“What?”
“Regular price, four bucks, four bucks, four bucks.”
Theresa and Dale just stared at her. Jeremy was probably staring at her too, but Theresa couldn’t see him since he was lying beneath her with his cock up her ass.
“Huh?”
“It’s that old Pizza Hut commercial, buy one pizza and get the others for four bucks. They’d call up the Pizza Hut lady and ask how much for, like, a pepperoni pizza, a sausage pizza, a cheese pizza, and a black olive pizza, and she’d say ‘regular price, four bucks, four bucks, four bucks.’ It was quite a few years ago. I don’t do jokes well on the spot.”
They stared at her some more, and then Dale burst into laughter. His body shook, and his cock shook, and as it trembled against the absolute perfect fucking spot Theresa sucked in a deep breath.
“Tell another one!” Theresa demanded.
“What’s the difference between a pregnant woman and a light bulb?” Jeremy asked.
“What?”
“You can’t unscrew the woman.”
Dale laughed even harder, and Theresa’s own laugh turned into an orgasmic shriek. The men stopped laughing and proceeded to fuck her senseless. After Melanie told the one about the stripper, the hooker, and the nun walking to a bar, Theresa came again.
* * * * *
They fucked until they could fuck no more. And it took a long time to get to that point.
The mattress room was large enough that nobody had to sleep in the many wet spots. Melanie gathered a couple of comforters, and the four of them slept together, Theresa in Dale’s arms, Melanie in Jeremy’s.
Theresa’s dreams were loaded with sex, but after her real-life experiences, the dreams were kind of a letdown.
Epilogue
“Now what?”
It was a question that the four of them had avoided asking as they enjoyed the rest of their weekend at the mansion. They hadn’t brought it up on the plane ride home, or at the airport as they got into their separate cars. Nor had Dale and Theresa talked about it on the drive back to their apartment, choosing instead to recap the highlights. Dale didn’t ask the question until Theresa was seated in front of their computer, checking her e-mail.
“I don’t know.”
“I guess we don’t have to decide now,” Dale admitted.
“Nope.”
“But maybe we should, y’know, settle on a general direction or something.”
Theresa sighed. “I had fun.”
“Me too.”
“Lots of fun.”
“Me too.”
“We’ve already tried to leave it in the past once, and it didn’t work out. And I’ll be completely honest with you, I’m not really looking to call this a one-time fling.”
“Me either.”
“What we need to do is set some ground rules.” Theresa opened her word processor. She typed “Group Sex Rules” at the top of the new document.
“No dick contact,” Dale said immediately.
“Let’s be serious this time. I think it’s important that we only do this as a couple. I don’t have sex with Jeremy when you’re not around, and you don’t have sex with Melanie when I’m not around.”
“Definitely.”
Theresa typed that up. “Spending the night is fine, but no long-term living arrangements. We’re not going to get some communal hut or something.”
“Yep, I agree with that one.”
“And we should hold off for a while in between sessions. We shouldn’t be doing orgies every weekend.”
“Aw.”
“You disagree?”
“No, that was a facetious ‘aw’.“
“I thought we were being serious.”
“How can I be serious when you’re making comments like ‘We shouldn’t be doing orgies every weekend’?”
“Point taken. And no other participants. Four is enough. No fivesomes, no sixsomes, no sevensomes…just you, me, Melanie, and Jeremy.”
“I’ve never heard the phrase ‘fivesome.’ I think when you pass the four-person mark it’s just called a ‘moresome’.“
“How do you know that?”
“Internet porn.”
“Oh.” Theresa gave him a kiss. “I still can’t believe we’re such sluts.”
“But we’re sluts together.”
“Yep. Gotta love it.” Theresa saved the list of rules and smiled happily at the thought of her upcoming slut adventures. Then she frowned. “Sweetie, do you smell something?”
* * * * *
“I can’t believe this.” They stood outside of their apartment building, watching the fire truck drive away. The woman next door had fallen asleep with a cigarette in her mouth and ignited her bed. They’d gotten everybody out in time, and as far as they could tell the only serious fire damage had happened to the smoking idiot’s apartment, but of course the entire floor had filled with black smoke and the place would be uninhabitable for at least a few days while they got it cleaned up.
“We could stay with my mom,” Theresa offered.
“I like your mom, but please, God, no.”
“Well, then let’s get a hotel.”
“We’re going to have to. Unless…”
“Unless what?”
Dale looked at Theresa and raised an eyebrow.
She looked at him doubtfully. “I’m pretty sure the list forbids this kind of thing.”
‘The computer is probably ruined. The list no longer exists.”
Theresa sighed. “All right, call him.”
“Call him? I was thinking Melanie.”
“Rock, paper, scissors.”
They played. Theresa’s rock beat Dale’s scissors.
“Damn.” He took out his cell phone. “Hello, Jeremy? Hi, it’s Dale. Say, we have a really big favor to ask…”
The End
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