"Good idea," I feebly agreed but really didn't. I slid forward on the cushion and loosened my tie. Then awkwardly, I unbuttoned my jacket and slipped it off my arms. I tried not to stand for fear of revealing my erection. I folded the jacket in half and placed it on the couch beside me, between Yvonne and I, and it seemed to separate us like a wall. I unclipped my cuff links and rolled up my shirt sleeves.

"Are you married, Allen?" Yvonne asked.

I explained to her what I had told her husband.

"That's a shame. It's too bad we couldn't all get together. I'm sure Ken would really love to fuck your wife. She sounds perfectly lovely."

My balls stirred and my mouth grew dry. I pressed my lap upward slightly, feeling the tightening pleasure of my erection against the material of my pants. Pleasure flushed through my loins.

"That's Yvonne," Hill laughed. "She jumps right into the heart of the matter. No pussyfooting around where sex is involved."

"No," I said, "that's quite all right." I understood his explanation as a form of apology for his wife's bluntness. "I'm only sorry that it couldn't be that way."

"No need to apologize, Allen," she said. "Ken is very understanding. He enjoys it this way as well, don't you, dear?"

He laughed and blushed.

"Ken loves to see other men making love to me," she explained. She turned and looked at me. She held her drink in her hand, and as she leaned forward to place it on the table, the tips of her fingernails just barely brushed across the swell of her breast. It was a very erotic move, and I knew it had been no accident.

"We're really getting into this in a hurry, aren't we," Ken said. His voice was still genial and smiling, but I thought I could sense the faintest tremble of excitement in his tone. "Perhaps we should begin."

"Good idea," Yvonne said.

"Suits me," I echoed, just to say something. It was still strange, but the raw, unchecked sexuality that filled the room was beginning to affect me. I could feel myself becoming excited at the thought of making love to Yvonne.