Kit and Marty showered and went downstairs for breakfast. At Kit's encouragement that did not dress. "I don't want Jere and Bretta to feel they have to get dressed. We have an understanding here that they can work in the nude if they want to. Besides, I want you to get a look at these two."
While Jere served breakfast to Kit and Marty she checked out his cock and balls. She was taken by the shaped and size of his organs and wanted to feel him up but decided against it until later.
When Bretta came into the dining room, naked too, to bring the newspaper to Kit Marty could see why Kit found her so nice to have around. Bretta's body was small but firm and beautifully formed. Her little breasts were perky, standing straight out then with the nipples curving upward.
Like Marty, Bretta had trimmed the bush above her cunt too, and it made her look more like a teenage than an adult.
Kit watched Marty looking at Jere and he smiled when he saw that Marty stared openly at the butler's cock. When Jere left the room Kit asked, "Interested in a group encounter?"
"If you really don't object to it, yes I am interested. He's a very handsome fellow. Nicely endowed too."
"I would imagine that he finds you attractive too. I've seen how he looks at you."
After breakfast Kit and Marty walked out to the pool. Surrounded by a high brick wall they were as secure and private as if they'd remained in the bedroom. They both were still naked.
In the bright sunlight they lay on chaise lounges and relaxed. Kit looked over at Marty and asked, "If you had known that I'd come into money would you have tried to avoid ever meeting me again or would you have sought me harder?"
Marty looked at Kit for a long, silent moment before she answered. "Money has nothing to do with my reason for being here Kit. I always thought you were different from the other men at the prison. And, of course, I've remembered the night we got together. I've recalled that night with a special affection and fondness. I'm actually disappointed that you would even wonder what effect your money would have on me."
"I didn't mean for the question to sound quite the way it did," Kit explained. "I guess I'm still a little paranoid after all the time I spent locked up. Liberation is something that's hard to come by."
"I'm sure it is," Marty agreed. "I would like to be your friend and confidant if you'll let me. Let me work with you to help make your adjustment easier."
"There is one thing I should explain to you," Kit added after a moment of reflection. "Jere isn't just my butler. He's my former partner and all the time I spent in jail was for him. I got caught and he got away. I never gave up any secrets and he remained free. Now, he is devoted to me for reserving his freedom. And, Bretta, she's my former secretary and sometime sweetheart. She was involved with us but she never got caught either."
Marty was surprised at the revelation. "I have to admire the kind of friend who will go to jail for someone and not tell anything about him or her to the police."
A few minutes later Jere and Bretta came out onto the patio to join Kit and Marty. Jere had taken off his black jock strap so they were both naked as Kit and Marty.
There was nothing said among the four sexy people. Bretta went to Kit and Jere went to Marty. Kit looked over at Marty, he nodded and winked. And, instead of taking Bretta there on the patio, he took her inside.
Jere and Marty looked into one another's eyes for a few silent seconds. He smiled finally, laid his hand on Marty's leg and asked, "You know Kit and I were partners? If you'd like we can share among ourselves, the way we used to do."
Marty had been looking closely at Jere, assessing his physical attributes. When he made the proposal she accepted it. "Yes, he explained everything to me. I am a liberated woman and I have no problem with sharing among liberated adults." She raised her leg under Jere's hand and scooted down on the lounge.
"May I?" he asked.
"I'm not sure what you are asking me," Marty answered. "What do you mean?"
"May we have sex?"
"I'd like that very much," she answered.
Jere got up, went to the bar, dug through one of the cabinets and when he returned he carried a jar of lubricant. He explained to Marty, "I doubt that you need any artificial lubricant but this is different. I'd like for you to try it."
He scooped up a gob of the clear stuff and reached between Marty's legs. He smeared the stuff on the lips of her cunt and then pushed some of it into her.
He stood up, scooped more onto his fingers and smeared that onto his own cock. It stiffened, grew in his hand, and remained standing erect when he let it go.
Marty wore an odd expression on her face. "Its warm," she finally said.
"Yes. It has some camphor in it."
Jere reached out a hand to Marty and helped her stand up. "Over here," he said. He walked her to the wide diving board and laid her down. Climbing onto the board he stationed himself between her legs.
Marty was eager to try it with Jere. His cock, though not as long as Kit's, was thick and looked good to her.
When he positioned himself there, on his knees, he reached down, took hold of Marty's legs and lifted them high to drape them over his shoulders. He leaned forward to brace his hands on the diving board beside her shoulders.
Because Jere's cock was so hard he didn't need to guide it in with his hand. He simply lowered his body until his cock was pressing at the apex of Marty's cunt. He hiked his hips a little and rubbed his cock back and forth against her clit and made her groan a funny little sound.
"Tell me how you want it," he said.
"I just want it," Marty said. "Just fuck me. Make it feel good just by being inside of me."
Jere lowered his cock back down a little and pressed forward. When he entered her pussy Marty arched her back and rose to meet him. The thick cock felt as good as she'd hoped it would. It stretched her quite a bit, the fiery fullness felt good. She was being filled again almost the way it had been with the dancer with the huge cock.
Jere rocked back and forth, at first making short entries into her love tunnel. Eventually he lengthened his strokes in and out creating a wonderful long, sensual rubbing against his cock and her cunt.
"Tell me if it feels good. Tell me how it feels. Talk dirty to me," Jere said. "I like to hear dirty talk when I fuck."
Marty was surprised by the request and instead of complying she said, "No, you talk dirty to me. You make me hot. Make me cum. Tell me how it feels to have your big cock stuffed into my cunt and how good it will feel when you shoot off inside of me. You talk dirty to me you motherfucker. You pea-brained wore hound. You tell me how it feels and tell me what you need."
Jere immediately began talking. It was rare for a woman to out guess him as Marty had done. He began to tell her how tight her pussy was and how big his cock was and how much he liked being in her. "I love to show off my cock and I love to fuck. I need sex a lot. I have to jack off during the day. Would you like that? I bet you'd like to see me playing with myself wouldn't you? No? I bet you'd like to suck me off. I love to have a woman lick my balls while I beat my meat and shoot my cum all over myself. Most of all I like to fuck though. I like to dump my nuts and fill a woman's pussy with my cum."
The effect on Marty came as an additional surprise. She'd never been especially aroused by vulgar language but having Jere fucking away while he stared down at her and talked about the rawest aspects of sex made her start to heat up faster than usual.
Marty got into the dirty talk with Jere. "You're a good fuck. That big, thick cock of yours feels good in me. I love it. I love a man who likes to show off his cock and play with himself while I watch. I love to suck a big cock while the guy's got his tongue in my cunt, eating me out. But, I like to fuck best of all too. You make me hot with your nasty talk but mostly it's that big cock of yours sliding in and out of me and making me want to cum."
Jere closed his eyes, his expression changed and he suddenly pulled his cock out. He raised up, remaining on his knees, and took hold of his stiff dick. He began to pump at himself, giving himself a rapid and firm hand job.
Marty never missed a beat. She saw what he was doing so she got up too. On her knees, facing Jere, she reached down and began to caress herself with both hands. One hand worked on the labia, the other hand stroked her own clit.
When Jere was about to cum he stepped off the diving board and said, "Watch me." He turned so Marty would see his profile and as she looked on he literally spewed his seed all about him on the pool deck.
Long, pearly strands of cum stretched out of the end of his fat cock and fell to the sun warmed deck.
Marty launched her own burst of grunts and cries and fingered herself to climax. As Jere's cock bucked and pitched in his fist, she came with her fingers probing in her snatch and her thumb rubbing her clit.
Long after they'd cum and had gotten into the pool to cool off Marty asked, "How did you know I really like that?"
"I heard you," Jere answered. "In Kit's room this morning. I even saw you two getting off."
"Where were you?" Marty asked.
"In the next room, watching on closed circuit television. In fact, that's what Kit and Bretta were doing just now while you and I got off at the diving board."
Marty looked around and saw the little television camera affixed to the edge of the roof. She smiled and waved to Kit and Bretta.
When Kit and Bretta came out of the house to join Jere and Marty in the pool they were all smiles too. "That was great," Kit called out. Bretta nodded and smiled from ear to ear.
The rest of the afternoon the four hot and sexy people shared their bodies. The men and women kept swapping partners until the sun was pearly down. Kit suggested they all eat out that night. All the others agreed.
Marty dashed home to change clothes and hurried back to meet Kit, Jere and Bretta. They were waiting for her when she pulled into the driveway.
At the restaurant Kit and Jere talked liked old friends. Bretta and Marty got into a typically feminine conversation. They compared notes about men and masculinity.
When the waiter served their meals, he sat a little black velvet covered box on the table next to Marty's plate. The others smiled and stared at her. Marty looked around with a questioning look on her face.
When no one said anything she finally picked up the little box and opened it. Inside, to her astonishment, was a diamond ring.
Marty looked at the ring, then at the others, and back at the ring. She looked to Kit for an explanation and listened intently as he softly spoke the words, "I would like to marry you."
"Oh, but I… You're just saying that."
"I mean it. Very sincerely."
Marty could only nod her head. Bretta and Jere stood up, holding their glasses out to the others and cheered. While the other diners in the restaurant looked on, smiling at the happy foursome, Marty and Kit stood up too. They all clinked their glasses together and drank a toast.
Late in the evening, with Jere and Bretta reclining on a large couch along the inner wall of the living room, and with Marty and Kit lying on a lounge in front of the big window, they all made their plans.
A fourway marriage Kit cared it. "We'll all get married. The four of us. We'll have a double ceremony and we'll live as a foursome."
Marty couldn't have been happier. She was needed, at last. Not just a typical marriage where she would be needed by one man but a foursome where she would be needed by two men and she'd have a girl friend to share everything with.
While they listened, Marty took stock of her situation.
"I have the car I wanted. I got the job I wanted. Most of all I wanted to be needed and it appears I will be. I went without a lot of actual necessities to get through school and finally everything is falling into place for me."
As Kit, Jere and Bretta came to kneel at Marty's feet and make her feel fully welcome she smiled at each one and thought to herself, I'm on top of the world at last. Daddy's little vixen is on top.