Bill Wilson had already put his key in the lock of his apartment door by the time Kurt had gotten his clothes back on and had reached the living room of the Wilsons' apartment. Hearing the sound of his friend arriving home, Kurt sat down on the sofa, glad to be able to have a few words with Bill before he went home.
"Oh, Kurt, it's you!" said Bill cheerfully when he recognized his buddy. "Hey, man, what time are you and Stacey leaving in the morning? Birdie and I have to come up later-she's got to work until 3:30 in the afternoon. You think you and Stacey will be all right until us chaperones get there?" Bill laughed then, sitting down on the sofa next to Kurt.
Reminded of the situation with his younger sister, Kurt looked a bit downcast. "I don't know, Bill," he answered. "I kind of got into trouble with Stacey tonight. I tried to… you know… what we were talking about the other day… I tried to screw her when we came down from the swimming pool. I just couldn't wait any longer, man, she just looked so cute in her little bikini and everything."
"Out of sight, man! Good for you!" exclaimed Bill, slapping Kurt on the back. "I'm glad you finally got your nerve up to give it a try! How did it go? Did she let you get anywhere?"
"Well, I guess she kind of did in a way. I ended up cumming in her hands, man, like a dumb kid. She wouldn't let me get any closer than that. But then, now that you mention it, she did let me suck her pussy for a while. I guess I should consider that I got pretty far, huh?"
"That was great, man!" said Bill happily. "Don't worry about a thing. If she let you do all of that, she really wants it as bad as you do, man. But she's young, she's a virgin, you've just got to take your time with her. Don't rush things. Wait until she gets up to the cabin with you tomorrow, then see what happens. I bet you twenty bucks you'll be able to screw her before we come back to work."
Kurt laughed then, thinking, that maybe his friend had a point. "Well," he said, smiling still, "I'll give it a try. But I sure was mad tonight when the thing didn't go over. I came over here to cry on Birdie's shoulder, and she told me the same thing you're saying now."
"That's good, man," said Bill reassuringly. "And whenever you get Stacey free of her old Victorian hang-ups, I sure would like to have a crack at her, too. That is, if you don't mind, big brother!" He laughed and slapped Kurt on the back again playfully.
Kurt really liked Bill, just the way he was. He was a great friend, someone you could count on for help and encouragement. It had taken Kurt quite a while to understand Bill. He had never met anyone before who was as carefree and generous as he was. It was hard for Kurt to believe there could even be a husband who was so completely nonpossessive about his own wife. But Birdie and Bill loved each other. They had worked out an arrangement whereby both of them could have their freedom to do as they liked, and yet they were as close and in love as any two people had ever been. After a while, Kurt had come to realize that Birdie wanted to make love to him, and that it was going to be okay with Bill if he did so.
Even then, he had held back, unable to bring himself to make love to his friend's wife. But he had realized that Bill actually wanted him to do it, that he was leaving him a thousand opportunities and chances to be alone with Birdie. Then, finally, one day, Bill had taken him aside, explaining the way it was with them, and telling him how much Birdie liked him. It was almost as though he had been extended a formal invitation. Bill had made him understand that it would please everyone if Kurt made love to Birdie, and afterward he had never regretted it, knowing Birdie and Bill had really changed his life. And he was going to share this understanding with his dear, sweet little sister.
"No, man," he finally answered. "Big brother won't mind at all!" Then he rose to start for home. "I'll see you tomorrow, Bill. I just hope that Stacey's still willing to go up to the cabin with -me."
Bill got up to see Kurt to the door. "Don't worry, Kurt," he reassured him one last time. "Just take your time. She wants to do it, don't forget!"
Bill closed the door and turned to stretch and yawn as he walked slowly back into the living room of his apartment. He turned off the light and moved silently into the bedroom. His wife was sprawled on top of the mussed bed, obviously sleeping. In the dim light of the darkened room, he could not fail to note her curvaceous legs, those beautifully tapered, white thighs, where at the apex of them, he could see her dark, curling pubic hair peeping out, barely covered by her dressing robe; above, he saw her sleep-tousled hair, jet black and shining, and just below the smooth-skinned neck, the robe was parted to reveal a full rounded, naked breast. I know they were screwing in here! he said to himself. She's the most beautiful woman in the world when she's relaxed like this… and the sexiest woman I've ever known! For some reason, he loved to take his wife after she had made love to another man. It was then that she was at her best, her softest, her warmest. And he thought, as he had thought a thousand times before, that he was one hell of a lucky man to be married to her!
He could feel the blood pounding already in his cock- below, bringing it to hard readiness. Sitting down gently on the bed beside his dozing wife, his hand smoothed up and down her back, then went up inside her thin dressing gown to capture the softly pliant mound of a breast, his fingers rolling the nipple to almost instant hardness.
Her eyes fluttered as she stirred in her sleep. "Oh, Bill, honey," she said softly through sweetened lips. "You're home."
He answered her with a kiss, mashing her lips flat against her teeth, and his tongue stabbed into her mouth hungrily. Birdie seemed to melt into his arms, a renewed glow suffusing through her belly, as her own tiny hand groped out to him, rummaging in his lap until she found the hard shaft of his penis to rub massagingly through the material of his trousers.
Finally, she broke the kiss and panted chokingly, "Why don't you take your clothes off, darling?"
Bill got up off the bed and began to undress rapidly. His wife watched him, as the garments came off his body, revealing his hard muscled frame. While he was tugging off his clothes, he kept his brown eyes on her, watching as she tossed off the dressing gown and lay down on the bed, her legs spread almost obscenely, and he saw her hips rotating in tiny expectant circles. Damn! That's my little Birdie! She's already as hot as hell!
Birdie loved her husband. He was the dearest of all men to her. Even though she knew she could never be satisfied with just one man, she found him to be the best of lovers, and as she watched him, now standing before her with his massively stiffened cock lancing out from beneath his smooth-muscled abdomen, she renewed her vow that she would never lose him. He's too good a man!
Crawling -up on the bed over her, he lay down on top of his wife and said, "Birdie, darling, I love you. I want to make love to you!"
"I love you too, babe! Why don't you just go ahead and put your cock in me… and fuck me… hard!"
"Okay, doll… if you want me to!"
"I do, Bill, darling! I want it… hard and long… and deep!"
And that was exactly what he did!