Free Nice Couples Do by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd Page A

flicked over her lips.
    “I want to learn everything,” he said hoarsely, unable to ignore the pressure building in his cock, “but I can’t wait.”
    “It’s all right. It’s time for you to be inside of me now,” Angie said.
    They were both covered with sweat as Angie spread her legs wide and Phil placed his knees between them. His erect cock slipped into her and it took only a few strokes for him to climax.
    Because of Phil’s job and their frequent sexual interruptions, it took almost two weeks to finish the painting. Even when the job was completed, Phil returned to Mrs. Johnstone’s apartment whenever he could and they each taught and learned.
    When the summer ended and Phil’s school resumed, they saw very little of each other, but when they passed on the stoop, they smiled.
    Now, every summer, on the hottest day, Phil smiles and remembers.

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    EROTIC SURROUNDINGS
    H ave you ever thought about making love somewhere other than the bedroom? Maybe in the bathtub, or on the dining room table? One person I know always wanted to consummate a relationship in the backseat of a stretch limousine, and another, who worked with his sexual partner, always wanted to make love on the table in the conference room.
    Whatever turns you on. Just be careful that you are not interrupted, although the danger of being discovered can add to the intrigue.
    Barry and Anne had always wanted to make love someplace different, someplace where they could do anything and make lots of noise doing it. This proved difficult, however, because they lived in a small apartment in a large city and had a small child. But where there’s a will, there’s a way.
    ANNE AND BARRY’S STORY
    During the two years that Anne and Barry had lived together before their marriage, they had indulged in many nights of terrific sex. Then they married and soon after Anne became pregnant. Now Mike, the baby, was just over a year old and Anne and Barry’s sex life had grown stale and routine. They both knew that things should be better, but, with Barry’s job and the baby, they were caught in a rut.
    Barry talked about the situation with his friend Jeff one evening. “It’s not that I don’t love Anne,” he said, “but we seem to be so tired that we fall asleep right after we put the baby down.”
    “I know. Carrie and I have the same problem, I never imagined that I’d be too tired for sex.”
    Over the next few weeks, Barry and Jeff evolved a simple plan. One Saturday, Barry and Anne kept Carrie and Jeff’s three-year-old overnight so that Jeff could take Carrie to a local motel for a night away—away from their son, away from their house, away from everything that reminded them of their everyday lives.
    When the young couple picked their son up late Sunday afternoon, Jeff seemed more relaxed than Barry had seen him in months. This might be just the refresher that he and Anne needed so badly.
    Barry did some planning for his night away with Anne. It was late one Saturday afternoon almost a month later when they dropped fourteen-month-old Mike off. So far, Barry hadn’t confided his plans to Anne, so she sat in the passenger seat of their old car, impatiently crossing and recrossing her legs.
    “Come on, Barry, give,” she said finally. “Where are we going?”
    “My boss and his wife are in Europe for two weeks and he’s invited us to use his cabin at Sparkle Lake. It’s almost a mile to the nearest neighbor. Think about it, solitude, privacy, and a swimming pool big enough to play water polo in.”
    Anne did think about it. She had always fantasized about making love outdoors, particularly in a swimming pool. Maybe this weekend could make that fantasy come true.
    They arrived at the cabin close to sundown and, after they toured the immense house, they barbecued steaks and drank a bottle of wine Barry had brought.
    It was a warm evening and the wine had added heat to their bodies, so Barry suggested, “How about a swim?”
    “Do you think I