A Long Weeend

It is recommended that you read Chapter One first.

Ben, an investment banker from Boston and his wife Gwen, an interior decorator, were in South Carolina for a brief late winter vacation. Ben and Gwen had an open marriage and on Saturday each had hooked up with a stranger for a brief fling: Gwen with a polished Southern Gentleman named Beau she had met on the beach behind her condo; and Ben with an accomplished woman golfer named Laurie he met on a nearby golf course. Each had spent the afternoon having sex with their new lover and made a date for the next day to continue their fling. Late in the afternoon Ben and Gwen had lain in bed sharing their experiences of the afternoon with each other. They noted the common last name of their afternoon partners ("Chatham") and wondered briefly if the two of them were married putting Ben and Gwen in an unplanned swap, but they became distracted with the sex they were having between themselves and didn't think further about the issue.

When they returned from dinner that evening there was an envelope on their doorstep addressed to the two of them, Mr. and Mrs. Ben Chabot. The envelope was a heavy creamy paper. The kind one might use for a wedding invitation or some other like formal purpose. The address was hand written in a formal old style script. Gwen looked at it and said, "That's calligraphy. How very formal. Almost no one does that anymore."

Ben tore open the envelope and unfolded the single sheet of similar heavy paper. The note, hand written in a thick flowing ink with a very formal style, was addressed to Ben and Gwen. It said,

We presume by now that the two of you have compared notes as we have and realized each of us enjoyed the company of the other's spouse yesterday. None of us had set out to create a foursome but that seems to be the case and speaking for ourselves we found our time very enjoyable. After discussing it we have decided that rather than keeping the rather informal, but no doubt delightful, appointments we made with the two of you for tomorrow it might be more entertaining for the four us to get together at our plantation home tomorrow afternoon. We can become better acquainted and then enjoy the afternoon and a light dinner, and of course whatever follows. We promise to have you back in time to catch your plane to Boston on Tuesday morning. Please RSVP by text to (843) 257-9342.

Regards,

Beau and Laurie Chatham

"My, my. Isn't that interesting." Gwen said after reading the letter. "It sounds like they want something beyond the casual sex of yesterday afternoon. What do you think?"

"I guess four isn't quite an orgy but it has the potential to be a bit kinkier than yesterday."

"Yes it does. We've never done that before." Gwen could feel a fire beginning to burn in her core. Just what kind of kink were these people proposing, she wondered?

"Interested?" she asked Ben after a moment's pause.

"Very interested," Ben replied, reaching for his cell phone.

"No, let me. I know you. You'll say, 'You bet; we're in,' or some such. I swear you never learned anything in that fancy boarding school your family sent you to. These people are very formal. Let me respond."

Ben shrugged. "Laurie didn't seem very formal, just horny."

"You told me she grew up in California. Nobody is ever formal there and I've heard they are all horny."

"She was... informal and horny," Ben responded.

"Let me respond," Gwen insisted.

Ben shrugged and put his phone away.

After giving the matter a half an hour of thought Gwen responded as follows:

Laurie and Beau,

"

Thank you for your kind invitation. Ben and I would love to join you. We found our encounters with each of you very interesting. The idea of meeting the two of you together and learning more about how you manage your relationships fills me with a burning interest.

Please give me a call around nine tomorrow ( is that too early?) so we can discuss the details of where to meet and when, along with issues like dress, etc.

After our experiences with you yesterday Ben and I are excited about the potential of getting the four of us together and feeling flexible as to how we go about it."

Regards,

Gwen and Ben Cabot

"Interesting? Is that all you can say about our encounters of yesterday. I thought Laurie was a great fuck and it was my impression you thought the same of Beau," Ben said when he looked at the text after it had been sent.

Gwen simply shook her head in response.

"But even though they were just 'interesting,' you have a 'burning interest' and you're 'flexible'?"

"Sure, don't you? I can't wait to see what perversions these two can come up with," Gwen said with a smile. "And I wanted them to know we are interested... and flexible."

Ben laughed. "You're probably right. The titty fuck on the golf course was a new event for me yesterday. But I thought you wanted to write a polite formal reply?" he continued.

"There is an art to a formal reply, dear. Not everything need be blunt and overt. It's what you imply that matters."

Ben shook his head mystified. "Okay, but let's go to bed. I'm tired."

"You go ahead." Gwen said. "I have to think about what I'm going to wear tomorrow." She also wanted to think about what kind of kinky perversions might be on the menu for their assignation with the Chathams.

The phone call in the morning was replaced by another text message providing instructions on how to find the Chathams' home, suggesting they arrive around 3:00, and advising that the dress would be 'relaxed casual.'

"Relaxed Casual?" Gwen echoed when she read the text aloud to Ben. "That term is impossible unless you know what the people using it mean. I know what casual means. Back home in Boston, at least, it would mean at least slacks, collared shirt, neck tie, and a sports coat for you and a nice conservative dress for me. But here? I don't know these people. And 'relaxed'. What does that add? Hmm."

"Maybe it means naked. That is where we will almost certainly wind up. Why are you so excited about choosing the right clothes when you know you are going to be taking them off before our visit ends... or maybe as soon as it starts?" Ben asked.

"Oh Ben. I'll never understand how you can be such a brilliant banker and such blockhead about social issues. Let me explain it to you. I've been invited to meet the woman who seduced my husband yesterday and she is in the same position. We are neither one of us going to dress to impress the men at this event. We are both going to impress the 'other woman'; to send her a message."

Ben was looking at her with a blank look that said, "What the hell are you talking about." when he spoke up he said, "But Gwen I didn't fall in love with you and marry you for your clothes. I... "

She cut him off, "Ben it's not about you. I know why you married me and we don't have to go into that now. It's about Laurie Chatham and what she will think of me when she sees me for the first time today. I want her to appreciate what a classy, beautiful, sexy woman her husband picked up on the beach and she is going to want me to think something similar about her. The choice of clothes for a first time meeting is important, maybe more important than what is said."

"Okay fine. Let me know if I can be of any help, but I doubt if I will be because women are a mystery to me. I'm going to wear dockers and a Hawaiian shirt. Is that okay."

"Yeah sure," she responded as her mind began to once again dig through the very limited wardrobe she had brought down from Boston. Classy but revealing. That's the standard, she thought.

Ben adjourned to the deck with a second cup of coffee where he sat and day dreamed about the pleasures of fucking Laurie. Later he would go for a walk on the beach before returning to change into his idea of appropriate clothing: tan slacks, a colorful beach shirt and shinning loafers, without sox. He also decided to forego underwear. Investment bankers are by nature optimistic.

The drive to the Chatham's plantation house took about half an hour, leading through lush fields of tobacco, cotton, corn, and a variety of other crops that fared well in the climate along with additional land stocked with plantation pine stands of varying ages depending on the planting date of a particular stand. It was obvious that things grew well in rich bottom land of South Carolina, be it, tobacco or Loblolly Pine.

The final approach to the home was a gravel drive lined with a variety of ancient deciduous trees that opened into a graveled parking area lying before the home. They could see barns and other out buildings off to the side along with fenced pastures with horses. The house itself was not architecturally extraordinary in Gwen's mind, a classic Southern gothic pile. But it appeared she noted to be well maintained. They were greeted by a pack of large barking dogs charging from somewhere in the vicinity of the barn, quickly brought to a halt by a sharp whistle from the vicinity of the front porch.

"Apparently they don't go in for fuzzy little lap dogs here like they do in Boston," Ben said.

Moments later the Chathams appeared on the front porch, moving casually down the stairs to greet their guests who were emerging from their car now that the dogs had been curbed.

"Greetings, greetings," said Beau. "So nice you could join us. I apologize for the dogs. I should have put them away but it slipped my mind. They won't bother you now that they know you are guests." Beau was dressed like a consummate Southern gentleman in a white linen suit that, like anything made of linen, hung loosely about his frame. He wore a white shirt open several buttons down and of course, no necktie; but like Ben, no socks.

Laurie stood a few steps behind Beau. She stepped around him to greet their guests as Ben opened a car door to let Gwen emerge. Gwen's long legs were well displayed by the slit in her garment as she emerged from the car. Hugs were exchanged all around and there was a brief moment of silence as the two women assessed each other. Gwen had, after an agonizing search through her suitcases, come up with a long white Kaftan with a neck line that plunged to a high waistline that tied off just below her widely set, small, breasts. The remainder of the garment fell draping softly over her hips to her feet with a slit up one side that, if the hook and eye catches were released, as they were now, reached to the high waist. When she stepped forward to greet her host the garment fell easily away from a long leg. She wore a pair of heeled barely there sandals. The cloth of the garment, originally designed to be worn with an undergarment was, while not completely sheer, far from opaque, making Gwen's tall sexy figure readily apparent when she stood with the sunlight behind her. Her appearance was well designed. All eyes were upon her as she strode forward.

Laurie's garment was a similarly loose fitting long gown that draped beautifully over her large breasts; breasts which swung loosely beneath the soft cloth as she moved. A deep V in the fabric falling nearly to her waist displayed her ample cleavage. (Ned's unbidden immediate thought when he looked at Laurie was of the delicious titty fuck she had given him the day before.) Like Gwen's dress one side was slit to the top of her hip. The cloth was a wild splash of colors. She wore flat sandals.

Feeling he had let the ladies' assessment go on long enough Beau took charge drawling, "Well welcome. It's a warm one, today. Yes it is. For this time of year at least. Let's adjourn to the pool for cocktails." He led them through the house taking his time knowing that Gwen would be absorbing the interior design and the furnishings, pretty much all Southern gothic if that is a design style, as she walked through. It wasn't to the extreme presented by Hollywood in the Adams Family and the like. Closer to the interior design of Gone With the Wind. They left the house through a large pair of glass patio doors, obviously not original equipment for the house. One side of the patio was shaded by the two story wall of the home and by an open frame roof filled in by a giant old Wisteria vine now in its spring bloom, it's purple flowers draping a foot or more below the vine.

Once they were seated Beau asked for drink orders. "We are of course Southern here but Bourbon is not mandatory. We even keep a bit of gin on hand for our Northern visitors," he said with a chuckle "Or perhaps some Scotch." Gwen and Ben asked for a gin and tonic and as he turned to go Beau looked at his wife saying I suppose you'll have your usual white wine my dear.

She nodded and Ben laughed shaking his head, "California has ruined you my dear."

He stepped into the house and returned moments later saying, Linice will make them up and be out in a minute or two.

"Now Ben I understand from your wife that you are a banker."

Ben nodded.

"A noble calling. I don't think I could have done it myself but I do find it important to use the services of our local banker to finance the various real estate investments we make. Myself, I'm just a gentleman farmer."

Laurie laugh. Speaking up in her clean California accent she said, "Oh Beau you are so full of shit. You wouldn't know how to plow a field or even start a tractor to plow it with. God only knows what you would plant. Don't listen to him. He and I inherited this plantation and Beau was wise enough to recognize the development potential of various pieces of the plantation and to take advantage of them. Like the condo project where you two are staying. We just rent the rest of the land out to local farmers, people who do know how to run a tractor, grow crops, and pay us our rent on time. It has worked out quite well for us."

"But tell me Ben," Beau continued, ignoring his wife's critique of his farming skills. "I believe you said you were an investment banker. Is that same as our local banker, Danny Robbison, or is that something else?"

"Well I don't know Mr. Robbison or his bank but I expect my work is quite different. My firm doesn't take deposits and when we do make loans it is usually loans we have arranged of other people's money. If we do make loans of our own money we do so with the expectation that we can quickly sell off the loan for a profit to other investors. On the M& A side of our business we never actually buy or sell the business being sold, acting instead as advisors to those who are the principals."

"How interesting. Very, very interesting. So you just deal with other people's money?" Beau responded.

"Yes, more or less."

"Well I suppose that is what our good friend Danny Robbison does also. After all it is the depositors money he is lending us for our projects. But then I suppose you deal with much larger amounts than the few millions we borrow from Danny from time to time."

Before the conversation could continue it was interrupted by the arrival of the cocktails. They were delivered by a tall, young, black woman--a stunningly beautiful young black woman Ben thought immediately. Her skin was a gleaming black, her face more Caucasian than African with high cheek bones, a straight nose, round dark eyes, and narrow lips. Her black hair was long and braided, with the braids coiled tightly about her head exposing a long, graceful, neck leading to narrow shoulders exposed by the simple dress she wore. It hung by thin straps to a soft brightly colored fabric covering but not hiding what Ben immediately assumed were small but firm breasts. It pinched tightly at her narrow waist and then fell briefly to a mercifully early end that just barely covered her round hips. Below the hem line there were long, gleaming, black, fashion model's, legs that went on forever ending in simple bare sandals. Her gleaming black skin was flawless. Absolutely stunning thought Ben. Neither of the wives could begin to compete with this young woman for sheer appearance. Of course she had the advantage of youth, he reminded himself.

"Why thank you Linice," Ben drawled as he directed the deliveries of the drinks to the appropriate parties. "It's so nice to have you here with us this weekend."

"Linice teaches art at our local junior college. She works for us on the weekends," explained Laurie

"It's like coming home," Linice said. "I grew up here. My father and his forefathers for generations before him worked the land for Mr. Chatham and his forebearers. My parents live in Charleston now. He is one of Mr. Chatham's rental farmers. My mother teaches school in Charleston. It has worked out well for us. Will there be anything else Mr. Chatham."

"No not for now but thank you for now. I'm sure we will need more cocktails later."

"Very good sir," she said as she turned to leave. As she walked from the room all eyes were focused on her swaying hips and her long gleaming legs.

There was a silence in the group as Linice departed.

"She's quite beautiful," Gwen said.

"Yes she is," agreed Laurie.

"Oh my yes," agreed Beau in his drawl. "She comes from a very successful family. Her father is one of my best farmers, very successful, and her two older brothers are successful technology engineers of some sort. One of them works for Apple out in California, doing something. The other one is up in DC doing something. Linice has an MFA from some big school up north; Columbia I think it was. She worked in a New York City gallery for a couple of years until she got tired of the City and came back here to teach and paint in a low key environment "

"I believe the brother in DC works for NSA, but you never can tell about people in that line of work. It's very secretive." Laurie laughed. "We had the whole family here for a reunion a year ago. They couldn't talk about anything except Dad's leased farms," added Laurie. Neither of the brothers were permitted to discuss their work and Linice was just beginning to sell her art. So they all listened to Dad talk about farming."

Beau chuckled, shaking his head.

"Beau helped all three of those kids with their college costs," Laurie said.

Her husband waived his hand, telling Laurie, "Don't make too much of that. Those kids were all smart and got good scholarships. We just hep'd a bit so they could focus on their studies and not have to take on any debt."

The question unasked, by the Chatham's Brahmin guests from Boston, and unanswered, was of course whether Linice's forebearers had been slaves on the Chatham plantation.

Beau spoke up suggesting that Ben join him for a little drive to see the various lands left from the plantation. "It's not near the size it once was but we still have a lot of acreage under plow and a good bit of nice Southern Pine plantation."

Ben and Beau were gone for a bit more than an hour. When they returned they found a couple more rounds of empty drink glasses and three attractive and very naked women splashing about in the pool. Actually they weren't swimming or splashing all that much. Gwen was floating on her back, her legs spread widely, with Linice standing between them, her hands beneath Gwen's ass and her face planted in her sex. Laurie was standing behind Laurie's head, which appeared to be resting comfortably on Laurie's floating breasts while she fondled Gwen's nipples, rubbing, twisting, pinching and pulling all to Gwen's delight. Gwen was moaning audibly.

"Oh my my," said Beau softly. "I thought these three might get up to no good while we were gone."

Speaking up more loudly he said, "Hello ladies."

Laurie looked up and Gwen opened her glazed eyes but showed little interest as Linice kept her head down and her tongue lashing her sex and Laurie continued to molest her titties.

"Ladies, the dicks have arrived," Laurie announced loudly. At this even Linice picked her head up and looked around, still holding Gwen afloat by her hands cupping her ass. Gwen moaned a quiet, "Don't stop."