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" &amp;quot;I can&amp;#039;t read this. It&amp;#039;s embarrassing.&amp;quot; I could feel my face burning. Ben laughed. &amp;quot;Come on. It will be fun.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Okay.&amp;quot; I took a deep breath. &amp;quot;Maybe the wine had gone to Marisa&amp;#039;s head. Maybe the ocean air had. All Marisa knew was that Brian&amp;#039;s hand was on her thigh, and she liked it. &amp;#039;All in,&amp;#039; she said, sliding her remaining chips to the middle of the table. She held her cards in one hand, and with the other, guided Brian&amp;#039;s hand underneath her skirt. He lightly tugged at the edge of her bikini bottom and slipped his finger inside. Her breath caught in her throat. &amp;#039;Are you all right, Marisa?&amp;#039; Sam was looking at her with concern from across the table. She nodded. This is the hard part, Marisa thought. She and Sam had agreed that if Brian and Angela were actually swingers \u2013 that they hadn&amp;#039;t been imagining the lingering stares and suggestive language \u2013 they were going to have an adventure. But now that it was happening, how would she tell Sam? It was getting hard to figure out anything with Brian&amp;#039;s hand exploring her, guiding her toward an ecstasy that felt out of place during a game of Texas Hold &amp;#039;Em, but strangely thrilling. &amp;#039;Fold,&amp;#039; Sam said, with a sigh. &amp;#039;Me too,&amp;#039; Angela said. Her eyes studied my face, and a small smile played over her lips. &amp;#039;Let&amp;#039;s move this party upstairs.&amp;#039; Brian suddenly withdrew his hand, and my body involuntarily ached for its return. Sam gulped, but his eyes blazed with excitement. He gave me a searching look. I nodded. Yes Sam, my eyes told him. We&amp;#039;re going to do this. Angela grabbed the bottle of wine, and we followed her up the spiral staircase to the master bedroom. Sam and I stood close together at the edge of the bed, nervously waiting for our cue. &amp;#039;Why don&amp;#039;t you two start?&amp;#039; Angela suggested. &amp;#039;With each other.&amp;#039; Sam and I slid out of our shoes and climbed onto the bed. Our lips met, tenderly at first, the red wine on our breath mingling. Sam gently pushed me down with the weight of his body, and throbbed against me, hard and alive. Angela gave his arm a gentle tug. He rolled off of me and onto his back. Brian rolled me onto my side so I was facing them, and tucked his body in behind me. As we watched Angela press herself onto Sam, finding his mouth with hers, Brian lightly kissed the back of my neck. He reached into my sundress and deftly unhooked my bikini top, slipped his hands underneath to caress my breast. I moaned softly and pushed myself into him, feeling him stiffen against my back.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I think we need to stop reading now,&amp;quot; Ben said. &amp;quot;Getting a little too turned on?&amp;quot; I teased. &amp;quot;Yeah, and there really isn&amp;#039;t anything we can do about it right now.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I bet we can find a way,&amp;quot; I suggested. &amp;quot;You have one good arm, and I have two.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;But I&amp;#039;m not promising anything.&amp;quot; He rode into the bedroom. I followed. &amp;quot;Hey Ben?&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Yeah?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;If you, uh, wanted to call me Marisa, I&amp;#039;d be, uh, okay with that.&amp;quot; He laughed. &amp;quot;Just call me Brian,&amp;quot; he said. Posted at 8:11 PM "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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