask."
"What is it?" Kathy said.
"Please don't try and seduce me anymore. Even if I get drunk, even if you think I want it. I need a friend right now. I don't need anymore lovers."
"I promise. Nothing more than the occasional sisterly hug and a chaste kiss. No more tongue. No more spreading lotion on your boobs. Scouts honor." She held up her hand.
"Thank you. I appreciate your honesty in talking about your love life."
"If I'm willing to do it, I should be willing to talk about it, with the right person of course. I would expect you to keep my confidences as I'm keeping yours."
"Of course. It goes without saying. Can Stan keep his mouth shut?"
"He's the soul of discretion."
"I know he'll have questions, but don't tell him anymore than you have to. I feel bad enough as it is. I don't need more people knowing about my miserable day."
"As you wish."
I took another drink, leaned back and closed my eyes, basking in the sun, hoping it would dry me up and blow me away on a soft breeze.
My phone dinged again. Please, God, no. Not again.
I looked at it. A movie of me sucking the elderly black man's cock and then him fucking me, greeted my eyes. The resort was in the background so it would be clear where I was when it happened. So was Kathy, so she hadn't taken it. How the hell did this get taken. I'd looked around as I'd approached to see if anyone else was around. I hadn't seen anyone else, or I wouldn't have gone through with it. Was the blackmailer using a long lens camera or some telescope mounted camera to film me? It was fucking plain as day who and where I was and what I was doing.
"You'd better make another pitcher of gin and tonic," I said, handing her my phone. "I'm going to need it."
She watched the movie. "It just keeps getting worse and worse, doesn't it," Kathy said, getting up to make more drinks. "You didn't see anyone else there, did you? I know I didn't."
"Not a soul. I wish I knew how he was doing this." I finished off my third glass. It was hitting me hard now. I hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast but a man's sperm. "Might help to know how he's doing it."
"Damned if I know," Kathy said.












