"I'll think of something," he said, grinning lecherously.

When their guests arrived that evening, the four of them sat drinking around the pool-side bar between swims. Two hours and five drinks later they were all quite high.

"What the hell!" gasped Paul, turning to his wife as he started mixing another round of drinks. "Are we out of vodka?"

"Oh, darling!" gasped Anne, feigning surprise. "I guess I forgot all about it when I went to the store yesterday."

"Well," smiled Wayne, hoping to smooth it over, "we can switch to bourbon or scotch."

"No we can't," snapped Paul. "I enjoy my vodka and tonics by the pool. I'll just drive to the liquor store."

"But, darling," smiled Anne, "the nearest place is over a half-hour drive from here."

"I'll hurry," he said, and then turned to Kathy. "How about you? Would you like to ride with me?"

"Well… I…" she hesitated.

"I don't bite," he grinned. "And I'll promise not to try and seduce you."

"Go ahead," Wayne urged his wife, not wanting her to hurt his boss' feelings.

"Do you mind?" Paul asked, turning to Anne.

"Not at all," beamed his wife. "As long as you leave her husband here for security."

As soon as her husband and Kathy were gone, Anne suggested to Wayne that they take another dip. After frolicking around in the pool for a few moments, Wayne was standing chest deep in the water, resting his back against the tile side.

"You sure have nice broad shoulders," smiled Anne, stepping in front of him and lightly placing her hands on his chest. "I like to be fucked by muscular men."

"What?" he gasped, thinking he'd heard wrong.

"You do want to, don't you?" she whispered, lightly running her nails down over his belly beneath the water.

"Want to what?" Wayne gulped nervously.