Some say the ills of modern American life are caused by advancing technology, and among other prime targets, television is called the greatest monster of all. It is claimed that the so-called boob-tube de-personalized effective communications and thereby hinders the growth of human contact. It leaves people with nothing more than vicarious associations, and so, they suggest, when people do come together, only negative reactions result.
Negative inter-action and the inability to communicate are presumed to be the catalysts behind the disintegration of normal family life. However, it might be more correct to say that technology gives people an appetite for more meaningful relationships. If television starves the mind of communicative skills, then should not the human spirit seek to satisfy its hunger?
In the business world, technology has pushed people together. Jobs in the manufacturing industries have long been on the decline, while the majority of positions today are found in the predominant service industries. More and more people work in positions that require continuous personal contact with the public. Is it difficult or unwarranted, therefore, to assume that individuals play off of one another, and in so doing effect and change each others lives?
On this premise, Phillip Taylor has written a telling story of a modern American phenomenon. While Hubby Watches is about swinging, or perhaps more properly stated, the inter-action and communication practiced by married couples with similar sexual appetites.
What makes this novel different from the many written on the subject is the choice of characters Mr. Taylor has exposed. With marked subtlety, he had delved beneath the surface relationships to throw light on the mysterious forces that bring about such interplay. Bill Cole is an insurance adjuster; a profession that requires personal contact with all elements of society. Harlan Thompson works in that de-humanizing land of television. In bringing these men and their wives together, the author provides the necessary catalyst for exposing a growing phenomenon.
Too often the actions of people are simply defined as bad or good, but in the case of the Coles and Thompsons, the author has probed much deeper. Their actions, we discover, come about because of personal exposure. Their contact with one anothers' life styles sets into motion the creation of a totally different value system for them to live by. Yet, the author unquestioningly proves, they are after all only people. And that, in essence, is what books are about.. .people!
-The Publishers
Chapter One
The dull glow in the eastern sky changed very slowly, like the beginning of a ponderous explosion, muted by heavy darkness. The colors were crystalline and thin, penetrating from beyond the horizon as though no atmosphere was present. It was as if the darkness of space could be seen through the shafts of light, and a transformation was about to take place on the tiny world. ' Dawn.
For an instant the light of a single match dominated the bedroom, and igniting his third cigarette since awakening, Bill Cole again settled back with his thoughts. He was restless as always when he awoke before sunrise, and he propped his pillow against the headboard to make himself more comfortable. Beside him in the bed and peacefully sleeping was his twenty-three year old wife of two years. Her back was to him, blankets pulled up around her neck, but her silky, long blonde hair and the white pillow beneath, caught the half-light that entered the window beyond the foot of the bed. Bill had opened the drapes wide so that the first arch of the yellow sun above the horizon would shine directly on her face.
Time was creeping. Silently taking a long drag on his cigarette then carelessly flipping the ash in the direction of the ashtray, Bill exhaled the smoke like a billowing cloud above his head. His thoughts were on the previous evening, a night like so many others in the past two years. He had been anxious to make love, had approached his wife, Sarah, and had been rebuffed.
At the beginning of their marriage he had tolerated her views. She had been a virgin, and he had assumed it was her inexperience that made her act so detached and tense. Her puritanical ideas had not initially been apparent, but after several attempts to awaken his lifeless doll, it had gradually become clear. Nothing was correct but what was proper, and proper was not Bill's idea of correct sex. Formulas and rules had no place for him, but to be acceptable to his wife sex was done in the dark with a minimum of touching. The missionary position was the only way, and that as infrequently as possible.
With any other woman, he would have decided "cold fish." And that was why Sarah was particularly grating to his nerves. It just wasn't in her character, or appearance for that matter, for her to be frigid. He had not succeeded in warming her, but he knew the potential was there.
At one point he had started blaming himself. He had tried to reason with her, attempted to explain to her how fulfilling and complete the sex act could be, but for that she had rejected his talk as crude and dirty. In fact she had almost convinced him of the notion that sex was not necessary for people in love. That bit of verbal dexterity by his loving wife had once kept him from screwing her for two solid weeks.
If he had married her for money, or she had been repulsive to look at, he might have been able to ignore her Victorian thinking, but neither was the case. Instead, Sarah Cole was the most sexually arousing woman he had ever known in his life. No man in his right mind could pass her by on the street without taking a long lustful look, and Bill was forced to endure her sexuality from up close but without ever really touching her completely. It was infuriating. It kept him in a constant state of aggravation and waking early in the mornings, his cock long and stiff like a rock.
She was a petite blonde, the sort that would make even other women give her a second look.
She had a flowing way of walking that caused the fullness of her hips to undulate in a free manner under her dress. And above her narrow, trim waist, her breasts were large and exquisitely shaped. They too seemed to undulate and shake, suggestively when she walked. Her figure was so well formed, so youthfully firm, that she never wore girdles or anything more than panties, brassiere, and a garter belt... and it showed in her every step.
To see Sarah in a short skirt, to see her bare, shapely legs and full curving thighs, was to imagine what was higher: To think of of her hips encased in sheer white panties and her nakedly rounded buttocks and her blonde pussy hair.
Her face was pretty, with a pert snub nose and full sensuous lips, and her large wide-spaced blue eyes gave her a dreamy look, as if she was constantly ready to go to bed. Bill knew that together he and Sarah made an attractive couple, and he was sure their friends thought he was getting more than his share of loving. But the saying "appearances are deceiving" applied only too well in her case.
Their twin beds were pushed together and covered with a king-sized spread for appearances, but getting across that tiny gap in between was entirely a different matter. Sarah was socially conscious, almost too much so, but her sexual consciousness seemed practically nonexistant. Some late evenings Bill would wait for her to come out of the bathroom where she would change into her baggy nightgown - the worst of them failing to hide her provocatively sensual form - and he would hold her close, pressing against her young body while trying to pull her into bed. But she would ward him off with words about mutual respect while he would look, with a dry mouth, at her taut little nipples protruding against the material of her night gown. And while she talked he would think about taking her in his arms and ripping the damned nightgown off and caressing and feeling her voluptuously naked body underneath him, all lubricious and wiggling, eager to be fucked. But invaribly he ended up on his side of the bed still only wanting to scream, "Fuck your goddamned respect!"
In defense of Sarah, Bill was drunk on their wedding night and - horny, eager, - had been too rough and crude and vulgar. Men had often appeared to Sarah as animals, brutes, unfeeling lechers who wanted nothing more than her curvaceously formed body, and Bill had made her impression seem correct. His subsequent understanding and tolerance simply failed to undo what had already been done.
But on that particular morning, while waiting for the sunrise, Bill was not considering his wife's feelings. Instead he was remembering all the frustrations and rejections he had endured, and the one the previous night had been the final denial he was willing to- accept. As he smoked his cigarette and stared at the distant horizon, his thoughts turned to plans and his desires to action. With the new dawn came the light, and for Bill Cole, came a new determination.
He reached over and put his cigarette out as the first tiny edge of the sun cut into the sky. A brilliant shaft of yellow light entered the window and left its mark across the headboard of their bed, and then it was moving rapidly downward as the full intensity of the sun gradually rose above the horizon. Squinting, Bill stretched his muscular body in anticipation, his cock throbbingly erect from thinking about what he intended to do. Screw her adversion to visible sex! He was going to fuck her and watch his stone-hard cock sawing in and out of her tight little cunt while he did it!
In a moment the rectangular pattern of bright yellow light was hitting his pretty wife directly in the face. She began to stir, the sun's intensity obviously disturbing her sleep. She rolled over, but still her head was bathed in the bright light. And in a moment, Sarah was pulling the blankets up over her head, her eyes blinking awake.
"Oooh! Did I forget to close the drapes ... ?" she said to no one in particular. Her voice was soft and clear, even when first waking. "No," Bill answered casually. "What time is it?" she asked immediately, not really hearing her husband's reply. "Sunrise ..."
"Ohh, darling ... would you mind closing the drapes?" She was trying to hide from the sun and hold onto the last remnants of sleep.
"Yes... I would mind," Bill said to be sure she understood him correctly. He slipped down under the blankets, moving smoothly toward his wife's lushly ripened body. He intended to throw the blankets off later.
"Pleaseee, Bill? Come on ... " She thought he was joking. Sunrise was much too early to be getting up. They could sleep for at least another hour.
"I'm coming, Sarah ..." he whispered as he reached out to touch her. He intended to remove her nightgown if he had to rip it off. Though floorlength, the hem of the gown was bunched up around her knees, and he gripped the material and began to yank it impatiently upward.
"Bill! What are you doing?" She was wide-awake now, her hands instinctively moving to hold her nightgown down.
"I want you ...now!" he answered forcefully, his voice deep and loud. He pulled at her nightgown, raising it up around mid-thigh in spite of her efforts to stop him.
"Bill, please! You want a wife you can respect, don't you? Isn't mutual respect the foundation of a good marriage? Isn't it?" She was struggling, knowing her words were falling on deaf ears. She didn't know what had come over her husband so suddenly.
"No, goddamn it!" He was shouting now. "I'm going to fuck you, and in broad daylight!"
It was his choice of words that frightened her most, as it gave her a funny sensation while at the same time seeming repulsive and vulgar. "Bill, what's the matter with you? You needn't speak to me that way ... pleaseee!" She froze as he was suddenly on top of her, pinning her helpless young form to the bed. There was no longer any doubt that he was serious, and she shook with anger and fear. She had never even been undressed in front of him in the light, and now he was not only removing her nightgown but intent on seducing her too. It was humiliating and vile! She. thought to fight and resist him, but she was more afraid of the possible results such action would bring her. Though horribly embarrassed and steaming mad, she remained still as he suddenly yanked her nightgown up over her head. He was shamefully abusing her, and he would pay for it later!
Bill felt a new sense of power over his wife, a lewd freedom that he had wished for, so her limp protest was easily ignored. His heart pounded, muscles jerking excitedly, and his long thick penis grew harder than he thought possible. He was going to take her his way, and he was going to see it happening for the first time!
Raising up as though to do push-ups, his hands pinning her shoulders violently to the bed, Bill feasted his eyes on Sarah's nakedly sensual body. Her round, full breasts were white and perfectly shaped, and she was breathing deeply so that the pinkish, crown-like tips fell down and rose up to almost brush against the hairs of his chest. For that brief instant, he didn't want to look at her face, as he knew her eyes would reveal an angry coldness. Instead, he glanced down at the soft blonde triangle that covered her pussy mound. His massively erect cock was a scant inch away from the tight little cunt, the tip pointing directly into the soft curls, and he twisted his hips, forcing her inner thighs out wider. Then he drew the blankets away from them with his foot.
-Sunlight!
The golden rays of the early morning sun penetrated between his legs to shine directly on her obscenely exposed pussy, and he could see the narrow slit, the pink flesh surrounded by glistening drops of moisture that clung like dew drops to the soft blonde cuntal hair. And before lowering himself to squirm against her alluring body, he looked into her eyes, but they were tightly shut.
She was his wife. She had an obligation. And suddenly her husband was dominating their relationship. He was being forceful in the pursuit of what he wanted, and Sarah knew she could not resist him. Her arguments were useless now, though they had served her well in the past, and there was oddly no denying his sudden demands had aroused her in a tingling way she had never experienced before. But she was angry, and she could never admit it, nor let Bill see her secret excitement. It was a rude awakening, and she would see no pleasure in it.
Sarah was suddenly aware of a lewd, desperate kind of energy from him, as his hands seemed to move over her naked young body with vibrating quickness. For the moment she had been more concerned with her nakedness, but her breath caught in her throat as his mouth closed hotly over the sensitive tip of one quivering breast. He was consuming her, his arms holding her tightly as his warm, wet tongue rolled around and around the pink flesh of her hardened nipple and his teeth nipped at the spiked-out tip sending thrilling spasms through her tensed body. The obscenely rippling pleasure repulsed her because she thought it should. "Please, Bill... this is wrong ... pleaseeeee!" The aroused young husband was only sampling what he had wanted so long, and the tenderness of her defenseless flesh in his mouth was like the first taste of fulfilled desire. Too many times he had been denied, and now with her warmly curvaceous body in his grasp he was not going to be stopped for anything. He was going to take all of her, hard and fast, ramming his lust-engorged cock into her squirming little belly until she begged and pleaded for his heated sperm to fill her tight hungry cunt.
"NOOOO ... not like this ... Pleaseeee!" she cried vainly as his mouth on her throbbing breast seemed as if it were sucking her inside out. His teeth bit cruelly on the bullet-shaped nipple, leaving tiny impressions as a symbol of his demanding lust. She was pinned helplessly beneath his strong body, making movement difficult, and though she tried, she couldn't twist out from beneath him. Her legs were forced open wide by his knees, her secret parts open and vulnerable to his assault, and she felt the incredible hardness of his throbbing penis against her inner thigh like a hot manacing pole of flesh about to tear her apart. She was afraid to open her eyes, afraid to look upon the lust-crazed monster she envisioned so intent on entering her unwilling body.
Bill ignored her vain cries of protest, refusing to give heed to anything but complete possession of her vibrant young pussy. He was no longer willing to concede to her childish notions of proper sex. He was hoping he could fuck some sense into her, make her realize that it was not just a duty performed surrepitiously in the dark.
Running his hand up between her satin-smooth thighs, Bill felt the silkiness of her pubic hair, and he rammed his fingers down into the soft folds of her warmly pulsating cunt, seeking the tight receptacle for his rigid cock.
The heated flesh was moist, and he parted the narrow slit with his extended middle finger, sliding it smoothly toward the sensitive inner depths.
Sarah tried to clamp her long shapely legs together, wanting nothing but to close off any access to her private-most being, yet he had her straining thighs locked wide apart. A state of hopeless confusion engulfed her mind as she felt his fingers worming up into her naked vagina. They probed into the hair-lined slit, searching like tiny insects over her sensitive opening, but even when his fingers brushed across her budding clitoris, her fear and anger outweighed the bolt of electric-like pleasure that flashed through her body.
Sucking voraciously on her full breast, he continued working his fingers in the warm fleshy softness of her cunt, and he felt her struggling cease as he found the moistly quivering pussy mouth. Without hesitation, he wormed his finger up the narrow opening, feeling the slick walls grab tightly at his sudden unexpected plunge.
"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh . .. Plleeaasseeeeeee!" she cried out at his cruel and debasing assault, but there was something else, something that was making her hold still for it. Perhaps it was his dominance, or her own vulnerability, but there was a hungry gnawing sensation deep in the pit of her belly that told her she was in for some strange new pleasures. His long finger worming up in the depths of her vagina felt oddly exciting, and for the moment at least, she forgot about the fact that her husband wasn't following her rules of proper sex. It was as if his force was permitting her to taste deliciously forbidden fruit, and her obligatory resistance had been attempted and thwarted. She was absolved of any guilt if she then felt some degree of pleasure, even though she thought the act debasing and perverse.
Bill felt even more daring as he sensed his young wife's resistance falling away. Though he hadn't planned it, he raised his head up from her breast and began wiggling down her ripened body, his mouth wetly kissing her warm trembling flesh. He paused at the soft indentation of her navel, running his tongue teasingly around and then dipping it inside before continuing down toward her satiny hips. Her limp protest was replaced by an obvious lewd response to his touch, and he slid down over her until his face was pressed against her smooth white thighs. Though afraid he might disturb her erotic reverie, he slowly pulled his finger from her wetly clasping vagina, then trailed his tongue up her warm inner thigh toward her defenseless little pussy.'
My God! What on earth is he doing? It felt good, too good, and Sarah suddenly realized that he was moving to put his mouth obscenely up against her naked vagina. For an instant, she imagined how it would feel; his tongue, wet and warm, stroking across and around - maybe even inside her sensually dilating passage! The idea of his mouth sucking at her eagerly throbbing clitoris made her flesh tingle with goose-bumps, and for that brief moment she was almost willing to have him do it. His face drew closer and closer, and she could feel his warm breath caressing the moist pink flesh of her vagina, his mouth but inches from the tight elastic opening to her innermost being.
Her splayed-out position gave him completely open access to her vagina, and he forced her legs out wider as he moved his tongue greedily up her inner thigh. When he was close, he paused to stare at the curving mound of desire, and he could see the moist fleshy lips that were covered by a sparse silken shield of blonde pussy hair. The narrow slit dividing the middle was pink, and he could see the hardened bud of her tiny young clitoris throbbing excitedly from his previous manipulation. He reached out with his hand and, extending two fingers, he spread the lips of her pussy wide apart to expose the elastic-tight opening of her cunt to his gaze.
Sarah could feel the hot lust-secretions from her vagina flowing faster, but when his fingers spread, her so obscenely open, she was jolted back to reality, suddenly feeling vile and cheapened by her husband's close examination of her secret flesh. She reacted automatically, sickened by the thought of what she had almost allowed him to do. And another thought entered her mind. If she pennitted him to kiss her nakedly exposed cunt, what was to prevent him from thinking she would do the same disgusting thing to him?
"N-N-Noooooooooooo!"
She struggled to get control of herself, jerking her hips away from his face and twisting onto her smooth stomach. She wanted to hide from him; keep him from looking down upon her like some vile whore.
"Gpddammmmmmmittttt!"
Bill's lust-crazed madness was now replaced with total overwhelming anger. She was rejecting him again; rejecting the most intimate and tender sexual kiss. His cock felt heavily pounding as if it were about to burst from the pressure of his cum churning inside, and he had held off his fucking her only out of consideration. Now he was not only going to fuck her good, but he was intent on debasing her in the process!
Terrified by his sudden anger, the blonde wife didn't resist when her husband jerked her into an animal-like kneeling position. She was still shaken by the strange heat throbbing in her belly, not to mention the depraved act she'd almost let happen, but she was quick to wonder what he intended to do? Her face turned red with embarrassment as she realized her smoothly rounded buttocks were up in the air, open and exposed to his gaze, lust-enraged and it occurred to her that he intended to mount her like a dog! It was degrading and inhuman to be subjected to such an act, she thought, but at the same time she couldn't ignore his anger or the heat burning in her belly. Everything was growing out of proportion in her naive mind. It was all so confusing, she could only sob silently, her face pressed into the mattress.
"I said I was going to fuck you, and dammit, I meant it!" Bill growled. I
He moved up behind her and between her parted inner thighs, forcing her to spread her knees out wider and wider until he had free access to her passion-moistened loins. It was the first time he had ever seen her like that, and he stared down at her helplessly naked body taking in all the details. Her warm-fleshed buttocks looked more enticing than ever, and he remembered how many times he had wanted to pull up her short skirts. Now she was naked, bent obscenely before him like a subservient whore, and the slope of her smooth white back looked like a ski jump, a tiny indentation running down the middle. Her blonde hair was spilling all around her head, hiding her face from his view, but he was sure that she was feeling more than humiliated by her lewd degrading position. At that moment he thought she deserved it, and he ran his hands hungrily down over her back, then under her ribs to cup her full swaying breasts.
Feeling the soft warmth of the large twin mounds, he gave them both a squeeze, and an impatient twitch in his rigid cock reminded him to hurry. Tweaking the nipples at the tips first, he released her breasts to move his hands to her buttocks, and he placed his thumbs into the tight, sloping curve of the shadowy dividing crevice, spreading the melon-shaped cheeks wide apart.
"OOoooohhhhhhh ... Pleassseeeeeee!" Sarah cried, but it was hard to tell if her groan was from fear or sex-hungry desire.
Bill could see the tiny pink orifice of her anus, puckered lewdly in the sunlight, and it excited him to a fever pitch of ungovernable desire. He thrust his hard throbbing cock between her soft inner thighs, feeling that he couldn't possibly wait another minute.
"Put it in! Take my cock and put it in your cunt!" He spit the words at her, wanting Sarah to know that he meant business.
His young blonde wife thought she should scream out, telling him to stop treating her like a whore, but the words he used seemed to make her nakedly pinioned flesh crawl with renewed excitement. The misture of fear, anger and passion made her react immediately to his coarse demand, in spite of having to compromise herself in such a debasing and vile manner. She reached back under her deeply swaying breasts, and groping momentarily, she found his hotly pulsating hardness. Sarah had rarely touched her husband's penis before, and then it had been only when she had no other choice. Now the throbbing stalk of flesh felt as though it was pumping blood through his entire body, and the tip was slightly moistened from his secretion of semen. She tried hard to blank out her mind, to forget what position she was in, but the feel of his virilely heated penis made her belly jerk with strange fascination. It felt bigger than she thought possible; the hard, fleshy column thick and long; the blunt head like a bulbous rubbery fist, and she was hesitant to put it against her helplessly parted vagina. Then she felt his hands squeezing anxiously at her ass-cheeks, and she was reminded just how open and exposed she was to his impatient lust.
"Put my cock in now, damnit! Do it NOW!" he commanded again, the last vestiges of his reserve wearing thin. He was having a hard time keeping from climaxing all over her roundly straining buttocks as she looked so damn sexy in the sunlight. Her fingers wrapped coolly around his thick pulsating shaft as he arched his hips back to help her guide him into her moist vaginal lips.
"Come on! Come on!" He squeezed her soft resilient flesh until his fingers left white circles on her naked skin, reminding her of the humiliating position he had forced her into.
She wanted to cry and moan at the same time, her frustration magnified by wanting to both hit at him and have his long hard cock inside her hungering belly. It was a new and odd sensation to her. Wriggling her buttocks to shift position slightly, she placed the lust-knotted tip of his penis against the soft folds of her wet vaginal opening, and she worked it like a lever to part the hair-lined lips that protected her vulnerable, vainly resisting cunt. When she had the thick head against the tight little opening, she took a deep breath, fearing he would split her in half when he drove forward. Hoping it would help, she kept her grip on his long, thickly distended cock. Unconcerned, Bill suddenly shoved his hips forward, forcing the head of his rigidly excited cock into her quivering vaginal depths.
"Aaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sarah screamed as the hard shaft of flesh plundered into her defenseless little cunt like a terrible fist of steel. She gripped his fleshy pole tightly in her hand, hoping to restrain any further entry, and he did ease off, stopping when the huge blood-filled head of his thick cock was wrapped tightly inside the slick opening of her cuntal passage. She hadn't expected his entry to be so sudden and brutal, and she tensed fearfully in automatic response. But it only made matters worse.
The sensations of her tight vaginal flesh around the angrily throbbing head of his cock made Bill even more anxious to have the full pulsing length buried deep in her belly. He held back for only a second, then shoved his hips hard forward again, plowing further up inside the warmth of her moistly clinging vagina, and the thick, rubbery-like head spread the walls of her cunt like a bulldozer cutting through soft sand. /
"Aaaggghhh . . . Uuuugggggghhhhhhhhh! Nnnoooooo!" she moaned as he drove his lewdly impaling hardness deeper and deeper up into her helpless passage.
He didn't know what possessed him, but the pressure in his lust-inflamed balls had become excruciating. He had to have the full length of his wildly pounding cock in her, and right away! He tried to hold back, wanting to drive in slowly so that she could adjust to the strange new angle, but such restraint took more will power than he had. His excitedly hardened penis throbbed and jerked from the feel of her tigjit, warm cuntal flesh surrounding it, and he felt he would climax before he reached bottom. In her anguish, she released her hold of his long hard maleness, and he was free to lunge totally unimpeded to her warm vaginal depths. Slamming his hips forward with all his pent-up igth, he shoved his invading penis brutally down the length of her acquiescing cuntal sheath with flesh-tearing speed, and he didn't stop until sperm-bloated balls smashed loudly against her defenselessly upturned buttocks.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh, Goddddddddd!" She cried in confused pain as the force of his lunge nearly lifted her clear up off the bed. The dull thud of his groin- slamming flatly into her buttocks was heard even above her frightened shriek, and she felt her face was being driven through the mattress, the impact was so great. His rubbery-like cock-head was pressing hard against the cushiony tip of her cervix, an angry and menacing weapon out to destroy her. He was still for a moment, as if he was considering a reprieve, then after a second he suddenly flexed his long impaling cock and lurched even deeper up into her helplessly squirming belly.
He couldn't wait to give her a chance to adjust to his overpowering size, but instead he immediately began sawing in and out of her tightly clasping passage. The long, hard strokes pounded deep up inside her womb, striking her cervix relentlessly, and she moaned rhythmically in answer. He stared down at her subserviently bent-over form, her naked buttocks wiggling to his driving rhythm, and her smooth back sloping down to the loosely scattered blonde hair of her twisting head. Her lush nakedness was more sensual than he had even imagined in the past months of darkness, and the sight made the rapidly gathering sperm in his balls stir with boiling fire, begging him to hurry and give himself the ultimate physical pleasure.
Never having been entered from that angle, Sarah was horrified by the lancing depth of his penetration, and she thought she had to be split apart. It shocked her to the point of destroying the heated forbidden passion that he had brought out of her body only a few minutes before. She was simply being used as a receptacle for his lust-crazed madness, with no care or feeling or understanding. She was only a vagina to be fucked like any common whore. For the first time in their love-making she had been passionately aroused, and now she felt let down and rejected. She pressed her face into the bed, hoping as usual that he would cum right away and just get it over with.
The excited husband rammed his long stiff cock into the tightly quivering cunt as his overpowering lust completely dominated his reason. He wasn't going to settle for any half-way fuck again! He was going to make her beg and plead for his hot cum; make her cry for him to pump his squirting semen into her belly until she would explode from the sheer pressure of it. He held her hips tightly in each hand as he sawed his jerking thickness deep up inside her hotly liquid cunt. Her pink flesh-rimmed pussy mouth was elastic tight around his blood-engorged cock, and when he shoved deeper up inside her belly, the flesh rolled smoothly inside with his pounding fury. His sperm-laden balls swung forward between her widespread thighs to make loud obscene smacks against the wet folds of her splayed-out cunt where her clitoris quivered responsively. Then, when he retreated, pulling his throbbing hardness out of the clasping pussy until only the head remained snug up inside the tight opening, he held there for only an instant before driving forcefully down the slick, clinging walls of her cunt again. He smacked into her soft warm buttocks so hard that her breasts swayed and quivered incitingly from the impact.
"Ttooooohhhhhhh!" She moaned despite her desire to keep quiet. His steadily hammering penis felt like it was going to go right on past her hot cringing belly and up into her throat, but she couldn't ignore growing the wild ecstatic sensation that came so thrillingly with it. Her generously formed breasts swung forward and back, causing her stiffened nipples to graze tantilizingly across the smooth surface of the sheet, and that multiplied the erotically pulsating pleasure that somehow refused to go away from her belly. She kept telling herself over and over that she was being terribly debased by his crude actions, but her thoughts didn't stop the growing fires in the heated depths of her womb. Her clitoris was like a throbbing demon that wanted to be fed by his swinging balls every time he lunged into her, and the pleasant shocks from it seemed to dash over the clasping walls of her searingly excited cunt, making her feel and live with the swelling hard cock that drove demandingly in and out. His penis was like a vile monster that could only be satisfied devouring by her heated depths and would settle for nothing less. It was anguish and exhilarating excitement fused convulsively together!
She looked back under her full firm breasts to see her nakedly vulnerable cunt being violated by his thick,; wetly glistening cock. He would withdraw unitil only the very tip of him remained inside her splayed-open vagina, and then would smoothly dive back down the slick channel, the iair-lined lips of her cunt clasping around him hungrily until she was completely filled. His ptibic hair was pushing into the narrow crevice of her buttocks with each hard lunge, and she felt a lewd tingling sensation surge to the top of her head. She was being plowed apart by the long hard thrusts of his rigid cock and now, suddenly, she could feel the joy of it building around her slow grinding loins. Feeling the gradual sucking motion around his pistoning shaft, Bill realized that he was beginning to get through to his young wife, and he concentrated hard to keep his boiling hot cum from finally bursting explosively out. He wanted to save every last drop of it until she begged, and yet.he knew that he would have to work rapidly if he was going to last much longer. Slowly at first, her shapely buttocks began to rotate in response to his forward surges, and to test her, he held back once. The undulating cheeks of her ass seemed to jump eagerly backward when he didn't plunge inside again right away, and it so excited him, he started pile-driving in and out with ever-increasing speed. God, her ass had come to life! She was actually fucking him back!
He could see the smooth muscles of her firm, resilient buttocks flexing each time that he withdrew. It was as if she wanted to suck him back inside the hungry depths of her belly. Anxiously he moved his hands over the twin globes, placing his thumbs down into the deep molded crevice that divided them. Then spreading the rounded cheeks wide apart, he saw her tiny, brownish-pink anus puckering and grasping simultaneously with each stroke of his cock in her tight squeezing pussy. Without breaking his rhythm, he worked his fingers down into the narrow hairless valley, and then placed his extended middle finger tip against the puckering hole. Slowly, he began to work it into the tight, elastic-like flesh.
"Oooooohhhhhh .. . God .. . W-what.. . are you doing? Uuuuugggghhhhh!" She grunted helplessly, confused by the strange exotic sensations that slammed through her body. At first she lurched away from the obscene worming finger, but then, oddly aroused, she raised her buttocks up to take the intrusion down into her hot rectal passage. The tightly resisting anal muscle suddenly popped open to let the hard probe enter, and for an instant she felt nothing but searing pain. It was unnatural, lewd and indecent, but she wanted to feel it deep inside her! And he accommodated her forbidden desire by shoving his finger to the first knuckle, her small anal passage gripping it tightly, and as he shoved deeper into her rectum, she became adjusted to the unnatural invasion.
"Oooooooohhhhh Goddd . . . Oooooohhhhh, uuuggghhh!!" She grunted and moaned as the turning and twisting finger drove in to the hilt, and she lurched back against it with obvious delight at the same moment she attempted to absorb more of his warmly throbbing cock. Her loins were suddenly on fire, voraciously hungry with heated desire. His finger plunged down hard in her tight anal passage, until it could go no further; she was being plundered now by two stiff fleshy poles. She thought she might as well act like the way she was being treated, and she raised her buttocks invitingly to his twin assault, taking both his extended middle finger and hard-driving cock deep up inside her grinding loins.
With her finger tip, Bill could feel his long, pistoning cock through the thin wall of flesh that separated the two tightly clasping passages, and he wormed his finger around the hot depths of her rectum, each twist making his naked wife scream a muffled cry into the mattress.
She writhed abandonly, shoving and grinding her buttocks back against the two impaling shafts of pleasure, her tortured backside now an inferno of feverish sexual arousal. She was aware that she was nearing an experience she had never known before. It was like a roaring acceleration toward an unknown combustion point, but whenever she got there, she knew it would be sheer ecstasy. The gushing sighs from within her seemed to pour out uncontrollably, as if it was someone else doing the passionate screaming.
It was more than he could take. Foixthe first time in his marriage he was watching his bursting cock fuck into Sarah's tight young cunt, even his finger ramming into her puckering little anus, and it was better than he had imagined, her naked young body sensual, wild, as he fucked her uninhibitedly in broad daylight. And he had never experienced such total responsiveness in his wife before, as if she was actually wanting him! In spite of his efforts to hold back, he was suddenly insane with the lustful urge for orgasm. His balls felt like they were ballooning out of his bloated scrotum as his surging cum made the maddening dash up the length of his wildly jerking cock. The thick rubbery head of his penis swelled up inside her receiving cunt as he drove it to maximum depth, and his hot sperm burst like a shot from the dilated tip. He was lost then in the incredible sensuality of his erupting climax as the white, hot sperm geysered repeatedly into the base of her quivering belly.
She was enraged! Sarah had wanted finally to reach that ultimate state of sexual pleasure, a point she had only learned that morning to be exasperatingly within her reach, and he was cumming too soon! The liquid fire pumping into her like a hot series of stabbing explosions was pleasure, yes, but she wasn't yet ready for it. His hot sperm wasn't pushing her that extra tantalizing distance she needed to go before she too could feel the erotic heat of her own orgasmic fire. Instead, she was nothing but a receptacle again, a hole for his use and pleasure only, and she felt defeated and deflated and rejected all at once.
Her husband continued hammering into her passion-slick cunt, pounding his groin hard against her naked upturned buttocks as his shooting sperm filled her belly with its hot stickiness. His extended middle finger remained buried deep in her gyrating rectum as he reveled in the climatic pleasures that soared through his body. He wasn't conscious of his wife's displeasure as she hungrily ground her sperm-filled cunt back against his hotly spewing shaft until the last drop of his streaming cum was fired.
When it was over, he collapsed heavily on top of her still feverishly burning body, and she felt even more debased and degraded than she had before. It wasn't just that she had been forced to bend to his will, kneeling down like a bitch-dog while he rammed his big hard penis into her, but it was also the fact that she had become a willing partner in the act, even wanting him eventually to shove his finger into her defenseless anus. It was just too vile and lewd to even think about!
After a moment, Bill, still breathing hard, pulled his finger from her tight anal passage, and then he rolled off her body, his deflating cock making an obscene whooshing noise as it pulled from her cum-filled cunt. He stretched out beside her nakedly unsatiated body, wanting to catch his breath before going at it again. It had been good, but after so many frustrating months, it had been like a foretaste of beginning sexual enjoyment. At that moment, he wanted more of her sensually awakening body and as frequently as possible, for he was convinced that his formerly prudish wife had finally seen the light.
She was still lying face down on the bed, her long blonde hair spilled around her head, her naked back and buttocks white and glowing in the direct sunlight. And he wanted to turn her over, to kiss her hard and deep, feel her proud young breasts pressing into his chest, and then hear her sigh with joy as he fucked her again. He reached out to her, but when his hand made contact with her heaving shoulder, she stiffened like a board.
"You dirty rapist! Don't touch me!" she shouted, and she began to sob into the pillow.
Bill was dumbstruck, jerking his hand back as if he had been about to touch a bare electric wire. But then he sensed his failure, and anger quickly followed his shock. She was still the puritanical bitch.
"For Christ... Shit!" The dozen words he wanted to scream out stuck in his throat as he restrained hiniself from shaking her senseless. Once again he was frustrated, but all he could bring himself to do was to get off the bed. He stormed to the closet, pulling clothes off hangers and out of drawers, then carried them to the bathroom to shave and get dressed. He knew if he stayed in the bedroom, looking at her, he would want to hit her with his fists.
In fifteen minutes he was ready, and without saying a word, he returned to the bedroom to find Sarah still in bed. The covers had been pulled up over her lovely naked body, her face still buried in the pillow. He left the house to go to work.
Sarah didn't move for fear of looking her husband in the eye. She wanted more, the opportunity to know the erotic heights she had almost attained, and such thinking was shamefully vile and wrong. When Bill silently left the house, her belly was still on fire, and she had only succeeded in becoming even angrier with her husband.
Chapter Two
By the time Bill Cole neared his office, the sun was high and the day was showing signs of turning hot. But he was early and already hot, both under the collar and elsewhere. After parking in the insurance building garage and turning off the ignition, he remained in his car for a moment, waiting for his erection to subside.
For the first time in his marriage he had taken the initiative and tasted a brief moment of success, only to then realize that he had really failed. Now he was angry because the near miss had destroyed the one thing that had made him tolerant. He felt he had lost the hope that had kept Mm trying for so long in his imagination, and that hope was gone once he had put his thoughts into action and failed. But he consoled himself thinking he might feel differently once his impatient hominess was forgotten.
Other cars pulling into the garage distracted Bill from his thoughts, and he got out of his car to go up to his office. The claim adjuster's offices were only on the third floor, but the elevator ride was always slow as it stopped for the hordes of button pushers in the main lobby. Then he always had to struggle to get out of the crowded elevator before the doors closed him in for a round trip ride. It was a typical day.
At the end of the hall the adjuster's secretary was holding up a file folder for him.
"Good morning, Mr. Cole," she said in a polished voice that failed to hide her youthful exuberance. She was still new enough to the job that she arrived early.
"Morning, Miss Jensen," Bill answered as his eyes feasted on her lush young body. He took the offered file, and as he walked on to his desk, he idly wondered who in the office was banging Miss Jensen? She was sexy in every way, her body soft and full in the right places, and she dressed to emphasize her sensual features, a practice that had distracted him from his work more than once. She had been there nearly a month, so it was almost certain one of the adjusters was getting into her pants.
As he sat down at his desk and opened the file folder, Bill wondered what kept him from attempting to get it on with Miss Jensen? But he knew the reason without thinking long about it. It was a basic code he had with himself ever since his marriage. He had looked on outside affairs as the sure way of destroying a marriage. But that morning in particular, he was beginning to think his notion foolish. He was not being satisfied at home. Hell, his wife's behavior was inviting him to look elsewhere for sex! It was at least worth considering.
Bill directed his attention to the papers in the file folder. Just imagining Miss Jensen naked was giving him an erection again, and he knew that work would be the only effective distraction. It was his turn to cover the road. The file contained eight collision or comprehensive claims from automobile insured clients. All were instances that required an adjuster's confirmation and settlement. Some of the vehicles were at garages, others at the claimant homes, and in every instance, Bill knew the cars belonged to important policy holders. These were people that held several policies with the company and were therefore given special treatment. It was a distinction among policy holders he was quick to recognize.
Keeping in mind that out of his anger and rush to leave home that he hadn't eaten breakfast, he arranged the claims in a particular order and wrote out a schedule to leave with Miss Jensen. Then making note of the first claimant's address, he slipped the file folder into his briefcase and walked to the secretary's desk.
"Just call the ones that are not at garages," he said to the smiling Miss Jensen. He knew the secretary Miss Jensen replaced would have frowned at his statement, but sexy Miss Jensen only nodded. He decided the first day he was not covering the road he would ask her out to lunch.
He took the elevator back to the garage, and he began the long drive to the first place on his schedule. He had chosen it carefully. It was the residence of a Mrs. H. Thompson, located in a wealthy neighborhood. To keep from becoming bored with a generally routine job, Bill had for a long time been playing a guessing game with his assignments. In the case of Mrs. H. Thompson, he had decided it was the typical situation of the old lady scraping a fender on a pole.
The report in his briefcase told him a lot about the woman, though it contained little personal information. He had to guess about the woman's age and character, but he knew that the car involved was a "Cad" and that the cost of repairs would be excessive. But the woman was also fully covered, without so much as a deductible to pay.
The woman's address told him she was wealthy, and playing percentages, he thought it reasonable to assume the woman was at least middle-aged. A "Cad" was more commonly owned by older people. It was the type of adjustment that irritated him most because while the woman cpuld undoubtedly afford the repairs, she could also afford the best insurance. And with all the other policies she carried, the company would never raise her rate or drop the coverage.
What made Bill pick it as the first place to go that morning was his stomach. He had left in such a hurry from home, he hadn't yet had breakfast or even coffee. And in that type of situation, he knew the old woman would be very anxious to make him happy. He would be offered coffee, rolls, just about anything, because she would also expect him to make a generous settlement. She would want to come out on the claim.
Bill knew by the report that Mrs. H. Thompson's husband was still alive, but he figured him for an executive who would be off to work early. When he pulled up the long circular driveway to the English style home, Bill was therefore surprised to see three cars parked in the large, adjacent garage. Besides the sleek "Cad", there was a sporty Jensen and an Aston
Martin. Not the kind of cars an older couple would own.
Bill drove on up to a large parking area beyond the front entry of the mansion. He had to re-think his approach to the claimants, but by the time he'd walked to the front door, he was settled on his tough and silent method. The idea was to let the claimants do the talking while he looked at them unbelievingly. Then when he made a settlement, the people would have to accept it, their argument having already been made. It was the fastest way of getting his job done, and he now thought he would have to squeeze in time to stop for some food at a restaurant. But when the front door opened in answer to his bell ringing, he completely forgot about all his various approaches.
He was momentarily blinded by a shimmering white image, but a split second later when his eyes adjusted to the reflected sunlight, he saw that he was staring at a tall, voluptuous woman dressed in a clinging, full-length gown. He had been totally unprepared for such an exhilarating sight.
She looked like she had just stepped off a photographer's set where she was modeling dressing gowns, and he would have believed his impression but for her unprofessional, warm smile that radiated sexuality. Her eyes were brilliant pools of darkness, her nose thin and sharp, but it was her full red lips, ovalled in her smile that captured Bill's undivided attention.
"You're from the insurance company," she stated in a soft, almost whispered voice.
"Yes," he replied, still gaping at the image before him.
Her strikingly pretty face was framed by shoulder length raven hair that curled inward around her long tapered neck, and below that was the body that completed the fully sensual picture. The white, floor-length dressing gown had large jeweled buttons running up the front, and the top two were unattached, leaving an expansive view of her deep globular cleavage. Her large breasts were so round and high that he wouldn't have believed them real but for the way her obviously bare nipples pressed against the cloth as if yearning to be free.
;"Do come in, please," she said, and she stood back from the door to let him pass by.
"I'm Bill Cole," he finally said, remembering why he was there.
"Yes, of course ... I'm Mona Thompson, Bill."
The way she spoke made it seem perfectly natural for them to be on a first name basis, even though he was there for professional reasons. Bill waited while she closed the front door behind him, still unable to take his eyes from the lust-inspiring body. The sides of her gown were slit up to her gently curving thighs, and as she moved the tapered length of her shapely legs were revealed to his gaze. Though hidden by the gown, he was quick to imagine her narrow waist and the round, melon shapes of her buttocks. He was becoming aroused all over again.
"Your secretary called just a few minutes ago, and I'm afraid we were just sitting down to breakfast," Mona cooed as she again faced him. "Are you in a terrible hurry, or could you take time to join us?"
Bill- suddenly realized that she had been sizing him up, and he hoped her suggestive smile meant that she was pleased with what she saw and not a response to the way he'd been looking at her. But the mention of food made him stop guessing long enough to answer her. "Thank you, I could use a cup of coffee," he said.
"Wonderful," she replied, and she led the way into the large house.
He had all the time in the world if it meant looking at her, Bill thought, and as he followed her through a tastefully furnished living room, he couldn't help imagining the black curls of soft pubic hair that undoubtedly existed up between her smooth white inner thighs. To look at her clothed in that gown was to inspire such thoughts, and he realized he'd have to watch himself, or his hardening cock would jut out from his pants like a giant pole. She did say we were eating breakfast!
At the far end of the living room they passed t\\xo\i�j\ a portal beyond which a large dining room stretched to the left. Ahead was a balcony, walled at one side and surrounded with exotic plants, and seated at a table there was apparently Mona's husband. As they stepped out into the warm morning air, the tall heavy figure stood up from the table and extended his hand. "Darling, this is Bill from the insurance company," Mona announced.
"Harlan, Bill... Please sit down!" he said giving Bill a bone-crunching handshake.
Bill felt instantly that this was no man to trifle with, and he felt guilty for having such thoughts about Harlan Thompson's wife. Though he was smiling, Bill sensed Harlan was reading Ms mind, as his eyes narrowed the way a lighter's would when moving in for the kill. Bill guessed him to be in his middle thirties, but there wasn't an inch of flab on his muscular body. He was dressed in a dark suit with an open collared patterned shirt, and Bill figured he had to be involved in the entertainment business.
"I hope the earliness of my arrival is not inconveniencing you," Bill said as he sat in the offered chair.
"Not at all. .. There's plenty of food to go around, so don't hesitate to dig in," Harlan said, his voice seeming now friendlier.
Mona leaned across the table to place a fresh cup of coffee in front of Bill, and he had to make a conscious effort to keep from staring down the front of her gown." She was every bit as sexy as Sarah, and more important, Mona made no effort to hide her assets. She was older than his wife, probably early thirties, but he didn't notice the age difference in her physical appearance but in her maturity. And when he thanked her for the coffee, he took a quick glance at the deep enticing space where her gown drooped away from her breasts. In that brief moment he could swear he saw the raised nipples of her breasts.
"I hate to spoil your breakfast witli business, but if you like, I can take care of the formalities now," Bill offered to keep his mind off of sex. Mona was again leaning across the table, this time to place a large plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of him.
"Harlan will have to leave for work, but I have nothing scheduled this morning ... And I don't believe you're the type of insurance man to take advantage of an ignorant woman!" Mona smiled as she sat down opposite Bill. "You can look at the car and settle all that after breakfast, Bill!" she added.
Her look and tone seemed to convey the attitude that life was only fun, and Bill was convinced she felt the same way about sex. "That's fine with me," the young insurance adjuster answered, "To tell you the truth, I haven't eaten breakfast yet... I was planning to stop at a restaurant after settling your claim." He spoke toward Harlan to avoid looking at the provocative woman opposite him.
"You can make up for lost time by skipping the restaurant. We're glad to have your company ..." Harlan said.
Bill was grateful and surprised by their friendliness, and he began eating the breakfast with vigor. Besides being such a looker, Mona was also an excellent cook! He was willing to bet she had a knack for satisfying all of a man's sensual pleasures. Harlan interrupted his thoughts with a question.
"Do you live nearby, Bill?"
"Thousand Oaks," he answered, which by San Fernando ValJey standards was close except economically. It was nothing like a home in the Encino hills.
Harlan seemed to be making small talk as he asked questions about Bill's job, the insurance company offices, and the commuting Bill had to do. He asked if Bill was from the area, and then asking the same about his wife Sarah, the question seemed perfectly natural.
"Yes, she was born in the Valley... An actual native!" Bill answered, the so called oddity still considered such. Mona, who had been silent up to that point, then interrupted the men.
"Do you carry a picture of her, Bill? Married to you I'll bet she's a real knock-out!"
Bill was flattered and tried not to blush. Having an attractive woman like Mona infer that he was handsome did a lot for his ego. "As a matter of fact I do, corny as it sounds ..." he answered. He had taken the snapshot a year earlier and carried it because it was the only picture of Sarah he'd seen that conveyed her hidden sexuality. "I took this on her twenty-second birthday, a little over a year ago," he said, producing the picture.
Mona looked at it and smiled openly. "I knew it! Isn't she attractive, darling?" she said handing the photograph to her husband.
"You're a lucky man, Bill," Harlan stated as he eyed the picture appreciably. "And in my business, I see a lot of young women," he added as if to confirm his judgement.
As he returned the photograph to his wallet, Bill was beginning to relax. "You know I guessed you to be in the entertainment business." It was a statement, not a question. He didn't want to appear inquisitive.
"Don't tell me it's that obvious?" Harlan said laughing. "You're right, I produce programs for television. Speaking of which, I'd better get on with my business," he added, standing up from the table. Bill started to get up, but he was motioned back down. "Finish your breakfast . .. I've been asking so many questions, you've hardly had time to eat." He walked to Bill and again extended his hand. "Thank you for taking care of the car ... It's been a pleasure talking to you." He turned to Mona then. "Why don't you arrange for Bill and his lovely wife to come for dinner some evening, darling?"
"I was thinking the same thing myself," she replied quickly.
Bill was dumbfounded, but he managed a nod to Harlan. "Thank you... I know my wife would love to meet you ... And ..." He motioned around with his arms, "to see this magnificent house!"
Harlan smiled, "Mona will show you around ... I must be off now."
"See you later, darling!" Mona called after him.
Bill was flabbergasted by the treatment he was receiving, and it was far beyond the routines he was often led through when claimants wanted high settlements for their cars. The Thompson's seemed completely sincere, and as he sat back to polish off the remainder of his coffee, he couldn't help feeling pleased and lucky to have met them. And it wasn't just the pure sexuality and beauty of Harlan's wife. In fact, now that he knew Harlan better, he felt he had to look at Mona differently. He just felt it wrong to think lewd thoughts about the wife of a man who'd been so nice to him. But then, looking at the woman across the table, he knew it would be damned difficult not to desire her, especially considering the way Mona was looking back at him. It was almost as if she was deliberately trying to entice him sexually.
"The food's delicious," Bill said, again trying to keep his mind off sex. He had to remind himself that he was still hungry.
"Would you care for more?" she questioned, and she only smiled in response to his compliment. She didn't want to rush, but she knew his mind would turn to his job if she didn't do something soon. "How about some more coffee? It's still hot... "
"Thank you." Bill started to lift his cup to her, but she was already beginning to lean across the table again. Now they were alone, and he couldn't resist taking the opportunity this time to get a better-look down the front of her gown. It was loose and open wide enough to fall away from her full breasts, and through the narrow space between the twin round breasts, he thought he could see clear down to the wispy dark shadow of her pubic hair. She was naked beneath the dressing gown!
The momentary glance both excited and frustrated him, and he could only hope it didn't show on his face. She looked made for sex, lewd, erotic, sex of every kind, and just being in her presence, taking in her scent, her radiating sensuality, made him want to have her.
"If your time is short, why don't you bring your coffee while I show you around?" Mona suggested in a lilting voice. She remained standing, thereby leaving him no real choice but to agree.
"Fine," he nodded, standing up from the table himself. He had hoped to spend more time looking at her, but he was there to make a settlement on the damaged car, and he thought that was what Mona was talking about. Then he learned he had misunderstood her.
"With Harlan's business interests, we are required to entertain frequently, so we made some rather interesting modifications to the house ..." she purred as she slipped her hand over Bill's arm. "I'd love to hear your opinion of our new party room downstairs." She pointed over the edge of the balcony with her free hand as she led him back toward the living room and front entry.
Her sudden closeness with her arm locked around his arm, but not keeping a formal distance, again confused and excited Bill. It wasn't until they were descending a stairway off the front hall that he realized she was not taking him to see her car. And the manner in which she moved and talked made him feel like he had known her for years. They were friends, and maybe even more than that, lovers!
He felt dizzy, elated and warmed by her nearness, and instead of looking at the various rooms she referred to, he was taking her in with all of his senses. He felt he could melt over her, wallow in her sensuality from that moment to eternity.
"And this is the new party room," Mona announced as they came to the end of a long corridor.
Bill came out of his reverie long enough to glance around the large room, and he was oddly surprised at the feeling it gave him. It wasn't really that much unlike any other party room he'd seen in the past, but still, there was something that made it seem exciting. It was expensively and tastefully decorated and furnished, the walls a dark wood paneling that focused on a huge stone fireplace while thick wood beams separated strategically placed giant sofas. Here and there were live plants and scattered pillows, and the colors gave the room a dark, earthy feeling. One wall was lined with thinly draped tinted windows, and outside was a lush garden that disappeared up a hill side. The total effect was of warmth and comfort while somehow seeming wildly sinful at the same time.
"Well? What do you think, Bill?" Mona questioned, her voice sounding soft and intimate. She led him further into the room and toward the fireplace.
"I... It's .. . Hard to describe the feeling I get... It's so pleasant, and ... Sensual!" He didn't know what made him say that! But Mona squeezed his arm in response, so he was glad for whatever reason. From the fireplace, he saw beyond a lattice partition at the far end of the room where a cozy well-stocked bar was located. It made the room complete.
"You're very nice, Bill," Mona purred as she guided him toward a large brown sofa in front of the fireplace. "I see you get the same feeling from the room that I do ... But, you must experience it... Try it!" She motioned for him to sit down.
He felt mildly disappointed to have her move away, but he sat on the couch, making himself comfortable on the firm cushion. He had almost forgotten why he was there. "Yes, this is very good ..."
"Ah! But incomplete you were going to say ..." Mona suggested as she walked toward the bar. "I realize it's early, Bill, but you must have a drink to get the full effect."
"Well, just one maybe ..." Bill answered, again reminded that he was supposed to be working. Yet, the idea of having a drink with an appealing woman like Mona, and she wearing nothing but a- revealing dressing gown, was impossible to resist. In fact, it set him to wondering why Mona was being so open and friendly? The sofa he was seated on was unlike any he'd seen before. It was low backed and unusually wide, and he noticed it long enough to easily stretch out on. It was more like a bed than a couch. Suddenly he was sensitive to everything around him, and a wildly exciting thought flashed in his head! Was it possible that Mona was planning to seduce him?
Suddenly he found himself wondering how he should react if his assumption proved correct. And the anger from his earlier encounter with his wife returned. He had a code, a commitment to never "cheat" on his wife, but under the circumstances he thought it would serve Sarah right. Then there was Harlan Thompson. But Bill knew he could soothe his conscience over him if it was Mona that made the advances. How could he blame himself for being taken in by such a wildly beautiful woman?
He was becoming more aroused than ever, hoping that what he guessed was in fact true. He stared at Mona as she returned from the bar with two glasses in her hands, his stiffening cock jerking with excitement.
"Try this and see if it adds to your mood," Mona said as she handed a cool glass to Bill. Then she sat down beside him on the couch.
"Thank you," he said politely while examining the greenish liquid in his glass. He'd never seen a drink of such a tint before.
"Cheers!" Mona exclaimed holding out her glass.
"Yes," he replied, clicking his glass to hers. Then he sipped from the glass and tasted a sweet heady flavor that suggested a kind of heavenly licorice, a kind of dark syrupy lewdness. "Say, that's good! What is it?"
"A special concoction of mine," Mona laughed. "The principle ingredient is absinthe ..." She sounded devilish and amused.
Bill's eyes went wide, her last word reverberating in his brain. Absinthe! He had heard of it and thought it was a myth. It was supposed to be an aphrodisiac! He swallowed, convinced now that Mona's intentions were sexual. "I... I thought it was illegal?"
"It is, silly! It is!" she answered in a throaty whisper. She rolled the tip of her tongue around her smiling lips and casually emptied her glass. Bill smiled back, his heart pounding with excitement, and he followed her lead. He drained the glass in three large gulps and almost at once imagined he could feel a thick, lewd, undeniable feeling come over him. He was momentarily dizzy. "Wow!" he exclaimed feeling a surge of warmth within.
"Why don't you stretch out and see how the room feels now?" Mona grinned. She stood so that he could lie prone on the wide sofa.
It seemed crazy, unreal, but he did as she suggested, raising his legs and turning so that he was lying flat on his back. He made no effort to hide the hard bulge in his pants, but instead took pleasure in staring up at the sexy woman standing beside him. There was something exciting, something obscene and conspiratorial about the way she was looking at him. Even though distant he felt her eyes, her ovalled lips, as they seemed to be telling him something. God he was horny!
He was so aroused he only partly comprehended what she said; something about warmth and being comfortable. Then he caught his breath as he saw her fingers move to the front of her gown and begin to unfasten the large, jeweled buttons. Gradually the smooth white flesh of her belly was exposed as her gown parted down the middle, and when he glimpsed the small indentation of her bellybutton, he was excitedly anticipating what was lower. But she stopped then, and like a strip teaser she slowly peeled the gown apart, slipping it off her sloping shoulders and baring the full, swelling mounds of her proud breasts. In a moment she was naked to the flare of her hips, more sensual in the nude than Bill had even imagined, and the exposure of her lower half was only a matter of releasing her loose hold of the gown.
She half turned away, bending forward to let the soft material slide slowly over the firm, melon-shaped cheeks of her buttocks, and Bill's cock ached as it strained painfully against his confining pants. His eyes jumped from the deep, mysterious crevice dividing her rounded ass cheeks to her narrow waist, her proudly uplifted breasts, and back again to not miss what was being exposed. When the garment was just below her buttocks, giving him a clear view of her sleek upper thighs, she suddenly dropped the gown, letting it fall in a little heap Ground her ankles. And as she slowly turned to face him full front, Bill anxiously took in all the lust-inciting wonder of her lushly naked body.
Her sloping pussy mound was as he'd guessed, a dark and silky triangular shield of sparse pubic hair set apart by the milk-smooth texture of her soft white flesh. Between her firm inner thighs he glimpsed the exciting pinkness of her swollen vaginal lips, and on a few of the little black curls of pussy hair, tiny dew-like drops of moisture sparkled in the fight from overhead. She was aroused, he had no doubt, but her look and actions were coolly casual. He wanted to reach out right then and pull her naked body to him, but he restrained himself, knowing that she had something especially pleasurable in mind. It seemed important that he, too, stayed cool.
Being completely exposed and sensing his eyes lustfully scanning her voluptuous body made her even more excited, and Mona decided she couldn't put off getting things started another moment. Sitting down on the sofa next to his thighs, she studied his aroused expression, then flicked out her tongue to wetly moisten her full sensual tips.
"Now this is much nicer... Don't you agree, Bill?" she questioned, but she didn't wait for him to reply before going on. "But you must be uncomfortable? .. .,111 take care of that!"
The brunette's hands moved to the young husband's belt, unbuckling it expertly, and then her fingers deftly loosened the top of his pants. With both hands she pulled the garments down his hips, and he arched his back up eagerly from the sofa to make her ministrations easier.
All that was happening made the sex-starved married man more excited than he'd thought humanly possible, and his already lengthening cock sprang up hugely erect the moment it was free of his confining pants. She seemed to ignore everything until his pants were pushed down below his knees, but then she let her fingers drift lightly up between his hairy inner thighs, making small scratching sensations toward the rigid pole of his wildly throbbing cock.
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed appreciatively as she stared at his hard, jerking penis.
"It's all very nice, I'll have to admit..." He was trying to sound casual in spite of his visible lewd excitement. The sensual pleasure from her fingertips brushing across his muscular inner thighs made his blood dash madly through his veins, and he spread his legs apart to the limit that his pants would allow.
"Just enjoy!" she said breathlessly, and cupped the heavy sac containing his sperm-filled balls, caressing them like a delicate prize.
Her touch created an electric4ike shock dancing over every frayed nerve-end in his body, and seeing her tongue thirstily moisten her red, ovalled lips made him realize what it was she intended to do. She was going to suck his cock, he was sure, and that salacious thought alone was enough to practically make him crazy with lust! It had been a long time since he'd experienced such obscenely erotic pleasure;
before his marriage, though he'd wanted Sarah to do it many times. But with his prudish wife he could only think about it, and now, with Mona, his memory was going to be renewed.
Bill felt suspended on needles as he watched the nakedly voluptuous older woman bend down over his belly, her black hair spilling down like a soft frame around his lust-hardened cock. With one hand she continued fondling his passion-swollen balls, while with her other hand she encircled and gently stretched his rigid flesh. Her fingernails dug lightly into the thick base of his.long pulsating cock as she slowly began to stroke the* loose foreskin up and down, their sharp edges pleasurably trailing up the sensitive underside to the very tip. Joining her thumb and forefinger she made a tight "O" just below his swollen purple head, and she ran her hand down all the way to the base, pressing his pubic hair ticklishly to his groin. Her open mouth was but scant inches from the rubbery-like head of his thickly erected penis, and he could feel her warm breath gently caressing against it. God, he thought he'd cum right in her face if she pumped her hand up and down one more time!
He wondered if it was the absinthe, but he didn't really think his cock had ever been so big before. He could imagine thrusting his twitching hardness into her warm mouth, down her throat and clear to her belly as she moved her pretty face closer and closer to the blunt tip-end. But suddenly her tongue flicked out and whipped smoothly across the dilated sensitive opening at the tip, and his only thought was to submit to whatever forbidden pleasure she offered. She began to bathe his throbbing cock with her heated saliva, her tongue running avidly up and down its thick length on all sides, and he groaned in response to the overwhelming lewd sensation. The lust-expressive sound only seemed to spur her on to work more rapidly.
After a moment of seemingly endless pleasure, she ceased her heated licking, and her full-lipped mouth began pressing over the very tip of his penis as if kissing it. He felt like he was de-flowering a virgin as her ovalled mouth slowly widened to conform with the bulbous thickness of his hard shaft, and at the same time she started lowering her head. It was too good to resist, and he jerked his hips up excitedly from the sofa, thrusting the head of his throbbing cock into the soft, warm cavity. Her teeth clamped down, nipping gently at Ins hardness, and her tongue swirled around and around the lust-swollen head as if trying to lick away the spongy flesh. She knew how to suck cock, there was no question about it, and he had already forgotten why he was there.
The sight of her nakedly enticing body and her mouth around the swollen head of his cock was almost as stimulating as the wild sensation emanating from the warm-wet contact of her soft moist lips. He had to concentrate hard to keep from immediately ramming his long penis down her throat, and he only resisted the urge from fear of choking her and possibly cumming before he had the chance to fully enjoy the experience.
She was still half sitting on the couch next to his hips, her nakedly curving torso hunched over his groin, and her full ripe breasts swaying slightly as she twisted her body to make her hardened pink nipples brush tantalizingly across his sensitized flesh. One hand was still massaging his cum-heavy balls, and the other gripped the thick base of his penis like she was holding on for balance. Her tongue swirled inside her warm mouth, vibrantly agitating the swollen head of his eagerly jerking cock, and then suddenly, she bobbed her head down, taking an unbelievable length of his tensing shaft into her throat.
He caught his breath, the suddenness of her movement wracking his body with crazily compounding thrills, and he was almost afraid that she would continue without stopping, making him lose his churning load too soon. And when she raised her head again, his fears were realized as she bit down with her sharp teeth, leaving trails of white lines along his rigidly smooth-skinned shaft where the blood had been forced away from the surface. He thought he was going to explode from the powerful jolt of sensual pleasure that began to titillate his entire body, but he was able to fight off the rapturous sensation, anxiously wanting to experience the build-up as much as the bursting climax.
The older woman's beautiful face bobbed up and down on his cock several times in rapid succession, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as she sucked with tremendous urgency on his near-spewing shaft, but then she seemed to hesitate, as if pausing to make a minor adjustment in her position. What she did then he hadn't expected, but he was none the less glad.
It wasn't in the plans, but the taste, scent and feel of the stiff passion-crazed cock in her mouth was setting Mona's cunt on fire. The sucking brunette knew that she would have an orgasm if only the young salesman touched her pussy, and she couldn't keep from changing her position. She shifted on the sofa, moving so that she could straddle his head suggestively with her knees, and she figured he couldn't miss the obscene hint as her wetly throbbing pussy was only a few tempting inches from his mouth. Though she felt certain he would suck her when she felt his hard cock jerk excitedly in her mouth, she dipped her head down for added lewd encouragement, taking nearly the entire swollen length of his penis into her warm hungry throat.
Bill's heart pumped wildly as she spread her thighs wide above him, and he was momentarily awe-struck by the salacious sight of her naked breathtaking pussy. The silky, hair-covered cuntal lips were slightly moist from her lubricating secretions, and the tight, pink little cuntal mouth seemed to flower quiveringly open for him. What she desired was more than apparent; and he was more than willing to accommodate her need.
Reaching up and around her white firm thighs, he placed his hands just below the enticing half-moons of her rounded buttocks, and he spread the soft pussy flesh wide apart as he pulled her heated cunt down toward his face. There was no time to waste teasing her, as he felt her frenzied sucking of his plunging, blood-filled cock was going to reach a spectacular end soon. The moment it was within reach, he snaked his tongue sharply out at the inviting hair-lined slit, driving directly toward the hardened sensation-filled bud of her excitedly pulsating clitoris.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" she moaned around his deep ramming penis, and she began to saw up and down more voraciously on the rigid, bone hard shaft.
The first pungent taste of the voluptuous older woman's pussy was all the encouragement the young husband needed to go further, and he lustfully whipped her small erect clitoris with his tongue again and again, evoking more grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat. Then running his tongue down the narrow pink valley like a wedge, he reached the tight elastic orifice of her vagina and circled it wetly several times. It drove her crazy, as she wiggled her buttocks around as if trying to capture his tongue with her spasming cuntal muscle, and it so pleased him that he continued the tease until he thought she was going to scream. But he wanted her to cum when he did, and her oral fucking of his cock was driving him insane with passion too, so he thrust his tongue into her heated passage, stretching it out as far as he possil ly could. The scent, feel and taste was overwheln ing his senses and making him even more engrossed in the passionate woman hovering above him, and he fucked his tongue obscenely in and out of the heatedly moistened vagina with renewed urgency.
The quick, stabbing sensations churning in the producer's wife's belly and pussy made her wild with sexual frenzy, and she felt herself moving toward climax at breakneck speed. She just had to cum with his warmly throbbing cock thrusting in her mouth, with her cheeks bloating from the sudden semen filling explosion of his own mighty orgasm. She had to taste his hot cum, to suck his blood-filled cock until he was dry to the balls. His tongue seemed to unravel to tremendous length in her sizzling cunt, then pull back again like a lapping dog in smooth heated strokes. She ground her wide open pussy down against his wildly sucking mouth, thrilling in the joyous pleasures that grew with each quick thrust of his long tongue.
Bill could feel the sensitive tip of his throbbing cock flow along the inner roof of her warm mouth as she sucked harder and harder on his rock-hard shaft, and a low involuntary moan began to build deep in his chest. The hand and fingers massaging his cum-weighted balls were suddenly moving up between his thighs, the long middle finger pressing into the crevice of his buttocks to make contact with his sensitive anus. He hadn't expected the tremendous forbidden sensation that followed, and for a moment he was so stunned by its sheer intensity that he stopped the delicious tongueing of her warm cunt.
With all of her fabulous manipulations, he-knew he couldn't hold back his building climax much longer, so he started sucking at her vagina like hers was the last cunt on earth. The tight little orifice flowered open wider, her secretions running passionately down her inner thighs and his chin while he flicked his tongue in and around her stretched vaginal hole. And mimicking her actions, he dug his fingers into her firm-fleshed buttocks, seeking the tiny hidden opening of her small puckered anus. He found the tight muscular ring with his outstretched middle finger, and he screwed it slowly into the tight opening, forcing his finger up her hot little anal passage all the way to the second knuckle. She moaned around his stiffened ramrod cock, and the spasms in her violently trembling body told him she was about to attain her orgasm.
With a finger shoved deep in her narrow rectum while a lapping tongue drove maddeningly up her clasping cunt, Mona Thompson felt like she would burst apart. She sucked harder on the wildly throbbing cock in her warm hollowing mouth, and she clenched him with her soft, resilient thighs, snaking her heels against his shoulders while rubbing her palpitating pussy down against his face. His tongue seared her cuntal hole, and she pulled savagely on his rigid penis with ever-increasing speed as she felt her orgasm begin.
Her entire body quivered wildly over his face as she began to twist and wrench herself wantonly, her teeth biting his cock like she was trying to chew it off. The pungent secretions of her heated cunt flowed, and she arched her back and bucked wildly as her climax gripped her uncontrollably.
It drove Bill crazy with lust. He sucked at the warm lubricating fluid as it ran from her orgasming cunt in glistening drops, some spreading in a sticky warmth over his face and cheeks as she grunted out her orgasm. And he could no longer contain his own climax.
He felt the exhilarating rush of his white hot semen as it burst up from lus balls. He heard desperate sucking sounds as she suddenly thrust her receiving mouth down over his long erupting cock, taking the entire wildly jerking length in her throat as the first spurt of his heated sperm shot forcefully from the swollen tip.
The beautiful brunette's head bobbed furiously over his ejaculating penis as she sucked the hot shooting jets of his cum into her throat and belly, and he jerked and groaned from beneath her, angling still deeper into her warm swirling mouth. He felt as if he had been saving up his cum for a month, the sensation of his orgasm focusing his entire mind and body into Mona Thompson's mouth.
His hotly spewing cock enlarged with spasms of his ejaculation, and the older woman's Adam's apple jumped up and down in its fevered effort to keep up with the gushing stream squirting without interruption into her throat. The kneeling brunette kept her lips tightly ovalled around the thick shaft, anxious not to loose one single precious drop of his pungent male cum, and she twirled her tongue as she gulped greedily at the endless torrent of cum that pumped into her open mouth.
Bill moaned ecstatically up into the wetly convulsing cunt against his mouth while each spasmodic burst of white hot liquid from his jerking cock sent vibrant thrills flashing through his entire body. Unconsciously, he rammed his extended middle finger in and out of the producer's wife's tight little anus as if answering the great pleasure he was having. She was sucking him inside out, and when the last spurt of semen shot from his now deflating shaft, he felt totally drained.
She was still see-sawing and grinding against his stabbing tongue, and she continued licking at his now shrinking cock until every bit of the glistening cum was gone. Then finally, she raised her head, and his slick, satiated penis slid from her parting lips with a wet, sucking sound.
The naked married woman purred contentedly and looked back at him between her full, swaying breasts. He was about to speak, to stab his tongue once more into her smooth liquid pussy, when suddenly he sensed the world coming apart.
Chapter Three
Harlan Thompson could hardly keep from laughing as he left the company of his wife and Bill. It was certainly a pleasant enough day from the nice weather, but now it seemed like it would be more than just pleasant.
It tickled him the way his and Mona's conversation could seem so innocent on the surface, yet some of the things they each said was like a code between them. As he descended the stairs off the main entry he chuckled openly, knowing that he couldn't be heard from the porch off the dining room.
He had learned of Mona's interest when she spoke of his having to go to work and then telling Bill that she had nothing scheduled that morning. The truth was certainly another matter. Having just completed a production, Harlan had taken the week off for relaxation, and he had no intention of going anywhere that morning. Her statement had merely been Mona's way of letting him know that she considered Bill a good possibility.
That fact had given Harlan reason to direct the conversation onto a more personal level, and thanks to Mona's attentiveness, he'd had the chance to see a picture of Bill's wife. What he saw in the picture excited him, and it was for that reason that he then excused himself to supposedly go to work. His suggestion that the Coles be invited to dinner was simply a way of making certain that Mona understood his agreement. And when she said she'd see him later, he knew exactly what plan his wife had in mind.
At the bottom of the stairs, Harlan turned off to the first room on the left. It was his room, a place he'd worked on himself, though he'd had some help from a technician in his production company. The room was small, but adequate for its purpose.
Locking the door behind him, Harlan immediately went to the master switch to warm-up the equipment. He liked the appearance of the little red indicator lights as they blinked on, and after giving the equipment a quick lookover to be satisfied all was in order, he turned his attention to loading a fresh tape on the video-recorder. Knowing his wife, she wouldn't be wasting time getting Bill down to the "entertainment" room.
With the tape on the machine, he redirected his attention to the control panel, switching on the "shot-gun" pick-up for the primary area and turning up the audio monitor. He decided it would be best to have the over-heads on before Mona brought Bill into the room, so he also flicked on the remote lighting switch.
Satisfied that enough time had elapsed for proper warm-up, Harlan made the final preparations. It would be a two-camera production as that was the extent of available cameras in the primary area, but for coverage of the brown couch they were more than adequate. The hidden color television cameras were concealed in artificial stone around the fireplace, and both could be remotely panned just enough to take in the entire couch. They were also equipped with vari-focal length lenses so that they could take in an area as small as six inches square. It was the most expensive part of Harlan's set-up.
His video recorder was not broadcast standard, but it was perfectly suited to his needs. He flicked the switches that controlled the. two cameras until he had just what he wanted on his video monitors, and satisfied, he sat down to wait. He was rather proud of his collection of video-tapes, all of which had been made by himself since getting his recording set-up! Some of the tapes were purely for entertainment, while others had been made with an additional purpose in mind. If someone needed encouragement to participate in their group activities, a secretly recorded tape usually did the trick. Oddly enough, in his and Mona's experience it was rarely necessary to even make the fact of the tape known. With either himself or Mona, most of their recruits needed no other "invitation".
His wife's voice coming in over the audio monitor brought the television producer to his feet. As he had suspected, she wasn't wasting any time. He got a kick out of the way she varied her technique of seduction with each potential new member, so he turned up the volume to not miss anything said. In a moment Bill was sitting on the brown couch waiting for a drink, and Harlan had both cameras centered on him. Keeping his hand on the switch that would start the video-recorder, he continued adjusting the cameras with the remote controls as Mona returned to the couch where Bill was waiting. It was the absinthe, of course!
Their conversation about the drink was fascinating, but Harlan waited to turn on the recorder until a more visual move was made. In a matter of seconds it seemed, Mona was suggesting Bill stretch out on the couch while she stood up and slowly began to remove her gown. Harlan quickly zoomed camera one back to a full shot that included his wife and Bill, and then switching that picture to the main channel, he started the recorder.
Even under such unusual circumstances, he couldn't help feeling excited at seeing his voluptuous wife strip naked, and his eyes feasted on the sensual details of her well rounded body as he trained the second camera in close. He still marveled at the resilient firmness of her ripely swelling breasts and the way they held their magnificent shape in spite of their large size. They were proud and closely set, leaving the narrowest of valleys running between their incredible smooth whiteness. He recognized this as at least part of the reason she had been so successful as a model before he-saw and married her"
Harlan was amused every time he realized that she hadn't changed at all in the six years of their marriage, and at any time she could go back to work for the photographers, even though she was thirty-one. When he first met her, a nude picture in her model's portfolio had aroused him, and he had been particularly excited to discover later that the photograph did not do her magnificently formed body justice. He had thought at times that was why he'd married her so quickly after getting her into the sack, but as things turned out they had proven to be extremely compatible in every way.
If he wasn't such a lecherous bastard she would certainly be enough for him, but then too, it had been pleasing to discover that she also liked occasional outside activities. They were both talented at finding the right friends, and therefore, able to keep things on a simple physical basis with other partners. Time and again their mutual experiences had proved to be stimulating assurances of their continuing compatibility. And what Mona was doing at that moment to the insurance adjuster in the party room, only inflamed Harlan's obscene notions of how he would handle Bill's sexy wife.
Mona was completely naked now, sitting next to the prone insurance man on the couch while her fingers deftly unfastened his belt. Harlan set camera one on a close-up of Bill's face while camera two was zeroed in on the area of his groin, and he switched back and forth between the two pictures to record response as Bill's rapidly stiffening cock sprang free. Harlan laughed out loud, hoping in some ways that he would have to use the tape with Bill's wife.
As his wife bent down to fondle the young husband's excitedly throbbing cock, Harlan became more interested in what he was seeing than in how it was being recorded. His own monstrously thick cock twitched in his pants as it began to harden. He knew only too well how expertly his wife could suck cock, and watching her do it to another man increased his appreciation of her talent. It took a conscious effort for him to remember to switch to the camera covering Bill's reaction as his young brunette wife's mouth parted over the thick rubbery head of the -insurance man's rigidly pulsating cock.
In a moment the former model's head was bobbing up and down, cheeks hollowing ^nd bloating as she sucked hungrily on the long glistening shaft, and young Bill's expression showed strained surprise, as if resisting the tremendous pleasure she was giving. Harlan tightened in the cameras for more detailed close-ups, himself becoming more voyeuristically aroused by the minute. He knew how his wife would twirl her tongue as she bobbed and sucked, salaciously whipping the erect penis into explosive submission. And he recognized her own growing lewd arousal by the way she was lasciviously grinding her rounded buttocks against the couch. He wasn't surprised when she suddenly moved up to nakedly straddle the insurance man's face.
He zeroed a camera in on his wife's wetly glistening pussy just in time to catch a clear shot of Bill's tongue darting irresistibly into the soft hair-lined cuntal folds. Her erect little clitoris seemed to quiver in throbbing response to the obscene oral tonguing, and the shotgun mike picked up her moan of ecstacy. The handsome younger man reacted to her show of pleasure by slicing his tongue deeply into her pink furrow, circling and teasing the tight elastic-rimmed mouth of her hotly glistening cunt. They were in a perfect position to make a highly arousing picture.
In one camera Harlan had a shot of his wife's face, her mouth tightly drawn around the thick inflamed shaft of Bill's jerking cock, and in the other camera was a picture of her wide-splayed cunt, grinding deliriously over the insurance man's deep fucking tongue. He switched from one picture to the other, back and forth as their heated lusting for each others aroused genitals became more and more furious, each orally fucking the other in a lewdly primitive sexual dance.
It couldn't have been better if he'd staged it!, A classic sixty-nine recorded on video-tape to be re-played whenever he desired! And Harlan again thought about the end result of the sexual act going on in front of his eyes. He could hardly wait for the chance to get his hands on Bill's young, blonde wife, and when he did he would give it to her in such a way that she would never forget it.
Harlan realized that Jie would have to begin to prepare himself as the oral coupling of his curvaceous wife and the insurance adjuster was definitely nearing climax. It would hardly do any good to walk into the other room with a huge straining bulge in his pants while playing the role of the offended husband. He tried to remain objectively uninvolved in the actions occurring on the two television screens before him though it was difficult at best. Bill now had jammed his extended middle finger into the puckered little orifice of Mona's anus, and that combined with the effects of his deep, wet tonguing was bringing her rapidly to climax. She was wantonly grinding her heated loins against his probing tongue and finger, her body quivering and jerking ecstatically as she sucked and bobbed on the huge throbbing cock in her warm-wet mouth. Lines clearly showed on the blood-filled shaft where her teeth nipped and pulled against the spongy flesh, and the entire rigid column glistened wetly from her warm saliva. Her hand was beneath him, between his parted inner thighs, and her fingers were obviously probing at his rectum. Then she was moaning and shrieking she took nearly his full throbbing length into her throat, and her body convulsed violently with her climax.
Bill was groaning his lust into the orgasming brunette's gyrating pussy as he too reached the ultimate heights of ecstacy. His hips arched up from the couch, driving his near-bursting cock into her warm accommodating throat, and her Adam's apple jumped up and down as she gulped in his rapidly shooting sperm.
The scene was perfect, and the woman's husband kept the recorder going, anxious to get all of the climax on tape. He stood up, finger ready to turn off the master switch. And when Bill's limp cock finally slipped from Moan's warm mouth, Harlan made his move. He rushed out of the small room and down the hall, wanting to burst in on them while Bill's finger was still pushed in Harlan's wife's greedily clasping anus.
Chapter Four
The hurried footsteps were the only brief warning of possible danger, and glancing up from between Thompson's wife's milky smooth thighs, Bill felt as if his heart leaped into his throat. Harlan Thompson stood there above them, staring down like a menacing giant.
It was the most horrifying predicament in which he'd ever been in in his entire life. He was speechless, unable to think of any way he could possibly explain his position. There he was, trapped on the couch with his face mere inches from the television producer's wife's wetly glistening cunt, his finger jammed in her tightly clenched anus, and her husband staring murderously down at him! What could he say that would be significant?
"Ohhh, Godddddddd," Bill moaned, his helplessness totally overwhelming him. He expected Harlan to murder him, and in a way he couldn't blame him. But the feeling quickly died when Harlan finally spoke up.
"You waste no time making yourself right at home I see!" Harlan had a hard time keeping a straight face on seeing Bill's terrorized reaction to discovery. It had so shocked the younger man that he had been unable to move, and his finger was still buried in Mona's tiny clamping anus. Harlan was only sorry he didn't have that on tape too.
Concealing a wide grin, Mona finally jerked forward and away from the prostrate insurance adjuster. "Oh, dear," she said, trying to force concern in her voice. She stood up beside the couch, but she made no effort to cover her nakedly ripened body.
Bill was* still getting over his initial shock, but gradually -: he became aware of the lacking tension. He would have expected nervousness, shaking anger at the very least, but outside of Harlan's serious expression, calmness strangely prevailed. Why wasn't Moan sobbing and begging her husband for forgiveness? Why wasn't Harlan lashing out with clenched fists? It was all' too unreal!
"I'm sorry," Bill whispered, having finally found his voice. He swallowed uneasily and sat up to pull his pants back on, still expecting some kind of reprisal from Harlan, but hoping he could silently exit the house without delay.
"You didn't enjoy it?" Harlan questioned with obvious sarcasm.
Bill couldn't believe his ears. How could a man make tight of another man's affair with his own wife? But then he remembered that Harlan was supposed to have left for work, and if he in fact hadn't or had suddenly returned, his timing was unusually precise. Bill looked up at the man and woman standing beside him to detect the fact that there was something planned between mem.
"You knew what was happening in here?" Bill half questioned, half challenged, the tall television producer.
"You didn't answer my question!" Harlan countered, a hint of toughness in his voice. .
BiD felt some of his confidence returning. "I'd think you'd be a little angry with your wife ... I mean I didn't exactly rape her__Of course, I enjoyed-it!" He didn't want to press his luck.
*Then why be sorry," Harlan said simply, and he put his arm around his naked wife's shapely body. His statement had obviously rendered the insurance man speechless again, so he decided to explain further. "Mona is attracted to you physically, so I have no objection to her satisfying her desires. It was apparent you weren't put off by her."
"God, was I that obvious?" Bill said, and he was now in awe of the man's liberal attitude. He wasn't so sure he could be that understanding of his own wife, not that he would ever have a reason to.
Harlan went on, "Of course, by the same token, Mona is concerned about my desires. We find that certain group arrangements, outside activities as it were, enrich our own -relationship." He saw by Bill's questioning look that he wasn't yet getting through. He decided to be more direct. "Your wife is -appealing to me!"
Bill stood up now to finish tucking in his shirt, and he looked from Harlan to Mona and back again. It was all suddenly clear just what the attractive couple had in mind, and though the joke was esoteric, he couldn't keep from laughing out loud.
"Let us in on it," Mona suggested, undaunted by the insurance adjuster's raucous laughter.
Bill sat down again, feeling a bit silly for having momentarily lost control of himself, but the idea of what they were suggesting had struck his funny bone. Now he felt compelled to explain. "I'm sorry, but I think there's something you don't understand."
Mona too sat down on the couch, her expression conveying seriousness despite her nakedness. "Yes?"
"Let me get this straight," Bill said. "What you are suggesting is that I bring my wife around" to, ahh, balance out the entertainment..." He suddenly realized that what he was about to say wasn't so funny after all, and his tone became more serious. "What you don't understand is that for me to have sex with my wife, I practically have to rape her... She's very up-tight and puritanical when it comes to sex!" He remembered how it had been that morning and began to feel sorry for himself. He looked from Mona to Harlan, "So you see I don't believe you would find her all that appealing!" At the moment, of course, Bill was not even considering how he would feel about sharing his wife with another man. The idea of Sarah agreeing to such an arrangement seemed so impossibly remote, that thinking beyond that was a waste of time. Yet it unnerved him a little when Harlan and Mona only grinned in response to his statement.
"Suppose you let me be the judge of that," Harlan said after a moment.
"I get the feeling you think I'm being less than truthful, but I'm quite serious about Sarah's attitude!" Bill said emphatically.
"I am not calling you a liar! On the contrary, I'm merely suggesting that other activities might help Sarah see the light..." Harlan knew at that moment no further pushing would be necessary. He almost felt sorry that the tape would not be needed, but in a relationship like theirs, a willing husband was far better than a forced one. And he could see by the gleam in Bill's eyes that he was willing to try anything.
"If what you're saying were true, I think I'd be very grateful," Bill found himself replying. Earlier he had just about given us hope with Sarah, but now a possible solution to his problem was presented. It was a method that he never would have considered before, but after meeting the Thompsons, particularly Mona, it almost seemed like his only hope. He didn't know how or if the Thompsons could do it, but since they were obviously willing to make the attempt, he thought he should, too. It never entered his mind that they could blackmail him into agreeing.
"You won't be disappointed, Bill, of that I am sure," Mona said, her voice deep and sexy.
And Bill looked at the woman next to him, her lush, sensual body but inches away, and he began to think of all the exciting things he would experience in her company. No, the offer was too tempting to refuse, in spite of his inherent reservations about sharing his wife!
"Well, what do you say? Is it agreed then?" Harlan questioned.
Bill stood up and shook Harlan's hand as if having just concluded a sale. "Agreed," he said, drawing in a deep breath of relief. He felt as if he'd completed negotiations for a business deal, and he was suddenly reminded of his reason for being there. "Good grief! I'd better get to work or I won't have a job!"
"I suppose we have provided you with a few distractions this morning," Harlan commented wryly. "Come on, I'll show you the car."
Bill took one more look at Mona, wanting to keep a clear impression of her seductive body in his mind, and he nodded and smiled, then turned to follow her husband.
"See you soon," Mona called after him, and he couldn't help thinking the sooner the better! Harlan led the way to the garage, and while Bill surveyed the damaged automobile, he made note of Bill's address and phone number. Having seen Sarah's picture, he too was anxious to arrange a get-together.
Bill was exceedingly generous in his estimate of the damages, though he felt no obligation to do so, and once the necessary papers were filled out and signed, he had only one question to ask.
"I presume you have a plan for a future meeting."
"Yes?"
"Well, I was wondering how you intend to set it up? I mean, my wife can be highly suspicious of even an innocent advance- r-.. " Bill explained as they walked to his car. Harlan patted him on the shoulder as he got in.
"Yes, well don't worry... We have experience in dealing with such matters!"
Harlan was reassuring, and Bill wished he could be so confident when it came to sex with his own wife. "See you soon then," he called out the car window.
"Count on it!" the tall producer replied.
Chapter Hvi
He had to hurry to get through the remaining claim adjustments that.day, so Bill Cole was far too busy to even wonder about the events of the morning. Work was an effective distraction, though a lingering satisfaction kept Mona Thompson in the back of his mind.
For the first time since starting work for the insurance company, Bill did not bother to use any of his devices while making settlements. Getting the work done and getting home was of primary importance, so he was overly generous on every adjustment just to avoid any arguments and thus delays. Of course, in one or two instances the claimants still tried to be difficult, and Bill even surprised himself by simply smiling and adjusting higher. The day grew unusually hot as the afternoon wore on, but Bill coolly played out his gregarious role right to the last claimant He was in no mood to haggle.
It wasn't until he pulled up to his home that he became unsettled. The happenings since sunrise were like vivid pictures flashing in his brain as he stepped out of his car and walked with decreasing speed to the front door. He was nearly an hour later than, usual, but that could be passed off with a comment about freeway accidents. Even his forceful handling of his wife that morning could be coped with by acting remorseful and sorry. And he knew that Mona
Thompson's lipstick was not on his collar, so that incident would not blatantly reveal itself as long as he kept it off his face. What disturbed
Bill as he walked into his house was none of those things, but creeping second thoughts about his agreement with the Thompsons were making him feel none too good. He tried to still the notions by reminding himself of Sarah's puritanical views and the frustrations he'd endured as a result. But his ego got in the way momentarily, still wanting to believe that he could somehow overpower and conquer her resistance. And he was reminded of his code, the code he had broken that morning with the help of Mona. He had been caught in a moment of weakness, but was that reason enough to let his wife be seduced by a stranger?
Bill began to feel the heat of the early evening as he walked down the hall toward the kitchen.
The sounds of dinner preparation echoed in his head, confusing him more, and he wasn't at all sure he could mask the torment he felt when he entered the brightly lighted room. But the icy look his beautiful young wife gave him the moment he confronted her chased all of his second thoughts away.
"May I come in?" Bill questioned, ready to play out the remorseful husband.
"It's your home," Sarah answered coolly then turned to face the stove.
He was ready to handle her anger now as he stared at her shapely backside. If anything she was even more beautiful than Mona Thompson, and he was quick to imagine her kneeling before Harlan with her mouth clasped tight around his thickly pulsating cock. She would be subjugated before him, humiliated, and Bill knew he would enjoy watching it all happen. In the meantime he had to get her over her anger.
"I'm sorry," he said in a half whisper. "I've been running a little late today, too." There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice, as if implying a terrible reason, but in truth she felt uncomfortable and guilty when hearing her husband apologize, even when she felt he should. Shortly after Bill had left for work that morning, she had subconsciously begun to feel inadequate as a wife, and that feeling was now making her feel guilt.
Bill spoke louder. "I couldn't help the accident that tied up the freeway, but I think you know I'm apologizing for my, ugh, actions this morning. I was a brute and a clod! It won't happen again ... I promise, darling."
Sarah turned to face him, her eyes slightly moist, but she could only nod acceptance. "Dinner will be ready in a minute if you want to go wash up first..."
He thought to move for her, to take her in his arms and kiss her gratefully on the lips, but he knew better than to try such a display at that moment. He only smiled humbly and silently left the kitchen.
It was looking at his reflection in the mirror over the bathroom sink that brought on the doubt again. The forced seduction of his wife that morning was ironed out, and he could tell by the scent in the air that Sarah had even prepared his favorite dinner. Her acceptance of his apology was subtle, but it was none the less real and he felt somehow relieved of a burden. What seemed unreal now was the scene that had been played out in the Thompson's house, and his subsequent agreement with them was beginning to weigh heavily on his mind.
Sarah was so unlike Mona, he just couldn't imagine finding them together under any circumstances. They were both physically attractive, but from there the similarities ended. Mona was blatantly seductive and aggressive, so much so that Sarah was virginal and naive by comparison. The idea of taking his wife into the Thompson home simply seemed impossible. Their intentions would have to be apparent from the start, and he knew Sarah wouldn't put up with it. It was crazy and unreal, that's all there was to it!
But yet another question lingered in his mind. He splashed cold water on his face in an attempt to clear his mind to think. Could he ever again enjoy the kind of sex he might now expect from Sarah? The two of them alone and in bed, the lights out, Sarah stiff and undemonstrative, and the whole thing over almost before it began? Or maybe she would use his forced seduction that morning as an excuse to cut him off almost entirely? Sex once a month whether he needed it or not!
He toweled himself as if trying to rub out the confusion in his brain. One moment he found himself wanting to do an obscene thing and deliver his wife up as some kind of lewd sacrifice; the next moment he found himself revolted by his desires and thoughts and the whole idea of doing such a thing. A man just didn't act that way toward his wife, the woman that he loved. He headed back toward the kitchen and made a decision. In spite of the fact that he wanted to go back to the Thompson's house, participate in all the sexual pleasures that Mona could offer, he would delay, somehow stall off bringing his wife to meet them.
"Come sit down ... Your dinner is already on the table," Sarah announced as he entered the kitchen.
"And it smells great too!" Bill answered. He intended to keep the compliments flowing all through dinner, and then, maybe by bedtime, she would be willing to make up with him in the most positive way. He sat down at the dining table and politely waited until Sarah was seated too. He was hungry, ravenously, his hurried lunch having come out of a machine, and he dug into his food, his mind momentarily at ease.
"Tell me about the people you met today," Sarah said between bites.
Bill assumed she was making small talk, and swallowing his food, he glanced across the table and smiled. "Oh, no one unusual... Routine stuff mostly ..." He didn't want to let the conversation remain on that subject, so he shrugged his shoulders to complete his sentence.
"I mean the Thompsons..." Sarah continued, her tone casual and soft.
My God! They sure don 7 waste any time! Bill was hardly able to keep his expression unchanged. He again looked up at his wife, wondering how much she knew? She was smiling, a hint of devilishness in her eyes, and to cover his surprise he answered quickly. "Oh^ yes! Nice couple . . .He's a television producer... Beautiful home in Encino!" He took a bite of food to interrupt himself for a moment, to give himself a chance to think. Obviously Mona or Harlan had already called, and talked to Sarah. The thought gave Bill a tightening sensation in his stomach, and he felt sweat begin to break out on his forehead. He wondered if he should blurt it all out, tell Sarah the truth and hope that she would forgive his indiscretion. But as he swallowed the bite of food with difficulty, all he could do was continue his innocent act. "How is it that you know the Thompson's? I only met them this morning!"
The corners of Sarah's pouty lips curved upward. "Mona Thompson called me this afternoon..." Her semi-frown returned again momentarily. "At first I was in no mood to talk to anyone..."
Nothing more needed to be said on that point, and Bill wished she'd get on with her explanation. He couldn't get over his shocked surprise that Mona would contact them so soon, and he was wondering why she had obviously chosen a time that he wouldn't be there? He felt like a guilty man about to face his accuser.
"She told me how you met..." Sarah went on, her pauses ended by a swallow. Then she suddenly stated matter-of-factly, "Well I think it's wonderful that you've met successful people who are so much like us!"
To Bill's further surprise, Sarah was actually sounding pleased with him. After what he'd done to her that morning, such a response seemed impossible. He stuck some more food in his mouth, unable to manage a reply.
"1 hope you don't mind, but Mona sounded so nice ... And she said she had mentioned it to you... So I accepted her invitation for Friday night." Sarah was almost buoyant now as she spoke, as if she was caught up in some imaginary land of dreams. "I think it's thrilling to be invited to a television producer's house for dinner!"
It was too much for him to comprehend all at once. His wife was saying the Thompsons were like them! Was he hearing things correctly? He and Sarah had few friends, and most of those were associates of Bill's at the insurance company. They rarely went out, and even more infrequently had friends in to visit, all because he was afraid his associates would discover the true character of his marriage situation. He had been able to keep their social activities to a minimum in spite of Sarah's social drive, but he did it because he considered her social consciousness a sham. He felt their private life needed order before starting an active public one, and her desire to make it socially seemed to him like another excuse to avoid fulfilling sex.
And now his wife was telling him that the Thompsons, a couple who willingly sought extra-marital sexual partners, were like them! He was going crazy!
"Friday night is all right isn't it, darling?" she asked, her voice warm, almost pleading.
Bill realized his silence was becoming obvious. "Yeah, sure! Friday night is fine!" he heard himself say. And his heart pounded against his rib cage as he felt what he had just done. He had agreed to the meeting with the Thompsons. He would be delivering his wife up to the Thompsons on Friday night, and despite his doubts, he knew he was going to do it. It roared in his mind and churned in his heated groin. -Liberation from all of the sexual frustrations in his married life. And knowing what could happen made the idea all the more sweeter.
They finished dinner, Bill carefully fielding questions about the Thompsons' home, their ages, appearance, and he wondered with Sarah what she should wear to dinner on the following Friday. At one point he repressed an insane desire to laugh and tell her that it didn't matter what she wore, since she wouldn't be wearing anything very long after she got there. But he didn't laugh. He talked and smiled, and after dinner watched television with heavy-lidded eyes until it was time for bed.
They went through their nightly ritual, using the bathroom one at a time, and Bill stretched out on his side of the bed without attempting any contact with his wife. He was feeling the effects of a tiring day, but despite his weariness, he found he couldn't sleep. It was all going to happen. On Friday night, it would all happen. He tried not to think of it, yet couldn't think of anything else. Visions of Sarah naked, electrifying visions of all four of them naked and fucking, burned in his mind like a glimmering bank of lights until nature took its course, and despite his anxiously throbbing erection, he drifted off into a restless sleep.
The next morning he was surprised to discover that he had overslept. He had to rush to get to work on time, and it helped to keep his mind temporarily off sex. He was hotter and hornier than he had ever been, but driving to the office, a huge erection throbbing in his pants, he none the less decided to avoid physical advances toward his wife until after the dinner party. He knew it would be difficult for himself, but he didn't want Sarah to be thinking about sex, for some reason he couldn't define. It was as if he wanted to protect her from the Thompsons in his sub-conscious mind.
Seeing Miss Jensen at, the office started Bill thinking about other possibilities. He daydreamed about introducing her to the Thompsons, and he was glad he was still covering the road as he knew he would otherwise never get any work done. For a moment he even entertained the notion of taking Miss Jensen on Friday night, telling his wife he had to cancel the date because of work, but, of course, he knew that he had already shown the Thompsons a picture of Sarah.
In the evening he made a big noise about having to watch a special television program that ran fairly late. It was a distraction, and he was hoping that Sarah would go off to bed without him. His plan failed when the program turned out to be interesting, and so when they went to the bedroom, it was together.
And he couldn't resist peeking through the crack of the bathroom door as his wife slowly undressed. His cock jerked as he watched her standing naked in stockings, unsnapping her garter belt. Her flesh, her roundly curving buttocks and her pussy were bracketed by sheer white cloth that only called attention to her provocative nakedness rather than hid it. And as she bent over the basin and lathered her face with soap, he thrilled to the way her large melony breasts shook suggestively from side to side. As he watched, he could see her arms rub against her small nipple-buds, which instantly grew tense and pointed. Her buttocks quivered enticingly as she bent over and scrubbed hard, and as she leaned forward he could see just the beginnings of her moist pink vagina and the deep tight fold of her soft curving vulva lips. He found himself standing with his iron-hard cock pulsing in his hand, wishing she would bend over just a little more.
As if by telepathy, Sarah bent forward farther, spreading her tapered young legs slightly as she rinsed her face. Bill practically flattened his face against the door frame to see his wife's naked and exposed vagina. There it was, the rich soft-looking cuntal lips, rounded slightly and covered with blonde pussy hair, neatly framed between her firm, uplifted buttocks that were like twin mounds of warm resilient flesh that he wanted to seize and violate. Between her vaginal lips was the tight, dark mystery-slit of her cunt. His mouth practically watered as he imagined that furrow all fluted and soft, spread wide apart with her pink, moist cunt twitching as if it had a life of its own.
Sarah began toweling her face, and he hastily retreated to his bed, pulling the blanket up high and pretending to be asleep. Soon, he told himself, soon.
Chapter Six
Friday night rolled around too soon for Bill Cole. His confused thoughts had gotten the better of him that day at work, and until he got home in the evening he was ready to abandon the whole thing. It was Sarah's constant yakking about the Thompsons that made him realize there was no stopping her. During the week she had had many conversations with Mona, and now regarded her as a dear friend.
Bill dressed as if in a trance. He tried to be polite and offhand, yet he was nervous and his fingers trembled when he tried to tie his shoes. Finally dressed, with Sarah in the bathroom putting the finishing touches on her make-up, he looked at himself in the full-length mirror on the closet door.
He stood there, a young man, good-looking. To see him on the street he would appear to be a nice normal guy with a good build; the kind of man most mothers would want their daughters - to date and perhaps marry. Yet here he was, Bill Cole, about to take his wife to the house of a married couple for the purposes of seduction and depravity.
His muscles tensed as he stood looking at himself. How were they going to do it? They seemed so sure, but supposing it didn't work? And supposing it did? What then? He was nervous, but there was no denying he was also extremely hot and excited.
The drive to the Thompsons* -home was a mixture of constant talk on one side, and silence on the other. Bill mostly heard his heart pounding in his chest, and the more Sarah talked, the more his heart seemed to throb. They were both equally excited, but for quite different reasons. Bill spoke his first words since getting in the car when he turned into the Thompsons' drive. "Here we are."
"I just knew it would be like this!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes wide as she took in the mansion.
When he had turned off the ignition and put on the brake, Bill turned to his wife, a blank expression on his face. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he questioned, and he meant it seriously though his nervousness made it sound like a joke.
"Of course!" she exclaimed, somewhat surprised, but then she smiled like a tease.
"Ohhh, you! Come on!n
They walked to the door together with BUI like a taut wire, ready to snap and fly off in all directions. He touched the button for the bell as if it were a detonator on a dynamite charge. Chimes sounded, and they stood there, Bill remembering vividly how it had been the last time he was in the same spot. His thoughts were interrupted by the rapid click of heels inside, and the door opened.
Mona Thompson stood there smiling, and behind her, walking toward the door was a beaming Harlan. "And you're Sarahf" Mona cried.. "Welcome to our home!"
Sarah entered while Bill had trouble keeping his mouth from hanging open. He entered the house slowly, looking around. It was the same tastefully and expensively furnished house as before, but the residents, Harlan and Mona, were impostors. Then Mona was offering her hand, saying, "Bill, it's so nice to see you again. I must say, Sarah is certainly prettier than you painted her."
-Well, I..."
Harlan came forward, giving Bill a firm handshake and saying, "Good to see you again ... How's it going?"
Bill nodded, still too flabbergasted to speak.
Earlier he had thought how out of place Sarah would look wearing her modest, blue cocktail dress. He had never liked the outfit because it made her look almost prudish, and he could see her next to Mona who would probably be wearing some crazy thing that clung brazenly to her, revealing more than it hid. But she wasn't. Bill looked at her in disbelief. She was wearing a loose fuzzy sweater and a tweed skirt that came down to her knees! The outfit made her look almost ordinary. And Harlan was dressed in a pair of black slacks, a white shirt, and dark tie. Only a knowing wink that he slipped Bill when the women weren't looking told the truth.
They toured the house, Mona and Sarah talking constantly about decorating and color schemes, and Harlan acting like the perfect host, asking Bill about his job and generally making small talk. Bill gradually got over his initial shock, but his heart was pounding when finally they were all in the, downstairs party room. It hadn't changed since that morning with Mona on the couch; it still held a lewd kind of atmosphere for Bill, but there were also new things in the room.
*This is really our favorite room ... Where -we can relax and enjoy ourselves," Mona said with a wave of her hand. The glass doors to the garden were open, and a gas-lit buffet table was set-up outside. "It's such a warm evening, I thought a buffet supper would be more enjoyable," she continued. She led them to the table covered with expensive delicacies and good simple food; ah appetizing setting for even those not hungry. "With just the four of us, I felt this would be more fun that a sit-down dinner."
"Oh, yes! This is just wonderful," Sarah exclaimed. She was impressed with everything and thought how lucky she was to have met the Thompsons.
"Well, just dig in to anything you desire," Mona said. Harlan was opening a bottle of wine while his wife handed out plates and encouraged them to try everything. They sat on lawn chairs, eating and drinking and talking about the weather. It was a light but satisfying supper, and Bill understood completely why it was prepared that way.
They were seated in such a way that Harlan was close to Sarah, and while conversing with Mona, Bill caught bits and pieces of the conversation his wife was having. Harlan was really laying it on thick, telling Sarah that she should be making commercials for television, and it was only too obvious that Sarah was flattered by the compliments. Finally, when everyone seemed to have their fill, Harlan stood up to make a suggestion.
"How about an after-dinner drink inside?" Harlan helped Sarah up from the chair.
"Sounds fine!" Bill answered quickly as he saw the questioning look in his wife's eyes.
"Just a weak one for me," Sarah then answered. "I don't usually drink and I already feel a little tipsy from the wine ..."
"Oh, you'll like this drink," Mona interrupted. "It's my own concoction. I can drink several without feeling any effect."
Bill realized what concoction Mona was talking about, and his heart beat faster. He felt he was about to take a plunge from which there would be no escape, but he followed the others inside to the bar.
"You know, when we go out, Harlan doesn't like me to sit at the bar in a night club, but here at home I kind of like to," Mona said to Sarah. "I think it's kind of fun and naughty!".
Sarah looked back at her husband, then in a soft voice she said, "Bill won't allow it either ... Let's do it!" And they both sat down on the comfortable stools in front of the bar, giggling. The men were right behind them, Harlan going around the bar to mix the drinks while Bill sat at the third stool, next to his wife.
"Sometimes, just for the fun of it, I sit here with a cigarette and a drink and pretend I'm a prostitute or a loose woman," Mona said, her eyes wide and innocent.
Sarah went into gales of laughter, hiding her face behind her hands. Bill got a coughing fit and Harlan broke into a broad smile as he poured the drinks. "The way women act," he said, shaking his head.
"It's true!" Mona protested. "Honest! I do it, b'ut only with my husband."
Harlan set cocktail glasses on the bar for each one, then taking up his own glass, he proposed a toast. "Here's to an interesting and rewarding evening!"
They all drank, Bill and Harlan draining their glasses, and Mona and Sarah sipping theirs. Sarah smacked her lips and said, "My, that's good! What is it?"
Harlan wagged a finger. "Not fair to ask trade secrets. It's only fair to enjoy them. Drink up!"
Sarah laughed and drank again. She was getting to like Harlan. He was so handsome and virile and certainly charming. It's sweet and warm going down. I like it!" she said as Harlan poured more of the syrupy liquid into her glass.
"It's good all the way down to the pit of your stomach." Mona suggested.
"Fll say," Sarah answered, squirming on her stool and turning to look at her husband. "Does it have the same effect on you?" *
Bill only nodded, then turned to Harlan. "Let's have another!" It might have been the association, the memories of having drunk absinthe only a few days ago, it might have been that and nothing more, but Bill was beginning to feel a distinct sexual feeling already. Harlan must have made the drinks extra strong, he reasoned. "So," Bill said, "Tell me more about how you feel when you sit at the bar."
Mona leaned around Sarah. "Oh, it's nothing really. Just, sometimes I've wondered what it must be like to be a prostitute. Have you ever wondered about that?" she asked turning to Sarah.
Sarah mused the thought and felt her face slowly form a smile. "Yes, I have," she said with a little giggle. "I've wondered what it would be like."
"Exactly," Mona said. "Every woman wonders. Enough of these things and maybe well put on a show for our husbands. Pretend we're a couple of women out on the town."
Sarah giggled and fought for self-control. "I don't know what's getting into me. What's in these drinks?" she asked in a confused way. "I feel so strange."
"Nothing that will do you any harm," Harlan said, holding the shaker over her glass. "There's only a little left and we're way ahead of you."
Sarah took her hand from the top of her glass, relenting. She looked around at the others and wondered if they were feeling the same way. It was strange, but she felt sexy. A lubricated itching was deep in her rapidly moistening vagina, an insane itching that was growing more intense by the minute. She hooked the heel of her shoe in the stool rung and squeezed her knees tight together until a hot tingling sensation began in her loins. One corner of her elastic panty leg band slipped and a throbbing vaginal lip slowly bulged out. It felt oddly exciting.
She could hear everything and respond to conversation, but she felt as if something was slipping away. And things that Mona was saying was making her giggle uncontrollably. They were smutty things, but funny.
She drained her glass and only mildly protested as Harlan refilled it, taking advantage of the distraction to squirm forward on the bar stool, wedging the band of her sheer nylon panties into the hotly pulsing hair-lined slit of her vagina. It felt so good, so warm and moist!
They laughed and drank and watched Mona do an imitation of what she thought a prostitute would be like, lowering her eyes and smiling seductively over her shoulder at Bill while they all laughed. "Let's see you do it, Sarah," Mona challenged. "Go ahead ... Pretend Harlan is a potential customer."
"No," Sarah said, shaking her head and turning a slow embarrassed crimson, "I couldn't do a thing like that."
Harlan pretended to be hurt. "What's the matter with me? Something wrong with me?"
"Oh, no!" Sarah replied quickly. "It's just that.. .-well, I've never done a thing like that before."
"I should hope not!" Bill said, and they all laughed.
"Come on," they all urged. What's so wrong with that? It's all in fun!"
Ssaah smiled embarrassedly down at her drink. How did all this get started, she wondered? They were such nice people, it was a lovely house and why not, why not just do it? After all, it was only in fun. An excited feeling seemed to shoot sensually through her body, and she could feel her sensitive vaginal lips swelling now around the wedged leg band of her soft wispy panties. It was pressing on the suddenly searing slit of her heated cunt and beginning to rub excitingly against her pulsating clitoris. She crossed her legs and squeezed them tight and felt a strange lewd thrill course wildly through her body. It was so powerful and dark that it frightened her. "All right," she said, not lifting her eyes. "Just in fun."
She drank once more, then lifted her eyes to see Harlan leaning on the bar, staring back at her with a serious look in his eyes. She gave him a slow provocative smile with her eyelids half closed, and she shocked herself by letting her lipsticked mouth open; slightly and wetting her lips with her tongue.
They all broke into laughter and began applauding her as she hid her face in her hands. "I don't know why Fm behaving this way!" she squealed.
"If you were a hooker, you wouldVe made me!" Harlan said.
"Let's have another round," Mona [aied. 'The party is getting interesting."
"No. I've had too much already," Sarah protested, pushing away from the bar. She couldn't look at Harlan. Something had happened when she had smiled at him as if she was a prostitute on the make. For a split second, she was on the make. It was the first time in her life she had done such a thing. For one wild moment she saw Harlan Thompson as an extremely handsome man, and she wanted him in a physical way. She was shaken, and all of them could tell by her firm tone that she wouldn't have anything more to drink.
Mona slipped off the bar stool. "Why don't we get more comfortable?" She led the way to the couch in front of the fireplace, and Sarah sat down on the exact spot where Mona had so obscenely sucked Bill's cock. "Good grief! I almost forgot about the candies, Harlan!" Mona excused herself and hurried out of the room.
Sarah sat silently, watching Harlan and Bill as they talked. Harlan was tall and heavy, and it looked as if he had a very powerful physique. She found herself wondering what kind of penis he had. Then she chided herself, as it just wasn't like her to think that way.
It was that insane itching so deep in her pussy. It was growing, too, and she thought of excusing herself, going to the bathroom and relieving it in some way. Yet how? Stick something up there? Her pretty face turned scarlet as she thought of what she could do. She squirmed uncomfortably against the couch, hoping her movement would provide some relief, but the salacious feeling seemed even more demanding than before.
Mona was back, a tray full of candies in her hand. "You really must try these. Harlan got them while shooting some film in the Middle East. I found them irresistible," Mona added with a wink.
Sarah selected one, took a bite and found the taste intriguing. It was a musky flavor, strong and piercingly sweet. There was a grainy taste too, as if some kind of fruit or vegetable had been ground up in the candy. "That's very good," she said, looking at Harlan and trying to hide her interest. "What do they call it?"
Harlan picked up another candy. "It's an Arab name I can't pronounce, but it means a mixture, like a kind of hash. They're all different... Here, try another." He held the tray out, and Sarah took another, biting into it. It was different. It had a kind of smoky alcohol flavor.
After finishing the second piece, she had to sigh to catch her breath, and, vaguely, she knew something was wrong. She looked around the room at her husband and the Thompsons. They were all silent and smiling at her, and the room seemed different somehow. It was difficult to concentrate, and she looked back at Bill, blinking. "What did you say?"
Bill laughed, and the laugh didn't sound like him. "I didn't say anything."
"You didn't? Who did?"
All three of them laughed and said, "Maybe it was you!"
It all seemed very funny, and she laughed hard, rocking on the couch and unconsciously allowing her dress to slip above her knees. She finally got control of herself and stopped laughing long enough to realize that the maddening itching had gone. In its place was a hot, wet feeling of hungering need! Under her dress, her moistly pulsating vagina was split wide now around the wet soaking band of her panties. Her loins were feverishly hot, and it was intolerably warm in the room. "What were we talking about?" she asked.
"I don't remember," Mona said, her voice getting deeper. "Oh, I was going to tell you! Harlan got a smoker film today!"
"Smoker?" Sarah asked, her eyes half closed.
"A stag film. Couples having sex. You know!"
"A stag film? You mean... a ... dirty picture?" Sarah asked.
"Yes! Have you ever seen one?" Mona asked with a kind of forced enthusiasm.
"No, no I haven't. I don't think I want to," Sarah replied stiffly.
"Mona, for God's sake," Harlan interrupted. "You're making me look like some kind of monster." He leaned forward and smiled at Sarah. "We discovered a kid using our lab and equipment to make this film, and we caught him and fired him. Until we know what to do with the film, I'm to keep it. I didn't want to leave it at work, and I made the mistake of telling old blabbermouth here when I brought it home."
"But I want to see it, and he won't let me," Mona said with a pout.
"Nothing doing," Harlan said. "If Bill wants to see it, fine, I'll run it for him. But not for you two."
Mona turned to Sarah. "Haven't you ever been just a little bit curious?" She had an impish look in her eyes. "Like when you wondered what prostitutes are like?"
"I... I don't know," Sarah said, her voice going vague. She had to concentrate to remember what it was she was voicing doubt about. She took another candy and smacked her lips over its sweetness.
"Enough of that," Harlan said to his wife. "Just Bill and me, that's all!"
"Listen, Mr. Thompson," his wife fired back, and Bill again saw the Mona who had sucked his wetly glistening cock in such a greedy, voracious way. "Don't be making rules without consulting or even considering me. I will not be treated like a servant or some second class citizen, and just be chased away!"
Harlan looked at her and laughed. "Okay, if you feel that strongly about it, what do you suggest?"
"Well, how about if the women watch it for a change while the men go play cards or drink coffee?"
Harlan looked at Bill then at Sarah. "Okay, I don't mind, but since you're being so fair, how about your guests? I mean they might not want to see it. Sarah, I think, isn't sophisticated enough for a thing like that."
Sarah sat in a lulling stupor, feeling her excited vagina pulsating incessantly with a tingling pleasure. But, Harlan's words and tone shot through her reverie like a cannonball through paper. The words stung deep, and she stared at him. She had liked him, been attracted to him, and now he was condescending to her in the very rudest way. Her vanity made her jut her pert little chin and say, "Nobody asked me, but I'd like to see this film with Mona."
Harlan shrugged and looked at Bill questioningly. "It's all right with me. How about you?"
"Sure, fine!"
"It's settled then. We'll go get some coffee while you girls live it up. Want me to set up the projector?"
Mona was flippant and flirting, her voice low and easy as she said, "You could be a gentleman and set the stag up!"
Sarah giggled nervously. The situation was out of hand, and she couldn't remember when or how it happened. Surely those drinks were more powerful than she had thought. Here she was, bluffed, bewildered, finding herself bristling at words and talking herself into watching a sex film. She didn't want to watch the film - and yet, she did. She did! Something in the back of her mind was asking; what is wrong with seeing it just once?
She couldn't concentrate long enough to think of an answer one way or another, for she was aware of a growing feeling spreading all through her smoldering body. It seemed to center in her pussy, an energy, a oddly demanding feeling of.... lust! She turned her head and smiled at Mona, who was looking at her intently. Mona's look, the dim lights suddenly around them and that overriding sensual feeling made her pump her hips ever so slightly, and she felt the tight elastic leg band of her panties rub thrillingly against her clitoris. ~
Bill watched Harlan push a button that lowered a screen in front of the fireplace. He was impressed. The large white square came from an almost invisible nitch in the ceiling, and it was all the more impressive as it appeared to be framed by the massive stone of the chimney. Then, when Harlan rolled a projector into position behind the large brown couch, Bill's attention reverted to his innocent young wife. , Sarah was taking another piece of candy from the tray, and all the time her full rounded hips moved slowly and so slightly it was barely perceptible. He watched her excitedly straining buttocks twist and writhe and undulate under her dress, and found his cock hardening as-if turning to stone. The Thompsons were actually succeeding! It was going to happen!
He knew the candy was laced with hashish, that it was making things easier, but that was so much the better, as he had eaten some too. His heart was pounding, and he wanted to get up, to take his aroused young wife home and ... yes, fuck her! A shudder ran through his body as he got up, and he knew that was what he not only wanted to do, it was what he was going , to do. Only, he didn't care about waiting to get home. He wanted to fuck her right then, while Harlan and Mona watched! But a hand on his shoulder interrupted his thoughts.
"Come on, you've been standing staring at your wife for minutes. Later," Harlan whispered, llien he spoke louder to the two women on the couch. "Well leave you alone now. You know how to start the projector," and he led BiH out of the room, closing the door behind them.
"Where did they go?" Sarah questioned when noticing she was alone with Mona.
"They'll find something to do. Maybe watch TV." She winked at Sarah. "I'll lock the door so they can't disturb us. Aren't you excited? I wonder what it will be like?"
Sarah looked at the screen and remembered. "Yes, I've never seen one." A delicious sense of doing something forbidden came over her. As Mona went over and locked the door, Sarah tried to think about the stag film and what it would be Eke. It was so hard to think, so hard to keep her~ hips and buttocks still. She simply had to get some relief! Mona dimmed the lights to a faint glow, and Sarah glanced down to see that her short dress was well up above her knees. Darting a glance over her shoulder, she saw Mona bending over the projector. Quickly, she slipped her hand under her dress, hooking the leg band of her white bikini panties with one finger, and she pulled it away from her hotly throbbing pussy lips. In the process, her finger touched the excited, fluted edges of her passion-drenched cunt and wandered over her hot tingling clitoris causing a deep lascivious thrill to run through her entire body. She gritted her teeth and pulled her hand away, as the projector started and a cone of light stabbed .across the room. Scratches appeared on the screen, and then a shot of what looked like a cheap motel room appeared.
It came into sharp focus as Mona adjusted the picture. Then she came and sat next to Sarah on the couch, holding her hand and squeezing it. without thinking, Sarah squeezed back. A small, dark-haired girl appeared on the screen, walking into camera view, reaching behind her and casually unclasping her dress. She stripped quickly, turning to look at a man who was then stepping into the camera frame and also undressing.
. Sarah felt her breath coming heavily, and her palms were sweaty as the pretty young girl stripped naked. The camera seemed to prowl the girl's petite body, focusing on her curving young breasts, which were rounded but not too big, and at her girlishly shaped hips and then zoomed in for a close-up of her dark, curly pubic hair and the beginning slit of her moist pink vagina. The girl moved to the man and helped him get undressed. He seemed rough and crude, and for some reason this excited Sarah. The teenager was undoing his pants, unzipping and pulling them down, and kneeling subserviently as she did so. Then, naked, on her knees in front of the man, she pulled his shorts down, and Sarah gasped as she saw his swaying cock and heavily hanging balls in a close-up. His penis was half erect as the girl seized and began to play teasingly with it. Arching her back, she ran the rapidly inflating cock all over her full, white breasts, then sank lower, and opening her young mouth, she let her tongue snake out and lick it. Sarah took a deep sharp breath and nervously squeezed Mona's hand.
The intensely licking teenager in the picture closed her eyes, and as the camera came in for a close-up she opened her soft, pouty lips. The now massively solid cock slid into her warmly waiting mouth, and she sucked, her red lips tightening eagerly around the thick shaft of flesh. Sarah stiffened as Mona put an arm around her, and she turned to see Mona's face right next to hers, so close she could smell Mona's perfume. "Did you see that?" the young blonde wife asked in a faintly quivering voice.
"Yes. Does that excite you?" Mona asked, her tone more suggestive than questioning.
"Yes. No I... I don't know," Sarah replied, and she couldn't keep her eyes from the screen. The virile-looking man had lain back on the bed, his hairy legs hanging over one corner and spread demandingly apart. The young girl was bending to her task, her head bobbing up and down as her wetly ovalled lips slid the length of the man's long rigid cock, leaving it glistening and slippery. She shifted her knees, spreading her legs obscenely wide apart. She had smooth, well-formed thighs, and her free hand ran across them before finally settling on her moistened young vagina.
Sarah's mouth was open and dry as she stared at the screen. The whole thing she was watching was obscene and lewd, depraved beyond belief. She couldn't believe that two people would behave that way in private, let alone in public for all to see. It was simultaneously disgusting and fascinating and as the adolescent brunette began to pump and gyrate her own small rounded hips it was overpoweringly exciting. The heated feeling that had spread so relentlessly through the drugged young wife's body seemed to have been waiting for such an opportunity to really explode and Sarah felt great inundating waves of sinful excitement and desire; sweeping over her. Whether it was the heat of the room, the proximity of the other woman or just her own depraved arousal, she felt herself breaking out in a sweat. A tiny droplet trickled ticklishly down her stomach, snaked its way slowly through her sparse pubic hair and found its searing way to her swollen and inflamed cunt.
Sarah ground her buttocks down into the couch, trying desperately to rid herself of the shameful torment, but as she twisted and moved, it only aroused her even more. She sat staring helplessly at the screen, grinding her hips into the couch while the producer's wife had her arm around her shoulders and was squeezing her hand.
"What's the matter?" Mona asked in a half whisper.
Sarah laughed embarrassedly. "Nothing. Just... what they're doing."
Mona was looking at her, only nodding toward the screen. It excited her to see the young woman's arousal. "You find it stimulating, don't you?"
Dumbly, Sarah nodded as she saw the man pull the young actress's head away, and the girl moved on top, straddling his huge body in a kneeling position. The camera panned quickly around to catch her fanning naked buttocks in a close-up. Sarah saw her tight puckered anus and her wetly glistening cunt as she rubbed the thick bulging cock-head up and down the full length of her wet pink slit.
The blonde wife was twisting frantically in her seat more and more as she felt the moans and groans of frustration and desire building in her throat. With a suddenness that startled her, Mona jumped up and went to the machine and turned if off. Sarah sat up, staring at her. "Something wrong?"
With a throaty chuckle, Mona came back to the couch. "Plenty. I never realized it, but this stuff is exciting. It's so hot in here and I'm so uncomfortable, I want to take off some clothes. You're uncomfortable, too. Why don't you take something off. That dress must be hot!"
"Do you think we dare?" Sarah asked, darting a look at the door.
"It's locked. They can't get in." She pulled her sweater off over her head and stood in a black half brassiere that made her full, roundly formed breasts billow out Quickly she stepped out of her dowdy tweed skirt to reveal tiny black bikini panties that were hardly more than a G-string. Sarah, hesitated, trying not to think. Yet to see so much of the older brunette's milky white flesh framed by her skimpy black panties, overflowing brassiere and raven hair was as exciting, in its own way, as the film. Obscenity, nakedness, was on her mind. Before she could summon her thoughts, Mona was kneeling in front of her, saying, "God, do I feel better. Here, let me help you."
The older woman was reaching behind the young wife, her curvaceous breasts quivering jelly-like right in front of Sarah's face as she unzipped the back of Sarah's dress and pulled it down to reveal her white lacy brassiere and full lissome breasts. Still kneeling, she giggled girlishly as she helped the shapely blonde to her feet and pulled the dress hurriedly down until it was a useless heap around her ankles.
Sarah responded without thinking, letting Mona make the decisions. An odd excitement came over as Mona kneeled in front of her, her hungry look slowly taking in all that was so enticingly revealed. The insurance adjustor's innocent wife stood in her high heels, stockings and garter belt, panties and brassiere ... and nothing more. Softly, in a low voice that sent a spasm of pleasure through the curvaceous blonde, Mona said, "You have a beautiful body."
Sarah couldn't answer. There was something so weird about the way the other woman was taking in her half-naked body and running her fingers, like soft tickling feathers, up and down the back of her nylon-covered legs. She shivered uncontrollably and was about to back off when without warning, the older brunette reached out and slowly pulled her panties down to reveal her sparse blonde pubic hair.
Mona was looking at her naked vagina with a steady burning gaze, and Sarah felt totally powerless to move. In her drugged mind, it was pleasing as she felt her silky panties slipping smoothly lower and lower under Mona's gentle tugging. One final tug and the panties fell free, and she stood nakedly exposed, not able to help pumping her hips ever so slightly. It was obscene to do, but it felt so good!
Chapter Seven
Bill followed Harlan away from the party room feeling sullen. If he hadn't been so drugged, he would have complained loud and long about leaving the women alone just when it seemed something was going to happen. But for the moment at least, he was willing to let his experienced host take charge.
They walked upstairs to the bar off the dining room where Harlan mixed them a fresh drink. Bill silently gulped it down, then waited impatiently while his host sipped the cloudy liquid. Finally, Harlan waved his hand, gesturing for Bill to again follow. They returned downstairs, and just when Bill thought they would return to the party room, Harlan produced a key and opened a nearby door.
The array of electronic equipment stunned Bill, his mouth hanging open as he surveyed the small room. "What goes? Is this what I think?" Bill asked, his voice failing to hide his surprise.
"That depends on what you think," Harlan answered as he flipped the master switch. "Just watch."
In a moment, two monitor television receivers glowed brightly, and in another second, Bill realized he was looking at two clear pictures of his wife and Mona. A number of questions came to mind, but even in his drugged condition, he was able to answer most for himself. It didn't take much to figure that Harlan had watched the day he and Mona were together on that same couch, or for that matter, where the cameras were hidden. All that might have mattered before, but now Bill was too excited to care about anything but watching.
Thompson's wife was standing in front of the couch stripping slowly down to her panties and brassiere, and Bill felt his cock leaping to life in his pants. Damn, she had a wild figure, and that little black G-string only made her all the more alluring. She was standing with her back to the camera, and Bill feasted on the nakedly curving cheeks of her buttocks, admiring the way the black material seemed to cling to her flesh and burrow into the deep narrow crevice of her buttocks.
Now she was kneeling in front of his own wife and helping her undress. Bill sat forward in his seat, his knuckles white as he watched his formerly prudish wife undress and stand up facing the camera. She was moving as if she were under water and had no will left of her own; she was just standing there, an absent-minded sensual smile on her face as Mona ran her hands lightly over her nylon-smooth legs. "Here comes the end," Bill said between set teeth.
"What do you mean?" Harlan said out of the corner of his mouth.
"I mean trouble. Sarah won't go for that!"
Harlan shook his head in a kind of disgusted resignation. "It strikes me that you're the one who is troubled. Listen." He glared at Bill. "Women are sexual creatures. Put them in the right mood and environment, they'd fuck a snake. Sarah is a very sexual woman, and it's no credit to you that you don't realize it. After tonight, the floodgates will be open. We're going to break her down tonight, commit her so far she can't turn back. We'll break down her inhibitions to the point where she'll let loose. In fact, although she doesn't know it yet, she's already past the point of no return. Now shut up and watch."
Sarah was standing and, even as they talked, Bill could see Mona running her hands lasciviously over his wife's long lithe legs. Then, as he held his breath, Mona reached out and started pulling down her little white panties, and
Sarah actually lifted her arms away in a kind of passive permission. Harlan leaned back in his chair. "Yes, sir, I'm really going to enjoy fucking your wife. Some figure. Some hot little body."
Sarah was looking down, at her own enticingly naked pussy mound, at her soft pubic hair, at Mona's hands on her smooth white hips, and finally at Mona, whose eyes were half closed and her expression serious, intent. It seemed as if she were leaning nearer to the other woman, coming submissively closer each second. Again Mona's hands slid sensually up and down her thighs. "You have a very lovely body, Sarah. Why do you hide? God, if I had your figure, I'd flaunt it."
Slowly Mona got to her feet, standing suggestively close to Sarah, the taller of the two. She smiled and said, "I bet you've got lovely breasts. May I see them?" Without waiting for an answer, she reached her arms around Sarah and unsnapped her lacy white brassiere. Instantly, Sarah's breasts seemed to swell and leap sensuously free as the restraining brassiere came loose and Mona took it off her smooth shoulders.
Mona's eyes glittered avidly as she took in the firm naked breasts with their sharp pointed nipples. "God, Sarah, darling, what a.
magnificent figure. Turn around, let me look at you."
Obediently, Sarah turned slowly around, showing Mona every inch of her curvaceous young body. Mona laughed and backed off, shaking her head. "We'd better watch the picture. If I was a man, I'd be all over you."
Sarah felt pleased and wildly excited by the words of praise. It was a new and arousing thing to have another woman admire her voluptuous body in such a sensual but honest way. It was a new thing to her to be totally naked in the presence of another attractive woman. My God, she thought, looking down at herself, I am naked! How did this happen? She looked at Mona, who had that strange excited expression on her face again. "Have we gone too far?" she asked in a vague, foggy way.
Mona laughed and shook her head. "Just comfortable. Don't you feel better?"
"Yes, she laughed. "And you have a great figure yourself."
"Why, thank you," Mona cooed. "I'm pleased that you noticed." She walked back to the projector in long strides, her firmly ripened breasts bouncing with each step. There was a metallic click and the film began running again. Then Mona was back at Sarah's side, and they sat down on the couch close together, holding hands, their curving hips and thighs warmly touching.
Up on the screen, the teenage girl was kneeling over the man, running his long, hard cock lustfully up and down the hot moist indentation of her glistening cuntal slit. Then holding the erectly jerking penis in place, she slowly began to lower her youthful body, sinking down on the hard pulsating shaft as the swollen head spread her hair-lined pussy lips. Slowly the thick, upstanding cock disappeared from sight as she took it deeper and deeper into her tight little cunt. The dark-haired, intense girl began to undulate her hips shamelessly up and down as the camera moved in for a close-up of the action, and the two women watched in silence, their breathing heavy. The moistened and gleaming cock drove smoothly in and out of the girl's hotly clasping pussy as her young body slowly gyrated and rippled in a dance of ecstasy.
Sarah gradually became aware of Mona's hands on her own naked body, skimming over the firmly molded whiteness of her thighs and stomach. She couldn't move as she felt her responding body begin to throb crazily with a lewd unholy desire. This was all wrong, yet she didn't seem to care. What she did care about was the increasingly wild feeling in her sensually awakened body. She gasped when she felt Mona's hands gently cup her huge resilient breasts and fondle them while her thumbs rubbed her lust-hardened nipples and sent spasms of exquisite lewd pleasure racing through her body.
She tore her gaze from the screen and looked into Mona's face in a guilty stupor. "Should we be doing this?" she asked weakly.
Mona's face was close to hers, and she could feel the brunette's hot breath on her cheek. Her expression was wanton and wild. Mona hadn't been watching the film. "I can't take my eyes off your body," she whispered.softly. "Let me be good to you."
In the other room, Bill was on his feet, the blood racing through his veins as his heart pounded wildly. He saw Sarah, his innocent young wife, close her eyes in rapture and let her head fall back on the couch as Mona continued to lesbianically ibndle her quivering breasts. Harlan was leaning forward, hurriedly manipulating controls, and with the aid of the zoom lens, they saw a close-up of the two women's aroused faces. "Won't be long now," he said in a low, excited voice.
Bill watched, unbelieving, his mouth gaped open, as the older woman leaned toward his blonde wife and kissed her full on the lips with a moist open mouth. Their lips parted slowly, completely relaxed, clinging together in a sensous way, and he saw Mona's tongue snake out and lick erotically into his wife's mouth. And Sarah opened her mouth unresistingly in lewd surrender.
Back in the party room, Mona was gradually forcing the younger girl down, twirling her tongue teasingly in her warm receiving mouth and feeling the exotic electrifying response of the other's tongue coming alive. Sarah moaned with delight, falling over on her side and onto her back. Mona's mouth and tongue pulled away from the forbidden kiss and licked her chin, then her long graceful throat. Her teeth nibbled playfully at her shoulder, then her tongue made a hot wet trail on down to her swelling breast. Sarah felt her body trembling with sinful desire, and she moaned out loud as the tip of Mona's warm tongue flicked out over one lewdly distended nipple.
Then Mona's groping hands were all over her incredibly soft body, and she was on top of Sarah's nakedness, her mouth closing over the spiked out nipple and sucking hard. The astounded blonde wife moaned with wanton delight and thrust up her pelvis involuntarily. One of Mona's hands slipped down over her tautiy rippling belly, fingers turning inward between her cream-like thighs as her teeth bit the sensitive nipple in a hard sensuous way. Then she moved her mouth to the other breast as Sarah put her arms around her neck and groaned delightedly, looking down to see full feminine lips sucking greedily at her nipple.
"Oh," she said breathlessly. "Oooooohhh!" she echoed in a long sigh.
Mona stopped long enough to lie full length on top of her, the light weight of her smaller body gentle and exciting, her hand still searching with her fingers gradually wedging their way into the wet pink slit of Sarah's pulsating young cunt. She put her full-lipped mouth next to Sarah's ear and whispered, "Do you like that, darling?"
Without hesitation, as if in a dream, her eyes closed, Sarah hissed, "Yessssss!"
"Want me to please you some more? I want to. You have such a lovely body."
"Yessssss! Oh, yesssss! You can do anything you want!"
Mona took her hand away and sat up long enough to slip out of her black brassiere and panties, and Sarah opened her eyes to see all of the brunette's nakedly curving loveliness. There was something so lewd and arousingly bold in the way she moved. She, too, was excited, and her full firm hips were pumping back and forth licentiously. Sarah's dark blue eyes turned to the screen where the teenage girl was now lying prone on top of the man, his huge cock buried all the way to the hilt in her wetly heated cunt, and her white, widespread buttocks twitching as she squirmed over him. Sarah's head was swimming at so much going on, and all of it so obscene and arousing. How could she ever let Bill know she'd done such things?
Before she had a chance to think at all, Mona was pressing on top of her again, and she felt the long, naked length of the older woman's shapely body and her hot soft flesh drubbing lustfully on hers. Their enormously formed breasts met and ballooned together, and she could feel Mona's softly curling pubic hair mixing with her own. Their hungry mouths locked together in a deep pagan kiss, and Mona's legs were passionately pushing hers apart.
She let Mona wedge her slender legs between hers, willingly parting her delicately curving thighs, letting them spread as wide as possible until finally one leg fell onto the floor while she swung the other one wantonly up over the back of the couch.
Sarah felt loose and abandoned, like a prostitute, a common whore. Worse than that, she felt like a completely amoral creature totally capable of keeping up this kind of obscene pleasure and torment all night long. She held her breath as her legs split salaciously wide, and she could feel her burning cunt wide open and throbbing in a lewd eagerness. Then she tensed as she felt Mona's soft cuntal hair rubbing lustfully up and down her wide-splayed pussy, thrilling her as the curling wisps tickled and tingled and grew wet from her own obscene excitement. Mona bore down, pumping her hips harder, rubbing sensually over the blonde's erect little clitoris, causing Sarah to open her mouth and let out a long low sigh.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Thompson's wife rubbed back and forth, supporting herself over the innocent blonde's spread-eagled body by her arms, their full generous breasts touching with Mona's nipples skimming side to side, driving Sarah rapidly toward ecstasy. The drugged young wife had never felt this way before in her whole life. It was so good! It was too good, and she could no longer control her actions. Her straining hips thrust up eagerly, and she bent her knees to spread her hair-lined loins wider and got even more of a depraved thrill as she cupped the naked brunette's buttocks and pulled her down tighter to her loins.
That insane itching had now become an uncontrollable burning desire, and she pumped her hips lewdly, wildly, calling to Mona in what seemed another voice. "Oh, I like that! Do it! I love it! I love it! Do anything you want!"
"You want more, do you?" Mona's voice was low, and there was something simultaneously menacing and thrilling in the husky way she spoke.
"Yessss, oh, yesssss!"
The producer's wife's weight was gone, and Sarah opened her eyes with a desperate little cry of disappointment. She raised her head to look and see Mona crouched between her shamelessly widespread legs, the brunette's proud breasts swinging and face just a few scant inches above her hungrily quivering cunt. A quick glance at the screen showed the older man and the young girl sprawled naked on the bed now. With the man on top, the intense adolescent girl was writhing as his long, hard cock fucked smoothly between her wide-parted legs and disappeared into her hotly clasping cunt. The excited couple locked together and moved in an obscenely slow rolling motion.
"Aaaaaagggghhhh!" Sarah let out a full-throated cry as she felt Mona's tongue slice into her wet, splayed-out pussy and lick hotly across her stiff sensitive clitoris. The spasms of pleasure that shot rapidly through her nakedly besieged body were searing and sweet. She pulled her knees back still farther as her hands moved eagerly down, forcing her rounded, full breasts together. Her fingers tangled in Mona's thick black hair, and she pulled the woman's wetly heated mouth down into her passion-drenched cunt.
Mona responded by snaking her tongue into the warm slick recesses of the frantic young wife's cuntal furrow, and Sarah moaned with delight as she pumped her hips lasciviously, wildly, not caring what she did so long as that maddening tongue continued to dart in and out of her sweetly pulsating cunt.
Sarah was sweating now, her head thrown back, mouth open with wild animal sounds coming from her throat, and her entire naked body writhing and undulating as Mona's tongue fucked expertly in and out and licked at the pink inner lips of her sizzling cunt. It was almost as if she could feel the cum gathering in her tensing loins like thick, hot lava. She wanted to build this fantastic feeling to the point where she exploded and came in a hot beautifully shattering orgasm, over and over again.
A remote part of her mind heard the door unlock, and through her half-closed eyes, she saw figures gather around the couch. Her drug-fogged vision couldn't see who they were, but she knew they must be men. It must be Bill! She didn't care - let him watch, let the whole damn world watch!
Then Mona was gone, torn from her tight grasp, and she looked up to see her lovely raven-haired seductress being pulled to the floor while someone crouched waiting behind her. Then she felt a heavy masculine body moving anxiously on top of her, a hard naked body, and she grasped it, a greedy animal sound choking in her throat, as she murmured, "Bill! Do it! Do it!"
A low, hard chuckle made her open her blue eyes wide. Above her, on top of her frantically hungering body, was the grinning face of Harlan Thompson!
"Nooooooo!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. The shock sobered her up temporarily, and she looked around her with her eyes wide, a look of horror on her pretty face. She pushed at Harlan with superhuman strength, forcing him back for a moment. On the screen, the movie was still going on with the young girl lying sprawled on her back on the bed, the camera shooting up between her tapered legs at her passion-glistening cunt, and above, the man was crouched over her and fucking her wildly in the mouth.
On the floor she saw her husband, entirely naked, thrusting his hard, erect penis between the full, cream-white thighs of Mona who was bent over dog-fashion on all fours. "Noooooo!" she wailed again. In a flash it all came to her, all the deception and the impossible fact that her own husband Bill was in on the. whole thing. It was a trick! The door was supposed to be locked, yet the two heatedly aroused men were here! "Nooooooo!" she screamed again, flailing out angrily with her fists.
The heavily-muscled producer seized her wrists and held her in a viselike grip, calling out of the corner of his mouth, "Help me, will you? Bill, Mona, NOW!"
Instantly, the adulterous pair scrambled to their feet and looked down as nakedly helpless Sarah struggled and cried out incoherently. Bill looked worried and said, "I knew it wouldn't work, I warned you!"
"It has!" Harlan snarled. "Just shut up and grab hold of her legs!"
Mona reacted immediately, seizing one of the frantically struggling young wife's ankles and pulling her long leg wide. Sarah screamed, her voice hoarse, as she fought with all of her frightened strength. Bill stood watching her, seeing her struggles, watching her lovely defenseless body twist and turn, her firmly ripened breasts quiver and bounce as her head thrashed back and forth. Something in her helpless movements aroused him beyond belief. It was sexual and sadistic and exciting, he thought, seizing his wife's other ankle and pulling her kicking leg wide. Harlan let go of her wrists and sat back to look at her. "Well," he said, "That's'more like it."
Sarah's struggles were rapidly diminishing. The shock of discovering her own loving husband had been a part of this trick was making her more confused. She was angry, occasionally aroused to another struggle, but nothing seemed to dampen the intense fire raging in her heated cunt. She lay with her legs obscenely split apart. Held firmly by Mona and Bill, she could only look around with eyes that didn't completely focus.
"Just hold her for awhile so I can get a good look at her," Harlan said, a twisted grin on his face.
The betrayed wife lay with her pussy mouth exposed, and the television producer took his thumbs, fighting away her hands, and spread wide the pink fluted edges of ner wetly glistening vaginal lips. They all looked at the deep blushing pink of her quivering cunt that shone moistly with excitement. "This is going to be interesting," Harlan growled. "I like them with some fight. Keep holding her legs until her shock subsides - then she'll be fighting to get fucked some more!"
Sarah felt the room reeling around her. It was as if the Thompsons and her husband were really devils, determined to destroy her. It was all so unreal, a nightmare, and she closed her eyes, praying she would wake up. In closing her eyes, she became more aware of her aroused body and of the strange man's fingers spreading her vulnerable wet cunt. Oh God, it felt good! Again there was that itch, deeper and wilder than before, and Harlan's thumbs caressing her sensitive pleasure bud, further igniting the raging fire in her loins. Despite every effort of her fast-waning will, she found that she simply had to pump her hips. She had to move her buttocks, to roll and gyrate!
"Ahhh." Harlan's voice was a deep, satisfied sigh. "See? I told you. You want me to fuck you, don't you Sarah?"
Sarah refused to answer, her body restless, not fighting now, but needing ... wanting! She opened her wide smoky blue eyes and saw the motion picture screen where the couple was standing now, the dark intense girl with her back to the man spreading her trim youthful legs and bending invitingly over all the way while the man held her by the hips and slowly sank his long thick penis in her tight little cunt from behind. It looked so exciting, so good! She was reminded of the last time she and Bill had sex. How he had forced'her to kneel and take him from behind, and how she had almost reached an orgasm for the very first time in her life.
"Answer me!" Harlan snapped.
She tore her eyes away from the screen to look blankly at the producer. What had he said?
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
She looked around her. Mona had one of her long lithe legs and was caressing it, lasciviously running her hand all the way up her smoothly curved thigh. Bill, naked and excited, had slung her other leg over the back of the couch, and she was obscenely naked as she writhed and lolled about, her defenseless young pussy inflamed with a wild desire. They wanted her to do it, and she wanted to do it. Do it in front of her husband and Mona! "Y-yes," she said, her voice trembling.
"Say it! Say you want to be fucked," Harlan insisted.
"I-I... want to ... be ... fucked!" The lewd words stung the air like a bullet shattering glass. Suddenly her mind snapped. It was the first time she had ever said the sinful word, and it sent delicious dark thrills cracking through her body. And it was an arousing word and idea. "Yes!" she exclaimed, looking around. "Fuck me, fuck me with all your might. Fuck me, all of you tuck me!"
She was fighting again, but this time she was fighting with a wanton abandon, voluntarily splitting her legs even wider. She looked down at Harlan's hairy groin as he was getting on top of her waiting body, and her eyes widened. Never has she seen such a big, thick cock! It would be too much! Yet, panting, eager, she wanted it, she wanted it more than anything in the world. Her hand was between her parted legs, wildly groping for the long fleshy shaft as Harlan mounted her.
She felt it, and a shudder ran excitedly through her. God, it was so thick she could barely get her lingers around it! Clasping it was like trying to squeeze a steel bar! She felt the huge rounded head push massively against her wetly waiting cunt and begin to spread her vaginal lips. She began panting lightly and fast, her smoldering body covered with a fine film of sweat. Bill and Mona let go of her legs, and Mona kneeled next to the couch, her face inches from Sarah's deeply heaving breasts. Bill was behind her in an instant, his eyes glazed with lust, and he knelt down rapidly between Mona's widespread thighs, ready to ram his huge, throbbing cock between her parted legs. The producer's wife reached back to guide the long heavy penis to her heatedly hungry cunt, but neither, she nor Bill ever took, their lust-filled eyes away from the nakedly intertwining bodies of Sarah and Harlan.
The producer ran his thick bulging cock-head up and down the slit of her wetly glistening cunt, and Sarah tried to arch up and capture him. The monstrous head pressed forward a little, spreading her tight young cunt until the full, hair-lined lips were stretched thin. Then he leaned his heavy weight and pushed, and his thick pulsating cock was like a monster snowplow, dividing all in its way.
Sarah felt giddy, dizzy, her eyes rolling around to see the screen and the couple in the stag film still wildly fucking, the girl falling face down on the bed while the man plunged into her from behind with insane abandon. And as if part of a mirror image, kneeling behind Mona's round, uplifted buttocks was her own husband, see-sawing his hips back and forth as he hammered his long stiff cock into the brunette's willingly offered cunt. They were both watching her, watching as Harlan's thick mammoth penis was filling her tight little vagina, stretching it to the limit. It was so obscene, so lewd, so exciting! Gone was all her moralizing! They were just animals, and they were fucking!
"Fuck me," she murmured in a feverish way. "Fuck me hard!"
Cruelly, Harlan drove his long pounding cock home, the bulbous head making a loud sensual sound as it sank deep and spread her tightly clasping cunt. It hurt, it was so huge! Yet the pain mingled with the rapidly building pleasure dorve her on to more desperate heights. She could already feel a massive explosion building steadily in her like floodwaters behind a giving dam. Harlan began sawing faster in and out, sinking deeper with each long brutal thrust, lifting her up off the couch and then cruelly pushing her shapely buttocks down into it again.
She had never had a fucking like this! Her taut, young cunt was stretched so tight around his thick, throbbing cock that she felt like she was clinging to it; he seemed to pull her clasping vaginal walls out as he withdrew and then roll them smoothly back in again with each new vicious thrust. Gradually he was increasing the rhythm and depth of his lunges, and Sarah felt her eyes rolling uncontrollably around in her head until they were unfocused. It was so delicious, so sensually perverse to be fucked this way.
Bill gaped at his wife and Harlan as the man sliced his stiff throbbing cock into Sarah's excitedly quivering depths. To see her that way, willingly fucking with a near stranger and loving it, aroused him to a fevered pitch of passion he'd never experienced before. Her blonde, hair-lined cuntal slit seemed to hungrily chew up Harlan's thick cock, clasping it, pulling and squeezing as the television producer fucked her senseless. It was so depraved, so thrilling to see his wife fucked while he was himself fucking the man's wife, and he slammed his strong hips forward, knowing he couldn't hold back his rapidly mounting orgasm much longer. He glanced down at Mona's white, churning buttocks, the widespread crevice where her tiny, puckered anus was gasping with each of his long, hard thrusts into her warmly welcoming cunt. She was one hot bitch, and he shoved a finger into her tight little anus, wanting to bring her to a rapid and explosive climax.
Harlan was dominating Bill's wife completely, and she gave in, relaxed, letting her helplessly aroused body do what it wanted as she writhed and bucked in time to his deep wanton fucking. She saw lewd crazy images of the couple screwing on the screen. Her young husband grinding his hips vigorously back and forth seemed to move in time to the savage skewering thrusts she herself was receiving from the producer. Raven-haired Mona was wild-eyed, her face only inches away, and suddenly she leaned closer still, her full sensual mouth closing over and sucking in Sarah's erectly trembling nipple. The young blonde tangled her fingers in Mona's hair, pulling her face, her warm sensuous lips and wildly twirling tongue hard against her throbbing breast, delighting in this added pleasure. "Oooooh, God!" she moaned ecstatically. "Fuck meeeee!"
She had thought she was being fucked before, but now Harlan really let loose his virile strength and his ramrod cock sank its entire pulsing length, banging hurtfully against her cervix, causing her to whine and cry out in pain. The pain mounted, becoming unbearable, and she was near crying out, begging him to stop, when the pain seemed to crest, to reach its peakwhere it held, lewdly searing her, then toppled and fell the long dark way down into the ecstatic floodwaters of her rising orgasm. There it seemed to hiss, acting as a catalyst, sending her orgasm shooting through her body and darting at the speed of light into her brain. It seemed to almost tear the top of her head off, transforming her whole violentely contorting body into one great orgasm. She quivered rapturously all over and thrust her gyrating buttocks up, begging for more. "I . . . I . . . I'mmmmm c-c-cuuumnimniiiiinnnngggg!"
"Yes yes yes!" Bill shouted, his violent frenzy peaked in the tip of his hammering cock and rebounded to his heavily swinging balls, his cum shooting outward, pumping and splashing deep inside Mona's grinding, rippling cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Mona answered against Sarah's shaking breast while her own orgasm erupted in euphonic rolling contractions around Bill's furiously jerking cock. Her tongue lashed the tautly stiffened nipple in her mouth, her working buttocks gyrated and circled as she heard her husband's loud coarse groan signal his beginning climax.
With maniacal strength, Harlan lunged his hips downward, his cum-heavy balls slapping hard into the split crevice of the young wife's buttocks as he sank the full length of his crazily jerking cock far up into her quivering belly. "And his white hot cum fired from the swollen tip, searing Sarah's convulsingly boiling cunt and bringing her to even greater heights of animalistic furor.
She rocked and jerked and quivered unreservedly beneath the onslaught of climaxing passion as they all grunted and groaned in their simultaneous orgasms. The very air reeked of lust and sexual madness, stinging at every pore and opening in their passion-heated bodies until exhaustion took control, and the film ended, the reel slapping around and around as the screen went white.
Chapter Eight
Four days of silent recrimination was more than he could bear. Bill wanted to kick himself for having been such a fool that past Friday night. Why hadn't he listened instead of succumbing to petty jealousy?
Harlan had warned him, but he had to know it all, he had to quit for his own narrow reasons. And little did he suspect that things hadn't gone quite far enough. But they hadn't! That fact had become only too apparent almost the moment he had gotten Sarah home.
He had thought all was right, that his wife was no longer a slave to puritan morality. She had seemed to be in such a wild state after the fucking she'd received from Harlan, that he could only think to take her home. He was . excited, aroused like never before, and he had ideas, plans that would have satisfied him if they had worked out He had thought-he would no longer be needing the help of the Thompsons, and anyway, he was unsure he would be willing to share his wife ever again. Unfortunately for him, however, his plans didn't work out.
By the time he got Sarah home, the effects of the drugged candy and absinthe had just about worn off. And suddenly, Sarah was lashing out at him, blaming him for everything that had happened that evening. Bill knew that she had gone over the edge, that her true nature had come out, but what he hadn't taken into account was the fact that she had an excuse. In remaining true to her puritan ethic, she was able to blame her actions on the drugs and trickery.
Bill thought he could ride it out, that once he got her in a sexual situation her fires would again be ignited. But in the four days since that Friday night, he had gotten nothing but silence. He was horny and becoming rapidly desperate, and so while between making claim adjustments, he stopped at a pay phone and dialed Mona.
Her voice alone was enough to make his cock twitch eagerly in his pants, and he swallowed before speaking, his needs coming before his pride. "Mona? Bill Cole here ... I, ah, have been meaning to call..."
Mona cut him off saying, "It's not going right, Bill, isn't that so? I've been expecting to hear from you."
He was caught off guard, and he gave up any idea of false pretense. "It's been terrible, and
I'm going crazy ... Harlan was right, I shouldn't have taken her home when I did," he said forlornly.
"So now you're calling for help ... But you're too late," Mona announced.
Bill was shocked and completely missed the hint of iiumor in her voice. He'd thought for sure that they would do something for him. "But! I-M'm afraid I... "
"You really are in a bad way," Mona again interrupted. "Harlan and I spoke to Sarah just a few minutes ago. We're having a party for special friends tonight, and Sarah accepted the invitation for both of you!"
"She has?" Bill didn't think Sarah would ever willingly go to the Thompson's house again.
"Harlan told her about a commercial producer who's anxious to meet her. There are many advantages to belonging to our little group, but then you knew that, didn't you?" Mona was having fun at Bill's expense.
"I'm amazed and - and grateful... I don't know how I can thank you," Bill gasped.
"Oh yes you do! Just be sure you look me up first when you get here," Mona said, her voice becoming sexy and low. "Then you can thank me while Harlan introduces your wife to the man who'll make her famous!"
When Bill hung up he was both excited and confused, and when he got home that evening his feelings didn't lessen. To his further amazement, Sarah was all ready to go to the party, and she was speaking to him again, though somewhat cooly. Not wanting to press his luck, he changed his clothes slowly, leaving just enough time to drive to Encino and arrive at the proper moment.
On the way, Bill was able to guess what motivated Sarah to accept the invitation of the Thompsons. Though they hardly conversed, it became very apparent that Sarah was mostly impressed with the social benefits, and Bill figured she was unaware of the true nature of the party. It was the opportunity to mix with the so-called right people that prompted his wife to overlook their last visit with Harlan and Mona. And Bill thought, so much the better! He was anxious now to have Sarah humiliated once and for all and bring a final end to her phony morals.
This time the door was opened by a young and attractively uniformed maid, and on entering the house, they discovered many people gathered around. Bill was pleased and excited to see so many sexy women there, but remembering his earlier conversation with Mona, he thought to find her before exploring further fields. With Sarah in tow, Bill walked downstairs to the now familiar party room, and he quickly spotted Mona over by the bar. He headed toward the bar, but before they were half-way, Mona saw them and ran with open arms.
"So good of you to come!" Mona exclaimed in a low voice. Then quite purposely, she kissed both Sarah and Bill in a way that was more than friendly.
No longer shocked by anything Mona did, Bill was glad to let her take charge. They were whisked over to the bar where drinks were placed in their hands, and then Mona was introducing them to everyone standing or seated nearby. Instantly, Sarah was caught up in the social amenities, and Bill noted that she was so busy being friendly, she didn't pay any attention to what she was drinking, or for that matter, how much.
Strangely, Harlan seemed to be missing, or at least out of sight, and a half-hour went by, drinking and talking, before Sarah inquired of him. By then, Bill was feeling extremely hot and anxious to get off somewhere with Mona, as the drinks they were having, though different in flavor from the ones they'd had on their last visit, were obviously loaded. He vaguely wondered if Sarah was asking for Harlan out of curiosity or because she too was feeling aroused from the drinks?
"Oh my God!" Mona exclaimed. "Harlan's in the other room, and I was supposed to send you in there! He wanted you to meet someone, and it completely slipped my. mind." She was being overly dramatic, but Sarah didn't seem concerned about it. "It's the first door on the -left," Mona added, pointing down the hall.
Sarah excused herself, anxious to find Harlen, and the moment sh� was gone, Mona turned and winked at Bill. He didn't have to be told it was a set-up for his wife, and he didn't really care. He moved close to Mona and suggested they too go somewhere.
Sarah worked her way across the party room to the hall, stopping long enough to answer greetings from other party-goers, and she felt warmed and excited from the friendly atmosphere around her. Socializing did that to her, though she couldn't remember ever feeling so aroused from it. As she walked, she squeezed her thighs together, loving the heated sensation in her loins, and she tried but couldn't keep lewd, sexual thoughts out of her mind. By the time she reached the hallway she had thought more than once about having Harlan's long thick cock driving again into her hot quivering vagina.
He was standing by a door talking to someone, and she didn't understand what came over her as she ran to him, excitedly throwing her arms around his neck like greeting a long lost friend. She was pleased when he kissed her hard on the lips and then whispered in her ear, "I've been waiting for you!" His voice made her whole body tingle with pleasure, and though she thought she should be ashamed of her blatant actions, she felt she couldn't help herself. It was as if she needed to finish something started in the past, and when Harlan led her into a room off the hall, she willingly followed him. Before he closed the door behind them, she noticed a couple walking down the hall toward the party room, and oddly, she wasn't shocked to see them naked.
Neither did the room surprise Sarah, though its total furnishings consisted of a chair and large bed, and when Harlan guided to the bed, she saw that the ceiling was mirrored. Between that and the fact that she was now alone with Harlan, she felt self-conscious about her apparent willingness, so she tried to get her mind onto something other than sex.
"You wanted me to meet a frie id of yours?" she questioned while still standing beside the bed, though Harlan had sat down on it.
Harlan smiled and nodded while he reached out and began avidly unbuttoning her cocktail dress. "Yes! His name is Curt Anderson," he said. He spoke most casually, but his ringers worked quickly as he stripped her. "Curt is a very important man in advertising, and when I told him about you, he thought you might be interested in doing commercials."
Sarah had learned all this over the phone that afternoon, arid it was the primary reason she had wanted to go to the party. The idea of appearing in commercials excited her, not just because of the money she could make but also because of her vanity. Yet, at moment, with Mona's husband's hands moving over her shapely body and removing her clothes, she realized that she also wanted more, and she made no move to stop her impassioned host from rapidly stripping her naked.
"I'll introduce you to Curt," Harlan went on, "But since this is a party, pleasure must come before business!"
Sarah shuddered as he tugged at her last remaining garment, her sheer white panties momentarily clinging to her lust-dampened pussy slit before falling down her long, slender legs to the floor. Her already inflamed body betrayed her normal instinct to resist his impatient advances. His eyes were glaring hungrily at her sparse blonde pubic triangle, and she flushed, her body hot and quaking and aroused, as if she could feel his wonderfully thick penis already boring into her throbbing cunt. Then his hand was moving up between her warm inner thighs, his outstretched forefinger worming between her wet swollen cuntal lips, rubbing her sensitively erecting clitoris, and she felt suspended on his probing fingertip, unable to keep herself from grinding her flaring white hips lewdly back and forth. Her legs turned to jelly as his fingers playing up between her parted thighs made her immediately hot beyond reason. Obscenely encouraging words tumbled from her throat, deep and vile sounds that seemed to come from someone else. "Oooooh, Godddd! Harlan, fuck me! Yessss, FUCK MEEEEE!"
"Of course, Sarah," Harlan said hurriedly, starting to unbuckle his pants. He stood up and let his pants fall down around his ankles, his huge erected cock springing menacingly straight out from his hairy belly. Then he held her by her smooth sloping shoulders with his strong hands, bent forward and lightly kissed her on the lips. "But first," he said momentarily, "I want to feel your soft pretty lips around my cock!" And he suddenly forced her to her knees until her face was only a few scant inches from the long fleshy pole of his lustfully throbbing cock.
Sarah was stunned and repulsed despite the rising sexual hunger in her body, and she twisted her head nervously to one side. "No, Harlan, please!... I can't do - do that!"
"You can and you will!" he answered with conviction.
The surprised girl began to tremble with fear and repulsion, but the television producer tangled his hands in her long blonde hair and painfully jerked her face around. The passion of helpless forced submission and simple curiosity affected her senses as she stared wide-eyed at the thickly pulsating head of his long, rigid cock. And she found herself becoming lewdly fascinated with the idea of taking a man's penis into her mouth. She could imagine tasting his hot cum and heated flesh, and drinking him all the way into her belly. Besides all that, she felt she had no other choice as the muscular, hugely built man was too dominating to be resisted.
Her curious eyes grew wide, carefully taking in the details of his stiff blood-filled cock, and unconsciously, she slowly ran her tongue around her moistly parted lips. The little slit in the center of the hardened rubbery-like flesh appeared dilated, and a tiny drop of clear seminal fluid could be seen tucked just inside the small opening as she reached timidly out and encircled the hard, hot column of male flesh with her fingers. She gripped it fearfully and ran her tight clenched fingers over its long pulsating length, and it swelled up even larger as her hand reached its wide base. Taking it all in, the wiry pubic hairs, the extended smooth sac containing his heavy balls, the little blue veins pulsing with each beat of his heart, she leaned slowly forward until her moistened half-open mouth was but an inch from its rounded bulging tip. With a sigh of total submission coming from her throat, she flicked her tongue tentatively out to taste and lick up the one clear drop of pre-ejaculate.
Her repulsion was immediately gone at the strong pungent taste, the rubbery texture, all suddenly seeming desirable, and she bent to her assigned task, her churning insides transformed again into a passionate need and sex-hunger. She wanted him to cum in her mouth, to pump his hot load of male semen into her welcoming belly, and she knew the experience would set her on fire.
"Oh, Sarah ... take it in your sweet mouth!" Running her quivering little tongue around the thick pulsating head once more, she pulled back slightly to make a tiny tight oval with her wet sensuous mouth. Then leaning forward, she kissed the lust-swollen tip again, gradually widening her full-lipped mouth to take it into her rapidly salivating warmth.
"Ohh yes! Suck it like that!" Harlan groaned, and he arched his hips forward until the entire swollen head of his excitedly throbbing cock was inserted inside her soft warm mouth.
Her teeth bit down lightly on the smooth spongy flesh and her tongue twirled rapidly as she widened her mouth to take even more of his pulsating shaft inside. It was her own strange excitement that made her start to rhythmically bob her head, each stroke of her tightly compressed lips moving further along the rock-hard shaft. The huge desire-swollen head of his cock alternately touched the depths of her mouth then pulled her wetly clinging lips outward. Her oral cavity was^Hled by his jerking thickness, but still she wanted more, sucking and stroking it salaciously with her tongue as her belly suddenly screamed for his hot white semen.
"That's it, baby! Suck it like that!" Harlan groaned as he stared down at her, watching her cheeks bloating and hollowing lewdly as she sucked and pumped on his long erect cock. And fucking her obviously virgin mouth was going to be just the beginning!
The kneeling young wife worked furiously, her panty-less vagina moist and steaming while she sucked on the producer's thick hot penis. Gripping the base of his long hard shaft with her left hand, she dropped her right hand down between her throbbing thighs and no longer ashamed of her awakened sexuality, immediately began rubbing her little lust-hardened clitoris. Wanting an orgasm as she made Thompson climax eruptingly at the same time, she was beginning to understand why her husband, Bill, had been so impatient with her. It made sense now as she realized how childish she had been to deny him, and herself, such incredible pleasure.
The subserviently kneeling woman's head was like a sucking machine, bobbing steadily back and forth while tiny beads of sweat covered her forehead, and her rippling belly seemed to take a giant leap into an intense passion she had not experienced before. Forgotten was her initial revulsion, her adversion to sex, and she thought she would go mad if she didn't climax soon. All that mattered now was sexual fulfillment achieved any way in any obscene form -
self-induced or otherwise. Now she understood her needs; her sensual appetite, and she admitted to herself that she loved sex, of any kind!
Her wildly palpitating vagina was on fire, and she stopped her persistent rubbing of her aroused clitoris to insert her long extended middle finger into the tight, wet channel of her burning cunt. Without breaking the rhythm of her lust-inspired cock-sucking, she parted the moist hair-lined slit of her wet quivering cunt and curved her finger into her hungrily clasping vagina. She inserted it as deep as possible, then stroked in at the same rapid speed as Harlan's massively thickened cock sawing in and out of her hot devouring mouth. Sarah sucked and bit and bobbed on the hard throbbing penis while she angled her hips to dip further with the outstretched middle finger buried deep in her wetly heated cunt. She was almost there, and she knew that he was too.
"Mmmmmmm!" Her deep moan echoed from somewhere in her muffled throat as her entire naked body was suddenly launched toward orgasm. She drove her finger rapidly in and out of her hot searing cunt, adding a second finger as her lust-tautened belly began to jerk with explosive climax. Every muscle, every nerve and fiber of her sensually awakened body was sensitized to the overwhelming lustful sensation tearing through her. It was a screaming, volcanic eruption of fiery passion all around her as he; mind-blowing orgasm flooded her boiling cuntal passage with the thick secretions of her cumming.
Harlan saw that she was orgasming as she pushed her fingers deep up in her nakedly writhing cunt, and the sight so aroused him that his thick throbbing cock swelled up to tremendous size as he shoved it deep down her open throat. "Suck it baby ... yeah! I'mm cumminggg!" he yelled, and her soft warm-mouth closed tightly around his spewing cock, her hand automatically pumping around the short length that remained outside as his sperm-filled balls released his hot sticky cum from captivity. It came up the long jerking length of his cock and blasted out from the hugely swollen tip like an artillery salvo from a canon.
The sudden heated burst deep in her throat caught Sarah by surprise, and she felt like her mouth was being tilled with thick spurting liquid from a giant pump. Opening her throat and gulping as fast as she could, she again tasted the pungent heat of his erupting cum, only now it was coming in rapid tremendous spurts. She was being flooded with it, and she had to suck furiously to keep up with the monumental gushing load. As the realization of his climax hit her with full force, it was like icing on a cake, and again her passionately quivering belly was sent into leaping spasms of joy. She didn't think anything could be better, and she lapped at the wildly spewing shaft, licking and sucking it all in, gulping it down into her belly.
Harlan groaned in ecstasy as he watched Sarah's cheeks bloat and hollow in her desperate effort to drink in all of his thick heated sperm. Her final transformation from puritanical uncertainty to a woman capable of incredible heights of lewd arousal was surprising even to him, for the sexy young blonde was like a wild animal hungry for any sexual pleasure. Her fingers sawed rapidly in and out of her moist glistening cunt as her own excited cuntal fluids slowly flowed down between her thighs, and all the while her warm soft mouth and tongue kept sucking x]n his still shooting cock as if to drain him dry. But Harlan wasn't finished yet, and he pushed her head away, pulling his hard glistening shaft from her lust-hungry throat.
The kneeling blonde, looked disappointed, her eyes flashing with lust, and she jumped onto the large bed, stretching out on her back and spreading her legs out suggestively wide. She saw her own reflection in the mirrored ceiling, and it was a nakedly heaving woman crazy with lust and desire. Between her outstretched white thighs was her blonde, hair-lined pussy slit, pink flared inner lips, the tight warm mouth of her wetly quivering cunt. And she arched her firm young buttocks up from the bed, grinding and circling her excitedly aroused vagina in open lewd invitation to Harlan. She lowered her eyes to his still rigidly thick cock, and her tongue ran across her lips, lapping up the remaining traces of his warm clinging cum as she begged, "Fuck me! Please, now, fuck me good!"
The television producer grinned at seeing the young blonde wife so shamelessly aroused, her writhing gyrations wanton and lewd, and he moved to the bed, leaning forward between her tapered wide-spread legs until the blunt gleaming head of his stiffly pulsating cock was pressing into the soft folds of her hot velvety vagina. He was in a hurry now, as he knew it was almost time for her to meet the second man.
Frantically reaching around her full, rounded breasts, Sarah gripped the rigidly throbbing shaft in her hand while her other hand parted the moistly swollen lips of her passion-inflamed cunt to clear the way for his entrance. Grinning, Harlan pushed his hips forward and watched almost mesmerized as his thick white cock thrust slowly up into her tight Bttle cunt, driving deeper and deeper into her hotly pulsating flesh. There was no stopping, nothing in his way, and in one heated surge of lust, he buried his long hard shaft all the way up inside her, where the rippling cuntal walls lovingly massaged and milked his excited manhood.
"Ooooohhhh!" Sarah cried out, feeling every sensuous ridge and wrinkle of his thickly throbbing penis as it filled her to near bursting size. It was what she wanted, and she angled her hips impatiently up, forcing her legs wider apart in a lust-hungry effort to take more of him inside. "Hard! Fast!" she grunted in her sexual stupor. "Fuck me til the end of the world!"
But Harlan rolled his hips slowly, teasing her into even greater anguished arousal. She bumped and ground her excited pussy against his throbbing hard shaft like a lust-crazed animal, and he pushed harder and deeper, flexing his thickly swollen head into her soft tender cervix. Slow and easy, he thought, because there's plenty more coming.
The door opened, swinging wide and striking the wall with a loud bang, and Sarah turned her head to see a tall naked man in the doorway. As the stranger approached the bed, she was confused but fascinated in her lust-deranged mind until she saw the others in the hallway and realized they too were naked! And suddenly she knew what the party was all about.
"Sarah, this is Curt Anderson," Harlan said, nodding his head and smiling. "As you can see, he's most anxious to get to know you!" With that, Thompson rolled over on his back taking the astounded young wife with him.
She was locked against Harlan's naked body, his strong arms holding her tight against his chest, and her legs were forced out obscenely wide by his knees. She was on top, and her nakedly uplifted buttocks were clearly visible and open to the new man's view.
"Her asshole's virgin, Curt, and you're welcome to it!"
"My pleasure,* the tall man said, and he knelt down on the bed in position to act.
In her aroused state, Sarah was willing to try almost anything, and she didn't really consider what the men were going to do. She was excited, drunk with lust, and she leached back and eagerly pulled the cheeks of her shamelessly exposed buttocks wide apart. Harlan's hotly pulsating cock was plunging to her cervix, and she was grunting for more, wanting' him to fuck even harder. Then she felt Curt's outstretched middle finger probing against her tiny virginal anus, the tightly resisting ring of flesh holding, then giving way, and she leaned forward forcing her muscles to relax.
"Aaaaaagggghhhhh!" she squealed as his finger tore into her formerly chaste rectum, and the-searing discomfort continued as he worked it feverishly around to stretch her tiny puckered anus, preparing it for the greater entry to come. The combination of pleasure and pain that racked her shamelessly aroused body was overwhelming, and she fucked back against the two instruments, almost frantic with the need to have two penises fucking into her cock-hungry belly. Within seconds, he pulled his finger from her tightly puckering anus, and she felt her ass-cheeks pulled wider apart with his thumbs, then a tremendous stretching pressure against her tight little anus. Curt Anderson was not a patient man.
"Ooooohhhh, God! It hurts, ooohhhh, it hurts!" She screamed, but she pushed her trembling hips back against his heated thickness anyway. Curt held her shoulders firmly as he shoved hard forward, his large throbbing cock stiff and eager to enter her heated virginal rectum. For a moment her powerful anal sphincter muscles resisted, but then shoving forward with all his strength, the thick head of his lust-knotted cock suddenly popped inside the tight elastic anal ring. She was stretched to impossible size, but in his callous determination, he thrust hard forward again and again, slowly hammering his massively heated cock to the hilt. " Aaaaggghhhh! Aaaaggghhhhh! AAAAGGGGHHHHH!" She cried in agony over and over from the searing pain streaking through her frantically squirming body, as his thick heated penis bored into her small rubbery rectum like a red-hot poker. But then, moments later, her pleas gradually turned from helpless whimperings to abandoned sobs of ecstasy as she felt both throbbingly hard cocks bucking and jerking deep up inside her belly. She groaned aloud as both producer and advertiser skewered her like a ragdoll between them, their rapidly pistoning shafts separated only by the thin membrane dividing her two passages. They began to fuck into her simultaneously, their timing somehow coming together as they both withdrew their lust-hardened shafts until only the bulging cock-heads remained inside her. Curt's was held by the tight spincter muscle, and Harlan's by the wetly clasping lips of her insatiable little cunt. Then both rammed forward in unison, driving deep inside her, and their heatedly plunging shafts pushed against each other along the parallel channels of her vaginal and rectal passages.
"Ooooohhhh, God! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" Sarah moaned. "More! Give me MORE!" They gave her more, fucking her with a constant rhythm that turned her shamelessly aroused young body into a raging torrent of magnificent lascivious fire. Again and again they pounded against her wet widespread loins, each to his separate tantalizing orifice, each working together in maddening sadistic harmony. $he didn't want the ravishment to ever end ... she loved it... LOVED IT!
Other people were in the room now, naked couples fondling and groping excitedly for each other as they too were caught up in the feverish excitement. Bill and Mona were there, aroused as they watched the total and irrevocable debasement and humiliation of Bill's once innocent wife. On the bed the trio's insane fucking was becoming faster and faster, all of them grunting and groaning their mutual ecstasy as they quickly neared orgasm. The gathered people stared, seeing Sarah's ripely dangling breasts swinging from the brutal force of the two long hard shafts, her mouth laxly open, tongue licking around her wetly parted lips, her eyes glazed with supreme passion as she came closer ... closer.
Sarah shuddered and groaned loudly as she felt the growing heated spasms in her belly building to greater and more powerful passionate intensity. Never had anything been so wonderful, two men simultaneously fucking her naked body with their huge, thick cocks, filling her helpless loins with their cruel, stiffened flesh. Though delirious with her lusting passion, she momentarily became aware of the others now in the room. Her eyes rolling up, she glimpsed her husband watching, Mona, too, and on her knees thirstily sucking Bill off, and Sarah realized that she loved her husband now more than ever. Everything was beautifully clear. Bill was right about sex and she had been wrong - terribly wrong! And as her body soared on a flight of orgiastic oblivion, Sarah silently vowed to make up all the months of frustration, to give her husband all that had been denied in the past.
"Ooooohhhh! Oooohhhhhhh! Fuck me, fuck mmmeeeee!" Sarah was in heaven when Harlan suddenly drove his rigidly jerking penis deep into her hot, contracting cunt, his thick cockhead swelling up to mammoth proportions as he grunted and twisted insanely beneath her.
"Going to cum ... nnnnoooowwwww!"
The producer's madly ejaculating cock spewed his sizzling hot cum deep up inside her tightly contracting cunt, and almost with the same motion, the advertiser shoved his groin hard against her nakedly writhing buttocks, his cockhead buried far up in her convulsing young rectum and suddenly exploding.
Sarah screamed once, "Aaagghhh!" And again, "Aaaggghhh!" And finally, "Fmmmmm cuuummmiinngggg!" as her body erupted like a shower of sparks in her passionate flight of ecstasy.
Everyone at the Thompson's was pushing into the room, all naked, writhing and crying out joyously. They knew that the party had officially begun.
Chapter Nine
Bill Cole wandered down the row of dresses casually examining those that looked interesting. Warm colors, in the red tones, were his favorites, but to satisfy his wife it also had to be sexy. He spotted a likely prospect and moved to pull it off the rack, and he jumped as the dress seemed to pull back.
"Hey!" Sarah yelped from the opposite side of the rack. "I see we are thinking alike, darling!"
Bill laughed and released his hold of the dress so that his wife could pull it through to her side. It was to be her birthday present, but he felt better about having her make the final choice. He wandered further down the row, his thoughts now drifting away from new clothes. What Sarah had said about the dress was true of them in most every way, they were thinking alike, and they owed that pleasant state of their relationship to the Thompsons. Sarah had surely changed, but then so had he. In fact, their whole life had changed, drastically, but they both agreed it was positively for the better.
A distraction crossed his view, and Bill stopped to stare. She was a redhead in her early twenties with a dazzling smile and a body to match. She was dressed conservatively, but her clothes failed to hide her lush young form. Just looking at her made his cock twitch responsively, and his eyes followed her until she turned up the aisle where Sarah was. He wondered if his wife would talk to the sexy young girl, so he moved back down the row to listen.
He couldn't see them, but he heard Sarah making idle small talk about the price of clothes. Then she was apparently holding the dress up against her body, as she asked the young woman how she thought it would look.
"Very nice," the redhead said, "But it does seem terribly revealing!"
"Yes, I agree," Sarah answered. "But it's fun to pretend sometimes, don't you agree?"
The girl nodded and smiled sheepishly as she looked at Sarah and the dress. Then her eyes suddenly widened in recognition. "Say, aren't you the Wilson Coffee girl I see in all those television commercials?" She was openly excited and obviously impressed.
Sarah smiled sweetly. "Wilson Coffee, it's the best!" she sang. "I'm flattered that you recognized me."
"We see you at least three times a night," the girl said. "Boy, is my husband going to be sorry he didn't come in with me now! I think your commercials are the only ones he watches," she exclaimed, and then she added with a hint of jealousy in her voice, "He practically drools on the set!" She giggled and looked a little ashamed for being so blunt. "I really do admire you."
"You're very kind," Sarah said. "But those commercials are just a trick!"
Bill got the message, and he quickly started around the clothes rack to join in the conversation. He knew that Sarah was getting ready to set the sales girl up. She would invite the girl and her husband to see their new home in Encino, and then, Bill thought, excitedly, he would gladly initiate the curvaceous redhead into their swap club. As he approached Sarah and the girl, putting on his best smile, he couldn't help thinking that Mona and Harlan would also be pleased with their new young conquests.
