By the time he got out of there, Max could definitely tell them apart intimately, but not at a glance. “Sure,” she said. “Fuck me,” Haley hissed into Max’s ear. He could feel it was over between them. It sounded like a rhino roar when they came. “I’m next,” she said. Are we swingers now? The kiss Max received was a glancing blow, and his hug was more given than received. It was getting out of hand, too weird. “It’s working just fine.”
“You’re welcome. Before long they were carrying the food out onto the veranda where there was a table and chairs, a gas grill and a Jacuzzi. Maybe she was warning me, I don’t know. “You have a beautiful home.”
Mona nodded, said thanks, added half-and-half, stirred, snapped down the lid and handed it to him. She came up for air and wailed like an alley cat. Max sucked a big chunk of ice out of his drink, held it between his teeth, showing it to her. She thought she would come in no time flat. Dick gave him a quick wave as he chewed on a bagel. Mona turned the jets on low-speed and soon the four of them were immersed in a gently roiling, chlorine brew. They were totally relaxed and the conversation flowed easily between all four of them.
