I Can't Stan You

You girls aren't quite happy or you wouldn't have wanted to swap husbands. Maybe we should pay a little more attention to what you want. Hell, it doesn't hurt me any to screw the pants off you once or twice a week – as long as you don't demand it the other nights. I work damned hard and I am sleepy when I go to bed." "I know now what I can expect from you," Candy murmured, remembering the wonderful fucking Stan had given her. It had been everything she could have asked for and a hell of a lot more. "That's nice for you two, but it still leaves Mandy and me in a jam. Unless she wants to suck me off a couple times a night, there's not much way we can moderate my overwhelming desire to fuck." As Charlie said it, all three looked at each other. Slowly they grinned and finally laughed. The answer to the problem was so simple. Candy and Mandy had almost got it by themselves, but they had neglected to tell Stan and Charlie. If they worked this right, they could all get exactly what they wanted. "You're thinking what I am, aren't you, guys?" asked Candy. "Why don't we chuck this monogamy shit and get it on as a four-way fuck fest?" "Sounds great to me!" exclaimed Charlie ...»