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breasts still uncovered. “Hon, you don’t have to make believe with me.”
    Frank pulled off the layers of clothes and tossed them on the scarred dresser that was missing a drawer, trying to delay his response. Finally down to only his boxers, he heaved a sigh and turned back to her.
    “How’d you guess? What did I do?” He paused. “Dave doesn’t know.”
    Marcie patted the mattress. “Slide over here, big boy.”
    Frank crumbled next to her, his head in his hands.
    “Confession time, Frankie. My last two lovers were bi. When I make love, I like a party. And though I’d love to party with you, if you’re not up to it—gotta stop watching LOGO TV—I won’t push you.” She gave him a teasing little poke. “Besides, I saw the way you were mooning after him while we drove up here. Sweetie, if he had eyes in the back of his head, you’d be out.” She grabbed his hand and squeezed. “But it’s up to you. I won’t say anything.”
    Suddenly, they heard a steady thumping from the wall behind them. Marcie looked at Frank with sympathy.
    “To anyone.”
    * * * *
    Dave rolled over onto his back, his heart racing. “Lord, Shari, you’re gonna kill me, girl.”
    She shifted over him, her breasts crushed against him. She swirled her fingers in his chest hair and licked the sweat from his neck. She swung her leg over his lean hips and rubbed against his semierect cock, moaning as it hardened.
    “Oh, God, that felt so good.”
    He shifted and she undulated beneath him. He drew her hands up, twining his fingers with hers, gripping the headboard. She bit her lower lip, then licked it, bucking against him. He pressed down, using his greater weight to keep her still.
    “I wanted to talk, Shari, but there isn’t any way I can when I’m with you. I can hardly catch my breath.” He paused and shut his eyes. “And when I feel your body move beneath me—fuck, who wants to talk.”
    He let go of her hands and, putting his weight on his hands, rose above her. Never taking his gaze from hers, he fit his cock into her pussy and began a slow, deep, rocking movement that sped faster and faster until the bed shook beneath them and banged the wall.
    * * * *
    “Get me a glass of water, please, Dave?” Shari whispered.
    “Sure. Back in a flash.”
    Dave debated whether to throw on some clothes. Hell, it was one in the morning. The cabin was totally silent. Frank and Marcie were probably fast asleep, spooned together in bed. Or was Frank lying on his back with Marcie’s breasts squashed against his side? Did the blanket cover them, or was Frank’s cock at rest after fucking her? Was she on her back, Frank’s dark hair half concealing her nipples? Was Frankie’s hard, lean body slicked with sweat, his hair damp, covering his jawline? Was Marcie kneading the muscles in Frank’s taut ass as she bent to take his cock deep in her mouth? His long, thick, hard cock?
    God, gotta stop thinking of him—them.
    “Dave?”
    “Going.”
    * * * *
    “Frankie, will you be a sweetie and get my bag?” Marcie grinned. “I brought my vibrator with me…just in case. It’s in my purse.”
    Frank smiled back. It felt good not having to hide anything from Marcie, not even how much he loved Dave. He still couldn’t believe what she’d told him about that harem scenario. Hell, his love life seemed tame compared with hers. Love life? What love life? He hadn’t been out with anyone in months.
    The bed banging had stopped a while ago. Dave and Shari must have finally run out of steam. Thank God.
    After Marcie and he had talked earlier, they decided to try to sleep. Sometime during the night she had cuddled close to him. He had slipped off his boxers to feel her hot, soft skin next to his. It felt good.
    “Problem, sweetie?”
    “No, no problem.”
    * * * *
    Dave lay on his back, staring at the cracked ceiling. He could hear Shari’s quiet, even breathing as she slept. She hadn’t said anything to him when he came back without the water