Gary Spencer had gone to real-estate school with Bob Howard, the only difference between Bob and Gary was that Gary knew how to sell. He'd only been in business for a year and already he'd made enough money to buy his wife the beautiful house of her dreams. He felt sorry for his friend Bob and was aware that his marriage was really suffering because of his lack of salesmanship.

"You know Julie," he said to his wife across the breakfast table, "I'd like to invite Bob and Janet Howard here for the week. I got a call from Bob and I sense things aren't what they should be in their marriage. Maybe a weekend around us would cheer him up."

"My sense is that Janet Howard isn't at all in touch with her sexuality," purred Julie Spencer crossing her legs to allow her husband a view of her shapely thighs, as well as her panties.

The show was not lost on Gary Spencer either. He considered himself damn lucky to have married as sexually alluring and seductive a woman as Julie. She was ready any time to fuck, anywhere, as many times as he wanted. He knew he was a lucky man.

"Does she turn you on at all Gary," Julie smiled, thinking of Bob Howard and how extremely attractive he was to her.

"A little, well in fact a lot but then I hear she just can't let go, and after you babes, I'm spoiled," he grinned lewdly.

"Don't you think we should give Bob a little of what he needs."

"You mean don't I think you should give it to him, you sexy wench," laughed Gary.

The Spencers were loose and easy about each other making love to other people, as far as they were concerned it improved their marriage rather than took away from it. But they knew they were pretty unusual in this respect.

Gary leaned over now, reaching out for his lusciously curved wife and pinching one nipple through her thin caftan.