Albert Ellis, in his book, sex without guilt, writes: "Women are not necessarily intrinsically different from males in their sex drives and needs; and, when they are, they are frequently more rather than less highly sexed than are men ... Every human being, just because he exists, should have the right to as much (or as little) as varied, (or as monotonous), as intense (or as mild), as enduring (or as brief) sex enjoyment as he prefers-as long as, in the process of acquiring these preferred satisfactions, he does not needlessly, forcefully, or unfairly interfere with the sexual (or nonsexual) rights and satisfactions of others." Somehow, Jan's husband could not accept this. It was okay for him, but not for her, and she wasn't the type to put up with that philosophy for long, especially since she'd achieved the new figure she had worked for so diligently.
CHAPTER ONE
I unhooked my front-opening bra and examined my reflection in the vanity mirror. I was so happy I felt like singing! At long last I had sexy breasts....
I just loved the way they sloped forward, firm and pointy. I was finally a C-cup girl, and you can't imagine how long and diligently I had worked to attain this goal. Most gals who are amply blessed by nature, take their twin charms more or less for granted, but I hadn't been.
All during my growing-up years in Layton I had suffered the humiliation of being flat-chested. I hadn't had many dates, and I had developed a real complex about my bustline. I'll tell you more about that later.
Right at the moment I was especially excited because I had just received a phone call from Deedee Anston, my next-door neighbor, the lovely slender redhead whom I knew as the President of the Ellis Heights Afternoon Girl's Club.
My husband and I had just moved into the area a month before; it's a suburb south of Portland where rising young executives clustered. Ted had just been appointed a department manager of NuPlastics, a big step up for him, and we could now well afford the new split-level house we had recently purchased. What a change from small-town Layton, Washington, where we had both grown up.
Our move came at exactly the right time in my own personal affairs, too. For over a year I had been taking a special home-exercise course in bust development. I had answered an advertisement in a confession magazine, and although it had seemed a little silly, at first, to do all those things the instructions said were necessary, my small A-cup breasts commenced to respond.
I had been able to hide the results from even Ted, to a certain extent. He had never been much of a tittie man, or he wouldn't have married me! He had grown used to seeing me wear falsies-those awful imitation things-and I had worn non-revealing nighties to bed.
He had always liked to do it with the lights out, so there had been no real problem about concealing my improvements.
Observant and bright Deedee, on her last visit, had noticed, however. She had dropped over when I was wearing just a thin jersey; in fact, I had barely finished my morning tune up exercises. It was mid-summer, and gals weren't supposed to wear much about the house, anyway. I recalled her words very clearly.
"Didn't you wear falsies when you and Ted first moved in?"
I flushed. Her green eyes traveling over my tight jersey caused me just a little embarrassment. At the same time I was proud of my accomplishment; I had been working frantically toward C-cup measurements!
"I still do, part of the time," I admitted.
"You don't need to, honey...."
"Well, thank you, Dee." Her manner seemed to encourage confidences. I had already learned she was very outspoken. I put my coffee cup down and went on. "I've been taking a course in bust-development...."
"Swell, honey! Does Ted appreciate you more?"
I flushed again. I was pretty small-town, really. "I've been sort of hiding myself. One of these days I want to surprise him!"
She laughed.-Dee was handsomely blessed in the breast areas, and I had noticed that she wore things to emphasize them. She was slim and leggy, and her hubby, Carl, appeared very proud of her. He was just about the handsomest man on Pine Street, dark and athletic-looking. He owned a partnership in an insurance firm at Portland, and he was out of town quite a lot.
"If Ted was like Carl, he'd know all about it," she said, winking. "He's a real tittie-addict!" I had to giggle. Dee had been very helpful when I was a new neighbor, giving me tips on where the best stores were, helping a country girl to become oriented in a big city. We had been shopping together and had had a few cocktails in mid-afternoon. In Layton I wouldn't have thought of such a thing-going in a lounge with another gal, as if we were on the make or something.
The next time Carl was in town on a weekend, the four of us were going out. The boys got along well, apparently. Carl had roving eyes.
One afternoon, a week earlier, when I had been working in the new back lawn, weeding out dandelions, he had given me a compliment on my legs. I had been wearing shorts and a loose blouse.
I was reasonably proud of my legs. As if to compensate for my lack of breastworks, nature had given me long, tapered thighs and trim ankles. The chest exercises had slimmed my waist. They had also done something else to me.
Ever since Ted and I had started going together, and especially after that time at the beach when he got my cherry, I hated to admit that his sex drives weren't as strong as mine. I'd always had a hot nature, and my mother, bless her, saw that I had marriage manuals around the house to read.
An only daughter, Mother had explained the birds and the bees at an early age, and I had even been able to tell the gals at school some of the facts of life. My only real problem had been my undersized breasts. The first time I had become aware of my father and mother "doing it," I had asked questions, and she had told me. But hearing the bed springs squeak, at least two or three times a week, still made me burn, and at thirteen I had learned how to relieve myself with my finger....
By the time I was fifteen, I had to have it almost every day. My lack of dates added to my passions, but I coasted along and when Ted began getting interested, I didn't fight it. I let him get my cherry on our third date ... We were married a year later.
I had no trouble on our honeymoon; I knew what to expect, and even as fast as he was, in the motel, I climaxed twice before he did! In fact, I was disappointed that he didn't give me more....
But, to use a pun, I'm wandering from the point. As soon as I started the exercises to strengthen my breast muscles, which required a certain amount of light massaging, I discovered a new area of sensitivity.
My titties, which I had been rather ashamed of for years, grew more touchy. Flexing my arms and shoulders, with my nude charms exposed, made my nipples swell, and on my third lesson, I had a delicious little climax without ever touching myself between the thighs.
Of course, this made the exercises much more interesting-especially when Ted was busy at nights a lot, pushing for his new job. I had hoped that after marriage I could drop my sneaky little habit, but here it was gaining momentum!
On the nights when I knew he would want a little, and before we went to bed, I would slip into the bedroom and do a few exercise routines to sharpen myself up for fun. We couldn't have children; Ted had had a high fever when he was young, and he was sterile. So there was no unnecessary worry about getting pregnant. I was put out when he told me, right after we were married, but I was hoping he would want to adopt a child. Nothing had been mentioned recently, though. I was just twenty-two, so why worry yet?
By the time I had attained B-cup status, three months before the big move to Portland, I was getting so that I finished my exercises with two orgasms! I'll explain more about that later....
Right now, gazing at my C-cup charms, gloating over the new bras I had just purchased, deliciously proud of my accomplishment, I wondered if I could kick my sneaky little pastime and transfer all my passion to my hubby. It was Friday, and generally Ted liked to round out the week with a roll in the hay, which I really looked forward to, but I had something new planned.
While down at the shopping center I had also bought two new filmy nighties, one passionate red and the other a deep blue to match the color of my eyes. Tonight was going to be different! It was time for my big moment, when I would parade out into the living room with my breasts straining at a lacy nightie-top, my dark nipples showing through them!
I had already thrown away my old padded bras, my falsies. I was the New Jan Wills. I had de-emphasized my titties, for him, long enough! I would buy some snug haltars to match my shorts, and start getting a few compliments on my breasts as well as my legs.
I had already begun wearing make-up, especially on my eyes, as Dee and her girl friends did. I had missed prettiness, but I was sure I now looked sexier. Ted had told me I had a hot-looking mouth. My lips do sort of push out, the lower one heavier than the upper. My rich brown hair looked just right, too-I had been to a beauty shop before my shopping spree. The operator had tinted it just a shade darker; she had said it went well with my fair complexion.
Dee's call had spiked my excitement, too. For over two weeks now she had been hinting around about how much fun the gals had at their meetings of the Afternoon Club, held at various members' houses. From what she had said over the phone, I was sure I was going to be invited to join; I was the newest young wife in the neighborhood.
Dee had already told me that the gals had a few drinks and played party records and generally "let their hair down," while the hubbies were at work or out of town, but I had no idea what else went on.
I wanted to belong. During the high school days I had been in the "out" group; I hadn't been very popular-and I knew the big reason. The guys could spot my falsies a mile away! The word always got out. Jan Wills didn't have any tits!
Now, I could feel myself almost with the "in" group. I did have a lot of spare time. The new house was easy to keep up. I now had a good thirty-six, twenty-six, thirty-five figure-I didn't have to envy the girls who could wear tight sweaters and almost-nothing bras.
I left my bra off and rebuttoned my blouse. The fabric was heavy enough to hide my bareness, but it certainly shaped my cone-like charms I My nipples showed against the blouse material, and I felt immediately sexier. I left the top button undone; Dee wouldn't mind. She was already aware of my new silhouette. I would soon make Ted very conscious of it I I wanted him to develop into a tittie man, too.
And-I was determined that we try it with the lights on! Perhaps in the living room, or even on the floor., Ted and I were getting in a rut, always having our pleasure the same old way, in bed in complete darkness....
I was sure, from things I had heard later, that Ted hadn't been around much. He still seemed a little .reluctant about having any preliminaries in the living room. I wanted to show off my figure, and I was sure he would enjoy it if we tried a few variations.
He had never yet kissed my crotch, in spite of a few hints I had tossed out. I was positive I would love it, even all the way ... if he wanted it. I was quite willing to return the favor, which I hadn't done, either-with anybody!
I heard the doorbell and knew from the quick signals that Dee had arrived. She always rang it da-ta-dada, and then usually walked right in unless Ted was home.
Smoothing my shortie skirt, I checked my appearance again and smiled into the mirror.
"You're starting a new way of life, Jan Wills! I said-to myself. "I think I'll send that breast-developer company a note of thanks!"
"Say, you look real sexy today, honey!" Dee exclaimed, gliding through the front door. As she passed me, she gave me a little pat on the bottom. She had done that a few times before, as girls will, but today there seemed a little something extra in the touch of her fingers.
I didn't resent it, and I adored her compliment. She wore hip-hugging shorts and a revealing haltar, both pale green. The recent warm weather was conductive to such show-off garments, and on her they really did a slick job. They contrasted well with her smooth auburn hair and very light tan; she didn't have a freckle, like most redheads. I suspected her natural hair color was nearly brown, but she kept the reddish tint. She was pretty and leggy and vivacious, and she had done some modeling in the big stores downtown.
She looked ravishing in a bikini. I was just a little wide at the hips and a bit too plump to pass muster in such skimpy things, but at least I didn't sag anywhere. The exercises to improve my bustline had kept my whole body trim, and I was determined to continue them. My titties might get even larger!
Ted called my hips and legs and buttocks smoothly rounded. Well, he had a real surprise coming. Two other parts of my body deserved praise, too!
Dee drifted to the big sofa and perched there attractively, her long thighs apart. I could see every line of her femininity. Her nipples were visible under the hug of her haltar; she was justly proud of her high, stand-outish charmers. Since Carl was a tittie man, he had plenty to play around with....
When I walked over to join Dee on the sofa, she looked at my blouse and smiled. "Forget your bra today, honey?"
I flushed a little. "I'm going to give Ted the big surprise tonight."
She laughed throatily. "I hope it's fun for you! Mind if I see what you've worked so hard to get?"
It was like Dee to come right to the point of any subject! I could have expected this from her, and I think I even looked forward to it! I hadn't ever met anyone quite like her. She was very smart, with a .high IQ, a natural leader, and she had almost a man's outlook on men and girls and sex.
I had a few suspicions that she was partly that way, too. I mean Lesbian. This didn't scare me; I knew a certain amount of it had gone on at good old Layton High, although I had never participated. I had read up on the subject a little, and had decided that if the opportunity ever came up, and I liked a girl well enough, I would let my girlish curiosity get the better of me.
One of the big reasons was that Ted just couldn't keep me satisfied. A young wife in need, part of the time, at least, gets all kinds of funny ideas ... And, I had started wondering how Carl would be in bed! It was quite well established that several of the wives in the Ellis Heights development played around a little. The New Morality didn't make infidelity a really bad word any more. Men had been doing it for generations-so why couldn't the wives, now that they had The Pill and other effective contraceptives, do likewise?
Dee had said several times that she was sure Carl got a little strange stuff when he was on the road or out of town, and she still appeared to be crazy about him. Values were changing. What fellow really expected to marry a virgin nowadays?
Dee, who had gone to college for several years, had said she had had quite an affair with one of the professors. I had never admitted that Ted was the only man I had ever been in bed with-in this crowd it seemed a little old-fashioned.
Well, I had developed equipment now, that I hoped would make me more popular; I was tired of being out of everything. The modern young wives felt that sneaking a little was easier and safer after marriage than before! It was definitely the in thing.
All those years when I had been ashamed to show my bosom to anyone, even other girls, were now past!
"Oh, come on, honey," Dee murmured, leaning nearer. "What's a little nude flesh just between us girls?"
I had to giggle. I had left the top button on my blouse undone, anyway. I was very proud of the way it shaped me.
"Well, all right," I said, flushing again. I was going to have to overcome my old shyness about exposing my breasts, anyway-so why not let my friend have a preview?
I unfastened the other buttons, clear to the band of my skirt. Before I could open it up, Dee reached across and did it for me.
"Ohhh-nice!" she exclaimed.
I felt a definite tingle of yearning between my legs, and I wasn't too surprised to see my nipples swell, as they always had lately when I was finished with my exercises and had my inevitable climax. It hadn't happened yet today, though; I had the idea that I would save my passion for the evening, when Ted came home. Might be more thrilling!
Somehow the vision of her holding my blouse open and gazing at my new charms was extremely sexy and exciting. I found myself moving a little nearer ... And suddenly Dee's fingers touched my bared breasts, gently cupping first one mound and then the other!
It was almost as if I had expected her to do it....
"So smooth and firm, honey," Dee murmured. "You have nice big nipples." She laughed, softly, intimately. "They're coming out, too, honey!"
"Shame on you," I blurted, confused. I didn't want to jerk away and act old-maidish. Her light caresses felt good! Was I that starved for affection, for sex?
"Didn't mean to startle you, honey," Dee said, dropping her hand. The folds of my blouse drifted almost together, and I resisted an impulse to rebutton them. There was a new intimacy between us, however.
"I'm more-sensitive there since I started taking that course," I said, my voice a little shaky.
"Swell!" Dee replied, winking slyly. "I hope you have lots of fun with your hubby tonight...."
I had an idea that she wanted to fool around with me some more, and my cheeks turned hot. Little tremors ran along my thighs, up to my vee. I realized that if anything did happen between us, I would be the fem, the submissive one, and she the aggressor.
Her green eyes caught and held mine, and I knew she read the uncertainty within me, the blooming of a new idea, perhaps even the hunger inside, but she didn't press her advantage. I was a little breathless. She must have sensed how inexperienced I was, that any hasty moves might scare me off, and the moment passed.
But I knew now that one of these days it would happen between us! I was almost wishing she would put her hand back, inside my blouse.
She leaned forward and whispered, "Haven't you ever, honey? I mean, with another girl?"
"N-noo...."
"It's lots of fun. You think about it. I have to get back home pretty soon-Anna's coming over. We're working out the details of our next get-together." She leaned away from me, then, and smiled in her old friendly, girlish manner. "Which reminds me of why I came over. How would you like to join our Afternoon Club?"
My heart pounded. The hint over the phone had been for real. I had been hoping and hoping ... And now, with this naughty thing between us, this new and provocative suggestion, I was more than ever eager to belong.
"I thought you'd never ask me," I said, flushing happily.
Dee laughed, wiggling her bottom in a sinuous, sexy manner. "The gals voted to take you in-if I said the word, and I do! The next meeting is at Jessica's place, this coming Wednesday. Weekends are for hubbies, of course ... I'll pick you up, okay?"
I nodded, eagerly.
"But look, honey. Don't be so bashful. Prepare yourself for a real swinging time. You know Anna and Shelly. You'll meet the others. Jessica just got her hands on a new imported movie. Should be loads of fun!"
I was very elated. "Can I bring anything, Dee?"
"Well, a bottle of good gin, if you like. We're all partial to martinis. Do you like 'em?"
I hadn't had over two or three in my life; when Ted and I went to the Elks Club or out dancing I usually had just a little whiskey mixed with Coke or something.
"Of course," I answered, bravely.
"Gin's good for making panties hot!" Dee laughed.
"So I've discovered." I lied outrageously. Ted didn't encourage much drinking; we seldom even had any liquor around the house. Not that he was a teetotaler ... He was just a little bit of a health addict. He claimed too much booze could spoil a girl's looks sooner than anything. But I felt that if he had a few drinks before we went to bed, if he was in the mood for a little, he would be able to last longer. That was one of my unspoken complaints-I had to wait so long for him to get in the right frame of mind, and then to have it over with in just a few moments invariably left me only about half-satisfied.
Now that Dee and I understood each other better, I was going to ask some intimate advice. Maybe she would have some ideas about how I could help Ted-and myself to enjoy a fuller sex life!
Not today, though. She was preparing to leave.
I walked with her to the front door, and just before she opened it, she slipped her arms around me, and before I knew what was happening, our mouths came together! Actually, she initiated the move, but I didn't turn my head....
My heart went thud-thud, and I found my lips opening under her pressure. A saucy tongue-tip slid along the roll of my underlip and little stings of pleasure made my nipples stiffen even more! Her right hand came up to my achy breasts ... I was already a little wet between the legs! Her earlier touches on my titties had done that. And now I was starting to burn and soften in a sparkly, new kind of excitement. I loved it!
"You sweet young thing, you!" she breathed, easing the pressure. "You're starved for it, aren't you?"
I shivered, turning my head.
She whispered. "I knew you weren't quite ready for this-a while ago, but you think about it some more. We can have all kinds of fun...."
She slipped out the door. It was a good time to leave, because she had really ripped me up. I did need to come to grips with the idea of Lesbianism before I could really swing. Dee realized I was pretty much country girl inside; she had wooed me slowly, and perhaps the Afternoon Club meetings would put me in the right, hot receptive mood for going clear over.
I walked back to the sofa, my tits burning. Ted wouldn't be home yet for hours, and it would be hours more before he got around to taking me to bed ... I couldn't wait! If I sneaked a little now I would still have plenty left for him.
I was excited about joining the Club, about this new thing between Dee and me, and I hadn't had a climax since the day before. I was simply dying for it.
I thought fleetingly about calling Ted and asking him to hurry home, but it was a vain hope, really. He and the other project people in his department usually had a few beers after work every Friday evening. He wouldn't be in the house until at least six o'clock. It was quite a long drive from the plant to our home.
Hurrying into the bedroom, I shrugged off my blouse and quickly removed my skirt and half-slip. My panties were next. I was already moist ... I wouldn't need my limbering-up exercises today; Dee's touches on my breasts and nipples had really fired my furnance! Then, holding me close and shooting her tongue into my mouth ... it was just too much.
I sprawled out on the fluffy pink-tufted counterpane and drew two decorator pillows under my head, as I liked to watch my titties when I reached my peak. Working on them, striving to make them larger, had made me very breast-conscious, and I loved the way my nipples erected and turned hard right at the point of no return.
I cupped them in my hands, tweaking my nipples in a way that I hoped Ted would imitate, shivering at the spicy tingles that ran along my body. I bucked my hips slowly, imagining that Ted was here now, poised above me, ready for the sensuous initial thrust ... My titties were even firmer than usual, jutting into coned peaks, extrasensitive to my feathery caresses.
The gentle massaging motions that had helped my bustline develop took on a rich new excitement-I simply bulged. Dee had been the first to cup my new measurements, and slowly I found my sensual inner yearnings veering away from Ted and centering on the pretty redhead!
Now, she was here, leaning over me, her lips open, her hot tongue tip about to contact an achy spire of delight! Ohhh-they just throbbed with sexy anticipation.
Many times, when my need wasn't quite so sharp, I dallied with my pleasure, prolonging the orgasm, making it last. But today there was a wild longing to have it soon-soon! Talking with Dee, looking at her lovely figure, wondering when she was going to screw me, having her shape my titties, kiss me on the mouth, all combined to send me into a rich, voluptuous spin.
I squeezed my breasts harder, watching my nipples swell, turn into brownish-pink spikes! My hips flew; the bed creaked, and suddenly the honeyed twinges gripped my pelvis. Heavenly little darts Shot along my thighs. I panted and heaved and now it was coming-coming, ohhh-it was going to be heavenly-and then it was, was, was!
I yelled. My titties seemed ready to burst! They throbbed in my hands as the delectable jerks of release poured through my loins, and right at the best part, I fancied that Dee was kissing my nipples....
As my hips quieted, as the sweet balm of aftermath bathed my nerves with shivery relief, as I caught my breath and realized I had had a real jim-dandy, I was aware that I hadn't even touched my crotch....
That had happened before, but never quite so voluptuously.
I sighed, going lax. My breasts began to soften, and somehow I felt guiltier about my experience than I ever had. A young married girl shouldn't have to do this. But how could I let Ted know that his once or twice a week performances weren't nearly enough to slake my thirst for sex? I couldn't help it if I was healthy and red-blooded and needed a lot of attention-the deep, measured kind that went on and on....
I had spent a lot of hours developing a new silhouette, one I hoped would please him, and at the same time I had increased my appetite, something I really hadn't anticipated. Was it unnatural for a robust girl of twenty-two to want a good loving at least every other night? I hoped not! From all I had read, I was sure a lot of young wives couldn't keep up with their spouses, and statistics proved that many gals my age hadn't even got their gun off with their hubby. How deplorable! I felt sorry for them.
My problem was just the opposite.
CHAPTER TWO
Nine o'clock Friday evening, the witching hour! I had Ted all set in his favorite chair in the living room, watching TV. The lights were turned down. Just like the weatherman would say, I had about a ninety per cent chance of getting a little.
I was in the bedroom, sneakily getting into something a little more comfortable. Tonight was the night! He was going to see the real Jan Wells, with my new bustline I had slaved so hard to attain. As usual, when he had come home and favored me with a kiss at the back door, I had worn a non-revealing blouse which was presumably pushed out by falsies. I hadn't given him one hint.
Anyway, he had seemed a bit preoccupied; at the plant they were working on some revolutionary kind of plastic containers, and he was in charge. There was a certain amount of secrecy involved; industrial spies were around. The patents hadn't been secured as yet; the thing was big. He had already said he would be in Seattle Wednesday and stay overnight. An industrial-designer friend of his lived there. I didn't mind because I wanted him to succeed. Rosemarie Newhall, the widow of the founder of NuPlastics, evidently had big plans for Ted. Now and then I saw her name and picture in the society pages of the Portland papers. About fifty or so, she was still attractive.
My hands somewhat shaky, I got out of my loose blouse and modest skirt and underthings. I had bought a little boudoir ensemble I wanted to use for my showing. It consisted of almost-nothing black panties, beribboned in bright red, and a very sheer red wrapper. That was all! I had already showered, after my exciting Dee-inspired climax. That hadn't slaked my thirst for fun, though-I had plenty left.
I slipped into the daring panties and draped the thin wrapper around my figure, belting it at the waist with a shiny black ribbon. The vanity mirror handed back an image that definitely was sexy. My C-cup charms simply jutted; my nipples were already sharpening!
I sat down and painted my mouth into bolder accent; I applied more eye shadow and dabbed on fresh perfume. My heart was really pounding. This would be the most revealing thing I had ever worn in the living room!
I hoped he would want to play around with me before we went to bed. Doing it in complete darkness was taking away some of the pleasure I believed I rightfully deserved! Of course, before my coming out program, I had been glad for the shadows-naturally. Not any more. I was very proud of my accomplishment.
Shivery with excitement, knowing my hair was just right, too, I stood up and, leaving one lamp on beside the bed, I glided to the door and entered the living room. The TV didn't appear to be holding his full attention, and he looked up the moment I stepped in sight.
He straightened in his chair and stared. His thick, sandy hair was a little rumpled, the way I liked it; he wore an old pair of slacks and a T-shirt. I saw his eyes travel up and down my figure and settle on my bosom. Good! A delicious tremor ran down my legs.
"Well, I'll be damned!" he said.
"Surprise, darling!" I answered. "Look-no falsies...."
He actually flushed. Instantly I saw the desire in his blue eyes, along with the expression of astonishment. Ohhh-I was delirious!
"Come here!" he said, stubbing out his cigarette. "What have you been hiding from me, anyway?"
"These," I murmured, arching my breasts forward. "I-took an exercise course, darling ... Do you really like me better?"
"Hell, yes! I thought you'd been acting a little sneaky lately ... not undressing in front of me. I was afraid you were turning-modest." He held out his hand, continuing to stare. "I can't believe it!"
I giggled happily. "Why don't you touch me and find out?"
An odd little expression crossed his face, then, as though he might even have a guilty secret of some kind-but then it was gone. His smile was genuine. He didn't have Carl's handsomeness, but he had always looked more virile than his bedroom performances indicated. Maybe that was partly my fault! My formerly inadequate titties had given ms a complex; I wouldn't have dared to wear anything so revealing the first year or so of our marriage, even to show off my legs and hips.
The gradual growth of my breasts had given me a new confidence. Just as plastic surgery changes some people's personality, I was sure my new silhouette had changed mine. Being around Dee and some of the other modern young marrieds had given me quite a different outlook, too. Couldn't sex be more fun? Did we have to be so serious about it?
Ohhh-I felt like a brand new girl!
I moved closer to his chair so he could have a better look. His trousers were starting to lift! Had I overdone it? I didn't want him to be too swift, especially tonight. I was wild to have him drag it out, give me a good teasing before we got down to the real business.
"Some outfit, too," he said, admiringly.
"I got it just for you, darling." Heart hammering, I perched on the arm of his chair. His right arm slid comfortingly around my trim waist. The folds of the red, sheer wrapper began parting at my breasts ... My nipples were really coming out!
I leaned my head down and planted some lipstick on his neck, below his ear. "Darling, let's play around a little-out here in the living room," I whispered.
He trembled and his trousers really had a bulge! I had dreamed so much about this moment, when he would see the real me. His left hand came up to my breasts and I held my parted lips close, 'waiting eagerly for his kiss, for the touch of his fingers on my tender, swollen mounds. Both came at once! I let my lips spread and open invitingly, and the feel of his palm on the silky points of my charms made me shiver. How wonderful to have something my hubby liked, something special! I hoped he was a latent tittie man, because he certainly hadn't had much to play with when we were married!
The tingly sensations were keener than when I did it. Besides myself, Dee and Ted were the only ones who had ever explored my breasts. He was doing fine; my nipples were sharpening deliciously!
I loved it when he tongue-kissed me, which he was doing now. Ted hadn't given me a treat since Tuesday, and my black panties were already burning. Actually, he never had kissed me enough, in my estimation. Most girls adore the stab of a hot male tongue in their mouth-and in another place, too ... Would he ever give me that kind of thrill? I hoped so!
I riffled my fingers through his hair and arched my breasts out and let my legs drift apart. I was much bolder than usual, and he seemed to be enjoying every second of it. His fingers tweaked my tender nipples and sugary tremors went from one spire to the other. The exercises had really made me very sensitive there. I rolled my lips under his pressure; I was getting a fine little hard-on!
Perhaps, in the past, I had been too submissive. Why not let him know I was hot and eager?
My breath was beginning to come in short pants, when the darn telephone rang. Reluctantly, I lifted my mouth.
"Shall I answer it, darling?" I whispered.
He nodded. It could possibly be one of his business associates. I generally answered all the calls at home. Reluctantly, I left the arm of his chair and remembered to wiggle my bottom as I walked over to the jangling phone. I hoped he was watching. My hips and legs had always been above average, really, "Yes?" I said, into the receiver. I turned so Ted could see my breasts, and he-was watching, avidly. I felt like purring.
"Dee here, honey. What're you two doing?"
She lived just next door, but she had been wise enough to use the telephone instead of dropping over. I had told her that the big unveiling was set for tonight.
"Do I have to go into detail?" I giggled, winking boldly at Ted. He smiled. He had noticed the difference in my behavior, as well as my body. My nipples were still erect from his touches.
"Oh, you've shown him, huh?" Dee replied, laughing. "Going to get a little, are you?"
We both had private lines, so we often said about anything over the wire. Of course, she was more outspoken than I.
I giggled again. "I hope so!"
"Well, if you haven't gone too far with your fun, why don't you kids drop over for a few drinks and some chit-chat? Carl has a new bottle of vodka, and the boys don't have to work tomorrow."
I would have to change, but it wouldn't take long. Suddenly the idea of showing off my new silhouette to Carl had its appeal. Ted and I could finish later, and maybe a drink or two would unlimber him! He could usually last longer if he had some liquor....
I explained the situation to Ted, and he acted interested, so I told Dee we would be over after a-while. Ted would take a few drinks at a gathering, but hardly ever when we were home.
Half an hour later we were over at the Anstons, in their big split-level living room, sipping screwdrivers. Music came from concealed speakers, some of the new far-out stuff. Deedee, as usual, wore revealing tights and jersey, and I had put on a short snug skirt together with something new for me-a tight jersey! My unpadded bra let my charms jiggle a little when I moved, just as Dee's breasts did. I didn't have to cover up any longer.
As we came through the door I had noticed the look in-Carl's eyes when he saw my bosom. He was very curious and interested. I could see why he was successful in the insurance business; he was smooth and confident, a real extrovert, and so handsome it was almost sinful. He and his auburn-haired young wife made a striking couple. His hair was thick and dark and wavy, his smile contagious. I couldn't help but be thrilled by his observations.
He was older than Ted, around thirty-five. He was probably just as smooth and sophisticated in the bedroom as anywhere else, too ... I remembered the compliment he had given me on my legs, and since he was sitting right across from me, I just accidentally became a bit reckless with my skirt. I hadn't worn a half-slip, and I had left on the black, red-bordered panties.
"You've changed, Jan," Carl said, smiling. He was looking right at my bosom. Dee had said he was definitely a tittie man.
"She certainly has," Ted answered. "She gave me quite a surprise tonight."
"Really?"
"Oh, stop it," I said, my cheeks warming.
"Let me tell them about it, honey!" Dee put in, winking at me. The vodka was having a wonderful effect on me; I felt reckless and proud of my efforts.
"Well, if you have to," I giggled.
Dee laughed. "Jan's been hiding things from everybody. She took a bust-development course, and I guess you can all see the results!"
I wasn't quite as embarrassed as I had imagined I would be.
Carl whistled approvingly. "I sure can see it. I was wondering...."
"No more falsies," I laughed. I was flushing, but partly from gladness that I now belonged.
"When you first came I thought maybe you'd had one of those operations," Carl said. "You know, foam padding put in by a surgeon."
"No, they're all me," I answered, giggling.
Even Ted seemed surprised by my boldness. I was glad he was drinking. Imagine discussing my titties in front of mixed company!
"I hope you appreciate all this, man," Carl said to Ted.
He smiled. "Does make a difference, doesn't it...."
"You boys don't realize what pains we gals go to keep you interested," Dee put in, rising fluidly. She looked at Ted. "Come on, neighbor, let's dance! I feel like having a good time."
I was relieved to have the conversation swing away from my breasts. Carl stood up and held out his hand. The way his eyes ran from my shortie skirt hem up to my jersey gave me a sharp thrill. He had never seemed overly anxious to dance with me before, at neighborhood get-togethers. He usually preferred Jessica Andrews, the young brunette who was so well-endowed in the breast department.
But I was the new Jan Wells now, wasn't I? Suddenly I had sex-appeal. I would send that bust-developer company two notes of thanks! What guy wanted to push his chest against a pair of falsies?
Carl steered me into the darkest corner of the living room, his arm tightening around me in a very possessive manner. I could already observe that Ted and Dee were dancing very close. She said something in his ear and he laughed.
"I think I've been neglecting you, Jan," Carl breathed, his cheek next to mine. My nipples were tinglingly pressed to his broad torso. I was positive he did his share of playing around. Was he planning to give me a try? Even if I refused, the idea was intensely thrilling.
"Does my new silhouette make that much difference?" I murmured.
"You always did have good legs-I told you that...." He tightened his arm. "You know darn well a nice pair makes a girl more appealing!"
I giggled. "I'm glad you noticed!"
"You never gave me a leg-show, either, like you did a while ago."
"I feel-different, all over," I answered.
"Great! The four of us will have to have more parties."
I was in. Not only with the gals, but with the most handsome guy in the neighborhood. I was floaty with joy and excitement. I returned the pressure of his fingers and squeezed myself a little closer in his embrace. I felt the unmistakable rise of his manhood on my loins. In Dee's vernacular, I was really getting my batteries charged.
His lips worked along my cheek. Dee and Ted weren't in sight, and their voices indicated they were' mixing another drink apiece. I hadn't let another man kiss me since long before Ted and I started going together. Over two years! Wasn't it time I began having a few thrills, as I was sure the other gals along Pine Street did when their own hubbies weren't looking....
I softened and turned my head, offering him my lips. We stopped dancing. My heart was really going pitty-pat. I was breathless with anticipation. His mouth brushed my parted lips, tentatively, and then settled hotly and voluptuously. I shivered. A few times recently I had had a few dream-fantasies about Carl, wondering how we would go about it, wondering if I would really let him....
All kinds of thoughts go through the mind of a young wife who isn't getting enough at home.
His tongue bladed sensuously into my mouth; I tightened my arms around him. Spicy thrills shot up my spine and down between my legs. Ohhh, it was wonderful to be wanted, after so long a dry spell. I shivered all over, drinking in the heady wine of his nearness, the sweet, slow dives of his tongue.
A naughty little idea went through my mind. I'll bet he gives Dee the kind of intimate kisses I've craved-down there....
Carl's hand was just lifting to my breasts, where I wanted them, when Dee's voice broke it up.
"Say, you two-you need another drink!"
I jerked away guiltily-but she hadn't seen us. Carl squeezed me around the waist, momentarily, and whispered. "I'll see you later, doll. The sample was real good!"
Flushing happily, I smoothed my mouth with a tissue, and went ahead of Carl back into the lighted area of the big room. I was sure he was watching the twitch of my hips; I felt very reckless!
There was a lot of hep conversation, and then Dee and I retreated into the nearest bathroom. They had two. I was still fluttery inside. Carl liked the sample. If I was going to play around a little, I couldn't imagine anyone more appealing. My sexy panties were wet, already!
"How're you doing, honey?" Dee laughed, closing the bathroom door. Her lipstick looked a bit smeared, too. The vodka was really working on Ted. And how could I say anything when I had let Carl run his tongue into my mouth?
"I feel wonderful!" I giggled.
"The tail light's in your eyes, honey."
I laughed. At least I wasn't blushing all over the place. Dee winked at me and sat down in front of the mirror, opening her handbag. I had forgotten to bring mine.
"Be right back," I said, slipping to the bathroom door. I went out quietly, and started into the living room. Carl's voice made me pause in the shadows of the hallway...."saw you downtown with your boss the other day. For a gal her age, she looks pretty zippy. How is it, anyway?"
I couldn't catch Ted's reply, but he laughed. I felt a real shock. Ted's boss-that had to be Rose-Marie Newhall! She was fifty if she was a day! I hated to eavesdrop, but I couldn't help it. The idea that Ted might be playing around had never occurred to me...."good way to keep moving up in the firm," Carl laughed.
I flushed. My legs trembled, and not with desire, right at the moment. I slipped forward a few steps.
Finally I heard part of Ted's answer, " ... knows every position in the book! Don't ever overlook these older gals for a hot lay, pal...."
A knife seemed to go through my middle. Ted had moved up awfully fast. And very obviously he was sneaking around with the owner to keep on moving. I remembered again the pictures I had seen of Rose-marie Newhall, so prominent in Portland society. The old bitch!
Did this explain why Ted hadn't been giving me much lately? An awful wave of jealousy hit me. I retreated toward the bathroom, the men's laughter ringing in my ears. Every position in the book ... Why doesn't he show me some of them? I'm his wife!
I clenched my hands and tried to keep the tears back. I was still a hick, evidently. I didn't understand how the big city operated ... But-hadn't I just let Carl sample my wares? Hadn't I wondered how he would be in the bedroom?
I had already practically committed adultry myself. A girl had to be broadminded about these things ... I straightened and slipped quietly back into the bathroom. Dee caught my eyes in the mirror.
"What's the matter, honey?"
"The-boys just told a dirty story," I lied. "It burned my ears, and I came back ... Guess I can use my handbag later."
Dee stood up and stared at me closely. "I think I smell more than that, honey. But men can talk rough, when they think no gals are around. They have strictly mechanical minds about sex...." She laughed and put her arms around me. "I do too-sometimes! Forget it. Now, fix your mouth and let's go out and have fun!" Her voice lowered intimately, and her arms tightened. "We're goingto have a little fun ourselves-soon!"
I shivered. All kinds of conflicting emotions gripped me. This had been a very revealing day, in more ways than one. Carl and Dee both wanted me! I still wasn't sure about the Lesbian part-but I knew one thing, for sure. If Ted could play around a little, I could, too!
Before I could protest, Dee brought her mouth over on mine and her right hand went unerringly up to my breasts! I trembled, my lips clinging to hers. My nipples tingled sweetly under her gentle touches. A hot sword wiggled into my eager mouth ... The need that Carl had brought to the surface was turning into a cloying, melting flame....
Don't let her, an inner voice cried, but suddenly my arms were around her, and I was drinking in the heady sensations of having my titties fondled and brought out, even covered. Men could be so cruel, at times! Ted had hurt me, and I needed someone to turn to....
Suddenly, I felt Dee's hand on my hips, sliding down across my bottom, then under my skirt, lifting it! Her tongue seemed to shoot clear through me. Her hand fondled my thighs, stealing up to my panties. She cupped me and teased me. I felt the hot, sweet beginnings of my climax. I shuddered, my hips curled against her hand, and then my legs nearly gave way as the flood of my orgasm hit me, jerking me furiously, making my breasts nearly pop out of my bra....
Ohhh-it was good! I had saved it all day for Ted, and now ... but the spasms were too heavenly for me to care about anything else. My loins just throbbed! I came up out of my thrall to find Dee guiding me into the little stool in front of the mirror. I sank down, still shivering, breathing fast, amazed at the swiftness of my peak-out.
Dee stood behind me and fondled my breasts. Her green eyes burned into mine from the mirror. "I told you it would be soon, honey ... I could tell you were dying for it. That Carl is a bastard about raising a girl's temperature." She leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Next time you have to give me a little treat, huh?"
I was still shivery, trying to get control of myself. I nodded, flushing.
Her hands came away and she patted me on the bottom. "Come on, now. Get squared away. I'll go on out and keep the boys interested. And don't look so guilty! I'm sure you've got plenty left for your hubby."
When she was gone, I had another fit of trembling. Of all the crazy things-letting Dee in my panties! She was so wise about everything. She had gotten me in the mood during the afternoon, and then she had made me right here in her own bathroom.
I couldn't deny I had enjoyed it! Was I really that way? Or was it just because Ted wasn't doing his duties at home-often enough? The idea of him being in bed with a fifty-year-old woman still rankled inside me. Why didn't he make a pass at Dee, someone young and pretty? Well, I had cheated, too, with another girl. Who was I to talk morality? At least, he had picked on the opposite sex....
I made myself dainty again, used some of Dee's cologne, and squared my shoulders. I could face them, now. I'd have some more vodka and be just as jet-set as the rest of them! If Ted couldn't give me enough, I'd get it somewhere else! Be modern ... What was love, anyway? I had pouty breasts, a trim waist and good legs, and I was young. I would have myself all kinds of sexy fun.
When I came out Ted and Dee were dancing again. Carl had another highball ready for me, and I took it, gladly.
"Is there another dark corner where we can cuddle up?" I said boldly.
Carl winked broadly and took my arm. "This way, doll. I know just the place!"
He guided me around a corner into a kind of library nook. A deep sofa lured me; I glided over to it and sat down. My mini skirt inched back along my bare thighs, and I didn't care. He sank down on my left, his leg touching my knee. I was fluttery inside, and I was still angry about Ted and his widower boss. The lights were seductively distant; the shadows here were conducive to a little fooling around.
"Here's to more fun, Jan," he said, lifting his glass.
"Right!" I whispered, leaning toward him. The rims of our drinks clicked together. He drank his down, and I did the same. I was already about half-high; it didn't take much to make me silly.
He took the glass out of my hand and put both of them on the floor. "I liked that sample a while ago," he murmured, his arms going around me.
"There's more where that came from!" I answered. Imagine Jan Wells saying anything like that! I had heard Dee say a host of sexy things-she had even put some new words in my vocabulary, stuff that nice girls didn't use, but who wanted to be nice?
His mouth settled on my lips, and it was even better than the first time. I opened for his tongue-and in it came, plunging deep and stiff. Dee hadn't got all my ardor; I had plenty left! Planning a special showing for my husband hadn't worked out, and maybe when we did get home I wouldn't even let him have it. I could have a headache or something. I had worked long and diligently so he could have a real pair of charms to caress and admire, only to discover he was cheating on me. Two could play at that game!
I softened in Carl's arms, enjoying the sensuous sweeps of his tongue into my eager mouth. His right hand came up to my breasts and this time there was no interruption. He cupped the jerseyed mounds I was so proud of, pressing and squeezing, creating little stings of enjoyment. My nipples were on fire again! I just ate it up.
I was starved for a man's hands on me. The naughty little thing with Dee had been luscious, but my sensations now were richer, more compelling. Was I going to have two exciting firsts in one evening?
Dee's far-away intimate laugh seemed to drive me on. I riffled my fingers in Carl's hair, opening my thighs, realizing my skirt was nearly to my hips. I didn't care. My titties were swelling delectably; sweet twinges of rising need skittered along my legs, up to my vee.
Never, at this stage of the game, had I ever reached out and boldly touched Ted's trousers, or any other man's. I wanted to-and I did. Carl trembled as I ran my fingers over the bulge in his slacks.
I hated it when his tongue came out, but I loved what he whispered into my puffy, partled lips.
"You're a lot of girl, sugar."
I shivered, squeezing his manhood. "I could say the same, honey...."
"If we don't make it tonight, we have to, soon-understand?"
"Of course!" I giggled softly. "But-don't stop now...."
He pulled the jersey loose from the band of my skirt and worked his hand in on the bare flesh. It rose to my bra. He found the little front-opener and I gasped as the nylon encumbrance came apart. His fingers claimed a heated, pointy mound! My nipple throbbed and tingled.
"Ohhh-that's good!" I breathed.
"Great!" he enthused, nipping my full lower lip with his teeth. "You've got a beautiful pair...."
The drinks were hitting me. "Take my jersey off, if you want to, honey...."
Ted had ignored my breasts for so long, and since I had begun my course, I hadn't encouraged his interest, keeping them hidden. Now, they were getting the manly attention they deserved-from my big handsome neighbor. I was getting hotter by the minute. I wanted his lips on my erecting nipples, something that had been denied me all these years, something I craved!
Beautiful pair. How wonderful that sounded in my ears! I had planned this initiation for Ted, but he didn't deserve it. Going to bed with a fifty-year old broad! Had he kissed her nipples? Undoubtedly! Every position in the book. Why hadn't he shown me some of them? Because I was too shy and backward?
I had read someplace that a lot of men would do things with a mistress they wouldn't dare try at home. Why not? Always the same old way, in the darkness-and not often enough to suit me ... not making our pleasure last. I almost hated my husband.
Carl lifted my jersey until both of my breasts were exposed, bare and taut for their sensuous initiation. His hand went to my knees and commenced sliding along the heated inner planes of my thighs. I shivered and curled my lips forward. His head lowered toward my achy mounds....
"Ohhh!" I moaned, as his lips enclosed a tender spire. "Ohhh-honey!"
The stings of pleasure were sweet, sweet. The sensations were even more delectable than I had dreamed they would be! I had waited and waited for this moment; I had exercised and massaged, I had watched my charms grow and grow, becoming more alive with each passing month. This was the culmination of an ardent wish-to have shapely charms that men wanted to kiss and fondle.
"Beautiful!" he whispered, kissing one taut tender peak and then the other. I was swooning with victorious elation. A dream fulfilled. The vision of his mouth on my titties soared my confidence and my passion.
His fingers sneaking along my thighs, under my skirt, added to the thrall of delight! I was in a frenzy of want. I needed that big thing of his inside me!
I shuddered as he cupped my little fancy-panties. Boldly, I unzipped his trousers. I reached inside; I fumbled around until I brought him out. Ohhh-he was huge! Larger than Ted-much larger Another delicious first. All my efforts were paying hot dividends.
"Damn!" he breathed, fiercely. His hand was inside my panties, and I was so drippy there he knew I was about as ready as I would ever get!
He began pulling at my panties, and I raised up to make his job easier. They slid down my thighs, and in a trice he had them off! He swung over me, in between my outspread legs. He lowered, and I guided his big staff toward the target. I arched my hips higher, closer ... The hot touch of him made me dizzy!
He was going in, in! I moaned my pleasure. I didn't care about anything but the heavenly sword plunging deep, right up where I wanted it. He shifted me around and I was very cooperative! I opened up, and hunched every time he came sweetly and voluptuously inward.
He simply filled me. The sweeps of his piston, big and hard, were something I had been dying for ever since Tuesday night! And when he lowered his head and licked at my nipples, I felt the first honeyed twinges of my come. Ohhh-it was good-good-good-Delicious flutters of my vagina, as I panted and strained, made him groan. I felt him swell. The strokes came faster, faster ... I bucked and gave him everything I had! The lovely tension climbed, soared. My nerves bunched for the ultimate thrill-and suddenly it swept my pelvis, roaring through my body like a tide of feathery tingly waves.
His fierce moan hurled me over the edge. My climax came in heavenly little contractions. I felt the spurt and throb of his climax, his shudder of completion, and I fell into a well of pulsing, erotic delight....
CHAPTER THREE
As I slipped out of the library nook, on my way to the bathroom, a hint of motion at the far, shadowy end of the living room caught my eye. I halted, staring. For a moment I couldn't believe my eyes!
Ted sprawled out on the floor, a pillow under his hips, and Dee curved above him, her legs wide apart, naked ... Ted still had his shirt on, but ; his trousers were lowered. Dee-top riding my husband....
I had left Carl stretched out on the sofa; he had seemed a little pooped after our session. He had told me to hurry back. So many new and startling things had happened, all in one day, I guess I shouldn't have been too stunned by this spectacle ... I was still wet between the legs, fresh out of Carl's embrace! Did I expect to find Ted and Dee sitting on a sofa and holding hands?
I had never seen the redhead's bared bosom, or her bottom either, for that matter! The way she was braced above Ted, her breasts sloped downward, and his hands were cupping them. Her white slender rump moved slowly, up and down, up and down. Above the purr of the background music I heard her voice, tight with excitement.
"About ready, honey?"
Ted groaned. His fingers toyed with her breasts, his hips lifted. I knew I shouldn't be looking, but I was lewdly fascinated, rooted to the spot. I had never been bold enough to suggest being on top. I had always been the meek young housewife, doing what my hubby apparently wanted....
Dee lifted her bottom and began a voluptuous rotary motion. I heard her heavy breathing. Ted's legs kicked a little. I couldn't see his face, thankfully. Dee paused on a down-stroke, practically sitting on him. Her slim body quaked. She uttered a little cry of pleasure and then she began bobbing up and down, fast.
"Come to me, baby!" she panted. "Come-now!"
Ted trembled all over, his body convulsed. My knees almost gave way. I had never seen anything so downright sexy. Dee's hips churned wildly. She uttered a little sharp cry.
"Ohh-ohhh-OHHH-give it to me, baby!"
They shuddered out their pleasure....
Cheeks on fire, I fled to the bathroom. I was sure they hadn't seen me. I closed the door and leaned against it, the vision stilt flaming across my mind. But how had I and Carl looked, pumping out our joy? Why shouldn't Ted have his fun, too? Did Dee always talk like that when she was in her final throes? Was it dirty, or just her way of enjoying it more?
I don't know how long I stood there, realizing that Ted and I had swapped. When I sobered up I might be very ashamed of myself! My anger at Ted, knowing he had been around with Rosemarie, had made the difference, surely. Would I have let Carl get a little otherwise?
Or did I let Carl have it because I'm not getting enough at home?
And then, the idea that I suddenly appealed to him more, because of my new bustline, had something to do with it. I had imagined that I was developing myself only for Ted, but hadn't I begun to wonder how other men would be, now that I had two pointy things to catch their attention?
I hadn't sown any wild oats before marriage. Maybe I was just catching up.
I quickly did the necessary things in the bathroom. I had brought my fancy panties along, and I slipped them on. I rehooked my bra. I was almost ready to leave, wondering if the four of us were going to continue our trade, when Dee walked in. She was fully dressed except that her breasts bounced freely under her jersey. Ted, or she, had removed her bra, and she hadn't bothered to put it back on.
Dee's smile and manner were sensuously personal; she slipped up close and ran her arms around me. I decided she had used their other downstairs bathroom. She was as neat as a pin!
"Have fun, honey?" she breathed, puckering her lips for a kiss.
I was beyond flushing. I had joined the Club, all right! The rules appeared to be everybody for him or herself. Get all you can. I didn't turn my head and she sank her mouth onto my waiting lips. I couldn't deny her appeal....
Her tongue explored dallyingly; she patted me intimately on the bottom. I enjoyed her light caresses, but she sensed I wasn't quite as responsive as before. Lesbian thrills and infidelity, both in one evening. Where did we go from here?
Her mouth lifted but she kept her hand on my behind. I trembled.
"Carl's not bad, is he?" she murmured.
I managed a giggle. In our previous conversations, not caring to appear too naive and small-townish, I had intimated that I had played around a little before my marriage to Ted. I couldn't possibly tell her that Carl was only the second man who had ever made me.
"He's quite a-stud," I said, using some of her own bold words.
She laughed. "I'm glad you're swinging with us, honey! I was afraid you might back out."
I suddenly remembered I had used no contraceptives! There was no danger of being caught with Ted....
"I haven't been taking my Pills lately, though," I managed.
She lifted my skirt in back. "Don't worry, honey. Carl had an operation when we first got married. I don't want any curtain-climbers to spoil my fun...."
I felt a wave of relief. At the same time I didn't like her reference to children. Her hand slipped in on my naked thighs. She patted and tickled.
"Let's go out and have another drink, honey. Ted gave me a good time, too!" She finally released me, and let my skirt drop. She glanced down at my jersey. "I'll bet Carl liked your titties!"
"I didn't hear any complaints," I answered. Be a swinger, be modern!
"Why did you put your bra back on?"
I trembled. "Habit, I guess...."
"Well, take it off and let those nice things show! We'll have a few drinks and see what happens next...."
Nothing much more did, though. I faked a headache and a half an hour or so later Ted and I were in our own living room. I simply had to have a breather, to consider all that had happened. The vodka was wearing off.
"Did you have to be a spoil-sport?" Ted asked.
"I'm sorry. Didn't you have enough fun for one evening?" My voice was on the cool side.
"I didn't hear you yelling very loud," he answered, dryly.
He was so right! "Guess I'm not used to drinking so much," I said lamely. After all, I was ahead of him. I'd let Dee in my panties. I'd had my share of sexy enjoyment....
He brightened, looking at my jersey. I had removed my bra; it was in my purse. "We'll have more parties ... You know, you really are sexier, now."
I couldn't stay mad. I had wanted in, and I was in. I wanted to keep my husband. His compliment made me warm inside, again!
"I'm glad, darling."
He came over and slid his arms around me. "I really appreciate all your efforts for me, honey. You're a different girl, altogether! I'm kind of glad we cut out." His hand went under my jersey, slipping up to my breasts. "I just can't get over the surprise you gave me, tonight...."
His hand felt so good on my charms! This was what I had dreamed about, wasn't it? Having my husband admire and fondle my breasts.
"You're different, too, darling," I whispered. My nipples were stiffening! Forget about Rosemarie and Dee. Carl and his redhead played around and stayed married, appearing to get along. Why couldn't Ted and I? Everything was going to be all right.
"Want to wait till morning, honey?" he said, kissing my throat. "I had a lot of vodka."
"Whatever you say, darling."
But things were different between us, no question about that. We had both cheated, and both knew it. Maybe I could think more clearly when I sobered up. One thing was very definite, however. I had chosen a new way of life, and good or bad, I couldn't change what had already happened.
I came awake slowly, aware of Ted's familiar steady breathing. A slight hang-overish feeling persisted, and I was thirsty. I slipped out of bed and went in the bathroom to freshen up. A few swallows of cold' water made things better. I gargled with strong mouthwash and looked at my breasts, remembering Ted's words about waiting until morning. I dabbed on cologne and lipsticked my mouth; I even thought about putting some on my nipples! I had read about girls doing that.
The pangs of remorse about cheating seemed less insistent. I was at home, with my husband. I wore a new nightie that dipped low in front, accenting the jut of my titties; the hem came just barely below my femininity! There was enough daylight in our bedroom; we wouldn't be doing it in the dark. I felt very eager and excited-I was going to continue to be different. I was going to be bolder. Maybe Ted would even want me to top-ride;
I slipped back into the bedroom, and Ted was already awake, propped up on his pillow. He had got into bed raw. Ordinarily I would have suggested the usual pajamas, but we both been rather pooped and drunk the night before. His bare chest made me shiver.
"Neat!" he exclaimed, his hands behind his head.
His eyes were fastened on my breasts. "You should have let me in on your secret."
I wiggled to the bed, proud and flushed with victory. Could we forget what had happened last night? Of course, I knew men didn't get emotionally shook about a stray piece. Sober now, could I be as casual about the whole thing?
I was determined to carry it off. I tried to imagine what Dee would be saying, in the same circumstances. Ted apparently enjoyed her sexy expressions!
"Think you're going to get a little, darling?" I giggled.
He laughed. "Boy, what a change in you, Jan. Keep it up, will you?"
I slid into bed, kicking the covers back. The nightie was already above my hips. I had never done anything like that before! Doing flirty things was making me more interested. I wasn't going to be a meek, submissive bedroom partner any longer. I wasn't ashamed to show my nakedness, now.
I sat up and leaned toward him, slightly over him, arching my breasts forward. He was chewing gum; he had thoughtfully freshened his breath for me.
"Feel me up good, darling," I breathed. "I want to do it in the daylight for a change!" I wasn't even flushing.
"Well, I'll be damned!" he enthused.
His right hand went to my already tingly breasts, and I lowered my mouth over his. I pressed, thrilled at my new role of starting as the aggressor. I wiggled my tongue into his mouth. I was bold and sexy with it. I slid it in and out, delighting at the feel of his fingers on my charms. Shivering, I reached under the covers and touched his loins. He was up big. He loved being made over. Why hadn't I realized this before? I had thought it rather un-girlish to assert myself, but I was wrong! But even as my desire climbed, I couldn't conceal the inner voice that said: Does this make him less of a man? Does Rosemarie straddle him the way Dee did?
I pushed these sly thoughts away and caressed his manhood. His tongue began meeting mine. He lifted my breasts out of the nightie. Delicious waves of need shot along my body. He was bringing my achy titties out. I had nothing to be ashamed of there any longer, and I drank in the sensual caresses, glorying in my new freedom. Sex with my hubby could be real fun, after all.
Taking the lead was exciting! I curved my breasts toward his mouth, and moved halfway above him, spreading my legs apart. His hand went down between them, tickling around.
"Kiss my nipples!" I panted.
"Neat!" he answered, as his fingers caressed my vee, awakening sensuous tingles. His lips surrounded a tumid spire, at last. I fondled his manhood some more, feeling the moisture there, quaking with joy at the newness of my position. He hadn't been the first to sip the nectar of my enlarged charms, but did it matter?
Keeping my titties in the right position for more delectable kisses, I slid over on top of him! I wiggled my bottom around on his staff. I could be just as bold as any Ellis Heights wife; I'd show him what a good top-rider I was!
His hands traveled along my body, down my waist, out to my restless hips. I rotated around, delaying the connection, having myself a real sexy ball.
"Like me better this way, darling?" I breathed, determined to talk sexy, too.
"Hell, yes!" he murmured, continuing to tease my nipples with his lips and tongue.
"What do you want now?" I gasped. "Want it in?"
His hips lifted eagerly. I weaved my bottom, executing little coital thrusts-and then I centered my femininity on his penis.
He moaned at the hot, sweet contact. My breasts throbbed and tautened; I shivered and sank down on him....
"Uhhh!" he moaned, dropping back on the pillow. This brought his mouth away from my breasts, but he knew what to do. He cupped them in his hands, as he had done with Dee.
The sensation of making the initial thrust shot tremors of pleasure through my pelvis. I rested there a moment, feeling his ardor rise, his stiffening. I was hungry for it, hungry! The thing with Carl had been much too swift; I wanted to drag it out, soak up all the thrills I could. From Tuesday night until Friday night had been much too long! Oh, Dee had taken the edge off a little, but a girl just needed those long, voluptuous strokings....
Now, if I could just keep him from climaxing too soon!
I bounced and wiggled. Ohhh-it was good to be able to move freely, to take him away up there!
Somehow, though, I couldn't talk any more. My throat was tight, my mouth dry. I couldn't expect to do everything on the first session. Doing it in daylight, being able to see, added to my delight. I drew out a little and began swinging around and around, feeling my breasts tingle, aware of the delectable little quiverings in the depths of my cove.
I made the bed creak. I turned into a slut, intent only on sensual enjoyment. I wiggled my achy breasts in his hands. Every time I felt him approaching his peak, I held back. The grip of his fingers on me told me about when to stop. I was a swinger, now-a hot wife giving her husband a good ride.
And then, as our passions rose, as the inevitable approached, I experienced a lessening of my ardor. I couldn't understand it. Was I overdoing the mechanical aspects of our act? Wasn't a girl supposed to submit, to soften all over to realize the most pleasure out of sex? An edge of fear crawled through me. Wasn't I going to make it, after all?
I stopped dallying around and began to bounce and stroke in earnest. I had to recapture that high glow, that thrall just before the pulses of totality shook me....
Ted stiffened all over. He moaned. I-went wild. I made the bed vibrate. Ohhh-just a little more-a little faster ... Now, it was coming-ohhh-almost....
He shouted and I felt the pulse and gush of his orgasm. I panted and strained and finally a kind of painful wrenching rewarded all my frantic efforts. The wonder turned into a weak spasming that faded much too swiftly ... I sank down on him, exhausted, panting out as much joy as I could-but I had missed the real heaven. An ache for complete fulfillment lay like a goad inside me.
I had failed!
I rolled away from, rather ashamed now of my performance. His heavy breathing told me he had really sailed.
A moment later he ran his hand across my tummy, down between my legs. He patted.
"You know, Jan-that was really something!"
"I'm glad you liked it," I answered.
Ohhh-why did I miss, when I was right on the edge? I wondered, hiding my face, turning my head the other way. Was I thinking too much about what he did with Dee and Rosemarie?
Perhaps I needed more than mechanical sex. Perhaps I needed the soft, gentle words of a man I could admire to achieve the real high point of togetherness. Where was our love, our mutual trust? Out the window!
I had turned into a sort of whore, and I had cheated myself ... Drunk, taking the part of a submissive girl, I had reached a dramatic peak with Carl! All that work I had put in on my breasts hadn't let me go all out with my own husband!
I drew his hand away from my femininity. I swung out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. My nerves were ragged. I had to have relief. I locked the door and sprawled out on the toilet seat. My desire commenced to focus in my erected clitoris. I just had to have it....
My nipples were still erect. A few touches there with the fingers of my left hand made me shiver. My right hand moved down between my thighs. Slowly, now-then gradually, faster, faster....
Ohhh-it was coming now, coming! I reached the tremulous plateau of suspense. I dangled there for golden delicious moments, and this time I tumbled over. I shuddered and squirmed as the naunces of exquisite relief took away the ache, the void in my loins.
There was still an emptiness in my mind, though. A real jet-set housewife had replaced the meek, submissive Jan Wells. And I was still going in the toilet alone, to finish up.
I felt moist and used and tired. I placed a towel between my legs while I savored the last of my self-induced thrills.
Anyway, I had given my hubby a good ride. He liked it. Perhaps the next time I could climb the summit with him and know the fierce pounding of total climax....
"Well, hello there," a pleasant masculine voice said.
It was Monday afternoon and I had driven down to the big Ellis Heights shopping center to pick up groceries and a few odds and ends for the house. Almost everything was already in the car, and I had wandered back toward the cocktail lounge, wondering if I should be bold enough to go in alone and have a drink before going home.
I turned, seeing a tall outdoor-looking man of about thirty-five. I knew I had seen him before; he was connected somehow with NuPlastics, Ted's employer, but I couldn't place him.
"Guess you don't remember me," he said, smiling. "I'm Edward Minton. I was out at your house when you and Ted first came to Portland."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" I said, pleased. His gray eyes were warm and interested. In keeping with my new appearance, I had-worn a tight blouse and a short skirt. It was a warm day, so I was bare-legged. "You work for NuPlastics, too."
"Right."
"You and Ted went fishing...."
He smiled. There was something about his wife, too. She had been ill; he didn't get out much. He was in the marketing end of the firm; he traveled a great deal.
"Well, I'm glad to see you," I said. "I was thinking about going in the lounge for a drink...." Be bold, be hep. I wouldn't have mentioned such a thing a week earlier. Ted was chasing, I was too ... Edward had a definite masculine appeal, a firm jaw, an easy relaxed manner.
"Be my guest, then," he suggested. "That is, if you're hubby wouldn't mind."
"I'm sure he wouldn't," I said, encouragingly. "Are you on vacation, or something?"
"Right."
I had never been in the shopping center cocktail lounge, but I had heard Dee talk about it. The lights were very dim-a small dance floor lay in one corner, near the juke box. Edward suggested a booth, and I didn't fight it. I was tickled by his obvious interest.
He seemed a bit older and more mature than the men I had been around recently, including Ted and Carl. He wore slacks and an open-throated sport shirt; his dark hair was cut close to his head. Several girls sitting at the bar gave him flirty glances. He was a lot of man, no question about that! He looked as though he kept himself in fine physical condition.
The drinks came, and we talked a while about NuPlastics, the weather, Ellis Heights. He was living downtown; his wife had died two months before of cancer ... The company had given him his vacation and a leave of absence; he was going back to work the following Monday.
"You seem-different than I remember, at your home," he said, his eyes lingering on my face, then down the portion of my figure that was visible in the booth.
I giggled. "I'm trying to act more like a city girl...."
"Nice," he said. "I envy your husband."
"Well, thank you, Ed." We were on a first-name basis, of course. Should I tell him? Why not? "I took a kind of figure-development course, and I don't wear falsies any more."
He chuckled. "Guess I didn't realize that you did. Anyway, you must be proud. I like to keep in shape myself."
"I can see that," I answered, boldly.
He looked down at his glass. "Are you upset about something, Jan? You seem a little nervous...."
Well, I had experienced a lot of emotional shocks the past few days; perhaps they showed. And it was comforting to realize that he was interested in me, as a person, an individual.
Could I tell him, I just discovered my husband is playing around with your boss, Rosemarie New-hall?
But then, he probably already knew it! "I suppose I'm excited because I ran into you," I said. I had stepped over the line with Carl; I was becoming oriented to infidelity. Ed was free, unencumbered with a wife. He might like to date me....
"I'm flattered," he smiled. "But I just had the impression you're on edge about something."
"I'll survive. The next time we have a party at our place, would you like to come?"
"I certainly would!"
"Are you in the phone directory?" I asked slyly.
"Not now. I'll give you my number-or Ted can get it at the office."
A subtle inference that I still was married ... I knew he was interested, though. I felt a little thrill between my legs!
"I'll let you know when we have a bash," I said, meaning it.
Several couples were dancing on the shadowy floor. I glanced over there, my heart going bump-bump. Be bold, be aggressive! Wasn't I the new Jan Wells?
"Do you like to dance, Ed?"
He smiled in that friendly, half-intimate way. "Should have thought of it before! Come on, Jan."
We walked toward the floor and his hand on my arm communicated his increasing interest. He held me lightly at first, and when I snuggled a little closer, his arm on my waist tightened pleasantly.
The new bra I had put on was very thin; I snugged my charms against his broad chest. Tingles of excitement warmed my body.
"You're a very attractive young woman," he murmured.
"Thank you, Ed. I suppose you have a couple of girl friends around...."
"Nooo-"
"I'm really sorry about your wife."
"I'll get over it," he answered. "I'm from a small town, up in Washington. Guess I still have some old-fashioned ideas."
"The city is different, all right," I said. "In fact, Ellis Heights is pretty swingy."
He chuckled. "Well, don't let it throw you too much, Jan. You're a very nice person. I wouldn't want to see you hurt."
All the way home I kept thinking about him. He hadn't suggested a second drink. He hadn't acted like he was on the make for me-but there was something between us, definitely. Very smoothly he had tried to find out what was bothering me, and I pretended that nothing was, at all. I would get over the knowledge that Ted was slipping around; I had chippied too, hadn't I? I had even enjoyed myself with another girl....
I wanted to see him again! I had his phone number, and on the coming weekend I would plan something, the idea being that he would bring a date. A man of his looks and sophistication would have no trouble snaring attractive girls. Available, too!
As soon as I had all my purchases put away, I slipped into the bedroom and prepared to take my daily tune-up exercises. Over the weekend I had missed twice. Keeping trim had become a habit, and since Ted hadn't acted amorous on Sunday, I had to admit that I was getting itchy again. Dancing with Ed, being near him, had definitely created a need!
I stripped down to my panties, as usual, and stood in front of the vanity mirror. First, some waist-bends, as a limbering-up move. My breasts jutted, and already my nipples were starting out. Edward Minton had thrilled me more than I had realized!
He was cautious, though. He reminded me that I had a husband. Maybe it would be fun to chase him....
Now, I moved my arms in the prescribed circles, tautening my chest muscles. I did the rest of the routine before the massaging. My titties were really sharp and pointed today. They had received their due attention, too. Dee and Carl and Ted; I was very proud of my accomplishment.
I shaped my breasts with my hands, aware again of their heightened sensitivity. I arched them forward, trying different provocative poses. Smiling, I weaved my hips, executing a few bounces. Being limber had given me so much confidence....
I'll succeed the next time I top-ride a man, I told myself. And I wasn't thinking entirely of Ted any more, either. Carl had given me a wonderful thrill! Thinking about it brought my nipples out even further. My mounds were firming with the familiar tingles of desire. I teased the peaks, closing my eyes, remembering the past few days and the rewards my new silhouette had brought me.
Breathing a little fast, I sat down on the edge of the bed, and spread my thighs. My right hand went inside my panties, my left wandered over my breasts....
I was in the back seat of a car with Ed, now. He was kissing me and feeling me up. Ohhh-my nipples just ached! I was getting hot very fast! I hadn't had any relief since early Saturday morning....
Slowly, now. Enjoy every second of it. His big tanned hand was under my skirt, stealing along my legs, higher and higher. His lips were on my breasts. He located my panties and slipped in on my bare femininity....
Ohhh-I needed it! It was going to be-good and sweet and satisfying. Just a little more-slowly-carefully-ohhh-almost-almost-Ohhh-now!
My breasts heaved and my bottom jerked. The naunces of pleasure shook my whole body. The bed quaked as I flipped back on it and panted out my joy, writhing, imagining that Ed was pounding me furiously with his sword.
It was a real goodie, one of the best I had ever experienced!
CHAPTER FOUR
I was all fluttery inside as I walked up to the front door of Jessica Andrews' elaborate stone-and-glass house, right in the center of Ellis Heights. Obviously her hubby made plenty of money; he was a stock broker and played the markets himself. Older than most of the other neighborhood men, he was partially bald.
"Don't be so nervous, honey," Dee said. I had come with her to the meeting of the Women's Afternoon Club. I was her new recruit. It was the custom to get all gussied up for these meetings, Dee had told me, and she had come over to help me dress.
I wore my newest summer frock, short-skirted, snugged tight at the waist with a wide belt. The daring bodice revealed the cleavage between my breasts. Underneath I wore as little as possible-a pair of my new ribboned fancy-panties, a frothy half-slip and a bra that barely covered my nipples ... Smoky nylons, a wisp of garter-belt and high heels completed my ensemble. Dee had told me that girdles were out with this group. She had on a peek-a-boo blouse and a real mini-skirt. One would have thought we were getting ready for a party with a bunch of men....
"Don't be shocked at what some of the gals say or do," Dee murmured. "We let our hair down."
The front door opened and Jessica greeted us. A lush brunette, she had large brown eyes, a generous figure, a wide sensual mouth. Her hair was piled attractively on top of her head. Her simple black cocktail frock I estimated to have cost at last fifty dollars. Her short hemline revealed heavy but very shaply legs. She looked extremely sexy.
"Come in, gals!" she cried. "The bar's straight ahead."
I entered ahead of Dee and handed Jessica my contribution of liquor: a fifth of Gordon's gin. Dee had already left her bottle; she and the hostess had planned this get-together.
I walked a little nervously beside Dee through the huge living room and into a real party room, complete with a polished bar, stools, a juke box and deep chairs and sofas.
"Hi, honey!" Shelley Barth said, smiling at me. I had met all the gals, previously, but there was more friendliness now. I had been accepted. Shelley was slim, brown-haired. She was bright, had taught school a few years before marriage. Her blue eyes fastened on my bodice and she winked. The story about my development course had already been passed along.
Anna Smith, cute and blonde, and probably the youngest wife present, was behind the bar mixing a big shaker of martinis. She dimpled at me. At first glance one would think that ws had all gathered to play cards or something, but I knew already that Jessica's hubby was a home movie addict, and she was going to run some party films. They had an elaborate projection and rec room in the basement.
It appeared another wife couldn't make it; she and her husband were on vacation in Nevada. Five reasonably attractive gals, all married, out for a little afternoon recreation. Dee led me to the bar and Anna poured martinis into iced glasses. The ice was dumped out first, of course. She added a big olive on a fancy toothpick, and a strip of lemon rind.
Shelley, perched on a stool with her long legs crossed, her mini-skirt halfway to her bottom, told a smutty story. She had a real flair for it, and at the punch line everybody laughed, including myself.
"Are you r-ready for the initiation, Jan?" Anna lisped. She wiggled out from behind the bar; her skirt was even shorter than Shelley's, and it appeared she didn't even wear a bra. Her sloping breasts jiggled under her knit dress. She looked extremely dainty and feminine. More the submissive type, like me.
Dee and Shelley had definite leadership personalities, while Jessica seemed about halfway between.
"I guess so," I answered, shivering a little. Dee hadn't filled me in on this phase of the meeting.
They all laughed or giggled, and I wondered what I would have to do to earn my wings with this highflying group.
Shelley slid off her stool, letting a lot of thigh show, and came to stand beside me. Her brown eyes went to my scooped bodice. "Dee let the cat out of the bag about your breast-development course, honey," she said, smiling. "We're all real curious, aren't we, gals?"
I tried not to flush. There was more friendly laughter.
"She's got a beautiful pair, as you can see!" Dee added.
"I could use a few extra inches myself," Shelley remarked, throwing her shoulders back. For her slimness, she had nothing to be ashamed of. Her jersey limned into sharply-pointed charms.
"I could loan you an inch or so, and still be in there," Jessica laughed.
"We're all well aware of your generosities, honey!" Shelley remarked. "Come on, let's dig into this gin. I feel like a real bash today."
"Aren't you getting enough at home, darling?" Dee laughed.
The slender girl shrugged. "Who is, anyway?"
"Not me!" came a chorus of answers.
"The old story of the American housewife!" Shelley said, weaving her bottom. "Hubby is too busy bringing in the money to give us what we need. I read quite an article about a famous prince the other day. He could service two or three gals in one day-and make them come back begging for more!"
"How did he m-manage that?" Anna asked.
"Well, no matter how many gals he took on, he would climax about only twice a week. Had real staying powers!"
The girls all laughed and I joined in. The gin was warming my throat and tummy. Did they talk this way all the time? Dee had warned me....
"I've heard about men who could do that," Jessica said. "Some older men can do pretty well...." She giggled. "They're slower."
More laughter. "You should know, honey!" Shelley said.
"The trouble is," Jessica went on, "an older man doesn't want to do it often enough!"
The giggles were louder, this time. Evidently the three had had a few drinks before Dee and I had arrived. Dee had told me she had taken a belt before leaving her house.
"Let's quit yakking and see that movie," Anna said.
There were murmurs of approval. It was decided that I would be initiated after we had seen the stag film. Jessica made another large shaker of martinis, and she led the way to the Andrews basement rec room.
Shelley, walking behind me, leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "You've got a lovely wiggle, honey...."
I had already sensed that she was after me, and I was flattered, excited. I know we weren't going to Jessica's to play patty-cake and talk about recipes. I hadn't fought Dee off; the idea of playing around with another girl had its naughty appeal ... I hadn't been getting enough at home, either!
"Well, thanks," I whispered back.
As we reached the bottom of the steps she and I were slightly behind the others. Shelley patted me on the seat.
Her touch was sensuous, stimulating. Already I liked her more than Dee. I wanted her hand under my skirt!
"Save some of that for me, honey," she murmured.
I giggled. I whispered back: "Why don't you drop over some afternoon?"
"I will, honey-I will...."
We had no chance to finish our conversation just then; the party mood prevailed. Jessica filled our glasses again and slipped into the projection booth. Several overstuffed chairs and small sofas faced a large screen. Dee and Anna took one of the couches, and Shelley guided me into a sofa.
The gin "was really starting to kick me. I wasn't used to it. My nervousness began to disappear. The whole idea of several young gals getting together for a good time didn't seem so unnatural. I had been out of things so long, it was wonderful to be with the in group.
Shelley told another dirty story, and I doubled over laughing. I liked her more all the time. She didn't push herself as much as the redhead did.
The lights dimmed. Jessica stuck her head out of the booth and I wasn't too surprised to note that she had taken off her frock. Her panties and bra were black, matching her raven tresses.
"Dresses off, kiddies! Time for relaxation!"
Dee and Shelley were the first to rise and start the action. The hostess had set the pace. I put my glass down beside Shelley's and stood up. I unzipped my frock at the waist....
In moments we were all down to bras and panties. The other gals left their nylons and slippers on, so I did the same. They were all watching me, probably wondering if I was going to back out or act shy. Well, I'd show them!
I had had one Lesbian experience already-what did it matter, really? Gin was supposed to heighten a girl's desire. Well, let it. Ted had disappointed me; he might be with Rosemarie right now.
As I sank down on the sofa again, Shelley joined me, sitting very close. I admired her graceful legginess. Her pointy breasts strained at her thin, pink bra; her brown nipples were visible, and they were standing out. I enjoyed her scrutiny of my own figure.
"Roll it, Jessica!" Dee exclaimed. The redhead posed attractively in front of Anna, rotating her hips. Her undies were bright red. She was definately the cutup of the crowd. My cheeks turned hot as I watched her suggestive hip-gyrations. Anna giggled and clapped her hands.
"Okay, gals!" Jessica exclaimed. "Get ready for the Beeg shew!" She returned to the projection booth and a moment later the screen filled with light. Background music oozed about the room. The film was in color, and when the title flashed on-Bedroom Capers-I realized the extent some people would go for vicarious thrills. I had never seen a dirty movie in my life. I had never even seen a strip-show.
The rec room darkened some more. I was very aware of Shelley's nearness, the touch of her thigh on mine. Her lips brushed my throat below my ear, and tingles of excitement fled along my body.
She whispered: "This is all pretty new for you, isn't it, honey?"
"Yes...."
"You're very young and fresh and appealing."
"Oh, thank you, Shelley!"
"We'll have a lot of fun this summer-just you and me...."
I trembled. My nipples were sharpening. Her right arm slid around my waist. "I'd-like that," I whispered back.
"I hope I draw your name for the initiation...."
I was left to guess what that might be. Sound and movement on the screen drew my attention. I was wildly curious!
The opening scene showed two attractive girls at ease on a large bed. They wore undies and long black hose. The camera panned in on their plentitudes of charms. The slender brunette leaned over the cute, rounded blonde. I realized that this had been filmed for men, but there was nothing to keep girls from enjoying it, too.
The brunette reached out and cradled the blonde's bulgy breasts. At the same time I felt Shelley's hand slide up my tummy to my own swelling charms. I heard Anna's giggle. Dee was probably feeling her body, too. Erotic little tingles awakened in my titties. Shelley had a wonderful touch. Her lips fastened below my ear, and she whispered between kisses.
"I don't need that movie to get hot! You're really turning me on, honey...."
I shivered. My nipples erected deliciously. Her thigh pressed mine; her hand shaped me with more enthusiasm. I permitted my hand to drop down between her slender thighs. She was silkier and softer than I expected.
"That's it, honey!" she breathed. "Tickle me...."
I was losing interest in the film. The blonde's breasts were bare, and the brunette was giving them a good working over. A naked man entered the scene. He was handsome, well-built and fully aroused. I heard gasps of pleasure from Dee andAnna.
I turned my head and offered Shelley my lips. I wanted her kiss, I loved the way she was bringing me out, and when she slyly unfastened my bra, claiming my nude mounds, I trembled from head to toe.
"Ohhh, you sweet thing, you!" Shelley breathed, just before her mouth came hotly against my opening lips. I softened, swimming in a rise of tingly desire. Her tongue swiveled into my mouth, sensuously exploring. Dee's enthusiastic remarks about the movie dimmed in my ears. Shelley was building me up toward a delectable level of sensation. I bladed my tongue around hers, settling my hand on her panties. She spread her thighs, curling her hips against the cup of my fingers....
I was aware of movement on the other side of me, and I opened my eyes to see Jessica easing down.
"Don't be greedy, Shell," the brunette laughed. I hated this break in my thrall. But, after all, the party was barely under way.
Shelley and I came apart, and I felt Jessica's left hand on my thighs. Her bra was off; her huge breasts swayed in the dim light. I had read about girlish threesomes-a daisy chain. I wanted to be alone with Shelley! Obviously I would have to wait....
"Look at that stud putting it in the blonde!" Dee cried.
I glanced at the screen and shivered. The close-ups were very vivid. Where in the world did they make movies like this?
Jessica laughed and squeezed my thigh, "Getting your kicks, are you, Jan?"
I managed a giggle. "He really is something, isn't he?"
"Too bad some of our husbands aren't so well hung," Jessica answered, laughing. She stood up. "Better get back in the booth. The blonde's going to have her climax in a minute, and that ends the film...."
How casual they all were about it! And what would my initiation consist of? Drawing names....
We were back upstairs in the main party room, and not a single bra in sight. The gals were really letting their hair down. I gulped down my third martini and watched Jessica hold out a little glass bowl containing four folded slips of paper. I was beginning to get the drift.
"Jan's name is on one of the tickets," Jessica said, winking at me. "The lucky girl gets to give our new recruit her initiation!"
I was shivery with excitement and just a little dread. The giggles and bright remarks helped to dispel some of my uneasiness, though. Apparently whoever drew my name was going to take me on.
"I-think I need another drink!" I said, trying to be as light-headed as the rest of them. More laughter. Anna obligingly filled my cocktail glass from the enormous shaker.
Dee reached in the bowl first-and drew a blank. I was hoping for Shelley! I took some more of the nearly raw gin, very conscious of the sensual glances cast at my body, my exposed breasts. Anna drew next, and another empty piece of paper. It was between Shelley and Jessica, now. There were only two slips left. Shelley pushed them around with her slender fingers and picked one. I held my breath. The ticket was empty. I felt a let-down.
"Well, okay!" Jessica said, triumphantly.
I saw the disappointment in Shelley's expression. Her glance seemed to say, we'll have fun later, doll.
The hostess put the glass bowl aside, after displaying her winning slip and sidled up to me, her large breasts pushed forward. In spite of the gin I was rather nervous. On the other hand, Jessica was no slob; she had her own brand of appeal. She was about Dee's age, a bit older than the others, more sophisticated.
I was positive this was going to involve some kind of display or group sex. I had read articles in some of the racier magazines ... Gals with too much time on their hands, bored by convention, could dream up all kinds of deviltry.
"This way, honey," Jessica said, taking my arm. The others were giggling and laughing. The lush brunette took me to a couch I hadn't noticed before; it sat rather high off the floor at the right end of the bar.
She guided me into a sitting position and posed in front of me, her dark eyes alight with desire. The remaining gals were going to watch while Jessica fondled me!
The remarks were dirtier, now. The movie had charged everybody's batteries. The gin was having its effect.
"Give us a good show!" Anna exclaimed.
"Go, go, gals!" Dee cried. "Make it a good one!"
Jessica laughed and weaved her shoulders. Her sloping breasts seemed to swell and point out even further. Her nipples were banded with wide lighter-brown aureoles. Her hands went to her hips and she began lowering her lacy, black panties. She made suggestive motions that caused the blood to pound in my ears. Her dark vee appeared. She swung a little closer. Dee was now sitting in a sofa close to Anna; Shelley stood, sipping more gin. It was the kind of scene a person might read about, but never really expect to see ... or participate in. But weren't orgies supposed to include some of the male sex? Not today, evidently!
"Panties off, honey," Jessica said, reaching for me. I had a little moment of panic. Could I really go through with it?
Her hands dispeled some of my doubts. I was aroused, just as they were. She leaned down and caressed my hips, pulling at the band of my panties. I liked her touches; I raised up so she could pull my briefs away.
"Hey, cute!" Anna said, giggling.
My garter belt and nylons were still on; so were my high-heeled slippers. These were supposed to make a girl look sexier. Jessica wore just as much as I did, now. Almost nothing!
She sat down on my right, her hand sliding between my legs. Music purred from the stereo. The lights were dim, the room was warm, redolent with perfumes and girl-fragrances. I was ready for my initiation into the group.
Her fingers wandered lightly along the hot inner planes of my thighs; I sank back on the couch, closing my eyes for a moment. Maybe that would help. I felt her warm breath on my throat, and then she was kissing there, while her fingers cavorted between my widening legs. Stings of pleasure, awakened by Shelley, came back in sweet waves as Jessica fondled my femininity....
She found my clitoris and I shivered. One of the spectators uttered a little cry of encouragement.
"Make her pant for it, Jessica!"
I was getting dizzy. Her lips traveled down to my breasts, and I arched them forward. Her lips settling on a tender nipple made me shudder. She knew just where to tease me for the most pleasure, of course! My hips lifted almost of their own volition. Squirts of familiar delight spread from my clitoris through my pelvis.
"Ohhh!" I heard myself cry out.
"Not yet, honey!" Jessica breathed, around a swollen nipple. "Stretch out on the couch, now-facedown."
In a ginny haze of need, I obeyed. She pushed a pillow under my hips, and then I felt her hand between my legs-from behind ... I spraddled out, eager for her caresses! I was just about there.
I had never been fondled just this way-and I loved it! That was something else Ted hadn't done-taking me from the rear ... Although the very correct marriage books indicated some girls objected to this position-some of them liked it, too. The male could get more penetration....
I certainly wasn't worried about that, right now. Jessica was building my pleasure up again, flattening her breasts against my shoulder, teasing my moist crevice ... I worked my bottom against her fingers. I was glad now I couldn't see the others; their cries and remarks were buzzing and far-away.
"Ohhh-please!" I cried.
Suddenly I felt something warm and stiff being inserted! I was too involved with my pleasure to care a great deal-but obviously no man was behind me! It must be-it had to be-an artificial penis, a dildo ... Something else totally new!
It went up and then voluptuously out, only to return again. Inward, slowly, making me shudder. My hips raised, arching backward ... My breasts were throbbing. Jessica was working me into a frenzy of wanting, building me up to it, gradually stroking a little faster, faster. My body shook and I gripped the couch-cover. She halted the sensuous strokings, but I was too far along! I moaned and then the heaven came swiftly, in frantic little waves, tearing my passion as the shaft sounded my need....
It went on and on until I lay quiet again, panting, relieved. The object was withdrawn. I lay there, shivering, absorbing the delectable after-glow. I kept my eyes closed, shame beginning to drift into my gin-soaked thoughts. I heard feminine giggles, several excited whispers.
I turned to look. I should have been prepared for what I saw, but it was a kind of shock, nevertheless. Dee was on top of Anna, and they were squirming around on the floor, arms and legs entwined. Jessica sat in a big chair, her ample thighs wide apart, and Shelley's head was down there, between them....
An expression of lustful joy transformed Jessica's face as Shelley administered to her wants.
My cheeks flamed. I jerked my eyes away, but the sounds were not so easily blotted out.
They had paired off. I was the extra. They had used me to further stimulate themselves ... Now they were having their goodies.
"Ohhh-just a little more, honey!" Jessica cried. I heard Anna's whimper of joy. The whole thing was turning into a kind of saturnalia. Mingled feminine cries and moans rang in my ears.
"Ohhh-do it-now!" Anna shouted.
"I'm-coming, too!" Jessica cried, fiercely.
I clapped my hands over my ears. It seemed a very long time before quiet descended on the room, and oly the sound of the music remained....
It was after four o'clock when Dee let me off in front of the house. We had said hardly a word since leaveing Jessica's place. My hangover was starting. I needed a shower.
"See you tomorrow, honey," Dee said, matter-of-factly, leaning out of the car window. "How do you like us, anyway?"
I had a lot of thinking to do abot all this, but I didn't want to appear a real square.
"Oh, I had fun," I answered. I must not have sounded very convincing, though, because Dee's smile was a little wry, "The first time shook me a little, too, honey. Next time you'll have a partner. Sue Winter will be back. We'll draw names...." She smiled. "You passed with flying colors!"
I had sensed that, already. The partings had been very friendly. I supposed they all wanted a crack at something new. Me.
"The-girls don't tell their husbands, do they?"
Dee burst out laughing. "Of course not! We were playing cards. What the boys don't know won't hurt 'em...." Her voice lowered, grew intimate. "Don't worry, now. There aren't any rules, except to keep it quiet. We screened you real weH before we invited you ... And if you want to visit some of the gals in between parties, why not? Let your urges be your guide, honey!"
I felt some better. I had to get rid of some of my curiosity, as long as we were talking frankly.
"Do you-have one of those-things, Dee?"
She laughed. "Of course, honey! Now that you're a swinger you can borrow it any time. I can get you one ... I don't really go for it too much-but I had an idea you would...."
I flushed. A wonder I was able to! I glanced at my wrist watch and Dee took the hint. She smiled and waved and drove off, parking in front of the Anston house. I walked a bit wearily inside.
While I stood in the shower, washing away the traces of Jessica's cloying perfume, I wondered what Edward Minton would think of all these goings-on. My shame increased. He was no half-man. He would expect a girl to be all woman, too.
I looked down at my naked figure, my recently acquired thrusty charms. The single word still left a bad taste in my mouth. Lesbian. Could I keep on thrilling to girlish touches and not lose some of my basic femininity? And if I kept on drinking so heavily I would soon have that hard, brassy look so many
CHAPTER FIVE
Thursday afternoon I was out in the back yard, enjoying a cool soft drink, relaxing in a lawn chair in the shade, when I heard a car pull into the driveway. Shelley had called earlier; she had said she was interested in my exercise course, and I had invited her over. We both knew the real reason, but that served as an excuse.
I was suddenly popular, and even Ted was showing more interest. I fancied that tonight or tomorrow night he would be in the mood for a little. That is, if Rosemarie wasn't taking up too much of his time. I had never called his office unless some emergency arose; I hated to checkup on him. I had plenty of free time, didn't I?
No matter how I looked at things, now, one fact was certain-I had lost my respect for my husband, and obviously he had changed, too. Or had I been carrying around an illusion of what a marriage should be? Had he ever really cared for me the way I had cared for him-that first year or so? Would I have let Carl go all the way if I hadn't overheard evidence that Ted was playing around with his boss?
But-I had already let Dee get familiar.
Where did I go from here? Had there always been latent homosexual tendencies in my make-up? Could I help it if my sex drives were stronger than Ted's? Well, I had found one solution. Maybe it would be better if I had an affair with Carl, instead of sneaking around with other gals!
Carl had been out of town, though. He probably had girl friends in every nearby city....
My caller wasn't Shelley, however. I straightened in my chair and felt a definite thrill when I saw Edward Minton walk around the house. I wore bright red shorts and haltar, part of my new wardrobe that revealed the fact that I was no longer an A-cup girl. In fact, I had fancied myself up a bit, knowing Shelley was always well-groomed, and I was very glad now I had put forth the extra effort-eye-shadow, more lipstick, more cologne ... My haltar was very snug!
"What a nice surprise!" I said, smiling. "Have a chair."
"Thank you, Jan. You look appealing this afternoon."
I flushed. His gray eyes were very penetrating. Be hep, be modern. The idea of having an affair with him made me shiver! He had more on the ball than Carl would ever have.
"I'm flattered," I answered, uncrossing my legs. I knew he could see everything I had, and I wanted him to get a good look. "Would you like to come inside for a drink or something?"
He smiled slyly. "Can't stay long, Jan. I tried to call a while ago, and the line was busy. Thought I'd drop out ... I was down at the plant this morning and saw Ted. I've wangled a date for tomorrow evening; thought maybe you and Ted would like to come along. He seemed interested."
"I'd love to," I said. "Sure you wouldn't like a drink?"
He stood up. "If you insist."
I rose out of the lawn chair as gracefully as I could, aware of his scrutiny, and walked ahead of him toward the back door. I let my hips swing freely. Little tingles ran up and down my legs. I remembered the dance with him, the feel of his strong body. I remembered what had followed, too, after I had reached home-my delicious peak....
We hadn't reached the door when Shelley came around the house.
"Hi!" she said, brightly, looking Edward up and down. She wore a shorty skirt and a tight blouse; she was turned out neatly.
I made the introductions, and Edward used Shelley's presence as an excuse to cutout. I experienced a sharp disappointment! I wanted him to make a real pass at me! Surely he could tell I was ready for a sneak date or two ... What difference did it make that I was married?
Anyway, I had Friday night to look forward to. He was interested or he wouldn't have come around. I would be a little bolder; shrinking violet gals weren't popular any more! He excited me more than any man I had ever met.
Shelley followed me into the house. As soon as we were in the living room, she moved up behind me and ran her arms around my bare waist. I trembled. Just talking to Ed had put all kinds of sexy notions into my head.
"I've missed you, honey," Shelley whispered, her fingers caressing. She pressed her hips against my bottom.
"Didn't you get enough yesterday-with Jessica?"
"Honey, you know I wanted to initiate you...." Her hands lifted to the bulges of my haltar. My nipples began to tingle and come out. "I've been thinking about you ever since I got up."
"I wondered if you'd be over, like you promised...."
Her lips touched my neck. Her hands squeezed my breasts, and she whispered softly. "Have you been letting Ed have a little, honey?"
"He seems to think married gals should give all their treats to their husbands."
Shelley giggled. "One of those kind, is he? Maybe you're wrong. I saw him looking you over. I can show you more fun than he can, anyway!"
I remembered what she had been doing for Jessica, and I trembled. I'd never had it that way. Could I, really? Ted didn't seem to understand that I needed sex oftener than him. Typical male ego! Intimate kisses certainly weren't new....
"Well, let's don't just stand here," I said boldly. My legs were weakening. I hadn't done my exercises yet today; Shelley was turning me on.
She laughed and drew me down on the sofa. Her skirt slipped halfway to her hips, revealing stretches of long, slender thigh. She had already unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra was just an excuse, so transparent her nipples showed right through the material. She had gussied herself all up, just as I had. Didn't the experts agree that most women dressed for other women, anyway?
"You have such a nice, firm pair, honey!" Shelley breathed, continuing to fondle me there. "Was it fun, doing all those exercises and everything?"
"Well, yes! I still enjoy it."
She laughed, softly. She reached around me and unfastened my haltar. Her fingers trembled-she was getting excited fast! "I really do want you to show me some of those movements...." She giggled. "I'd-like to be larger in the titties, too."
The red cloth slipped away from my swelling charms.
"Ohhh-I could hardly wait for this, honey!" she cried, softly, covering one of my tender mounds. My nipples were sharp and tingly already!
"I love to have them played with," I whispered.
"Don't we all! I've tried to get Rod to work on mine more, but he rushes ... And I don't get nearly enough at home. After four years he kind of takes me for granted."
"I know what you mean," I said. I had never seen her hubby. He had a good job in a railroad office. He was out of town now and then, too. Something to do with accounting.
"Doesn't Ted appreciate your new bustline, honey?"
"Yes, but I'm pretty sure he's playing around with some gal. I don't get enough at home, either...."
"Men!" she said, almost contemptuously. "Our meetings are fine, but we don't have them often enough-for me."
I shivered and pushed my breasts out further. She was taking her time with them. Light, sensuous touches, making me jut out, making my nipples just throb!
"I need it-every day, at least!" I whispered. "Ohh-me, too! Honey, we'll have plenty of good times ... I think you'll enjoy the way I do it...."
"I am, already!"
She continued the dainty fondlings until I was breathing fast. Her lips wandered along my shoulder. I slid my hand under her skirt, in on her warm thighs; she spread them apart, trembling. Her hands left me long enough to unhook her bra. Her mounds had an alluring thrust; her nipples sat out on little minor crests, rosy-brown, erect ... She removed her blouse, and now we were both naked to the waist.
"I just adore lots of tittie-play!" she breathed, half-turning, arching her charms nearer. I did the same. Our breasts came together and hot little sparks seemed to fly from my achy nipples! Her hand went down to my thighs, teasing along between them.
"Make it good for me, Shelley!" I whispered, opening my lips, eager for her tongue. It came tantalizingly forward, stroking inside before our lips even touched.
I hadn't realized I needed release so badly. The party hadn't really satisfied me; the gin had kind of dulled my feelings. And Shelley was good! Her tongue was a wand, bringing my want into keen focus, making me dizzy with longing.
She wasn't as brash or forward as Dee; she had more strictly feminine gestures, and much more appeal for me. I could be just a little more aggressive; she didn't take over, like the redhead. I wiggled my tongue forward, and she trembled, her hips curling against the press of my hand. She was close to a peak, and so was I.
Our mouths turned fiery-hot. Sweet little stabs of rising fervor made me shudder. Ohhh-I was starting! My breasts swelled; my hips jerked, and suddenly I felt her shudder, too. Her mouth lifted; she gasped.
"Ohh-mmm-ohh-I didn't mean to-come so fast, honey-but-ohhh-that's it! Ohhh-you sweet thing! Ohh-damn! Here I go!"
Her words, her closeness, the voluptuous contact of our breasts, her hand shaping my vee, hurled me to a breath-taking height of passion. I moaned and shivered as the pulses of pleasure gripped me. We clutched each other and-writhed out our climax....
We-were in on the bed, now, at ease, naked. The fury of my peak had shaken me. Not even any gin to overcome my shyness. I was turning into a real swinging chick.
"I just knew it would be real good with you, honey," Shelley murmured, kissing my throat. Her right hand rested on my tummy. "You're the best I've ever had!"
"Oh, stop it," I said, I liked her fingers there, on my flesh. I knew there was more to come, too.
"No, I mean it," she insisted.
I was aware of a certain affinity between us that I had known with no one else, and I was a little afraid of it. Had I developed my breasts and changed my way of living to turn into a Lesbian?
"Let's just keep it on the fun level, Shelley," I said, lightly.
"I will," she answered, her hand stealing lower, toward my femininity. "I understand-we wouldn't want to foul up our marriages...."
Mine is a kind of farce, I thought. But is this the answer? I don't want to lose my interest in men, entirely!
Marriage was proper, the accepted way of living. But hadn't I read recently about two homosexuals getting married in California? Lesbians did often live together, I knew that. Was Shelley hinting in that direction?
"You're right," I said.
Her lips moved across my shoulders to my breasts. Her hand stole between my legs. I was turning moist again-I did need more, "I'll really make you stand up this time!" Shelley breathed, between kisses. Her lips opened and she drew a tingly nipple into her mouth. I shuddered. Her finger began to awaken my clitoris. The naunces of arousal grew more delectable.
Slowly, she swung above me. I reached up to cup her breasts, loving the feel of her between my legs. I brought them back, lifting my hips. My breasts commenced to pulse with excitement.
I closed my eyes and wondered if I would ever have Edward Minton in this position ... He was one hell of a man. I was still absorbed in my fantasy when I felt Shelley begin to slide downward, her lips roving across my tummy, lower, lower....
"Ohhh-yes!" I gasped.
She trembled. Her mouth sought the fount of my need, and then the sparkly shivers reached a totally new kind of intensity! Honey seemed to pour through my loins. I spread away out, lifting, running my fingers through her hair, wanting more and more....
"Your turn next, Jan," Edward Minton said, holding out the .22 rifle. The four of us, Ed and his date, Connie Stevens, and Ted and I, had driven south from Ellis Heights to a new amusement center, complete with ferris wheels, loop-a-planes and most of the carnival attractions. We were at a shooting gallery in the center of the midway.
It was Friday evening, warm and balmy, and I felt a little better about everything than I had the day before, after Shelley had left. Forwarned, Connie and I wore tights and sweaters-something I had avoided in the past, for obvious reasons. But my sweater was nicely filled now, and not with falsies!
Connie was a slender brunette who worked in the office at NuPlastics. I liked her right away, and I envied her, being with Edward. He was free to date anyone he wished, wasn't he? I could tell he was still interested in me; I hadn't missed his glances at my figure. I did have good legs and a rounded bottom, and the snuggies showed them off.
Ted had been doing a little showing off for Connie's benefit, too. The way they talked they had known each other for quite a while. Being in the office, she would know about Ted and Rosemarie Newhall, of course. I was the stay-at-home wife who wasn't supposed to be aware of the office goings-on.
I took the rifle from Ed and aimed at the row of moving ducks. Dad had shown me how to shoot when I was in high school. I fired and knocked over the first one. I heard exclamations of surprise. I kept shooting, since the rifle was semi-automatic, and I hit every one but the last. Even the booth operator seemed impressed.
"You get a doll for a prize!" Connie laughed.
"I wouldn't want to have you shooting at me," Ed remarked, his eyes warm. He glanced at Ted. "Do you keep guns around the house?"
"No. She never told me she could do this...."
"Oh, stop it," I said. "There's a girlie show over there. Wouldn't you boys like to see it?"
"Let's all go," Connie said. She looked at me and smiled. "Maybe we can learn something!"
I wasn't sure that I cared to learn any more about girls-for a while. Shelley had really worked me over. We had shared two more shivery peaks of pleasure, I knew now how to do a 69, and I hadn't been too pleased with myself after the performance. But my hungers had been satisfied; that night I had slept like a log. Thankfully, Ted hadn't been in any mood for loving.
Tonight might be different. Well, I knew what he liked, even if I couldn't come when he did ... I was the new Jan Wells, wasn't I? I had attained my goal. I had a good pair, I was with the in group. I was bolder, I could talk sexy, without blushing.
But somehow the vacuum inside me, the need to have a mate I could trust and depend on, a real man, had grown instead of diminishing. The new credo was have fun before the whole world blows apart. Measurable amounts of strontium 90 were already in the atmosphere. Was there any real future? More and more nations had the atomic bomb ... The big cities would get it first.
We were just leaving the shooting gaUery when it happened.
Suddenly, the lights went out! It was a startling sensation. One moment the midway was alive with colors and motion, and then the darkness claimed everything!
I groped for Ted, and someone rushed into me, turning me around. Cries and shouts of alarm went up on all sides. I had lost my sense of direction. It was a very creepy feeling.
"Ted!" I shouted.
My voice was lost in the general clamor. A kind of panic seemed to be developing. My back was against a canvas surface, and I huddled there, hearing more cries and yells, the pounding of running feet.
A hand touched my arm, and I opened my mouth to scream. I struggled. The hand was very strong....
"Is that you, Jan.?" a male voice asked, full of concern. It was Edward!
"Yes!" I answered, trembling.
He held me close. I heaved a big sigh of relief. I hugged him, tightly.
"We'll stay right here till the worst is over," he said, comfortingly. "Blasted power!"
Gradually the midway quieted. I saw stars overhead, and a few shadows became solid objects. The big ferris wheel loomed against the sky, unmoving. I was thankful I hadn't been up in that when the blackout hit.
"Do you know where the car is?" I quavered.
"I think so," he said, reassuringly.
We had come out in his sedan. I wondered if Connie and Ted would have sense enough to keep out of danger and return to the parking lot. Where were they?
His arm comfortingly around my waist, we walked away from the shooting gallery. My directions were reasonably accurate, now. I was still shaking, though. I had been thinking gloomily of huge bombs, and then ... But it was evidently just a local power failure. The lights to the north, where downtown Portland lay, were on.
I let my body curve as closely to Ed's as possible. This might be my golden opportunity! I didn't care where Ted was-for all I knew he might have spent the day with his boss. Another thing bothered me, too. Did my husband have to play with his employer to hold his job? He had moved up in the company very swiftly. Before we had moved from Layton, Ted had spent several weeks alone in Portland, ostensibly house-hunting and getting settled in his work.
He had picked Ellis Heights, I hadn't.
The parking area was still a mess-too many cars moving at once, headlights flashing every which way. Ed's arm was still around me. Why couldn't he lift his hand and cuddle one of my eager titties? His nearness was stirring me, exciting my emotions.
"I hope Ted and Connie are safe," he said.
"Yes. I'm awfully glad you found me, therein the dark," I whispered cozily. I pressed my sweatered breasts closer....
"Don't make it rough for me, Jan."
"Well, you do like me, a little," I said, flirt in my voice.
His arm tightened. "You're married-we shouldn't be doing this."
"We haven't done anything yet, Ed." I lowered my voice and whispered in his ear. "I have a big yen for you ... Ted's been playing around. I think you know that already ... I get very lonesome."
"Damn!" he breathed. "I ought to wring his neck!"
"Wouldn't do any good. Kiss me, anyway. I want to thank you for pulling me out of a tight spot...."
He trembled. He muttered something harsh under his breath, and suddenly both of his arms were holding me! The hot sparks just flew! His mouth came down on my lips hungrily. I softened and clung to him, delicate shivers traveling along my body. I remembered my sex-fantasy about him; I realized that ever since I had laid eyes on him I had wanted him to do this. My breasts swelled and tingled.
Car lights struck us, and he jerked away.
"Damn," he said, again. "You're the most desirable young thing I've ever seen...."
The lights were gone. The parking lot stood nearly empty, now. I swung around against him, boldly. I breathed on his neck.
"I need a real man, Ed...."
He was shaking. I felt the rise of his manhood against my tights, and I curved my hips nearer. Have fun, I told myself. You let Carl have some!
"Let's find the car," he said, his voice choked.
"Yes...."
He took my hand and we walked across the wide area that had so recently been jammed with autos. Darkness still covered the whole region. I recognized the outline of his sedan, and we were just about to it when a voice made me jerk up short. Ed stopped, too...."hurry, honey! Before they come back...."
It was Connie's plea, spoken intimately.
"Sure, sure, baby!" came Ted's reply. They were in the back seat, getting ready to do it. My dear hubby hadn't wasted any time ... But then, wasn't I trying to angle a little stuff, too?
Ed pulled me away. We walked quietly toward a line of trees that bordered the parking lot. He was very quiet.
"Hell of a situation," he growled, under his breath. "Do you want to break it up?"
"No!"
"Might be very embarrassing, at that," he muttered, darkly.
Somehow my own desire was fading. I was shocked and angry. We stood there in the close darkness, apart now. A wind keened through the pine trees nearby. Suddenly a girlish cry penetrated my ears.
"Ohhh-ohhh-OHH!"
Connie again, crying out her passion, her peak of sensation ... With Ted. I was glad for the shadows. "The bastards!" Edward growled.
Ted opened the front door and I followed him into the living room. I heard Edward spinning gravel as his car pulled away. The ride in from the amusement center had been something of an ordeal. When we had returned to the car, Connie and Ted had been all innocence, of course. She had been in front, and Ted in back.
Ted plopped down on the sofa.
"Have fun, honey?" I asked dryly.
He scowled. "What do you mean?"
"Ed and I walked up to the car just in time to hear you two in the back seat," I blazed.
He smirked. "You had a good time with Carl the other night, didn't you? What's a little stray nooky?"
I flushed and walked away, toward the bedroom. He had me. A moment later I heard him enter.
"You want a divorce-is that it?" he demanded. His voice was a whine.
"I-don't know," I answered. And I really didn't.
"Didn't you and Ed play a game or two?" he said, curtly. "I saw him giving you the beady eye."
"Somehow or other he respects the state of marriage!" I flared, tears coming into my eyes.
Ted snorted. "Well, let him play the big, pure act. Connie was hot to trot...."
I turned away from him and sat down on the edge of the bed. I was cold inside, washed out. He slammed out of the room.
Divorce? I hated the word, but I had to face it. Could we go on living in the same house, cheating? Other couples did. Dee and Carl, Shelley and Rod. I didn't know Anna's husband-but it was probably the same setup. Jessica had already told the gang that her man didn't care if she got a little on the side. He was older, he wanted a decorative girl around the house....
I felt miserable, completely miserable. I wondered if I would ever see Edward Minton again....
CHAPTER SIX
I heard Dee's familiar knock on the back door screen and before I could even put down my coffee cup, she came tripping inside, all decked out in an attractive green ensemble-shorts and haltar. It was Sunday morning, and Ted and Carl had gone to play golf-or so they had said. I didn't trust my husband around a corner any more! I still wore my nightie with a light robe over it.
"Why so glum, honey?" Dee asked, cheerfully. "Pour me a cup, will you? The sun's shining and the bees are buzzing!"
"I've had a case of the blues, I guess," I said, trying a smile. I stood up, went to the cupboard and found her a mug. I filled it with steaming coffee. She liked it black.
"I think I have an antidote, honey," she said, winking and patting her handbag.
"What do you mean?" I asked, finding my eyes drawn to her haltar. The green material cuddled her breasts attractively. Her reddish hair was perfection. I caught a hint of her lilac perfume.
She laughed. "Remember my promise? Moma's little helper...."
I had to giggle. Her effervescent mood communicated. Did an erring husband, who hadn't touched me all weekend, have to spoil my day? I had been too upset to even take my exercises. I hadn't had any since Thursday, when Shelley had been over. Watching Dee reminded me of that!
"Ted been neglecting you again, honey?" Dee said, gliding gracefully into a chair. She sipped her coffee.
"He got a little strange stuff Friday night-and I guess that was his limit for a few days!"
"Honey, don't take it like that! These guys won't go unless a girl is willing. If you're sore at anybody, pick on the girl."
Knowing Ted's weak nature, I decided she was right. Connie was single; maybe she didn't get many chances. I wouldn't have objected if Edward Minton had pushed me down in the grass!
"Well, I guess you're right, Dee." She lit a cigarette and patted her handbag. "Like to see it?"
I flushed. I had thought I-was over that stage.
She leaned forward, pursing her lips, "You loved it at the party, honey...."
I felt a twinge of desire between my thighs. She sensed it, and her hand covered mine.
"Carl didn't give me any over the weekend, either ... Let's finish our coffee and have a little fun, huh?" Her gaze went to the folds of my robe, where my breasts pushed it out. I shivered.
I would have wished for Shelley's more oblique approach, but Dee had broken me in, so to speak. Why hesitate? I needed someone. Shelley had said Rod would be home over the weekend; she would be involved in doing her wifely duties ... Having it with another girl was better than having it alone, at least!
"I'll go in the bathroom and freshen up a little," I said, trembling.
"That's better! Later on we can drive downtown and have a few drinks or something, I want to cheer you up...."
When I came back in the living room, Dee had her haltar off. She stood near the stereo, having turned it on, twitching her hips in time to the music. Her pear-like breasts weaved a little with her sexy movements. I had removed my robe and wore only the short-hemmed nightie. Why not make things easier for her?
"Come on, let's dance a little, honey," she purred, snapping her fingers, gliding toward me. "You know, like the kids do, on TV. Far apart, at first. I like to look at you...."
I had never tried any kind of go-go movements, except in front of my mirror, alone. Might be fun! I began tossing my hips, catching the mood of it. Her eyes seemed to burn holes in my thin nightie, as she stared at my titties. I arched them forward.
"You're getting it, honey!" Dee cried. "Give out-sex it up."
Her movements were very graceful and stimulative. No wonder she was a good model. Her bright rosy nipples were stiffening visibly. Finally, she planted her feet wide apart and executed a series of coital thrusts that turned my face hot. My excitement climbed.
What would Edward think if he could see me now? I thought. Playing Lesbian games....
He wouldn't bother with me any more. He could get all the dates he wanted. And why should I even think of him, at a time like this?
Dee wiggled nearer. We stood just a foot or so apart, grinding our hips. Her face was flushed, as I knew mine was, too. I could hardly wait to have her touch me.
I paused long enough to lift my nightie over my head. She smiled and lowered her snug, green shorts. Her auburn vee drew my eyes. She kicked the shorts away, and suddenly we were together, breasts rubbing sensuously, her limber bottom working cleverly against my loins.
"Getting a little hard-on, are you, honey?" she breathed.
"Sure!" I wasn't going to be outdone, by anybody. "Why don't you bring out your helper?"
She laughed. "You did love it, the other day! Just a itty-bitty moment, sweet...."
She pressed her girl-mound to mine and hunched swiftly, gripping my hips with her hands. Furious little twinges of desire claimed me. My nipples were burning. Her mouth swooped down over mine. Her tongue seared a pathway into my mouth. I shivered and felt the delectable, long-delayed stings of need whirl through my pelvis. Her tongue stabbed, finding me receptive. I threw my arms around her neck. Oh, I did need it, badly!
Her mouth came away and she stopped moving.
"Go in the bedroom, honey. I'll be there in just no time!"
I hated to be left dangling, but I obeyed. I moved into the boudoir and stretched out on the bed. I was already wet. My titties jutted upward, firmly enlarged. They had opened up an exciting way of life for me, I was still very proud of them. Everybody wanted me, now! Carl, Edward Minton, Shelley, Dee. I imagined I was the most popular young broad in Ellis Heights!
When Dee walked through the door I felt a shock. She had the dildo strapped to her hips! Somehow the idea of seeing it so vividly, seeing her with the appendage of a male, erect, artificial, took away some of my thrall. With her boyishly shaped hips and short haircut she could almost pass for a man-except for her breasts....
"How do you like me, now, honey?" she said, standing by the bed, legs apart. The rubber tube, the imitation penis, held by bands of elastic to her girl-mound, made me close my eyes.
"Hurry!" I said.
She laughed. "Maybe we should have had a few drinks, Jan."
"I'm-all right, now," I said, opening my eyes, hoping I was.
She swung over on the bed, between my outspread legs. She lowered her head and nuzzled my breasts with her lips. I liked that, at least! My nipples surged into pointy prominence. But when she positioned herself, when I reached down to guide the appendage, feeling its cold outline, I knew I couldn't do it-that way....
"No!" I cried, pushing her away.
She frowned, looking down at me. "Don't be a complete square, honey. You'll go wild when we get started!"
I shuddered, but not with passion. My hotness was flying out of the window. "I'm sorry, Dee...."
I closed my eyes. She angled off the bed. I heard the snap of elastic, and then I felt her beside me, her warm hand between my thighs, pressing my vee. I trembled, relaxing, feeling better now about the whole business. She kissed my breasts again and toyed with my clitoris. The pleasure commenced to reawaken. I curved my hips toward her finger....
A few moments later she was between my legs again, hunching, panting-and it took only a few motions to send me into my climax. I quaked and squirmed and held her tight; I heard her panting, too. But I went long before she did. I cooperated, though. I bucked and tossed until she shouted and squirmed.
"Ohhh-damn it-I'm going!"
Even her voice didn't do anything for me. I felt sweaty and sticky. I was glad when she stopped shivering and rolled away from me. I had experienced much more exquisite peaks; I was sure the vision of that thing had somehow taken away some of my pleasure....
Or perhaps Shelley had spoiled me with her more deliberate and clever manipulations.
"I'll leave it here so you can get used to it," Dee said, finally. "Like I said before, I don't go for it too much-but I'm sure you will. You did, at the party...."
Sure, half drunk, and I couldn't see it....
What was the matter with me, anyway? Dee had been friendly and helpful. She had broken me in.
"We had fun, anyway," she murmured, her hand slipping across my tummy.
"I have to go to the pottie," I said, sliding off the bed. I really didn't want another go-around with her. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, either. Finally, while I was in the bathroom I decided what to do-pretend I was having cramps. I was sure she didn't .know when my period was....
When she was gone, after I had put on a robe and hidden her helper away in a vanity drawer, I had a shower, and made up my mind I had some thinking to do.
Was this to be the pattern of my life? Now that I was physically attractive, or reasonably so, I could have more physical pleasures than before, but was this alone what I really craved? I remembered this article I had read about a beautiful feminine ballet dancer who thought her clitoris was the utter end of sensation; she didn't need anyone else, man or woman. But eventually she fell for some guy and couldn't live without him. It was an emotional state of mind that seemed to please the feminine ego.
My wise mother had told me that any girl could turn into a slut; it took control to become a woman.
I began thinking how good it had been when Carl had bounced me on the sofa. If I kept on playing around with girls I might reach the point where I wouldn't care for men, at all. And that would be tragic! I still wanted children.
Was Ted worth spending all my energies on to keep? Had the fact that he was sterile changed him inside, the way my expanded bosom had changed me? Could I recapture the image of him that had caused me to marry him? Maybe I had deluded myself, since I hadn't had many dates, into believing he was something he wasn't. Well, I could catch a different man, now. I had the equipment, and I was no longer bashful about showing it off.
What was Edward Minton doing today? I knew the name of his hotel, and I looked it up in the Portland directory. Sitting in the living room, wearing shorts and haltar, I picked up the phone and dialed. I was excited! That was a good sign I was still interested in men, even if Ted was disappointing me, physically and emotionally.
The desk clerk connected me with his room, and on the second ring he answered. Even the sound of his hello gave me a thrill.
"Guess who?" I said, smiling to myself.
I could tell he was surprised-and pleased. "I'd know your voice anywhere, Jan."
"And you think I'm awful, a married girl calling...."
He laughed. I felt a stir in my loins that Dee hadn't even touched. Maybe it was my day for men, and I hadn't realized it until now!
"No, I'm flattered," he said.
"Ted's golfing ... Why don't you drive out, Ed?"
A month earlier I wouldn't have dreamed of being so forward. My heart was going pitty-pat. Remembering how he had looked at the amusement grounds, I felt my breasts tighten in the haltar....
"Would that be quite proper?" He wanted to, though-I could sense it, and I pushed my luck.
"Oh, I can take a cab down to the shopping center or somewhere around here. And this is a private line, so nobody can listen in...."
His breath drew in. "I would like to see you, Jan. What about that cocktail lounge where we met before?"
"Fine!" Liquor bars were open on Sunday in Oregon, so I was all right.
"An hour?" he suggested.
"I guess I can get all fixed up and be down there by that time," I said, as flirtily as possible. Ted might even be with Rosemarie, right now. I never had asked him to account for his time; up until a week or so before I had trusted him. No more. Two could play at this game....
CHAPTER SEVEN
I beat him there. the waitress gave me a rather odd look when I picked a booth at the rear, in the darkest corner I could see. Well, if she hadn't done any man-chasing, she was missing a lot! I saw her looking at my tight, slashed blouse, and the cut of my short skirt. It struck me that maybe she was Lesbian ... What was the old saying? One bird could always spot another?
I had hardly begun on my highball when he walked in. My heart gave a lurch; I put on my best smile. The first time I had ever called a man I had barely met, and here he was. I believed I looked my best. I had been very careful with my grooming and make-up; and my breasts just surged out against my skimpy bra and daring blouse.
Dee hadn't nearly satisfied my girlish yearnings. Ohh-I wanted today to be perfect! A girl had to assert herself to have fun, and I was a fun girl, wasn't I? Did marriage really matter? I could have no children with Ted. He was chasing, and he knew that Carl and I hadn't been in that library holding hands. We appeared to have an unwritten and unspoken understanding. Play the field, live it up. Dee and Carl worked the same way ... Shelley and Rod. I'd have to meet him sometime and give him a thrill or two....
"You look wonderful!" Edward said, sitting beside me in the booth, right where I wanted him.
"Sexy, too?" I giggled.
He smiled, and there seemed to be a change in his manner toward me. A married girl calls a man for just one reason-sex. We' both knew it. Before, when we had met here, he had been keeping me in my place; we had met accidentally, and had become better acquainted. Now he was looking at my blouse in a different way. I had propositioned him over the phone; he was planning on getting a little if he could.
Somewhere along the line I had cheapened myself; being bold and reckless had turned me into a tart. But didn't all the girls in my crowd act the same? If you wanted a little from some guy, go after it. Besides, I had to prove to myself I could give a man a good time; I'd been around too many girls the past week or so.
I pressed my leg against his and leaned forward, so he could look down inside my blouse. "I've been thinking about you a lot, Ed."
His drink had come, and he bought me another. When the girl was gone, he slipped his right hand under the table.
"You're flattering me, Jan," he murmured. "Are you sure you want to go on with this?"
A voice inside me seemed to say, you can get badly hurt, Jan. He's not like the others you've met. He's a real person. You like him too much.
I ignored it. I was sex-bent. I had survived a fling with Carl and Dee and Shelley, and I had let Jessica treat me ... I was going to get more of that Carl, too.
"Well, of course!" I said, snuggling closer.
His hand dropped on my legs; his fingers trembled. A shadow formed behind his eyes; he seemed a bit disappointed with me. But the touch of his hand made me shiver. The first drink was an elixir in my veins. I uncrossed my legs and let my thighs drift apart. The darkness here would prevent anyone from seeing what he was doing. His fingers traveled excitingly along, pressing and squeezing. I felt a rise of need so swift and sure that I gasped.
"Ohhh-that's good!" I breathed. Ever since I had first seen him I had dreamed of this. My nipples erected deliciously! It was as though I hadn't had any for weeks. I was shivery with passion.
"Damn!" he whispered, reaching my panties. I curled my hips forward; I nearly dropped my glass.
A jolt of electricity seemed to pass from his hand to my body. I wanted his mouth on mine so badly I leaned nearer and parted my lips, eagerly. I was sure that if he tickled me a little and ran his tongue down my throat I'd have an orgasm right there!
"Let's go to a motel," he said, tightly.
"Yes!"
His hand came away and he upended his glass. I finished my drink, my fingers shaky. Just like that!
He steered me out the backdoor of the lounge and into his big Pontiac. As soon as he was under the wheel, I scooted over beside him, letting my short skirt remain halfway to my hips. I undid the top button of my blouse. I had worn heels and clingy-topped nylons, but no garter-belt. He was very quiet, looking just a little pale.
I remembered all the times I had stayed home while other gals went for romantic drives with their steadies; I remembered the complex I had built up because of my small boobies, and how grateful I had been when Ted had started dating me in spite of them....
I was making up for lost time! I was still young, and now I had something the boys loved-jaunty, firm breasts!
"Are you good at driving with one hand, darling?" I asked, pressing myself close.
"Wait till I get out on the highway and I'll show you."
I laughed. "I missed a lot of that when I was single. I was too shy and didn't have many dates...."
He drove westward. Mt. Hood stood up clearly ahead of us, but I wasn't in the mood for scenery. He took a gently curving road through sparse timber, away from the heavy traffic. His right hand dropped down; I spread my thighs, so he could play around....
"You have beautiful legs," he said, seeming to recover his good humor. I riffled my fingers through his short, dark hair and breathed on his throat. His fingers roamed past the tops of my nylons and I shivered. My panties were wet already.
"Feel me up good, darling," I murmured. "I haven't been getting nearly enough lately...."
"Shame on you!" he said, lightly.
I giggled. "Ted's been stepping out on me, so why shouldn't I?"
He didn't answer right away. His fingers wove a delicious spell along my sensitive thighs. His trousers were raised; I reached over and pressed my hand on the bulge ... Ohh-he was big, big!
"Hurry and find a place, will you?" I whispered.
"Spot coming up," he said, his voice revealing his emotional disturbance. Set back in a grove of tall pine trees was a neat motel called the Green Gables. I had never been in this area of suburban Portland.
He stopped in the shade near the office, and cut the motor. His arms went around me, snugly, almost ferociously. His mouth took my eager lips, and for long delicious seconds I floated on a rosy cloud. The intensity of his passion made me shake from head to toe. I squeezed his manhood and felt his tongue go deep, and I turned into a shivery mass of putty. Ever since we had danced I had craved this, dreamed about it, and now it was happening....
I wasn't just warm in two places; I was hot and passionate all over. Even Ted had never turned me on like this! I had never craved anyone so fiercely m my whole life.
We were inside, now, with the door locked. My legs were weak. I sank gratefully onto the king-sized bed.
He stood looking down at me, his trousers pushed out, and a kind of hoarse cry came from his lips. He swooped down beside me. His mouth clamped over mine and his hand opened my blouse. I was in a delectable state of anticipation. All the flirty, sexy words I had planned to say would have to wait!
His tongue was a fiery blade; his hand brushed my skimpy bra aside and then he was fondling my nude tender charms. He was so strong and completely masculine, and I was limp with need. My nipples had never been so sensitive, so alive. They were rigid peaks, responding to his caresses in a sensuous way they never had before! It was as though all my efforts to achieve an attractive bustline were finally bearing the rich fruit I had dreamed about.
Now his hand swept under my skirt, and I moaned as he cupped my femininity, as he began pulling my panties away. His tongue went in and out, voluptuously in and out, making me shudder and writhe, I couldn't bear it any longer. I wanted him in-big and long and deep! I started yanking at his shirt; he caught the mood, and then we were both tearing clothes, getting naked as swiftly as possible.
I heard his shoes hit the floor. My panties were off-then his trousers, his shorts.
"Ohhh-do it!" I cried.
He flipped my skirt back and curved swiftly above me. I held his big shaft, bringing it nearer, nearer, and suddenly he was taking me, pushing into me, spreading me with such delectable sureness I had to shout out my pleasure!
"Ohhh-darling!"
He moaned some kind of answer, and the first manly sweep seemed to fill me as I had never been filled before! Heavenly little pulsings of my cove, delectable tightenings, opened up a totally new zone of voluptuous sensation. I was starting already-but it came so slowly, so exquisitely, I could hardly believe what I was feeling....
Ohhh-how I needed it-like that-and that-and ohhh-deep, then out, and deep again....
I lost all track of details; I was in a most wonderful haze of rising tumult. I was giving, giving-panting, feeling his shaft grow more impetuous, feeling him stiffen even more, swelling ... and the quick little spasms began!
I went wild. Honey poured from my achy loins, honey in gushes and squirtings of voluptuous intensity. I shouted and strained and when the heaven came I just clung to him helplessly and took the fierce, manly pounding that signaled the pulsing of his own peak of desire. The hard pounds of my orgasm rocked me from one end to the other. I was simply going off all over!
When I opened my eyes I realized he had pushed me nearly through the headboard with his virile thrusts, and I didn't care one little bit! I was sweaty and depleted, but what a wonderful feeling of release, of shivery completion! Nothing like this had ever happened to me....
I began to realize that Ted had never sounded the real depths of my desire-that I had been just piddling around with sex until now. This was what a girl needed, the ferocious beat of totality.
When I came out of the bathroom, naked, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette, a kind of tortured expression on his rugged face.
"I knew it would be like this," he said, staring at the floor.
I was still aglow with my feeling of elation, of having succeeded, but somehow the bright sexy words wouldn't come to my lips. I eased down beside him, wanting his hands on me again, and again. It was more than sex; it was a kind of rich yearning I couldn't quite name.
"What do you mean, darling? I think I'm a very lucky girl!"
His hands clenched and he stamped his cigarette out in the ash tray, almost savagely.
"Hell, I'm the lucky one!" he said, tightly. "And you know damn well what I mean. I'm crazy about you and you belong to somebody else. It's wrong!"
"I'll get a divorce, darling! I never felt this way-about anybody...."
His face twisted. "I should have told you-before, Jan. I have a malignant tumor. I'm due for an operation before long. There's a good chance I won't make it."
There was no bitterness in his voice; just regret, resignation.
I felt an awful shock. I slid my arms around him. "I'm terribly sorry, Ed. Look on the bright side...."
"You've brightened me up considerably," he said, hugging me. "But don't do anything crazy, like getting a divorce. You have a healthy husband...." He kissed me, hard, and then held me at arm's length. His eyes roved over my face and then my breasts. "Damn! I guess I shouldn't have told you, but I had to be honest about that. You understand...."
Tears gathered in my eyes. People did get cancer-one out of ten. I arched my breasts against his chest. I shivered. I wanted him again, and he wanted me, and I knew that this time it would be tender and prolonged and wonderful-except for that shadow between....
CHAPTER EIGHT
When I reached home, about six-thirty, Ted was sitting in the living room, scowling. I realized my skirt and blouse looked a little rumpled, and I didn't care.
"Where the hell have you been?" he demanded.
"Having fun, with a man!" I shot back. "How is Rosemarie Newhall, anyway?"
He flushed. He picked up the Sunday paper and buried himself in it. I walked past him and added another bite.
"You have your good times with Dee and Rosemarie and a few more, including Connie Stevens. Do you think I'm going to sit home all the time?"
I slammed into the bedroom. I wish I could tell him I want a divorce right now, I thought, miserably. I've found a man I really care for, and it's all impossible!
Edward was right, of course. Two or three years, perhaps, and then nothing. No real man would want a new bride to see his powers fade, his health go awry. If he made it through the operation, things might be different.
He was going to call me the next afternoon. He hadn't been sure when we had left the motel that we should even see each other again ... it would just make the agony worse.
I was choking up inside again, and I began to undress, hurriedly. I needed a shower. Back to the old grind. Living with a man I could hardly respect any more. I wanted to keep on seeing Edward until it was time for his operation, but at the same time I could see the point of his reluctance.
Could I look on it, later, as just another fling, a stray piece? Swallow the hurt, be a hep chick! I wanted another go-around with Carl, didn't I? And then there was Shelley.
The tears gathered in my eyes. I had been hurt, all right. I had to battle it, overcome it. I was young and healthy and I had a new pair of titties. I would glut myself on pleasure and try to forget what Edward and I had shared.
I waited anxiously for his call Monday afternoon. I went around the house doing the usual things in a kind of trance, hoping it wouldn't be as bad as the doctors feared, hoping Dee or Shelley wouldn't pop in to spoil things, wanting to hear his voice again.
I kept thinking about that wonderful second time in the motel, when he had caressed me all over, working me up gradually, making my breasts huge, warming me in a way that had been totally new and sparkly. And finally, the bigness of him inside me, sounding the depths of my hungers, lips on my rigid nipples-and my furious multiple climax, tearing the honey from my loins, leaving me weak with joy....
He had such wonderful control. He made it last for over half an hour!
When the telephone rang at two o'clock I was a bundle of nerves.
"Hello, darling," he said. He sounded just a bit more cheerful than when we had parted the day before.
"Oh-hello, Ed! I miss you...."
"I know," he said, tightly. "There has been one change. My doctor is sending me up to Seattle, to the Virginia Mason hospital. They're going to try some deep X-ray treatments and some other stuff. Might not need an operation, if I'm lucky."
My heart leaped. "That's wonderful, darling, really wonderful! I'd like to be there. I'll pack up and leave right now...."
"I'd like to have that," he said, sincerely. "But I'll be confined. You'd better think it all over, Jan. I'll know the verdict in maybe ten days or so. Don't do anything foolish. I don't want to see you hurt any more...."
"I'll wait for you, Ed...."
"Don't forget, you still have a husband."
Compared to you, I married a half-man, I wanted to shout. He was being sensible, though. We talked a while longer, and I tried to keep my voice on the pleasant and cheerful level. He would call me as soon as he found out ... If the first treatment didn't halt the cancer, there would be the operation. I might not see him for a long, long time. "I'll be waiting," I said, again.
"Don't look so glum, honey," Shelley said, refilling my glass with a fresh martini. It was Wednesday afternoon, and she had driven by to pick me up; we were in the Barth living room. The place was cozily furnished in Early American. Their home was two stories, with shutters on the windows, and the styling was what she called New England!
The weather had continued to be warm; we wore shorts and haltars. The gin was taking the edge off my loneliness, and I decided I was going to keep some at home, whether Ted liked it or not. He could have his health routine.
"Sorry," I said. "I'm glad you came by. What did you have planned for today?" As if I didn't know! Driving over, she had fondled my legs, admired the jut of my titties in my haltar.
She laughed. "If we're in luck, something special! Finish your drink and come along upstairs."
"What've you got, some nude pictures?"
"Better than that, honey!" She rose from her chair and stretched. I had to admit she looked ravishing; her shorts were almost as brief as a two-piece swim suit. The gin was helping. I had been moping around since Monday, thinking too much about Edward.
It had occurred to me that he might not want to marry me, even if he recovered. I had thrown my-sell at him. Maybe he had taken me to the motel as a favor to a lonely housewife-and I was so down in the mouth I even imagined that he might be faking his illness.
Ted had mentioned that Edward had taken a leave of absence from his job at NuPlastics, but there had been no hint of where he had gone. Maybe he wasn't in Seattle at all!
Dee had dropped over on Tuesday, but I hadn't given her much encouragement. She had mentioned something about a cookout Friday. Carl would be in town over the weekend. The same old swap again? Well, Carl had been good....
I finished the martini, and Shelley took the glass. I stood up, feeling a little better. I hadn't had any since Sunday afternoon. Ed had really scored. My orgasms with him had been so special I hadn't needed my daily climax-until now.-I was beginning to feel the urge.
I followed Shelley up the broad stairs, watching the dainty twitch of her bottom. Edward seemed further and further away ... I remembered how Shelley had made me moan and cry out ... She understood me; I liked her much better than the other gals in the neighborhood, in the Afternoon Club.
We entered what appeared to be a spare bedroom. The windows faced west. Shelley walked to the windows and peered out. My curiosity was mounting.
"What're you up to, anyway?" I asked, drifting over to stand beside her. Her left arm slipped around my waist.
She laughed. "We hit it just right! Have a glance down in the back yard, next door...."
I looked. A high, dense hedge surrounded the rear of the place indicated. It was an older house, well-kept, dating before the development of Ellis Heights. The Barth house sat right at the edge of this, on higher ground, so that from the upstairs window one could see clearly what went on in the back yard a hundred feet or so away.
And plenty was. A large girl about our own age reclined in the shade on a chase lounge. Her haltar barely contained two huge, thrusting breasts, and she bulged around her shorts. A middle-aged man sat in a lawn chair beside her. He looked old enough to be her father. He was leaning toward her, his right hand between her heavy thighs....
"They come out there about twice a week and have a ball!" Shelley said. "It really makes me horny!
I hadn't thought much about it. The sexy movie at Jessica's place had stimulated me. Then, of course, I had seen the gals paired off.
"Might be fun," I said, my interest growing.
Shelley left the window a moment and returned with a pair of binoculars! She giggled.
"The close-ups are better!"
I didn't think I'd need them, really. The man whispered something in the girl's ear and she laughed. One of the windows was up, and her voice came faintly. She spread her legs as his hand wandered along the expanses of naked thigh. He wore slacks and an old sport shirt. I couldn't tell whether or not he was aroused. Maybe I would like to use the field glasses, after all!
"I wish Rod would spend as much time tickling me up as that old boy does!" Shelley said, using the binoculars. "He really makes it last...."
"Why don't you lure him over someday?" I asked.
"I'm thinking about it!"
I felt a sensuous heat in my loins as I watched his fingers caress the inner areas of the girl's legs. He seemed in no hurry, at all. She stretched indolently, curving her large hips upward. She ran her fingers through his graying hair. Her fleshy lips were parted.
Edward's a lot older than me, I thought. He sure turned me on!
"Maybe we should have hooked ourselves more mature hubbies," Shelley said. She handed me the glasses. "Here, try 'em."
The lenses were powerful; the couple seemed almost at arm's reach. I happened to focus in on them when he was kissing her and shaping her big breasts, although they were still inside the haltar.
He did a good job of that, too! Her titties were well-shaped, even as large as they were. His fingers roamed all over, and I saw her thighs twitch a little as he reached around and untied the band over her charms. Deftly he brought her huge mounds out. Her nipples were like wine-colored grapes, surrounded by wide bands of lighter flesh. They were sharply erect.
The teasing motion of his fingers excited me. He really knew his stuff! My own breasts ached, wanting to be carressed. He took each swollen hill in turn, his fingers spanning the points, gliding under and around on top, finally working out to the tender peaks. She trembled and her hips made sensuous coital thrusts.
"Interesting, huh?" Shelley breathed, standing behind me. Her hand went around my waist, lifting toward my haltar.
I shivered. The man stopped kissing her on the mouth, and started working on her throat. His right hand dropped to her loins. Her eyes were closed. She was having a ball, no question about that. Again he tickled around between her thighs, eventually sweeping from knee to crotch. In a minute or two he was going to kiss her breasts, but he didn't hurry.
The girl spread her legs until they were very far apart, her heels touching the grass on each side of the chaise lounge. The toss of her bottom grew a little more impetuous. I knew the signals! She was getting ready for a nice little orgasm. He cupped his hand on her pussy and she worked slowly against it.
Her shorts weren't even off, yet.
Shelley cupped my breasts in her palms, squeezing. She breathed hotly on the back of my neck. I felt her loosening my haltar, which I really needed. I was getting all itchy with passion. When the no-strap piece was away, I found that she had removed her haltar, too. The feel of her small, jutty breasts against my shoulders added fire in my furnace. Her fingers worked my taut nipples just as the man in the yard below drew a swollen nipple into his mouth. At the same time his right hand slipped inside the girl's shorts....
Her cry of pleasure drifted up and across to us. Her hips lifted, her legs jerked, her breasts throbbed! She was having it, having it, having it ... My mounds in Shelley's hands turned hard with passion.
When the girl quieted, her lover moved away to sit back in his lawn chair again. He had a cigarette. They said a few words and the girl laughed softly. Then she closed her eyes, and rested.
"Is that all?" I asked.
"Just a warm-up kiss, honey. That gal is fantastic-she has it about five or six times before he gets through with her...."
I can too, with the right man, I almost said. I did with Edward! That second time for him was simply heaven! I lost count ... It wasn't a contest-just a strong mutual need.
He had satisfied me for three whole days. I hadn't required my usual daily orgasm, even after my exercises. And ohhh, how I missed him, now. The un-naturalness of what I had done with Dee and Shelley and the shallowness of my joy with my husband had never seemed more graphic. I had been having second-best all my life!
With Edward I hadn't thought of it as how many times. That's what all these frustrated housewives talked about, the purely physical aspects of sex. The man and the girl next door were enjoying themselves naturally. Shelley and I were the wrong ones.
But Edward was far away, and maybe I would never see him again.
He didn't want me unless he could present himself physically sound and healthy, so that he could be a real mate.
I put the binoculars aside and leaned against Shelley. Her hands were weaving a delightful pattern across my stinging nipples. I was wet. I couldn't go without any longer.
"On the bed, honey," she whispered.
I nodded.
A moment later we were stretched out, side by side, completely naked. Ohhh, why couldn't this be
CHAPTER NINE
"what's the matter, honey?" Shelley murmured, curving herself above me, sliding between my opened thighs. "You're not as hot as you were the other day...."
"I'm sorry," I murmured. "I'll be all right pretty soon-"
I've found out what a real man can do for me, I wanted to say.
She settled her pussy on mine and kissed my titties and really worked on me. Her breathing quickened. I held her breasts in my hands and felt them swell, turn firm and pointed. A ginny kind of thrall developed; I lifted and squirmed until the bed jiggled.. I was acting part of it, but she took my movements to mean that I was just as wild for it as she was.
Suddenly, she made the switch. I felt the hot probe of her tongue; I cooperated. The itching and stinging grew more delectable. I tried to bring an image of Edward into my mind, but the fantasy wouldn't come alive. I was too conscious of the spread of girlish thighs above me, and even her panting, her rising fervor, failed to excite me as it had before....
I tried. I gave her full measure-as she administered to my wants. I ached for penetration. Her tongue couldn't give me what I really craved. Finally, though, her efforts commenced to draw the squirtings along my body, the old familiar shivers of physical release.
I felt her shudder, heard her moan. I was going to make it-yes-I was, ohhh-yes, yes, yes-
A kind of wrenching centered in my clitoris; I bucked and held her close, and then the peak came, tingly, too swiftly, in a rash of achy spasms. I didn't lose myself. I was glad when she swung away, dropping down in her glut of sensual completion....
"I thought watching them would really heat you up, honey."
She was close beside me now, her right hand between my legs, her lips on my shoulder.
"I made it," I said, trying to sound bright and sophisticated.
She giggled. "Yes, but you know you didn't hit it like you did the other day."
"I'll do better next time," I answered. Half a loaf was better than none at all.
Suddenly I wanted to be away from her, back home, alone. I held my hand up to my mouth and faked a little heave. Her head lifted. "What's the matter, honey?"
"That gin didn't sit right on my tummy, I guess," I said.
"Oh-I'm sorry!" She sounded a little suspicious, though. I didn't care. I decided suddenly that if I was going to have sneaky sex I would have it with a man.
I slid off the bed.
"I'll take you home, then," she said, a trifle coolly.
I was glad to be home. I went in the bathroom right away and threw my soiled garments in the clothes hamper. I stepped into the shower stall, wanting to wash away the cloying fragrance of her perfume, the left-overs of our Lesbian lovemaking.
Refreshed, I stepped into the bedroom and donned a light robe. I stretched out on the counterpane. I put two pillows under my head. I wanted to just lie there a while and think about Edward. Let Shelley be mad! I didn't owe her anything. And I wasn't sure that I wanted to go to any more Afternoon Club meetings, either.
Edward changed me, I thought wistfully. I need a man in-where it really counts!
Just thinking about it made my nipples erect, begin to tingle. Shelley had brushed the edge of my need, Ted wouldn't be home for hours, and I wasn't going to toss myself at him. Too many wounds unhealed inside me. But even that would be better than doing it with a girl. Watching the couple next door, at Shelley's place, had made me realize this all too clear ly!
I opened my robe and looked down at my figure. My breasts were coming up. All of a sudden I remembered the dildo that Dee had brought over. It was right there in my vanity drawer. Why couldn't I finish what Shelley had begun, and dream about Edward while I did it?
The telephone rang. My heart gave a jump.
Could it be Edward?
Hastily I swung off the bed and almost ran out into the living room. I picked up the receiver and breathed an intimate "Hello,"
It was a male voice, and for one wild moment I thought it might be Edward-but I was mistaken. I sank into a chair beside the phone stand. Carl Aston was finally going to make his move.
"Where've you been, beautiful?" he asked breezily. "I've called several times-when I knew the old man wasn't around."
Well, I had been thinking about men, and here was one who had thrilled me before, "Out, I suppose," I said. "You took your time about getting in touch."
"Busy, doll, busy. Out of town part of the time. You keeping those two nice things in shape for me?"
I giggled. "I exercise every day, handsome."
"Great! Dee's planning some kind of a cookout thing Friday night. Why don't you and Ted come over?"
Another swap session, of course. I had enjoyed it before. "Don't know why we can't," I said. "Do we have to wait till Friday?"
His chuckle revealed his interest. "Hell no, if you're feeling that way! I'm free right now ... Could you get away and meet me someplace?"
My robe had drifted open and I glanced down at my opened thighs. I felt a sharp thrill of desire. In two minutes we had it all arranged. It was three-thirty, and I didn't care whether or not I came home late. What could Ted say? We weren't really married any more-just living in the same house.
He parked in a thickly wooded area south of Ellis Heights, and the ease with which he found it told me he had been here before. It was a beautiful afternoon, sun slanting through the tall pine trees, the clearing beside the car invitingly green, covered with tall grass. A few beer cans indicated the spot was frequently used.
I had put on my shortest skirt and a new blouse that opened down the front. All the way out from the shopping center, where I had gone in a cab, he had been smooth and cheerful, shooting looks at my legs and breasts. I knew why he hadn't called me sooner; he could get all the girls he wanted, gals prettier than me. He had the typical smoothness of a born salesman.
Well, a girl in need appreciated a worldly man, didn't she? He swung out from behind the wheel and came around the car, moving in on my right. Carl knew he had it, but I realized I wasn't entranced with him, as I had been the first time. He was virile and handsome, but he was no Edward Minton, and never would be.
He was going to give the young wife next door a treat; now that I had a good pair of boobs, I was acceptable. In real attractiveness, Dee had me beat with her model proportions and leggy appeal. I was simply a fill-in.
"Didn't you bring a blanket?" I asked, wanting to appear as modern as any of the gals he took out.
He laughed, his right arm sliding around my waist, his left drawing me closer. "Maybe we'll try it-after awhile." He touched the seat glide release and the front was much roomier. "Don't you like a little playing around, first?"
I remembered what I had seen from Shelley's upstairs window. I giggled. "I go for a lot of that!"
"I figured you did, Jan. We kind of rushed things-before."
He's the second man who ever took me, I thought. "But it was good!" I whispered, flirtily.
His hand lifted from my waist to my breasts. "I can't get over the change in you. When you and Ted first moved in I didn't think I'd ever make it."
I laughed. "Remember when you saw me in the back yard and said I had nice legs? That started me thinking...."
"Really?" His fingers tested the resiliency of my titties; my bra was very thin. A tremor of desire Shot along my body. "I'm glad you don't wear falsies any more...."
"The smart girls don't," I murmured, offering my lips. His forefinger stole inside my blouse, down between my breasts. I shivered. This was a lot better than having another girl caress me. Even if I never saw Edward again, he had demonstrated to me that man-loving was my basic need. Oh, maybe a gal now and then ... just for variety ... and it was much more easily arranged.
"You haven't chased much, really, have you?" he whispered into my parted lips. He began opening my blouse.
"No ... Does that make it better for you?"
"Hell, yes!"
Why couldn't this be Edward? I thought, wistfully. I'd be climbing all over him! But I tried to fly too high and got my wings singed.
With him I hadn't had to act or put on or use the sexy modern expressions. At the same time my guilt about infidelity had been stronger because he had shaken me to the core of my being ... Marriage meant something to him. For Carl it was simply a convenience. He and his redheaded wife had been getting stuff on the side for a long time. And evidently, Ted had, too.
"Make me good and hot, Carl!" I murmured. I had to forget Edward! He was far away, out of my reach.
Carl's mouth dropped over mine, at last. His fingers unhooked my bra, and my tingly breasts surged out, into his exploring hand. His tongue glided sensuously deep; my lips responded to his pressure. Nothing was volcanic, but it began to satisfy a girlish hunger. My nipples sharpened and my thighs warmed. I spread them, feeling my skirt slip back even further; he would be down there soon! Make it easy for him....
He stayed a long time on my titties, making my nipples taut, rolling his mouth around on my lips until they turned puffy and clingy. His tongue jabbed in little bursts; when it retreated I slipped my own tongue out, flirting the tip against his ... My panties were heating up fine!
"Great, great!" he said, easing back a little.
"Good sample," I breathed, my right hand stealing down to his trousers. He was gratifyingly rigid. I squeezed and pressed, showing him how modern I was-and then I ran the zipper down.
"Nice and big for me, huh?" I giggled.
His hand went down, under my hiked-back skirt. He kissed me on the throat. "Like to talk about it, do you, doll?"
"Well, sure!"
His fingers burned on my silky-hot thigh-flesh. I worked his penis out of his shorts.
"I like the way your nipples stand out," he murmured, easing his mouth in that direction.
"Give them plenty of kisses, honey!"
He trembled as I held his shaft, tickling my fingertips all around. His hand reached my panties. I squirmed my hips, delighting in the riot of sensations he was arousing. I knew he could feel my wetness. His lips surrounded a tumid nipple.
"Ohhh!" I breathed. "That's good!"
He favored me with more delectable kisses and then drew back to look at my charms. I arched them forward, the way the models do in the girlie magazines. My nipples were wet and pointy.
"Going to take lots of time with me, honey?" I asked, fluttering my tongue between my lips. "I haven't had nearly enough lately."
"You're a real cool doll," he answered, meaning I was hep. His hand rested on my girl-mound. "The stuff at home gets old after a while."
I smiled as sexily as I knew how. Be a real swinger. "It sure does!"
I looked down at his big shaft and I remembered my wish to do something I never had, even with Edward. I had to show Carl I was with it in every department.
"Mind?" I asked, lowering my head.
He laughed. "It's all yours, sugar."
I trembled. I opened my lips ... His hand tightened on my crotch; I felt his arousal, and then I was pleasing him. The sensation was sensuously exciting. Why hadn't Ted let me do this? It satisfied a craving inside me, a base instinct that girls enjoyed ... because I had loved it with Shelley, and it wasn't abnormal, especially with a man.
"Not too much, sugar," he said, easing me upright again. "You want me to last, don't you?"
I giggled. "Well, naturally! Are you going to let me on top?"
"That works pretty good in a car seat," he laughed.
His fingers worked inside my panties, and I shuddered. I leaned back, closing my eyes, absorbing the sweet waves of delight that curled through my loins. He rolled my clitoris until I was shivering.
I held his shaft in my hand again, while his lips brushed across my tender nipples. The stings of joy were quickening, delectably.
"About ready, sugar?" he whispered.
"Ohhh-yes!" I gasped. I bucked my hips, not too fast ... because the joy was starting, starting ... My titties seemed ready to burst! He knew just how to tickle me to bring my passion to a head. He was going to let me have a quickie as a preliminary, and I adored him for it.
"Ohhh!" I heard myself cry. The waves of pleasure raced along my thighs, burning a pathway up to my throbby breasts. An image of Edward swept through my mind. I shuddered and squirmed and then the quick little medley of twitching nerves and girlish yearnings burst like a shower of sparks.
"Ohhh-I'm coming!" I shouted. Let him know how good it is!
My hips bobbed as the erotic tension burst, flooding my loins, tearing little sobs of joy from my throat ... Edward's name was on the tip of my tongue and I almost blurted it out....
CHAPTER TEN
"Now, show me how good you can top-ride, sugar," Carl said, tugging at my panties. He had lowered his trousers and shorts; his big staff was rigid and waiting for me....
Come on, Jan, be a real swinger. Show him how clever you can be. You're a playgirl, now-like Dee and Shelley and Jessica. Sex it up. Love and affection-what were they? Ted had destroyed the feeling I had for him. I didn't have to get half-drunk to enjoy a screw in a front seat, did I? The titties I had developed for my husband had opened the gate, made me popular.
Carl had had it in me once before-why was this time any different? I could keep thinking about Ed while I had my fun....
"How would you like to have a little party with just Dee and myself?" he asked slyly. I lifted so he could remove my panties.
"I think I'd sort of love that, honey," I answered. Somehow, though, I wasn't as excited as I had been earlier. I wouldn't be a prick teaser, however. I wanted a man up inside, didn't I?
A threesome would be next, of course. These people were after new thrills and enticements. Dirty movies, dirty jokes, Lesbian antics, and a high disregard for squares. Where was it all leading?
He draped my panties on the steering wheel, seeming to gain some pleasure from his exhibit. A hep chick had easy-off briefs, didn't she? One of my new pairs of fancy-panties, pink and lacy.
Now was the time. I was even hoping for some kind of interruption. But the parking place was quiet, secluded.
I swung over him, spreading my legs.
"Great view!" he said, his hands on my hips, under my drawn-back skirt. I had trouble placing my knees, and I realized he knew how green I was. Men liked to see a girl's legs wide apart. I was becoming too conscious of details, the triumphant smirk on his handsome face, his ego swelled by his conquest.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and started lowering my hips. I felt his big shaft on my thighs, and he helped me find the mark.
"Uhhhh!" he muttered, as I settled down. There was no magic, just a burning contact, a spreading to receive him. Well, he had worked me up to this, he had given me a nice quickie, and now it was his turn. We were so snug it almost hurt....
"Ohhh!" I said, shivering. I did need it! Wasn't this better than sneaking in the bathroom alone or letting Shelley fondle me?
He raised up, driving deep. His lips took a peaked-out nipple. I made little minor adjustments, and then I began to swing my bottom. Delicious tremors shot along my thighs and through my loins. I had come out here for sex and now I was getting it!
"That better-now?" I managed, wanting to prove how knowing I was.
"Great, great-but slowdown, sugar...."
He gripped my hips with his hands, wanting to prolong the thrall. A good front-seat mechanic did that, of course. Make it last. My breasts swelled, turning firm with passion. Bounce, bounce-pause. Wiggle now, swing it around, give him a good show.
It isn't the way it was with Edward, I thought, dizzily. Forget him! I may never see him again.
"Now, work me over, baby," he breathed, against my breasts, his grip on my bottom easing. "Work me up to a good one!"
I caught the mood; I had watched Dee bounce around on top of my husband, drawing out, rotating, teasing ... The shy country girl was learning the city ways. I panted and bobbed, and during the pauses I arched my breasts out and told him how good he was.
"I think you'll want some of this again, won't you, big man? Like this-and this-? Ohhh-it's getting better ... better...."
I couldn't talk any more. I was involved in my demonstration. I'd give him something he could tell the boys about-the hot young wife next door who wasn't getting enough at home. And when I had my climax I would dream about Edward.
I bounced and shimmied; I made the pauses longer and longer. I panted and dug my fingers in his shoulders; I weaved my breasts in his face. Finally, I felt the tensing of his passion, the heavier breathing. The sharp stings of pleasure ran along my thighs ... an accumulation of long yearning for penetration, a bunching of nerves for the next come.
He moaned. His body jerked and he pushed up. I gave him a flurry of swift strokes and then the throb and gush of his climax drew a series of sexy spasms from my-cove. I pounded and pounded! The car shook. I cried out-but the image of Edward couldn't emerge. The sweet beats of finality ended too soon, and the reaction was a kind of dull ache within, a fading away....
I stroked until he sagged back in the seat and then I swung away, dropping down in the seat, tired and just a little disgusted with myself. I found paper tissues in the glove compartment.
When I came through the front door Ted was pretending to be immersed in the evening paper. It was five-thirty, and I hadn't made one move to prepare the dinner. I felt rumpled and I looked it. I needed a shower.
"Having more fun?" Ted asked, dropping the paper.
"Well, of course, darling! Isn't that the name of the game?"
He flushed, his mouth twisting. "Who was it?"
"Oh-I met a great big guy down at the shopping center.-We drove out in the brush and had a real wild time of it! How are you and Rosemarie making out?"
He turned pale. "She's got herself a new flame, darling! I got my notice...."
I should have felt worse than I did. "Is that how you moved up so fast, Ted. Playing with the boss?"
He jumped to his feet. "Like heH! lean get a better job ... I've had some offers from the competition...."
I swung away, walking toward the bathroom. "Well, it's your big problem, sweet I I'd just as soon go back to Layton, anyway."
"Sure. Small-town stuff!" he said, mockingly. "Well, I'm sticking around Portland."
I turned. I felt leaden inside. Everything was falling apart, my marriage, my home.
"Well, I think I'll go home," I said, my voice choked.
"Back to Mama, huh?"
"Not necessarily. But I'm sick of things around here!"
"Go and be damned!" he shouted, hurling the paper on the floor.
I had to give him one parting shot. "Well, I learned how to be a swinger, anyway, darling! There are lots of guys around the old home town who can give me my thrills."
I slammed into the bathroom. Tears welled up in my eyes-tears of anger and frustration, disappointment. I knew I should have added that there were a lot of girls around Layton, too....
By mid-afternoon on Thursday I had my suitcases all packed. Ted had left at his usual time; he would finish up his two-week notice. We hadn't spoken ten words since the night before. Home to Mama. The words stung, all right. I had failed as a wife, I was cutting out.
Well, I could get a job in Layton, reestablish old friendships. I could hook plenty of dates. Young, breasty divorcees were always in demand! I hated to admit defeat, but there was no other name for it.
How would I let Edward know where I was? He was in Seattle by now, at the clinic. Unless all he had told me had been a pack of lies....
How had things gotten so messed up? My throat was tight with grief as I went to the phone to call a cab. Down to the Greyhound depot, then a ticket for home ... I had enough money in my purse to last a few days. I could write a check on our joint account, but Ted would probably circumvent that. I wanted nothing more from him!
Before I lifted the receiver, the phone rang. My heart leaped. Edward had promised to call....
Breathlessly, hoping wildly, I lifted the instrument and breathed "Hello."
"Jan-is that you?"
It was Edward. I felt dizzy and I dropped into a chair. My hands were shaky. My nerves were a mess. "Y-yes!" I answered.
"Good news, darling!" he said, his voice tremulous with emotion.
Oh, this is too good to be true! I thought.
"What is-it, darling?" I answered, my throat so tight I could hardly speak.
"That tumor isn't malignant! Those men up at Virginia Mason really know their stuff! They were able to probe without operating-and in a month or so I go back for a small operation. How about that?"
"Ohhh-I'm so glad for you!"
"Look, darling. I'm downtown, at my hotel. Dit you really mean itabout-leaving your husband?"
"I was just leaving when you called. "I'm all packed."
"Damn!" he exclaimed. He was overjoyed. "I realize this is tough on you-But I'd like to drive out and pick you up. If your husband's there-
"He isn't," I broke in. "Oh, hurry, Edward. Hurry!"
I dropped the receiver and ran to the bathroom to freshen my make-up. I had put on a rather plain frock, for traveling; all day I had felt myself slipping back into my old role, but suddenly I was reborn. My eyes in the bathroom mirror sparkled; my breasts seemed to swell in my bra. I tightened the little belt at my waist. I put on more lipstick and eye-shadow and brushed my hair again. Being around Shelley and Carl had made me realize how much I needed someone to care, to really be concerned about me.
They wanted mefor thrills. And I hadn't done much backing away....
Can I please Edward, as I did before? Am I tainted with girl-touches and Carl's penis?
It seemed an eternity before I heard his car pull into the driveway. I had never been so excited, and at the same time so uncertain, in all my life! I loved him, I knew it now. And if I kept on doing so I could lick my immediate past, my plunge into illicit abandon....
At least I hoped so with all my heart.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I was standing beside Edward's Pontiac, while he put my suitcases in the trunk. Just seeing him was enough to make my day bright, make me fluttery inside. The shadow behind his eyes was gone; he had a new lease on living, and it showed in every move, every glance he gave me.
He hadn't lied to me, after all. He had meant every word of what he had said. He was starting toward me, to open the door, when I glanced around and saw Dee approaching. She wore snuggies and a tight blouse, as usual. Her red hair caught the sunlight, but it made her face look a little hard.
"Well, where are you going, honey?" Dee said, wiggling nearer. Her tone was edged with sarcasm. It was evident that I wasn't going shopping!
"I'm leaving," I said.
Her green eyes fastened on Edward, who now stood beside me. "Haven't I seen you somewhere, big and handsome?"
Why was she butting in? What I did was my own business.
"I'm not sure," Edward answered, politely. "Come on, Jan."
I turned to step into the front seat of the car.
"An old friend of the family, I suppose?" Dee said, cattily. "Helping a damsel in distress?"
I hated her, then. "Tend to your own knitting!" I flared.
"Oh, it's like that, is it? Leaving your hubby!" Her lips curled and she looked at Edward, who was circling the car. "You're not getting much, big man! She's a square from squaresville."
He didn't answer. He opened the door on his side and moved lithely under the wheel. Ignoring her seemed to make Dee even angrier. She leaned down and looked into the front seat.
"Have you told him all you've been doing lately, Jan?" she spouted. "The little games we've been playing?"
I wanted to sink through the floor of the car. The bitch! She hated to see me go; she was jealous. And I was sure Edward realized what had happened between Dee and myself.
He started the motor. "I had you sized up when you came out of the house," Edward said, curtly. He pressed on the accelerator and the car shot away, down the street. I didn't look back. I huddled in the corner of the seat, my face hot with shame....
I felt degraded, unclean. Lesbian wasn't a nice word, any time.
"Maybe you-don't want me, now, Edward...."
His hand touched my shoulder. "Jan, she's no good. I heard your husband talking about her, at the office. Making cracks, the usual garbage ... Dames like that prey on other girls. They're slick and clever." His fingers tightened. "Try to forget it, darling ... nothing's changed between us!"
Oh, I hope not, I thought miserably. I hope I've done the right thing. And why did she have to come out and try to spoil it? I never want to see her again!
I sat up straight in the seat, finally. I was so overcome with mixed feelings and emotions I began to bawl. Suddenly Edward was holding me with his strong right arm, squeezing me, and I sobbed on his shoulder. I was a mess. I had planned to be so chic and attractive, so modern about the whole business. Evidently I was still a small-town girl at heart, and nothing would ever quite change that-not even a large pair of titties!
After he picked up his things at his hotel, he drove out of Portland, toward the coast. I didn't care where we went, as long as the comfort of his nearness continued. At Westport he stopped at a big motel and picked out a suite that faced the Columbia river. We Were together now. I had made the big jump-but could I be the woman I had been before? How long would the jolt of leaving, of tearing up roots, remain in my being?
It all seemed just a bit too good to be true. Ted might balk at a divorce. But no matter what happened, I would never go back to him. Never. That part of my life was finished.
"Cheer up, darling!" Edward said, ushering me into the motel quarters. I didn't know what he had written on the register; I didn't care. He had stopped a while at Rainier and I had repaired the damage my tears had caused to my make-up. We had had a highball in a little roadside bar. That had helped my nerves.
"I'm sorry," I said, turning to face him. He had given me a few light kisses, some comforting squeezes, while we had traveled along, but I knew he wanted something better, now. He deserved it!
His arms went tightly and possessively around me. He brushed his mouth across my parted, eager lips.
"You don't know what this means to me, Jan," he whispered, his voice shaky with emotion. "Getting you-and a new life, all together!"
"I need someone, too, darling!"
I didn't have to visualize him any more-he was right here, live and in color! I pressed my body as close to his as I could; I opened my lips and accepted the candied plunge of his tongue, big and bold. He squeezed so hard I thought my ribs were going to crack, but I loved it, loved it.
There was nastiness ahead-getting a divorce, probably having to face my errant husband again. I could bear it as long as I had Edward to lean on, to care. The rich tide of pleasure he had brought me before seemed to blossom and unfold; I clung to him, shivering and aware of the tears in my eyes.
He bladed the hot recess of my mouth in a new, sparkly way. I could have just stood there for hours, soaking up the nearness of him-but we had things to do....
His tongue retreated, and he murmured. "I'm going into town for a few things, sweet. I'll be back soon. How do you want to spend this evening?"
I giggled. "In bed!"
His hands squeezed my-waist. "I know! We'll have to eat something, and I want to entertain you. What's your wish?"
I remembered something I had dreamed about so many times, a kind of echo from my unpopular years, during high school days and after.
"Would I be acting silly if I suggested an outdoor theater?"
He laughed. "Hell, no!"
I recalled how I had taken the folks' car and gone to the big Layton drive-in theater, alone. I knew where the boys and girls my age liked to park-far in the rear, where it was very dark. After they were all settled I would drive nearby, and watch....
I had been so lonely, so hungry for a date. The necking I saw, the giggles that came from the shadowy front seats, the disappearance of their heads, as they slipped into the back, had always aroused a frantic need. I would open my blouse and wish I had larger titties, and then my hand would go down under my skirt-and some evenings I would have three or four orgasms....
Ted had never taken me to an outdoor movie; he considered them ridiculous. So that wish, that yearning, had been inside me for too many years. Now I had a real date, a grown man who understood what a healthy girl needed!
"I keep forgetting that you're a lot younger than me," he said, his eyes going over my face, searchingly, adoringly.
"I'll try to be all the woman you'll ever want, darling," I whispered. "And I'm glad you're older. I hope it won't matter."
"Just keep on being yourself, Jan. That's all I need."
When he was gone, I unpacked the suitcases and took a shower and fixed myself up the best I knew how. I was so excited I had trouble getting my makeup on right, but of course I donned my filmiest fancy panties and a very thin, front-opening bra! The temperature still ranged up in the high seventies, so I didn't wear nylons. My skirt was my shortest, and I bypassed a slip entirely. A button-down-the-front blouse, with a frill of lace at the low neckline, was a must! And my best cologne, naturally!
Now, if I could push the immediate past out of my being-Carl and Shelley and Dee ... The redhead would tell Ted all about it, but neither one of them would know where I was. Let them have their swapping and Lesbian antics. Even the experience with Carl had proved something. I craved manly attentions. I had thought that my husband had been the right man, but he had turned into a kind of half-man, weak, spineless.
He had worked up in NuPlastics by playing house with the boss, and now he had lost his job; Rosemarie had found a new playboy. Dee couldbounce around on him all she wished!
Edward and I had dinner in a cafe near the motel, but I was too excited to eat much. His warm glances, the touch of his hands, the mounting anticipation of what lay ahead, made my hands tremble, mybreasts tighten in my bra.
"I found a good outdoor theater," he said, teasingly, as we had our coffee.
"You were gone quite a while," I answered.
"I found a few other things, too," he said, mysteriously.
My knees touched his under the table. "I can hardly wait," I said, smiling my best smile.
"You're beautiful, Jan," he murmured, his eyes caressing me, and when he glanced down at the V of my blouse I felt like singing!
"I used to be considered a very plain Jane," I said.
"Not any more, sweet!"
Dusk was gathering when he drove through the ticket-gate of the drive-in theater. I didn't even care what the show was! A double-feature, of course. No huge crowd was gathering. He tooled his Pontiac to a rear row of speakers, so no one could park behind us. The nearest car was a convertible containing a young blonde girl and a dark-headed youth. I wouldn't have to be envious of other gals any longer. I had a big manly date, and we had hours to cuddle and whisper and play around....
He cut the lights and scooted the front seat back as far as it would go. His right arm went comfortingly around my shoulders. Feathery tingles were already running along my thighs, and I didn't try to tug my shortie skirt forward. I wanted him to see my legs, everything he wished.
"Does this seem too kiddish for you, honey?" I murmured, sliding over against him.
"Stop thinking like that," he murmured, breathing on my neck. "I want you to relax and enjoy yourself-understand?"
I sighed happily. "Whatever you say, darling!"
The evening was full of exquisite promise; Dee's ugly innuendos were fading in my thoughts.
Now, if I can be as desirable and passionate as I was that other time, if I can forget what a slut I was, I think I can make him a good wife. I never did really want to give in to a girl, but I was so hungry for loving....
The big screen filled with light. The first show would be a John Wayne western. What did it matter? His arm tightened and I snuggled in close. I let my legs drift apart, and I saw his eyes swerve in that direction.
"You're not wearing much, are you sweetheart?" he whispered.
I giggled. "Well, of course not!"
His laugh was intimate, making me shiver. The blonde and the dark-headed youth were already necking. "I think I'll move around on the other side of you," he said, lightly.
"Might be handier," I answered, trembling. Oh, how I wanted his hands on me! Maybe we should have gone straight to the motel ... but this would be a wonderful preliminary. I needed oceans of attention.
A moment later he was in on my right, the door closed again. It didn't take me long to turn the other way! The move drew my skirt back even further. His left arm went around my shoulders, and now his right hand was free to wander. I melted against him, quaking from head to toe. That delicious all-over warmth was building inside me. He kissed me below the ear and whispered.
"I'm going to do a little exploring, Jan...."
"I won't scream or fight you off, darling."
He laughed. He had turned the volume down on the speaker; the voices came just faintly. The background music was smooth; the plot of the movie had hardly developed. The window on his side was rolled down; a cozy seductive atmosphere prevailed. Just what I wanted.
He nipped my ear-lobe with his teeth and his hand lifted to my blouse. I arched my breasts forward; I was aching for his caresses. A finger dropped into the cleft between my titties, and the sweet thrills began.
As he unbuttoned my blouse I felt my nipples tingle and expand delectably.
"Ohhh-just play with them-a whole lot, darling!" I whispered, squeezing his leg with my fingers. A little boldness would show him how much I cared.
His lips traveled excitingly along my cheek, and suddenly our mouths met. Rich waves of need flooded my being; his tongue swept inward; he cradled first one breast and then the other, gently, surely. A delicious, cloying heat communicated from his mouth to my trembly lips. I widened the spread of my thighs, my hips already restless! How could I bear to wait out a double feature? Surely he wouldn't care if I had a little climax or two! My panties were simply on fire! All the tensions of the day seemed to melt and make my thrall even more delicious.
His tongue went in and out, in and out, bathing my nerves with honey. I ran the fingers of my left hand through his thick, dark hair. My joy just kept climbing, soaring in achy stages-I wanted my breasts out, bare and hot in his hand, and suddenly my wish was granted. My little bra came apart. My titties swelled and firmed; my nipples seemed ready to burst with desire....
He cupped and teased and tickled. His mouth lifted.
"Ohhh-honey!" I moaned. Heavenly little twinges in my loins, shooting up to my nipples, told me I was beginning already!
"You sweet thing, you!" he breathed, and then he was kissing my throat and his hand went down to my skirt, underneath it, in on my silky-hot thighs. I was wet with my need. I squirmed and shivered. His lips traveled excitingly lower, and when he cupped my crotch with his hand and covered a spiked nipple with his lips, the sensuous waves reached a new high of intensity.
"Ohhh-darling!" I cried, softly. "Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh-I'm-I'm-going off."
He squeezed me tight and I bucked and panted and then the little tight jerks of rapture pounded through my body so furiously I was lost in a haze of quirty spasms that filled the awful vacuum in my being, in the secret places of my girlish yearning....
A few moments later I drifted up out of my rosy, throbby spell. His hand still claimed my femininity, his lips were close to my still tingly nipples.
"I-didn't mean to do that-so soon!" I murmured.
"Sweet, I'm glad you did! Pleasing you gives me a big chest, you know...."
I shivered, the flow of my need continuing, the sweet glow he had built up remaining. It was like that other time with him, only better. The guilt was gone, and the uncertainties I had imagined about my ability to respond to him, were flying out the window. What I had experienced with Dee and Shelley was weak tea indeed compared to this. I didn't have to try as I had with Carl, either. Edward just made me vibrantly alive without even half-trying.
I didn't have to spout a lot of dirty words or try to act hep. This rich feeling of belonging to someone, of being held by a man I could admire, was what I had craved ever since I had first started thinking about boys and sex. Ted was weak; he had wanted me to take over, and I wasn't really that kind of girl; yielding was so much more fun. I had been green and inexperienced, and my husband hadn't shown me the way. I had tried to learn from others.
Well, I had finally found a man. And oh, how I looked forward to more of his caresses!
CHAPTER TWELVE
On returning from the theater restroom, I found Edward in the rear seat! I laughed and opened the door and slipped over beside him.
"Shame on you!" I said, recalling the times I had seen just such a thing happen when I had gone to outdoor movies, alone.
"You make me feel years younger, Jan!"
I snuggled up. I had refastened my clothes, of course; it would be thrilling to have him loosen them again. I was quite sure he intended to! When I had passed the convertible, on the way to the toilet to freshen up, I had noticed that the young blonde girl was practically sitting in her boy friend's lap. In fact, I could have sworn, from the position of her bottom, that they almost connected....
What happened in other darkened cars didn't interest me so much any more, though. I didn't have to envious. I had curves that Edward loved to caress, and he could do as much of that as he liked. Ellis Heights seemed a thousand miles away.
"I want you to act real young tonight, and all the time," I said, squirming closer.
His right hand again claimed the bulges of my blouse, and he breathed on my throat. "Still want to see all of this double-feature, sweet?"
I had to giggle. "Why don't we have our own double-feature-here?"
"You're a vixen!"
I whispered into his lips. "You haven't even taken my panties off-yet...." I pressed his leg, wanting to be a little bolder-and before long maybe I would. "But I don't want to be too rough on you, darling."
"Don't worry your pretty head about that. You can't realize what this means to me-having a girl so young and passionate and likable."
My blouse was open again. I drew my right leg upward and rested it on the seat in front of us. My skirt was all the way back, of course.
"Tell me more, honey," I murmured.
My bra came apart. My itchy breasts surged out, into his toying fingers. He cradled them tenderly. The movie was entirely forgotten. Even a flurry of gunshots didn't distract me.
"Did you know you have a very sexy wiggle when you walk?" he whispered.
"No!" I said. But girls are tricky. During my exercise sessions I had worked on the proper way to twitch my bottom ... I was developing my titties so I would be sexier, so I hadn't ignored my hips and waist, either. "I love to hear you say it, though," I finished, modestly.
"But I really go for these," he murmured, caressing my breasts with great finesse.
My nipples were sharpening again, delectably. Enough neon-glow filtered into the back seat so he could see my legs, and I wanted him to. My miniskirt was pushed up, my thighs were apart. I had never felt so flirty and reckless-with anyone. I nuzzled his neck and whispered.
"Aren't you going to take my panties off this time?"
He laughed, softly. "You're an imp!"
"I want to be as desirable as possible, darling."
"Hell, you are!" He drew my hand over to his trousers. I wanted that, very much. I shaped his bulged and found his zipper. I was shivering all over again; my first little orgasm hadn't satisfied me, at all! I ran the zipper down, reaching inside....
He trembled. I eased his shaft out, and the hot touch of him on my hand sent flurries of need up my arm to my breasts. They seemed to be even larger then before; and they were certainly more sensitive! The hours I had put in, working on them, were paying rich, shivery dividends. And ohh, how big he was!
The impulse I had experienced with Carl became an overwhelming obsession. I leaned my head down and kissed him, lovingly. What a riot of sensations went through me! Especially when his hand left my breasts momentarily and drifted to my opened thighs, teasing along the soft inner planes, playing until he was again on my panty-clad vee.
His tremors, the pressure of his hand on me, told me how much he enjoyed my intimate kisses. When I lifted my head I was in a cloud of enchantment.
"Would you like the same, darling?" he whispered.
"Ohhh-yes!" I cried, trembling. Gently he began easing my panties away. I helped him, of course! But he didn't rush; his hands touched and caressed, all along my itchy thighs, around on my bottom. He knew all the zones of excitement. I didn't care where he had learned this, but a man of thirty-five was expected to know how to make a girl respond....
He guided me into a corner of the seat, in a half-sitting position, and he went to his knees, his big hands cupping my bottom, while I drew my thighs apart, waiting and waiting for the first touch of a man's lips on my clitoris.
Shelley had been clever, but the onus of wrongness had robbed me of complete relaxation, of full enjoyment. I could tell this was going to be pure heaven, and then suddenly he was moving into claim the fount of my desire. He lifted me a little, I laced my fingers in his hair, and then-Dainty little shivers of joy rampaged through my loins. The sweet stab of his tongue fulfilled a wish I had carried with me for too many long, lonely years. My breasts swelled; in the dim light I could see them jutting out, way out. At each heavenly caress my mounds throbbed; my nipples were taut points of achy delight.
Slowly he favored me with his skill. Jerky stabs of rapture, delectable quivers, away up inside me, seemed to awaken totally new areas of sensitivity! Nothing had ever been so wonderful-nothing! This was an answer to a yearning I had experienced with my husband, and it had gone unanswered.
I was dimly aware that John Wayne had the heroine in his arms, and their mouths were together. She didn't know what real thrills were! The sweet bunchings and tensings, as my clitoris responded, brought soft cries from my lips....
But right when I thought I was tumbling over, he held me, pausing, prolonging the heaven. But there was no hurry, none at all! I was in a state of pure enchantment, dangling so close, so wonderfully near finality, and the tingles just went on and on and on.
Rich, sexy visions scampered through my mind. I would wear sheer nighties for him, I would parade my charms in front of him, I would be on top when he wanted me to, I would be on the side or bent over a chair or any way....
A girl just had to have this-and this-and ohhh-so much of that!
The scene changed, and the heroine was in her boudoir, wearing a filmy wrapper....
Finally the tiny bunchings and squirts of delight grew more intense. I was rising on the soft cloud of pleasure again-again-and then I couldn't hold back any longer. Just a bit more....
I cried out, fiercely. The spasm rocked me from one end to the other. I exploded, literally! My little gun just went bang, bang, bang. I tossed and heaved and the fury of my climax hurled me into a thrall I had never, never known before.
The delectable shivers of relief, the balm of aftermath, as he continued to give me all the pleasure I could possibly imagine, bathed me with softfingers, gentle waves of erotic completeness.
"Ohhh, darling!" I breathed. "I-almost fainted!"
He patted me and kissed my thighs and drew away sliding up beside me, into my eager embrace. We lay there together, close and sure, while the background music lulled, and the light touch of his lips on my nipples assured me that the evening was just beginning!
"You're a very wonderful young creature, Jan."
"Ohhh-Edward, I just love you, love you!" He sighed. "How is John Wayne making out, honey?"
I giggled and arched my breasts out for his attentions. "Not as well as I am, you can bet!"
"Your breasts are better than hers."
"Shame on you-how do you know?"
"I have eyes, darling ... Are we going to watch the second feature?"
I reached down and touched his rigid cock. I giggled, squeezing. I whispered. "Honey, I think I would rather be on a bed when you give me-this...."
"Putting me off, are you?" he teased.
"Oh, I wouldn't! I'd love to sit in your lap...."
His laugh was infectuous. Oh, it was good to be wanted, to be held and cuddled by a real man. I wiggled closer. I was burning to have him in, have him totally. He had lifted me to a new plateau of awareness and sensitivity; I was sure now I could please him as a girl should! He was washing away all the previous dirtiness: the Lesbian acts, the swapping.
I swung boldly into his lap, facing him. I spread out, bracing my knees on the edge of the seat. I didn't care to watch the movie any longer, not that I had given it much attention, anyway.
"You adorable little devil, you!" he breathed, his hands on my bottom, lifting me, centering me....
His bigness touched my eager vee, and then the wonderful spreading of my labia wiped away the surroundings, the recent ugly past, the doubts that had lingered in my mind. I was all girl, his girl!
"Ohhh!" I cried, as I settled snugly around him.
Already the luscious little tightenings were starting. His lips on my nipples sent curls of delight throughout my being. He was up inside me so far. He was even bigger than he had been that first time, in the motel. I was filled as I had never been filled!
We're such a good fit, I thought, dreamily.
I lifted slowly and came down, again. My joy quickened, my titties throbbed. He drew a whole breast-point into his mouth, and the rich shivers in my depths, along my vagina, became so enthralling I had to cry out.
"Ohhh-honey!"
His hands fluttered over my bottom, along my thighs. Each little stab of pleasure, of mounting tension, gave me assurance. He was building me up to a fantastic level of awareness. I was all girl, his girl. I tightened my thighs, and more deep, sweet shivers, involuntary little naunces of sheer ambrosia, brought another sound from my throat.
"Ohhh-don't ever stop, darling!"
I rested there a moment, savoring every golden second of it. Each wild pound of my heart sent flutters of rapture through my pelvis. His mouth fastened on my other breast, his tongue coiled around my swollen nipple.
Then, carefully, I began to weave and rotate my bottom. His hands came away, giving me complete freedom. The sugar-coated sensations grew more delectable. I panted and squirmed and made him know he had a real hot girl in his lap. Every nerve in my being was alive to him, and each deep thrusting, each little pause, while we felt the tension mount, was a fulfillment of my fondest dreams.
I was going to make it, now-I knew it, and my newborn confidence enriched the dainty tremors that seized me every time I swung up, and down-and up and down-and up, and down-and ohhh-I was starting, ever so slowly.
Sweet claspings ... erotic slidings ... girlish flutters ... the swell of him at the very door of my womb....
And suddenly I went wild. I was racing uphill, panting and heaving, with gusty abandon, pound, pound, pound. Honey seemed to pour from my rigid nipples. My fingers dug into his shoulders, my hips tossed frantically, as every nerve in my body tensed for the heaven I knew was coming!
I shuddered and moaned and my breasts heaved; just a little longer, a few more luscious strokings, hanging there in breathless expectancy ... and finally it happened!
He pushed up, his big hands gripped me, and then I shouted. It was ultimate sensation, the bursting of my passion, the answer to all my frantic needs. Swift stabs of heaven tore through my body. Pound, pound, pound-throb, throb, throb....
I know I cried out again. The waves of throbby enchantment went on and on and on!
At last, when I went limp in his arms, knowing I had tasted a bright new kind of heaven, as the dainty shivers of completion ripped at my loins, I knew I could do it and do it and do it some more.
He had held. He was going to be big and hard and stiff as long as I was able to enjoy it!
And later on, perhaps at the motel, I would have that most exquisite sensation of all-the swell of his shaft, the spurts of his manhood, right up where I needed them. And I wanted my womb to open and take in all he had to offer....
The flat-chested girl who never got any dates, the lonely outsider who had grabbed at the first man who had come along, had a whole lot of wonderful catching up to do!
"Darling, I think you startled those people in the convertible," he murmured, cuddling my breasts.
"Did I yell that loud, honey?"
"Yes, and when you feel that way again, shout as loud as you want to!"
"Ohhh-I will, will!"
I was dreamy with joy. I snuggled and whispered in his ear. "Thanks for turning me into a woman, darling. I didn't really know what love could be-until now...."
"I haven't even started yet," he answered, intimately.
"You awful thing, you! I can hardly wait...."
He chuckled. "I have something else for you, too-when you take those rings off your finger."
I knew what he meant, and I hugged him and kissed him and swung up over him for the next lovely double feature.
