Without warning, he felt her hand grope his crotch.

"God damn!" he exploded.

"Don't drop anything!" she warned.

"What the Hell are you doing?" he demanded.

"I just wanted to see something, that's all. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Jim extracted the pan and regained his composure.

"I don't know if I'm ready for this," he gasped. "You're a beautiful woman, Katie, but I don't want Karl kicking my ass for messing around with his wife."

Katie laughed and stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

"Don't worry about that. You liked it, didn't you?"

"That's not the point."

"Of course it is," she told him. "We're going to have to get you taken care of, and that's all there is to it."

Jim considered skipping dinner that evening, but decided it would be best to face the music.

Karl was in a particularly good humor as Jim joined them at the table. To his dismay, though, Katie had not changed, but still wore the abbreviated robe and, very obviously, nothing else. Karl, too, wore a Japanese-style Hopi jacket belted with a sash. It bore the same design as Katie's, a large red butterfly in a circle of yellow. He was sitting down, but it struck Jim that he probably wore nothing else, as well!

"Katie tells me you two had quite a day," Karl announced shortly after they had begun eating. "Now you can see just why I married her. Cutest little ass in captivity. How about it?"

Jim nodded silently and looked from one to the other.

Karl laughed and reached over to pat Jim's shoulder reas- suringly.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to jump you for admiring my wife's body. If I did that, I'd be jumping most of the men in this town. We're just worried about you, Jim. I told her she ....This bisexual story continues HERE