Since the dawn of the industrial revolution, Western society has been subjected to the stress of new economic forces in conflict with older cultural patterns. The family unit in earlier farming communities blended naturally with the demands of an agrarian economy. Husband and wife shared equally in the work of ensuring survival; their complementary economic roles helped to hold the family together, not dissolve it.
Among historians and sociologists, there is no novelty in arguing that modern industrial conditions have undermined the cohesion of the traditional family.
In social terms, the husband inhabits an entirely different milieu from that of his wife. In general, the wife's role has been demoted to that of a passive consumer. While her husband's personality is molded by the sharp demands of active economic performance, his wife-his partner in life - is expected to ignore the vivid stimuli of modern culture and dwell in a kind of domestic limbo.
We are indebted to author Hemmingway for his incisive analytical study of the devastating effects of such contradictory demands on a young couple, encountering revolutionary assaults on the traditional marital structure.
Mr. Hemmingway has isolated the subtle psychosocial forces impinging on the individual, an American businessman's wife, in her unsuccessful struggle to uphold familiar moral values in a world of frighteningly rapid change.
The two central figures, Eva and Ned Moe, are led by stages into profound character transformation. The author's unique contribution is to explore the mechanism by which such radical changes in personality types can take place.
Today, it is often argued that the very foundation of the institution of marriage is in jeopardy. No serious observer of modern American society will deny the importance of the questions posed in this book. Within our contemporary social fabric, widely divergent values and attitudes are held about such basic cultural determinants as marital fidelity, group sex and the very nature of sensual gratification. How can these dashingly different codes exist side by side in the same community? How are such shifts in attitude transmitted?
One has quite often heard of the breakdown of earlier, stricter beliefs in the area of sex and marriage; what Mr. Hemmingway has given us here is a detailed, valuable account of the insidious process by which such abrupt shifts in the moral code come about.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"Got everything you need, honey?" Eva Moe called to her husband who was in the bedroom checking the small suitcase she had packed for him.
"Just one more thing!" her husband, Ned, called.
"What's that, darling?" Eva puzzled. "I thought I packed everything..."
"You, baby!" Ned chuckled hoarsely, rushing suddenly towards her, his tall muscular frame agilely cutting short the distance between them.
Eva made a half-hearted attempt to escape his grasp, but she didn't really want to run from his embrace - far from it!
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhh..." she murmured as she felt her husband's firm clasp on her back. She felt herself melt into his arms and cradled her head against his chest.
"Oh darling," she whispered, "I wish you weren't going away again tomorrow!"
"Can't be helped, doll!" Ned said, feigning cheerfulness, but Eva knew he was just as sorry as she was. "Business is business!"
Why does he have to be a salesman? her mind screamed for the thousandth time. She could feel Ned lowering the zipper on her dress, and a niggling tongue of anger that leapt to life inside her at the thought of her husband's apparent indifference to her misery was obliterated by the tingle that she felt from the cool touch of his fingers on her bare back. But her mind stubbornly refused to forget his imminent departure and the long, lonely nights which would follow.
She had tried to get Ned to apply for a job in the office of the electronics communications firm he worked for, and even though they'd been married only three months and he was naturally anxious to please her, he had steadfastly refused to hear of a change. He was a born salesman, she knew, his Viking good looks and flamboyant self-assurance completely charming his customers. Of course, he had tremendous insight into people, too...
"Oh, stop it... stop it...." she giggled suddenly, as his hand played along the smooth sweep of her curved torso. She was ultra sensitive along the firm smoothness of her flank, and her skin became alive from his titillating touch. Her dress had fallen in a pool at her feet and she was standing there in matching apricot bra and panties. Ned continued to stroke his wife's travertine form, his hand moving down to insinuate itself between her silky smooth thighs, brushing provocatively against the raised pubic mound which trembled beneath the diaphanous fabric of her panties. She wriggled her hips in mock protest, but didn't move away. Then his hand was easing off her panties, baring the slightly tanned contours of her luscious hips, exposing the amber-hued down between her legs. She sighed in sheer pleasure as she clung to him, her own hand unclasping her bra, allowing her full, firm breasts to press freely into the soft material of his white shirt.
"Oh Ned, I love you! I love you!" she murmured suddenly, and he, basking in her loving acceptance of him, led her gently to their large double bed where they fell, embracing passionately on the blue satin bedspread.
Eagerly, Eva pressed her body up towards that of her husband, as if she were trying to fuse them into one, her entire being swimming in her arousal.
How lucky - how unbelievably lucky I am! she thought to herself with a rush of happiness, her husband's departure momentarily forgotten. She could still hardly believe that she was actually Mrs. Moe, married to Ned Moe, chief salesman at Electronaudio, Inc. That he even noticed her, to begin with, was a near miracle, but of all the keypunch operators there, she was the one he had singled out, when he could have had his pick of her willing and adulatory co-workers. He had literally swept her off her feet - she was bowled over by his charm, his position in the company, his worldly ways. She was head over heels in love after their first date and could hardly believe her ears, when after only three weeks, he confided that he wanted to marry her! During their brief courtship, she had been almost afraid that Ned would discover that she was still a virgin. She knew that he, at thirty-two, was long past the stage of inept back-seat fumblings, but almost to her surprise, he had never ventured more than deep, searching kisses and almost casual strokings of her breasts and thighs.
But now, they were man and wife, and their married life was all that she'd hoped it would be. Of course, it pained her that he had to be away so much, but she rationally decided that it was the price she had to pay for the privilege of being Mrs. Moe. And in many ways, it made their lovemaking more exciting - the knowledge that they couldn't be together every night sharpening the edge of their hunger for each other.
Ned's lips were pressed tightly to hers now, and she felt rather than heard, a deep aroused moan coming from deep within him. She thrust her tongue far back into his mouth, feeling the ridged roof and the pulsing flesh of his tongue with her own probing organ. Their eyes met and she could read in his sea-blue ones the desire he felt so badly for her and knew that her own eyes betrayed an equal hunger.
His hands slid along her long back and cupped the tight resilient mounds of her buttocks and she murmured in ecstatic response. She squirmed beneath his caresses, her hips grinding rhythmically as she nibbled at his ear with her sharp little teeth and her fingers clutched convulsively at his shirt.
Ned smiled down at her in frank appreciation. He felt proud of the excitement he was creating in her, making her wince with pleasure, bare her teeth in desire. As always he felt intoxicated as he drank in her feral beauty. She reminded him of a wild cat, her long tawny hair and yellow amber eyes slightly slanting against her buttery-gold skin giving her an untamable feline air. Again he felt a gnawing at his insides, the precursor to the wilder arousal which would engulf him as he set about conquering this sleek imperturbable minx who was now his wife. He had ceased his ministrations as he gazed lovingly at her and she was lying back against the bedspread, her whole body quivering nakedly in anticipation.
"Oh darling..." she moaned softly. "I'm ready now..."
Savoring for a further moment her naked hunger for him, her unabashed carnal desire, he gazed at her beautiful curved frame as she squirmed slightly, her wanton pose a curious mixture of womanly craving and girlish reticence. Then feeling a wave of lust wash over him, she hurriedly stripped off his clothes, scattering them in disarray around the bedroom. His thick, fully erect penis jutted out from the curled nest of his pubic tufts, and Eva could see the blood-engorged veins along its surface throbbing intensely.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm..." she murmured appreciatively, her eyes feasting on the fleshy hardness of her husband's penis.
His hands scurried over her, caressing her thighs and breasts, tweaking her nipples into granite hard turgidity. He ran his index finger down the deep cleft of the smooth rounded mounds, marveling as always at how enchanting they were. Even though she was fairly tall for a woman at five foot eight, she had none of the gaucheness or awkwardness often associated with such height - on the contrary, she was so well-proportioned that her tallness added to the impression she often gave of a sophisticated model. Her perfect oval face was now slightly tanned and Ned scanned it now for the look of sensuousness which he knew would shadow it soon, giving her a raw licentiousness which would make her seem more like a ripe, mature woman, instead of the girl of nineteen which she was. He enjoyed observing the transformation that came over her during their lovemaking, and in the few brief months since their wedding, he had transported her to undreamed-of heights of pleasure.
Her long, cider-colored hair flowed freely down onto her shoulders, adding a new fusion of color to her skin. The berry-brown eyes of her nipples were dark against the gold of her firm, full breasts and, trailing his eyes down the sweep of her magnificently-sculpted body he saw the soft curling hairs of her pubic down feathering over the pink moistness of the tiny slit between her legs. Her pussy was moist and gleamed damply in the light and he could see a pulse on her inner thigh throbbing from her increasing fervor.
Ned's eyes were feasted avidly on the enticing triangle between his wife's legs and, unable to control himself any longer, leaned forward and crushed his lips against her palpitating pussy, his tongue curling into her soft pubic hair and teasing wetly at the soft moistness of her delicate vaginal flesh, inhaling the female muskiness of her.
"No... no, please not there, Ned..." Eva suddenly moaned, her arms reaching down, trying to pull him upward along her body.
"Ooohhh... kiss me on the lips, honey," she urged, "not down there..."
Ned did not resist. He yielded to her upward pulling, until he was facing her warm, pliant lips, parted in desire, and he ground his mouth down on hers in a hard relentless kiss, channeling the force of his disappointment into his crushing kiss. He had hoped that by now Eva would have gotten over her apparent innate revulsion to the idea of his tongue and mouth on the warm secret folds of her vagina. He had been understanding at first, patient because of her newness, and of course, realizing that the disparity in their ages, not to mention his quite considerable experience, gave them a different idea of what was and what was not acceptable in the name of love. But he longed to make her climax by kissing and probing at her pussy, plunging his tongue to the hilt in her moistly heated orifice, nibbling at her tiny throbbing clitoris. And he wanted to cum, too, in her mouth, and feel the incredible sensation of her lips around his cock, wanted to spurt his milky-white sperm far back into her voluntarily swallowing throat.
But he had to wait for that inestimable pleasure and he held her tight to him, banishing his wishful thoughts from his brain. She was undulating beneath him, her entire body squirming cobra-like under his caresses and she was mewling little moans of passion.
He was positioned between her widespread legs now, her vagina pressing up hungrily against his pelvis. His cock was lying against her thigh, the tip brushing against the soft, slightly moistened cuntal hairs, its girth still increasing by the red-hot contact with her burning flesh. He continued to kiss her, ramming his tongue again and again into her mouth and she responded by sucking voraciously on his plunging organ, as if she were trying to swallow it completely.
A fleeting thought like a dark shadow crossed his mind. He loved her, wanted and desired her and yet he felt a pang of-what? Boredom? Disappointment at the realization that their lovemaking, and there had been a lot of it since their marriage, was always the same? Eva responded all right, passionately, and yet, there was no excitement, no mystery in the act, and Ned, accustomed to years of diverse sexual experience, missed the spiciness that variety brings. But he shrugged off his discontented thought, feeling somewhat guilty for harboring it. He drew her close to him, his hands slipping down to encase the firm roundness of her buttocks in his palms, pulling her open pussy towards his quivering cock. He felt her wince from the sudden searing contact of the hard rubbery head against her tender cunt-lips, and felt the crinkled edges clinging tenaciously, like prehensile tissue, to the excitedly throbbing tip. Eva began to rotate her pelvis, her pulsating flesh swirling around his poised penis. Then he lunged forward, driving his hard rod into her eager pussy.
"Uhhmmmmmmmnnnnn..." she murmured as the tight membrane of her vaginal sheath closed in like a velvet glove on his surging prick. She continued to press her loins eagerly up towards him, her tight confining depths taking him easily, and he thrust lustily into her until the blood-engorged head reached the sanctity of her cervix and his testicles swayed down against the straining moons of her firm, white young buttocks.
He flexed his thick male flesh inside her and it seemed to swell and inflate until her entire belly was filled with his masculine offering.
"Oh Christ..." Ned moaned, grinding savagely into her, raising her pelvis several inches off the bed. She was moaning incessantly, a frenzied abandoned whimper, and Ned thought again about how far she'd come since the first night when she had lain frightened and timid beneath him.
"Ohhhhhhhh... darling, you feel so good, so gooodddd!!" Eva whimpered, closing her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper into her churning depths with her heels.
He worked around and around inside her, a rhythm established, and she answered his wild thrust with equal spasms of her own. It gratified him as he looked down at her moisture-coated body, her head flailing from side to side, her breasts heaving, to know that she needed it and wanted it as much as he did. But now he couldn't hold back much longer and he could see that she too was on the brink of orgasm. He increased his speed, as he drubbed deeper and harder into her. She held him tightly with her long, strong legs, fastened like tentacles around him, her pussy clamped tightly against his pelvis, until their bodies seemed to be hinged together at the pubic bone. Her knees were drawn up and spread further apart, the plane of her open loins an unprotected altar. She battered her pussy mercilessly against him, fucking back wantonly, a ceaseless stream of incoherent mutterings eschewing from her lips.
With a deep, half-human gurgle, her entire body began to vibrate uncontrollably and spasmodic shudders convulsed her frame. Through the din of his own summiting passion, he watched her face contort with ardour, as he released her own orgasmic fluid in a warm shower over his bloated organ. Each release she has seems more complete and more violent, he thought, and then his thoughts were lost in the avalanche of his own outburst as his boiling hot liquid flooded into her steaming cavern in a cannonshot stream of creamy frothing male sperm. His pelvis pumped without restraint into her welcoming young belly, until he collapsed across her, his penis like a deflating balloon, a blissful sigh escaping his lips.
* * *
Eva couldn't sleep. After the warm glow of her complete satiation had worn off, she became more restless than ever and even had to get a glass of milk from the fridge in the kitchen. Ned was fast asleep and she couldn't help feeling a bit piqued again at his utter unconcern over being away from her again for several more days.
He probably won't even miss me, she thought unreasonably, looking angrily at his peacefully sleeping form.
He gets to travel at least, she mused resentfully, while I have to stay at home.
Although Ned had often complained about the boredom and monotony of the relatively short plane trips around his territory on the Eastern Seaboard, she couldn't help but feel that he led a glamorous, interesting life. Staying at good hotels, eating out... he was hardly ever home for three days running, and even then, often had reports, etc. to dictate into his portable dictating machine.
I'm just a bed partner for him, she thought miserably, someone to come home to and fuck, yes, fuck...
Tears coursed down her face. If he really loved me, he'd get an office job, like Alfred North next door! Instead... he must like being away from home, meeting all those interesting people, staying at luxurious places...
Sobs convulsed her as her thoughts ran rampant, and she felt mired in a swamp of misery and resentment which continued to engulf her long after she'd finally fallen asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
The door chimes echoed through the house and Eva Moe, after a glance in her vanity mirror to see if she was at least presentable, hurried to the front door. Probably a delivery man, she thought, grateful for the slight distraction from her feeling of loneliness. A pall of depression had hung over her since Ned's departure this morning, and try as she might, she could not dispel it.
Eva's eyes widened in surprise as she opened the door. A smiling, rather diminutive but very attractive woman in her early thirties stood before her!
"Hello, Mrs. Moe, I believe. Do you recognize me? I'm your next door neighbor, Peggy North."
Eva took in her neighbor's well-groomed appearance. She was very curvaceous, just short of plump with a slinky way of shifting from one leg to the other. Her bright voluptuous mouth was full and ripe and her short blonde hair fell crisply around her small, well-proportioned face. Eva was relieved to see a hint of good-natured fun in her neighbor's hazel eyes.
"Of course I recognize you. You're Alfred North's wife. Why don't you come in. You're quite welcome but I hope you will excuse my appearance." Eva blushed as she mentally compared Peggy North's smart strawberry-colored pantsuit with her own nightgown and robe. She felt a pang of guilty embarrassment at being undressed so late in the morning, and also because of her neighbor's unexpected gesture of friendship.
She and Ned hadn't been at all sure which of the families in their new surroundings would be the right people for her and Ned to become friendly with. You couldn't be too careful at the beginning. Starting the right friendships and acquaintances would mean so much to their social life in this exclusive community. This woman, from a distance, had seemed a bit too nonchalant, almost vulgar in her obvious sensuality. She was a flamboyant dresser and Eva and Ned had often heard her loud hearty laughter breaking the suburban quiet. On the plus side was her husband Alfred, an executive in the same company Ned worked for. Alfred North wasn't a man to overlook. He might be an important asset to Ned's career, and thus Eva resolved to be as friendly as she could with her neighbor, who, seen closer up, was really very attractive, and besides, she really could use a little cheering up just now.
"Those are beautiful roses of yours outside," Peggy remarked. "You must have done something to them since you came to have them in bloom this late in the year."
"Actually, I'm not the gardener," Eva answered, motioning to her guest to sit down. Peggy put down the cocktail shaker she had been carrying on the marble top coffee table and sank back in the plush tweed-covered couch.
"It's my husband Ned who's so crazy about the garden," Eva continued. "He loves to spade around in it and it's really a shame because with all his out of town sales accounts, he hardly has any time from one week to the next."
"That is a pity," her neighbor murmured.
"If you'll excuse me for a moment, Mrs. North, I'll just put on something a little more appropriate. I won't be a second."
"Call me Peggy if you like, dear," the other woman suggested. "And hurry right back. I've got some fresh cold Daiquiris for us." Eva heard her voice call out as she walked down the long hallway.
She hurriedly slipped on her aubergine midi-length dress, knowing that it was a bit dressy for wearing at home. But wasn't that Peggy North showing a pretty smart side of her wardrobe too? Besides, she knew Ned didn't like the new longer hemline and she might as well use the opportunity now that he was away.
She returned through the kitchen with a tray and two glasses. She wasn't going to look flustered at the offer of drinks at this hour of the morning. Even if it was something out of the ordinary, the way she was feeling after Ned's departure, maybe a drink would help.
"It was very kind of you to bring over those drinks!" Eva said smiling.
"Think nothing of it," Peggy replied, expertly pouring a drink for herself and Eva.
"It looks very good on you, the midi, I mean," Peggy smiled, sipping her Daiquiri. "You have the figure for it. I'm afraid I would be swamped in it."
"You really think it looks well?" Eva asked, brightening, "Ned doesn't like it at all."
"So you're trying it out while he's gone!" Peggy laughed. "Not a bad idea."
Eva sat back in an armchair, a soft warm feeling creeping over her as she listened to Peggy talk on. Their conversation became more confidential and Eva found herself telling of her loneliness without Ned and about how often he had to be away.
"I understand your predicament perfectly," Peggy sympathized. "You see, my first husband was a salesman too, and he wasn't home one night in ten. I'll never go through that again!" she finished vehemently.
"Why? What happened?" Eva heard herself asking earnestly.
"Of course, he didn't mind in the least being away from home like that," she continued bitterly. "You know what traveling salesmen are like - some little number waiting at every whistle stop! And they don't give a damn if they're traveling from one end of the month to the other! Well," she went on, pouring herself another drink, "my first husband was having the time of his life but where did I fit in? In front of the television set, bored out of my mind. But thank goodness, I was fortunate enough to learn from my mistake, and that's why I found my new husband, Alfred."
Peggy looked steadily at her new friend for a moment, and then smiled.
"Things are different now," she said emphatically, "even though Alfred does travel occasionally. No more sitting around for me!"
"W-what do you mean?" Eva asked puzzled.
"Alfred and I understand one another, my dear, completely."
Peggy seemed to be hinting at something, something that Eva couldn't quite understand.
"I still don't know what you're driving at, Peggy!"
"Well, let me put it this way. What's sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose, too!" Peggy finished enigmatically, draining her glass.
"I've got to run now, dear," Peggy continued. "We'll have to get together sometime soon. It's been fun!"
Before Eva had time to reply, Peggy had picked up the empty shaker and hurried to the front door.
After an exchange of good-byes, Eva found herself alone again in her house, her thoughts confused. She felt a vague uneasiness, a sense of foreboding. She had sensed the bitterness in her new neighbor's tone, and she felt somewhat sorry for her. She must have had a rough time with that first husband of hers, otherwise she wouldn't have been so vitriolic in her condemnation of him. Apart from that, she seemed to be a nice person, and Eva felt that there would be no harm in continuing the friendship. Obviously, her marriage to Alfred North was working out all right, even if they did have some kind of unusual arrangement between them. She felt a wave of pity for the older woman, to think that she should have been so misused as to lump all salesmen into one category. Still, she probably had good reason for her hasty if erroneous conclusion, and Eva could only feel relieved and glad that Ned at least wasn't like that. Determined to shrug the unpleasant thoughts from her mind, set about perfunctorily tidying the livingroom.
* * *
Ned's phone call was late. All through the afternoon, Eva was unable to put herself in a cheerful frame of mind. She missed Ned terribly already and an uneasiness from Peggy's visit had stayed with her. She ate a solitary dinner, trying not to look at the clock. He usually called around five, but at eight o'clock, he still hadn't called. She made herself a pitcher of Daiquiris, remembering the relaxing effect the rum drink had on her from that morning. The soothing liquor helped her thoughts take shape. He must have been delayed at a sales meeting or with some clients, she reasoned. But surely he could have found time to call. He knew how much she depended on his phone call. As she finished her second Daiquiri, she thought again of her new friend from next door and of their conversation of that morning. Peggy's embittered summing up of salesmen stayed obstinately in her mind 'some little number at every whistlestop' kept running tauntingly through her brain. It had sounded so vulgar and cheap when Peggy had said it, a scorned woman's vindictiveness. And she had sounded so sure that they were all that way. Obviously she didn't know what sort of man her husband, Ned was. Eva felt sure Ned would never cheat on her like Peggy's first husband obviously did. No matter how long Ned was away or how late his call was, she trusted him.
The phone rang.
"Hello Eva baby! How are you, sweetheart?" Ned's familiar deep voice sent a rush of relief surging through her and she felt a familiar lurching in her stomach - a pang of desire she always felt when she heard her husband's voice on the phone. For a moment, she couldn't answer.
"Eva? Is anything the matter? Look, I've got to make this quick - I have some people waiting."
Her long hours of waiting had brought her frustration to the boiling point, and now he was telling her to be quick! He didn't care about how upset and worried she'd been - all that mattered to him were his clients!
"Oh Ned," she said, her voice rising, "I was so worried..."
"Baby, not so loud..."
His unconcern for her hours of loneliness and despair whipped her simmering emotions to the boiling point.
"Goddammit!" she hissed unreasonably into the phone. "It's all right for you, traveling-"
"For Christ's sake, Eva, listen to me!" he broke in suddenly. "I have several clients right here in the hotel room with me. Do you want them to hear you shrieking at me?"
Something in Eva's overwrought mind snapped. She could hear laughter and a woman's voice mingled on the line with her husband's furious whispered scolding. People having a good time, including some woman, with Ned, while she was stuck at home like - like Peggy used to be!
"You've got a woman in the room with you!" her voice barked at him. "You don't have any business at all!" Eva pictured again Peggy's bitter knowing smile. That smile was for her, so naive, trusting.
"Tell her to shut up, not me, you... you philanderer!" she raged, and then slammed down the phone.
After a moment of staring at the instrument, hoping, expecting it to ring, she finally ran into the bedroom and threw herself on the bed. As she sobbed into the pillow, her body writhing, the nylon house robe she was wearing bunched and twisted around her supple body. Her breasts were ground into the bed, and panting and moaning, she dug her nails into the palms of her hands in an agony of frustration and anger. Her hands gripped at her own body as she tried to clutch at an animal-like presence of rampant emotion within her and squeeze it out. Her mind ran riot, her brain a movie screen of lewd images. She tried to banish the vile pictures from her mind, images of her husband with another woman, but her liquor-sodden brain refused to take orders.
He should be here with me, Eva sobbed, not with some other... slut! Fresh frustration swept over her as she thought of Ned's muscular body, and how she missed it already, and how someone else was in her place.
Tiny licks of desire began to rise from the aching spot between her legs - an ache that began with her excitement on hearing her husband's voice.
"Oooohhhhh God..." she moaned. Her brain began a frantic search for sanity, relief. She wanted Ned - she missed him desperately, but she could not erase the vision of him with someone else. How could she hold out against that hot urgent emptiness inside her? How could she wait for the return of her husband, feeling sure he had been unfaithful to her?
Remembering the remaining Daiquiri left in the pitcher, she retrieved it from the living room and brought her glass back into the bedroom. Drinking it in deep gulps, she was at first relieved by its tangy coolness and by the soothing loose feeling that stole over her body as she lay on the bed. But after a few moments, when it began to take effect, she felt a new burning growing in her loins. Her head was dizzy now and her thighs and hips felt far away from her as though they were functioning in a different world. As if in a dream, her hands began to caress the throbbing fullness of her breasts which strained against the tight silken robe. She trapped the quivering erect nipples there and squeezed them between her fingers, trying to stop their tingling. She pulled at them wildly as though to tear them away from her body. One hand pressed hard against the silk-enclosed form of her belly and rushed down to where she could rub the smooth fabric against the crinkly hairs of her hot damp pubic mound. She cupped her burning cuntal region with the full pressure of her palm and tried to smother all thoughts from her mind, to regain control over her faltering consciousness. It was too late. Great fires were raging through her limbs and in the flames that licked at her brain she could see obscene images of lewd faceless men and women, naked and embracing.
She threw her head, back against the pillow and tried frantically to shake away the nightmarish pictures from her mind. Her one hand still clamped tightly between her legs and the other pinching savagely at her throbbingly turgid nipples. She struggled to banish from her mind obsessive erotic thoughts, but it was no use.
Against her will, both her hands searched between the folds of her robe, and burrowed down to her pubic area, stroking and rubbing the hot moist mound. With a moan, she began to massage the maddened distended folds.
Her breathing slowed and she felt a new wave of intense heat pass up through her body. She opened her legs wider and slowly probed her fingertips deeper inside, trying to quench the tiny teasing flames licking down between her legs.
Abruptly, she brought herself to a halt. My God, she thought wildly, what am I doing? She was sprawled on the bed, her legs wide-spread, her robe pulled away from her lithe voluptuous body. She tried to order her arms to pull back her robe to its rightful place, tried to commandeer her willful body into obedience but it was no good. She was beaten. Something, brought on by the shock of her husband's unfaithfulness, had gotten loose in her body and was raging unchecked in her fiery loins. The fever had dulled her senses and taken her limbs out of her control. Almost of its own accord, her finger crept back beneath her panties and felt the soft blonde curls of her pubic hair, damp and warm and the delicate sensitive lips shivered under her own touch. She could feel all along the length of her wet soft slit. It was slowly throbbing as she drew open the moist furrow. Tenderly, the finger pulled along the smooth inner lips, sending flashes of pleasure up her spine. The probing digit suddenly found the swollen bud of her clitoris and more flushes of startling pleasure raced up her body. Cautiously, she began to rub the inflamed tips; it throbbed into erection. Rays of heat darted out from her pussy and spread their red hot glow over her entire moistened body. With a sudden eager movement, she thrust with her finger into the yielding recesses, feeling them swell and grow. Shivers ran up and down her back contrasting almost painfully with the baking heat that invaded her body. Her fingers hesitated at the deeper opening to her mysterious interior and she felt the delicate flower-like mouth throb in expectation. She gasped with pleasure as her free hand grazed the downy soft skin of her inner thighs. She held the waiting finger over the hungry opening.
Thoughts of her husband flashed once more through her mind. How he had hurt her, by not caring about her feelings, how she was certain he was with another woman - just like Peggy had intimated. Peggy was right. 'Sauce for the goose!' She'd get her own back on him, show him she wasn't going to sit around waiting for him.
Sighing, she thrust her impatient finger into the moist warm velvety channel. The smooth interior cuntal walls closed around her probing finger like a second skin, bringing blessed relief. Gently, she rotated her finger, only it wasn't a finger any longer, it was a male penis, engorged and throbbingly alive, sinking deeper and deeper inside her. Her hips began to churn slowly in response to the rhythmic thrusting of the delicious life-saving organ imbedded inside.
"OOOOOooooohhhhh..." she moaned, her head swaying slowly from side to side. Desperately, she wormed yet another finger into her steaming vagina, and she felt the member expand and inflate as her pulsing vaginal walls contracted in ecstasy. Her hand found her eager clitoris again and began to stroke it into a faster and frenzied rhythm.
Her breasts heaved and fell in deep violent waves. Her hands almost clawed at her grasping cunt in feeble simulation of fucking. Then a tremendous surge of power seemed to sweep through her and spasms of uncontrollable pleasure shook her from head to toe. She was cumming now and she was being filled with wave after wave of delicious white-hot cum, which seeped into her every crease and crevice as the incredible prick spurted endlessly into her. Her hands clenched and her legs fell slowly into a lewd outspread position as the tide of her release receded, and the deflating penis slipped from her gratified orifice, only it wasn't a penis, but her own lubricant soaked fingers, and she lay back, tears brimming to her eyes again, willing herself into a fitful sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
"Hey, isn't that Mrs. Moe from next door?" Alfred North asked his wife, pointing to the tall, attractive girl getting out of her car in the supermarket parking lot.
"Why yes, so it is!" Peggy answered, settling herself into the passenger seat of their Buick Riviera.
"Man oh man! Look at those boobs!" Alfred said excitedly, his eyes glued on Eva's curvaceous figure. "Let's say hello t(c) her!"
"Oh not now!" Peggy snapped, "can't you see she's in a hurry? There'll be plenty of time later!"
"Okay!" Alfred grumbled good-naturedly. "But if I'd known Moe had such a doll of a wife, I wouldn't have cut him so short at the sales meeting the other day." He took a last backward look in the rearview mirror as he steered out of the crowded parking lot, but Eva had already disappeared inside the huge store. He had had only a few brief glimpses of his new next door neighbor but from what he had seen, he liked. He didn't care much for Moe, though - the younger man's obvious attempts to butter up the senior executives in the firm-including himself-had rubbed him the wrong way. He preferred a more subtle approach - his own manner of operation-and therefore had put the rising young salesman in his place when he'd tried to be too chummy with him at the meeting the other day. To tell the truth, Alfred had not been too pleased at first when the Moes had taken the house next door, but there was nothing he could do about it and besides, now that he'd had another look at Mrs. Moe, he might just become a little more neighborly with them.
They drove the rest of the way home in silence. For once, they had a free Saturday night, and planned to have a quiet dinner at home and an early night.
Peggy had almost bullied Alfred into going shopping with her - a chore he hated - but to her way of thinking, there was something eminently satisfying about pushing one's cart around the aisles, accompanied by a very attractive husband!
And there was no doubt at all but that Alfred was still handsome, she reflected, as she carried a bag of groceries into the large kitchen of their home, in spite of a slight thickening of his waistline and a faint corrosion of his features, almost inevitable as one approached the late forties. Even after two years of marriage, Peggy was still impressed by his thick-set though somewhat short appearance, his craggy masculine face. Even though he had such an important position with the company, he hadn't become one of those businessmen who devoted their whole life to the firm, neglecting wife, home, health in the process. Alfred somehow managed to leave all of his worries behind at the office after hours. Peggy was very grateful for this, as she needed to have a man who could give her a lot of time and attention. That was part of the trouble with Ed, her first husband - she was left alone and neglected too often, and too long, and a woman like her with natural desires and impulses, couldn't put up with that for long.
"How about a drink, after the Saturday afternoon ritual in suburbia?" Alfred asked once they were inside.
"Coming right up, baby!" Peggy called from the kitchen, storing away the few perishables from the shopping in the fridge. She collected some ice cubes and joined Alfred in their Danish Modern living room where he had already started a fire in the big, cut stone fireplace.
She mixed two Gin and Tonics, and then joined her husband on the low, burnt-orange studio couch.
"Well, what do you think of our new neighbor, honey?" Alfred asked, taking a deep swallow of his drink.
"They seem pretty nice," she answered contemplatively, "but I've only seen Moe himself once or twice, and from a distance."
She remembered the few brief looks she'd had at Moe next door. He certainly seemed attractive enough, and from what Alfred told her, the cocky, self-confident type. Eva, too, was friendly, although Peggy had sensed the slight reticence with which the girl had first greeted her, and put this down to shyness.
"I think we should get to know them a little better, don't you?" he said.
"You mean, you should get to know Mrs. Moe a lot better!" Peggy shot back.
"No harm in being friendly with my new neighbors," Alfred chortled, and suddenly rising, went over to the window. Eva had returned from the store and was getting the groceries out of the back seat. She was leaning over, her already tight jeans stretched taut over her shapely buttocks, the material slipping to the crevice between the smoothly rounded spheres.
"Man!" Alfred ogled, "look at that ass! I'd give anything to get a piece of that!"
"Alfred!" Peggy chided, "get away from that window! The whole neighborhood will see you."
Stealing another quick glance at the lithesome figure of the girl next door, he sighed heavily and then walked over and rejoined his wife on the couch.
"She's really something," Alfred said, shaking his head, "you didn't tell me what she was really like!"
"Well, I didn't think she was anything special," Peggy retorted jealousy.
"Well, well, don't tell me you're jealous!" Alfred teased.
"Of course not!" Peggy replied hotly. "I just hate to see you get so worked up this way over some little number who'd run a mile before she'd let you hold her hand!"
"Don't be too sure, baby. Old Alfred has never failed yet. What he wants, he gets!"
Peggy frowned. She had to admit that what her husband was saying was right. He had a way with women - he never failed to win them over, no matter how reluctant they were in the beginning. It was this fateful charm of his which had attracted her to him in the beginning. He was so self assured that she felt it was a challenge to her to resist him. She had fought hard during their courtship to get the upper hand and had finally arranged their relationship on her terms. She had won, but only to the point where it seemed as though she were in control. The reality was different. She lived in well-hidden but chronic fear of losing him.
"But Alfred," she began aloud, "you'll never get in those pants of hers. She's so young and absolutely crazy about her husband. She'll laugh in your face!"
"Wanna bet?" Alfred laughed, squeezing her knee. He was enjoying the position he was putting her in. He knew she was jealous of young Mrs. Moe, and trying hard not to show it. It always put her on edge when he showed an interest in other women, even though she had re-asserted many times her firm belief that a marriage should have the rejuvenating benefit of occasional extra-marital adventures. Besides, he hadn't seen anyone as young and delectable as that little dish next door in a long time, and he'd really enjoy getting into her pants, particularly as she seemed to be the quiet, reserved type - the ones who often had a volcano beneath the surface waiting to be uncapped. He'd never really noticed her when she'd worked for the firm. He had been traveling a lot at that time and she was only there for a few months.
Also, he thought interestedly, it would teach young hotshot Moe a lesson, to have his sweet young wife fucked by his superior at work and next door neighbor to boot-show him he wasn't the only gay blade around. Alfred had noticed how all the young girls at the office were falling all over themselves to get Moe's attention and that irked him especially because it hadn't been so very long ago when he himself had been the object of their flattery.
"Tell me just how you propose to get our lovely neighbor into your clutches?" Peggy asked mockingly. "As I said, she doesn't exactly strike me as being the swinger type!" She moved closer to Alfred on the low sofa, her skin tingling from the chilling feel of his hand which had moved up the plane of her firm leg and was now jiggling provocatively at the sensitive inner flesh of her thigh.
"I've got a plan, baby," Alfred leered, "to snare that young innocent, and you are going to help me!"
"Oh no, I'm not!" Peggy retorted quickly. "You'll have to play your little game all by yourself."
"Oh come on!" Alfred wheedled. "Don't be a wet blanket!" His fingers danced around the leg band of her panties, the fingertips brushing electrically against the moistening nylon crotchband. Peggy squirmed under her husband's tantalizing stroking, shivers of awakening desire coursing up and down her spine. It was always like this-she couldn't resist him. When he touched her, she ignited into hungry passionate flames and now it was no different. Even the knowledge that her husband was infatuated with their new neighbor did not dampen her rising desire and in spite of her seething jealousy, she found her breath quickening and a languor flush spreading over her body. She had been hurt, and angry too, at her husband's blatant announcement of his intention to seduce young Mrs. Eva Moe, and she had fought to control the feelings, which, if surfaced, she knew would disgust and anger her husband.
"Well, what about it? Will you help me?" Alfred leered again.
Peggy's head was in a turmoil. What had she let herself in for? She knew that a lot of the success of their marriage was due to their mutual open-mindedness on marital fidelity. If she expressed disapproval now, it would be like a negation of her previous often-stated views. Worse still, might even upset Alfred to the point where he'd feel boxed in. Make him resort to cheating behind her back. No, far better to have it all out front. On the other hand, if she agreed this time, might she not be giving him Carte Blanche to go sniffing after every little pussy that came his way?
"Agree to help me, or I'll stop!"
Alfred's voice broke in on her confused thoughts. His fingers were rummaging around freely now, inserted under the elastic legband of her panties, twisting playfully among the moist strands of her pubic hair, teasing the quivering vaginal flesh unmercifully. Tremors cavorted up and down her body as she leaned against her husband's stocky form, her legs splayed wide, her dress riding up around her hips.
She couldn't think! Her brain just refused to obey her feeble commands. Her whole being was consumed by the flaming tide of her arousal which was sweeping like a brush fire along her entire body, sending shoots of red hot shocks out to each fingertip and down to the tips of her toes. But she couldn't let him stop - he had to continue his maddening manipulation of her pussy, had to keep giving her the tremendous excitement he had started in her body.
"Tell me you'll do as I say, or I'll stop this!" he demanded, withdrawing his fingers slightly from his wife's writhing vagina.
A deep groan dragged itself from Peggy's lips as she felt his ministrations cease. Almost instantly, a frenzied burning began in her pussy, as deprived of the fuel for the furnace that had been started there it demanded continuation of the delicious attention. She couldn't let him stop. She was demented from the gnawing emptiness inside her, yet she couldn't let him, indeed, help him to get into the hot pants of the young little newlywed next door.
"Oh! Oh!" she hissed, her body writhing in unfulfilled desire, "don't stop! I'll... I'll help you!"
"Good girl!" Alfred laughed, returning his dampened fingers to his wife's hotly throbbing vaginal mouth.
"On one condition," Peggy suddenly blurted, her mind desperate for a solution to her sudden quandary.
"What's that, baby?" Alfred mused, rummaging inside the pulsing genital folds.
"That - that you help me get someone I like later on!"
Peggy heard her husband draw in his breath sharply, and wondered briefly if she had been too hasty in her choice of condition that she had imposed on him. But hell, she thought almost immediately, why should he be the one to have all the fun? I'm entitled to my share, too...
"Okay, lover you win!" Alfred chortled. "You help me get my hands on the delectable Mrs. Moe and I'll help you seduce whatever young whippersnapper your sweet little pussy desires!"
Peggy was mildly surprised at her husband's ready acceptance of her suggestion. She had hoped to slow him down, make him think twice about his intentions regarding their next door neighbor. But he seemed as determined as ever to go ahead with his plans - and worse still, she had committed herself to helping him. Still, she consoled herself, her mind in a ferment from the intense drubbing her husband was exercising on her feverish pussy, at least I'll know what he's up to. He won't be fooling around behind my back... and I can pay him back by having my fun later.
"Mmmmmmmm... Oh God, it feels so good..." she murmured.
"For being such a good girl, I'm going to give you a little reward!" Alfred crooned, "but first I'm going to tell you my little plan. We'll throw a little party on Friday night - Moe should still be traveling then - for just a few friends like the Becks. We'll invite young snooty Mrs. Moe - that's where you come in. It'll be up to you to persuade her to come, as she'll probably be reluctant with Moe away. I'll spike her drinks, get her alone when she's looped and-"
"Then you'll take advantage of the poor young thing!" Peggy finished, smiling to herself at the thought of her aloof young neighbor falling prey to her insatiable husband's voracious demands.
"Of course I can, you son of a gun! Now how about that reward you were talking about a while back?"
She looked at him through heavy lidded eyes, her platinum hair spiking out like silver around her ivory face. Her legs were still widespread, exposing the narrow strip of her panties and her eyes traveled the length of her husband's thick-set body stopping at the point where a faintly throbbing bulge was discernible.
"Okay lover," Alfred answered, his eyes avidly fixed on the pulsing spot between her legs which drew him like a magnet, "but first let's get naked."
Smiling assent, Peggy walked into the bedroom, quickly followed by her triumphant husband. She began to unzip her dress, peeling the woolen garment down over her creamy shoulders, revealing the excited swelling of her breasts which were cradled together in the halter of her lacy bra. She wriggled out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor, her eyes fastened on the distended rod of her husband's penis, which jutted out like a lighthouse at sea from his naked body. She stripped off her bra and panties and stood lazily before him.
"Now for your reward!" Alfred growled, lunging at her, and they fell together onto the huge double bed, Peggy twittering with delight. He pinned her down on the bed, her voluptuous body sinking into the soft down of the eider quilt, his mouth trailing down over her velvety, pliant skin. He could feel her entire body quivering under his kisses, every nerve ending alive and expectant. His mouth came to rest on the crinkly crisp hair of her pubic fleece and he breathed deep of the warm feminine odor which was emanating from the depths of her inviting orifice. He hovered over her taken aback by the tantalizing sight of the moistly throbbing pussy offered up to him. He could see the thin-haired outer lips, fleshy already in desire, forming a protective furrow for the dilated petal edged mouth of her vagina and the pink tip of her hard little clitoris, rigid from his manual awakening.
Deftly, he placed a hand on each inner thigh and spread her smooth, shapely legs further apart, further exposing the moist pink lips of her vaginal slit. He stared at his objective for a moment longer and then with torturous slowness, he lowered his head. His tongue snaked out like a racing lizard and swiped the full length of his wife's waiting pussy. Peggy moaned, a deep throat gasp, and jerked her buttocks back against the bedspread, the searing touch of her husband's tongue a firebrand on her naked genitals.
"Oh God, Alfred..." she moaned, her words ending in an impassioned sob as his tongue snaked around inside her naked vaginal folds. Her hips undulated like a snake against the flesh of his face and Alfred felt a violent convulsion spasm her body as his lips discovered the trembling rigidity of her clitoris. The flesh of her pussy felt satiny smooth and he licked and nibbled at the warm moistness of it with growing hunger. He sucked in the nectarine moistness that flowed out from her depths to welcome him and its hot dewiness seemed to travel through the length of his body and burn with fiery heat through his veins all the way down to his cock.
He pushed his mouth hard against the delicate pink furrow, her palpitating pussy hotly rimming around his nose and lips. She was squirming as his hands closed around her buttocks, his fingers digging into the soft yielding flesh of her buttocks. He could hear her moaning as he thrust his long, saliva moistened tongue further and deeper inside her, and she jerked upward, trying to skewer herself completely on his plunging organ.
Alfred raised his eyes and surveyed her writhing, perspiration-bathed body with satisfaction. Her breasts were jiggling like soft quivering mounds of jello and her head was tossing from side to side, her mouth half-open. Her cunt flowered open wider and he could feel the cords of her thighs flex and relax in rhythm with his swirling tongue.
Suddenly, he felt her moving beneath him. For a moment he thought she was cumming - that she had reached orgasm already, but then she was turning, wriggling her head down towards him, until she was lying upside down underneath him.
"Oh don't stop... don't stop now..." she moaned, and Alfred continued to burrow his lips with lewd wet sluicing sounds deeper and deeper into her tongue-stretched vaginal hole.
Her fingers closed around his cock and at her touch, Alfred felt the blood racing through him. At first, her grasp was gentle, caressing his inflated rod with light feathery strokes. She cupped his balls in her palm, nestling them like eggs, weighing them tenderly. Then he felt the first long sweep of her tongue, which made his heart pound like a tom-tom in his ribcage. He felt a warm sensuous euphoria creeping over him as her mouth enclosed his throbbing cockhead in its hot buttery depths.
Her tongue darted in and out, probing at the excitedly pulsating tip. He could feel her licking and sucking the whole length of the rod of hardened maleness, her hot searing kisses lubricating the tautly stretched flesh. Her tongue rammed into the tiny glans opening, at the tip, draining it of any lurking moisture and he could imagine how she looked as her mouth filled to the bursting point with the bloated, pulsing head of his prick.
His whole body was bathed in moisture as their frames locked together, mouth on pussy and lips on cock, the bed creaking under their rocking weight.
God, he thought through the daze of his sensual torpor, no one, but no one, can suck cock like Peggy!
Her fingers darted up and down the length of his penis, following the path of her lips, and Alfred began to shiver and tremble as he felt his member inflating from the force of the blood rushing through the pulsating tube. He could feel rather than hear her mewl with pleasure as his own tongue sunk deeper and deeper into her swirling crystal channel. She was sucking steadily, rhythmically, in time to his own desperate oral probing and her fingers were like foraging insects crawling over his buttocks.
He increased the tempo of his furious drubbing, licking the distended vaginal lips, plunging into her moist mysterious valley, gripping the hard little love-button of her clitoris, biting it tenderly, hotly reaming the churning cave of her cuntal orifice.
She was dancing and writhing about beneath him, forcing her tortured loins up against his overworked mouth, further guttural moans exploding around his pounding cock. Her heels locked around his neck, trapping him completely as he mashed against the ravenous expanse of her pussy. Her mouth gulped savagely on his prick, sucking it further and deeper inside her completely-filled mouth, and then, suddenly, she stiffened like a poker, her body tense and rigid.
Alfred heard her gasping moans muffling around his cock and then her whole being seemed to explode. She began to twist and flail wantonly, her whole body gyrating like a rawhide whip. Her mouth tugged and chewed on his own bursting cock, unleashing the torrent of his own frenetic desire.
It... gets better... and better... was his last coherent thought and then his hips were thrashing from side to side as his boiling sperm shot out like water from a hose and filled her mouth with flood after flood of the thick creamy liquid. She held on to the jerking instrument, swallowing the tide of his seed as it spurted into her continually, until she had drained every last drop from his deflating flaccid penis. When it was empty, she finally released it and they lay back blissfully.
"How did you like that?" his wife whispered after a long silence.
"Mmmmmmmmm..." was all Alfred could murmur.
"That was your reward!" Peggy continued impishly.
"My reward? For what?"
"You'll see, lover, you'll see!" Peggy smiled, completely satisfied now with the bargain she had struck with her husband over the seduction of their neighbor, young Mrs. Moe.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Now look honey," Ned said firmly into the phone, "I didn't plan it this way and there's nothing I can do about it."
"But... couldn't you come home for the weekend and then go back Sunday night?" Eva asked plaintively.
"Darling, I've already told you - I have to meet a client on Saturday and..."
"But it will be almost two weeks since you've been home..." Eva wailed.
"Will you stop acting like a child, Eva. You'd think I'd been away for a year!"
"But you don't care..."
"Listen," Ned interrupted, "I can't wait around all day listening to you whining. I'll call you later, okay?"
Eva bit back the tears which were choking her. She wanted to scream, shriek out her frustration into the phone, but she knew she couldn't do that. Yet, she could not will herself to converse naturally with her husband-act as if it were the most natural thing in the world for him to call up and say he'd been delayed four days! He was due home on Thursday, tomorrow, but now he wouldn't be back until next Tuesday. Just then, she heard the phone click - Ned had hung up!
Fresh tears welled up in her eyes. Why did she have to suffer like this? she wondered miserably. Why couldn't her husband have an ordinary job with regular hours like other men?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. She padded over to the door, catching a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror - unkempt hair, eyes puffy from crying, old sweater and jeans. She knew she looked a sight, but somehow she didn't care. Opening the door, she felt a mixture of irritation and mild pleasure on seeing Peggy North.
"Oh hello Peggy," Eva greeted her, a wan smile flitting across her lips, "do come in."
"Goodness, you don't look very well this morning," Peggy chirped, following Eva into the living room. "Anything the matter, or are you just missing that husband of yours?"
Feminine vanity kept her from telling her friend all about the spats she and Ned had been having on the phone.
"Oh, I just feel a bit under the weather," Eva explained, feeling that her excuse was in part true.
"Why don't you have something to perk you up?" Peggy suggested helpfully. "A Bloody Mary works wonders!"
"Good idea!" Eva agreed, trying to muster up enthusiasm as she ambled into the kitchen. Peggy followed her and they kept up a patter of small talk while Eva mixed a pitcher of drinks.
"Actually," Peggy confided, "the reason I came over this morning was to invite you and Ned to a small party we're having this Friday. Just drinks and a few hors d'oeuvres for a few close friends."
"Oh I'm terribly sorry, Peggy," Eva said, grateful for an excuse to avoid the party, "but Ned won't be home Friday. He'll still be in Richmond."
"What a pity!" Peggy sympathized, "but surely you'll come anyway?"
"Oh no, I couldn't!" Eva blurted, draining her glass in her confusion. "Not by myself."
"Why not? We'll take good care of you and our friends, the Becks and the Polks are just dying to meet you. You can't let us down!"
"Well, I... "
"You don't have to stay very long - just say hello and have a drink with us!"
Eva poured herself another Bloody Mary. She didn't know how to turn down Peggy's invitation, yet she dreaded the thought of going to the party, small though it was, without Ned. Still, if she only went for about an hour, it would take her mind off Ned and her loneliness, pass the time in other words.
"Well, maybe I will drop by!" she said carefully, "but only for a little while!"
She felt steadied by the Bloody Mary, and wondered why she hadn't thought of fixing herself one earlier. She was beginning to feel glad that Peggy had come over. The older woman had a brightening effect on her, and she enjoyed her animated prattle, although she still had her doubts about the party.
"Oh Eva, I'm so glad you're coming!" Peggy enthused, and went on to talk about the party.
"Alfred can act as barman and I'll have the hors d'oeuvres all ready beforehand. The Becks are really nice-I'm sure you'll like them. Jeff is an architect, you know, and then Mona, that's his wife, and Patty Polk have a boutique on Watchung Avenue. It's called "STOP!" and they have the most incredible clothes there. By the way, what are you going to wear?"
"I haven't really thought about it yet," Eva answered, surprised.
"Do wear something absolutely stunning!" Peggy urged. "I've been telling Patty and Mona how gorgeous you are, and I want them to be green with envy when they see you!"
"Well, I could wear my new midi, you know, the one you saw."
"No, everybody wears midis these days!" Peggy smiled. "You must think me very forward, but let's have a look at your closet and we'll pick out something ravishing."
Eva, hiding her surprise over her friend's concern over what she should wear, led the way to the bedroom. They looked over a number of dresses, all fairly expensive and fashionable. Ned gave her a very generous dress allowance and Eva just loved buying clothes. Peggy exclaimed over them all, but couldn't make up her mind. Suddenly, she delved into the back of the spacious closet, and brought out a short black dress. The bodice was of sheer voile with a high neck and long sleeves, and the skirt was a silky crepe.
"What about this, Eva?" Peggy asked. "I bet it looks fabulous on you!"
"I couldn't!" Eva protested. "I bought it on impulse and Ned wouldn't let me wear it."
"Well, here's your chance. What he won't know won't hurt him!"
"It's... it's too daring!" Eva insisted. "I wouldn't have the nerve to wear it."
"You have a matching bra for it, don't you?" Peggy inquired, and Eva nodded, thinking of the skimpy strip of black lace that accompanied it.
"Promise me you'll think about wearing it!" Peggy urged.
"I don't know if... "
"Don't be silly, Eva. It's the Twentieth Century!"
Eva didn't know what to say and her friend continued breathlessly.
"I have to run now, but please give this fabulous dress an airing!"
"Okay, I'll think about it," Eva said, anxious to placate her insistent friend.
"See you on Friday then, about 8:00," Peggy said, and Eva accompanied her to the front door.
Eva finished the remaining Bloody Mary in the container after her friend left. She was glad Peggy hadn't questioned her about Ned or made any of her remarks about traveling salesmen. She didn't think she could have stopped herself from blurting out her suspicions about Ned. For the most part, however, in the cold light of reason which followed her outburst on the phone to Ned several days ago and her subsequent auto gratification, she realized that she had been completely unreasonable in her accusations. Ned, when he called her each evening afterwards, seemed to have forgotten about her tantrum and she had tried her best to stem her fears. But like this morning's phone call, she couldn't stop herself from sniping at him. Nagging suspicion kept reappearing and filling her with dread. She had consoled herself by rationalizing that the loathsome act she'd succumbed to as an aftermath of their conversation that day and those suspicions of hers, was really the result of an excess of liquor, and as she hadn't really hurt anyone and she herself bore the weight of guilt, she resolved to pass it from her memory.
Perhaps this party wouldn't be so bad. She would meet a few new people - have something else to think about besides herself and her problems. Finishing her drink, she found herself beginning to look forward to it, even wondering how she'd fix her hair and whether she should wear her sexy black dress.
* * *
The other guests had already arrived when Peggy led Eva into the large, pine-panelled living room. The hum of conversation stopped as soon as she entered the room and Eva experienced a slight chill of self-consciousness as she felt all eyes on her. I shouldn't have come! was her immediate reaction, but before she had a chance to mull further, Alfred North came striding over to her. He greeted her warmly, his eyes running freely over her body in frank appreciation. She was glad now that she had taken an extra little bit of trouble to look well, and even Peggy had whispered an extravagant compliment to her as she opened the door for her. She knew that her black dress was rather more dressy than what the others were wearing, but the admiring stares the three men gave her were compensation enough for the somewhat envious gaze of the two strange women. She was introduced to the other guests and then Alfred drew her aside possessively.
"What'll you have to drink, my dear?" he asked pleasantly.
"Well, I'd really like something rather mild," she laughed nervously.
"Okay, Eva, my dear, the North special coming up!"
She watched as he expertly mixed a strange concoction. She lost track of what went into it but she was relieved to see him top it up with a large measure of what looked like ginger ale. With an exaggerated flourish he handed it to her, and waited expectantly for her to taste it.
"Mmmmmmmm... this is nice," she smiled, enjoying the slightly ginger flavor of the exotic drink, detecting only a slight taste of alcohol.
"I must say, Eva, you look absolutely stunning tonight. The wives, including my own, are absolutely livid and the men can't take their eyes off you."
Eva blushed, unable to find a suitable reply. She was glad she came to the party now - the compliments were doing her a power of good and the drink was soothing her, relaxing her frazzled nerves.
"Look, Peggy's handing out some food," Alfred said suddenly, leading her over to where the rest of the guests were gathered around the trays. Peggy had arranged an appetizing display of hors d'oeuvres, and Eva spent some time sampling them all, particularly the little hot sausage rolls and the stuffed mushroom caps, which she loved.
"That's a beautiful dress!" a pleasant female voice complimented, and Eva turned to face Mona Beck, a tall, rather attractive redhead. "Of course, you certainly do it justice."
"Thank you," Eva replied, and complimented her in turn on the rather wild print dashiki she was wearing.
"You must come down and have a look around our shop," Patty chimed, having joined them. "I'm sure you'll find something there. With your figure and coloring, there'll be dozens of things that will suit you."
Eva felt a warm blush spread over her. These people were so nice, convivial and genuine. She didn't mind the other woman's obvious advertisement for the boutique, and the three of them engaged in a lively discussion of clothes, fashion, etc. When they had run the gamut of colors, styles, and designers, Eva glanced at her watch and saw that it was already eleven o'clock. She really wanted to get home early and made her excuses to the two women. Heading for the kitchen to find Peggy, she was surprised to find that she was swaying slightly. Surely she couldn't have drunk so much!
Peggy, Alfred and Jeff were in the large kitchen, Myles having joined the other two women in the living room.
"Here she is - the belle of the party!" Alfred quipped and Eva could see that his face was flushed crimson. It was obvious he had consumed a great deal of liquor and it seemed as if his wife and Jeff were in the same condition. Her observation reinforced her intention to leave, and hesitantly, she said:
"I think I'll be getting horn now..."
"What, leaving so early?" Alfred slurred. "You gotta have another drink!"
Before she could protest, he'd placed another glass in her hand.
"That's right, you can't go yet," Peggy purred, her eyes bright, "we haven't had a moment together! I've been so busy!" she finished, gesticulating with her hands.
"I'm...going to kiss Mrs. Moe!" Jeff said suddenly, taking a step towards Eva. He was reeling dangerously and there was a glazed, but obviously hungry glint in his eye.
Eva, though her senses were dulled by the drinks she had taken, felt repulsed by the drunken man and with a faint gasp, moved quickly backwards.
"Don't worry, honey," Alfred asserted behind her, his arm circling around her waist and pulling her back beside him, "I'll protect you! Go away, Jeff!"
She found herself wedged in between the freezer and Alfred, who was scowling mock-menacingly at the bewildered Jeff, for whom events had happened too quickly. Peggy was suppressing laughter as she looked from Alfred to Eva to Jeff, and she suddenly stepped forward, her usual slinky wiggle accentuated by her unsteady balance.
"Come along, Jeff," she whispered, and hooking her hand in his arm, led him towards the living room.
Eva felt relieved when he'd gone. She'd never been adept at brushing off the advances of inebriated men, and when her own faculties weren't functioning too well either for much the same reason, she was usually at a loss for what to do.
"Oh thank you, Alfred," she said gratefully, "I don't..."
"Think nothing of it, sweetheart!" he said jovially, giving her waist an unexpected squeeze. She had forgotten that his arm was still clasped around her and now made an effort to dislodge herself from her cramped position.
"I must go now..." she began, but to her dismay Alfred didn't seem to hear her. Worse still, his grasp had tightened and his face seemed to be hovering nearer to hers.
"Alfred, I..." she began again, feebly, her hand struggling to unclasp his big muscular one. Still staring down smoulderingly at her, his free hand clamped down on hers and slid it roughly down to the front of his slacks.
"Ooohhh!" she gasped, unable to control herself. The inflated length of his penis was a swollen bulge that thumped like a captured bird in her grasp. Her hand felt like it was pressing against a red hot poker and desperately, she tried to wrench it away. Her eyes flew beseechingly to the man by her side, but his face offered no consolation. His expression was a lascivious grimace of lust, and Eva instantly realized that he was not nearly as intoxicated as he had first appeared. God, what was happening? It was like a nightmare! Alfred's member was jerking under her hand in mounting excitement and yet she still couldn't yank away her hand. It was held there, brutally, by the lust-obsessed man at her side. What could she do? A half-sob rose in her throat. If only someone would come! She gasped with relief as, with a grunt, Alfred finally released his talon-like clutch on her hand and she made a reckless surge to escape from her imprisoning corner. But it was no use! Alfred didn't budge an inch. She was trapped!
"Alfred, please let me out, please!" she implored, tears brimming her eyes.
Alfred stared back at her. Now he had her where he wanted her. Their plan had worked and there was no escape for her. Already he could see that all the brandy he had added to her "specials," was having a weakening effect on her. Who did she think she was anyway, with her tits hanging out almost naked like that under that skimpy little dress and her ass barely covered? A prick-tease, no doubt, and pretending to be shocked by having her hand on his cock. Well, he knew how to deal with the likes of her...
"Stay just a little bit longer," he wheedled mockingly, "I'm just getting to know you."
She stared at him uncomprehendingly as his hand moved up and cupped one full breast through the sheer fabric of her dress, his fingers squeezing the sensitive nipples to hardened erection. Her mind cried out at the excruciating pleasure-pain that was parading through her from the outrageous license he had taken. If only she hadn't drink so much! If she could only gather her wits, decide what she should do... Her throat was dry, her lips parched. A few steps away in the living room, she could hear the continual buzz of conversation, broken by an occasional tinkle of laughter. Oh why didn't someone come in, save her from the drunken familiarities he was taking...
She moaned again in helplessness as she felt her neighbor's insinuating hand trailing down along her hip, caressing her thigh, and then crawling up again, under her dress, inserting itself under the legband of her thin elastic panties.
Oh God. No! her dazed brain screamed. What could she do? She tried to clench her thighs together, to keep out the despicable invader, but her liquor-weakened strength was no match for his lust-incited ardor, and to her shocked disbelief, she felt his finger tease at the trembling mound of her vagina, probing hotly at the tangled vee of pubic curls.
"Oh no... please stop..." she heard herself plead. She tried to scream, wanted to, but no sound but a harsh gargle rattled in her arid throat.
If only Ned were here! her mind thought hopelessly. Ned! He seemed a million light years away, but he'd help her, save her from this degradation. His fingers were pushing the restricting panties down, bunching her dress about her thighs and then - his middle finger slithered brazenly into the moist little cuntal furrow up between her legs.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she sobbed writhing desperately to escape the probing finger. But even her cries were drowned by the sound of a "soul" record which just started to play in the living room. She was lost now! Her strength was ebbing and she had to submit to this inhuman mortification, had to submit to her own drunken neighbor's fingers searching around her now unprotected vagina, dipping into her warm secret depths.
Then, to her unparalleled relief, Peggy appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray of empty glasses. Eva sobbed with relief. It was all right now. She didn't have to put up with this humiliation any longer, she could go home now.
"Hey, how are you two getting along?" Peggy asked. "You look pretty cozy to me!"
Eva gasped. Didn't she know what was going on? Couldn't she see?
"We're just beginning to get acquainted," Alfred leered, "aren't we, honey?"
Eva stared in disbelief. Wasn't Peggy going to stop this horrible surrealistic drama? Eva herself wanted to tell Peggy, scream at her what was happening. But - how could she tell Peggy that her husband was probing in her vagina with his fingers, that he was teasing at her delicate inner flesh right now? How could she tell Peggy that?
Through tear-dimmed eyes, Eva saw the other woman leave the kitchen, leaving her at the mercy of the lust-craved man whose finger was now toying at the tiny bud of her clitoris. A shock wave spiraled through her as tiny ripples of forbidden pleasure skimmed along her spine as his fingers continued to stroke the erogenous tip. No, she couldn't, mustn't give in to the illicit enjoyment. She had to fight it, she had to!
If only Ned hadn't been delayed, she wouldn't be in this unbelievable predicament. Oh why wasn't he here, when she needed him most? Fresh sobs wracked her body. His fingers were skimming around inside the tender folds, teasing them into erotic swellings. The ripples of delight grew into streams of warm, soothing pleasure which swept over her. Her mind registered abhorrence, revulsion, even while an almost imperceptible churning began deep down in the pit of her stomach. She tried to fight it, banish it from her mutinous body, but she was too weakened to struggle. She could only moan softly as the insidious fingers stroked the soft flanges of her vagina, hungrily caressing their young velvety hotness.
"That's my girl!" Alfred crooned, sensing she was on the point of surrender, and raising his free hand, kneaded first one and then the other of the straining mounds of her breasts, strumming the nipples with expertise into painful erection.
Eva sagged against the wall. She couldn't fight it anymore, she had to give in to the feeling of ecstatic sensuality which was rapidly enveloping her in spite of the fact that it was being induced by her next door neighbor and not by her own husband. If only Ned hadn't left her alone for so long. Through her inflamed brain, snatches of her first conversation with Peggy came tripping back - "left alone too long," "sauce for the goose ... "Is that what Peggy meant? Had this happened to her, too? Had her love-starved body, neglected by her traveling husband, succumbed to the crude advances of a near-stranger?
Her loins were aflame now, in spite of her shame at a strange man's caresses, the throbbing between her thighs one mass of exquisitely excruciating sensation. She never felt anything like this incredible pleasure she was being given by this man who had initially repulsed her, disgusted her completely a few short minutes before. Not even in her wildest lovemaking with her own husband, had the thrill of arousal been so intense, so needle-sharp. It had never been like this with Ned.
She knew now, as surely as if she'd known it all her life, that she was enjoying being used like a whore, her vagina being teased at and strangely excited by her next door neighbor, right in that man's kitchen, with his wife and four others in the next room! The forbiddenness of the situation excited her lewdly and she groaned her desire-ridden cleft down on Alfred's feverishly digging fingers. His digits swirled in and out of her clasping writhing hole, until her whole lust-incensed body was undulating in heathen rhythm.
"Oooooohhhhh, Alfred," she mewled, "we shouldn't... but... but, oh God, it feels so nice, so good..."
Alfred smiled at her in increasing satisfaction. She loved it - just like he knew she would. He had broken down her external barrier, gotten to the core of pure sensuality which he had known was there. He'd enjoy bringing about the tempest which was building up inside her...
Eva was past all rational thought. She was no longer Eva Moe - she was just a body, a writhing, famished female body, ripe and ready for gratification. Peggy had been right. Why should she stay home while he had a good time. She was entitled to some fun too, and if Ned wasn't here to see that she got it, well, she'd just have to go out and get it for herself.
"Mmmmmmm..." she sighed again as Alfred increased the erotic tempo of his forced fingerfucking burrowing, probing, searching for her young, almost virginal innermost folds, kneading the burgeoning head of her clitoris, slicing in and out of the liquid warmness of her hungry, clasping cunt.
Dear God! She wanted this divine feeling to go on forever-she never wanted it to stop. A dreamy torpor was settling over her as she crushed her body against Alfred, her fiery crotch crying out for satiation. She couldn't hold out much longer now. She was going to cum like she'd never cum before. It's all your fault, Ned, oh God, you made me do this by not being there but I don't need you, I can feel without you, Oooooooooh God... I can feel without you...
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh..." she moaned, oblivious to who might hear, as paroxysms of incredible pleasure swept over her, convulsing her body into tremendous spasms, which made her jerk violently against Alfred's fingers, which were teasing furiously in and out of her drenched, dilating pussy.
"Oh God! Oh God! Ohhhhhh... "she chanted, as pinwheels of dazzling lights exploded like Catherine wheels behind her eyes, sending sparks of kaleidoscopic color shooting into the farthest corners of her brain. Wave after wave of orgiastic relief washed over her, cleansing her of all the pent-up frustration that was tormenting her body. When at last it was over, she propped herself against the wall, exhausted and spent. Her panties hung down around her knees like a helpless white flag of surrender and her dress, wrinkled and damp, clung to her hips. From beneath the dimming pleasure of orgasm, an overwhelming depression was rising.
* * *
Eva lay in a shocked daze, uncertain of how she found her way back to her own bedroom. She vaguely remembered slinking out the North's back door, and running across the lawn to her own house. Now she had to sleep, blot out the lewd degrading picture of her wanton submission to Alfred North's assault on her genitals. Why had she acted with such abandon? An action so completely against her whole way of life?
But there was no refuge in sleep. Her slumber was fragmented with obscene montages of herself - her face distorted with passion, nostrils flaring, slack-mouthed with lust, eyes smoky, her body a lewd naked contortion. Superimposed on this accusing portrayal of herself, was a lewd game of blindman's bluff. She was the blindman and couldn't see. She was stumbling around, arms outstretched. She was calling for Ned, and all the rest, Alfred and Peggy, Mona and Jeff, Myles and Patty were circling around her, taunting her, pulling at her nipples, teasing at her genitals, cupping her breasts. Almost as if the vile scene was being played upon a stage with she in the leading part and also in the audience, she saw with horrifying clarity the extent of her depravity.
She kept hearing Ned's voice all around her, and clutching desperately, in the direction of his voice, she grabbed at a male figure, sobbing with relief. "Ned darling, oh Ned!" site sobbed as she whipped off the bandage from her eyes, only it wasn't Ned, it was Alfred North, and he was leering lasciviously at her, pointing at his huge, grotesquely-distended penis...
"NO! NO! NOooooooooooo...!" she heard herself scream, and then she must have woken up for an instant before plunging into a bottomless abyss of merciful nothingness.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ned tossed his quarter into the bin and waited for the automatic toll collector to flash a green light. In about twelve minutes, he'd be home and eagerly he steered down the parkway, the big Pontiac leaping ahead as he gunned the accelerator, the thought of Eva's warm, receptive body foremost in his mind.
It was only 8:30 a.m. when Ned pulled into the driveway to their home. His Saturday morning client had cancelled his appointment and Ned seized the opportunity to snatch a few hours sleep and take a very early flight home.
Inside the house, he immediately discerned that Eva was still in bed, and leaving his briefcase on the dining room table, went straight into the bedroom.
"Hello beautiful," he smiled, looking down at the half-awakened figure of his wife.
"Oh Ned..." she whispered, trying to pull herself into a sitting position. She hoped she wasn't dreaming, that Ned had really come home to her.
"No need to get up, baby," Ned said, his eyes glued on his wife's half-hidden body as he began to strip off his clothes. He noticed as she lay back on the pillow that Eva was pale and shaken. Her eyes were vacant and dull and she lay there impassively, her eyes burning into him as he smilingly settled into bed beside her.
"Oh darling, I've missed you," he murmured, his arms enclosing her and his lips pressing eagerly into her lemon-colored swan-like neck.
With a sudden heartfelt sob, she dissolved into tears.
"Darling, Eva darling, what is it? What's the matter?"
"Oh Ned - I feel so miserable," she sobbed. "I - I..." On the verge of telling him of the humiliating events at the North's party last night, and how she had succumbed to Alfred's lecherous advances, the words stuck in her throat, and she collapsed into sobs, overwhelmed with guilt and shame.
Bewildered by her tears, Ned assumed that the reason for her distress was his rudeness to her on the phone and his delay in returning home.
"There now, honey. It's going to be all right now. I'm home again..." he said soothingly, trying to calm her as he would a child. Gently lifting her tear-stained face and turning her towards him, he stroked her smooth hair. As he comforted her, his hands moved involuntarily down to her rounded shoulders and slid underneath the sheets to her warm, full breasts. Far from soothing her like a child, his pent-up needs were driving him into displaying more grown-up emotions. His fingers tightened on the silky smoothness of her breast as he felt it glow under his touch. The nipple shivered and tightened as he tweaked it between thumb and forefinger, responding to his impulsive caress.
He loosened the front of her flimsy nightdress, exposing the buttery mounds of her breasts, the ripe ruby nipples staring up at him. He pressed closer to her, his prick stiffening against her firm, creamy flank. He could not tear his gaze away from his wife's magnificent body.
Oh no dear God, Eva thought. Didn't men have any feeling at all? Frustration and resentment flooded through the weary emptiness inside her. He didn't care about her, didn't even realize what a hell she was going through.
"So you're home again." Her voice was thin and tense. "Well, welcome home!"
"But E-Eva...!" He was open-mouthed, speechless at her hard, cold sarcasm.
"Go ahead, get on with it. That's all you've got on your mind. You might as well take what you can get!" She yanked the sheets away from her body, and stared up at him. God knows, she didn't know why she was acting like this. She didn't want to, but she couldn't help it. Something inside her had snapped.
"Eva, you're all wrong - all wrong. I love you! Don't you realize that? And I want you, too - that's only natural. I'm sorry I was delayed; I couldn't help it, and look, I'm home early!"
She ignored his pleading explanation. Swept along in the tide of her own agony, she was helpless in its course. Her hazel eyes flamed with anger, and beneath that, a plea for understanding. He reached over her, trying to understand, and she curled away from his gesture as though to ward off a blow.
Ignorant of the overwhelming flood of her shame and guilt, Ned felt a sudden stirring of cold rage.
What did she think he was - some kind of animal? Did she think he would actually strike her? Or rape her? The insult stung him and clouded his brain with fury. The deprivation of his long lonely nights, culminating in his wishful thinking on the long drive home from the airport, goaded him to a savage desire for the luscious woman who cringed away from him.
With lust fanned violence, Ned lunged toward her and pulled her limp form to him in a savage embrace. He ground his mouth hungrily on hers, forcing his tongue between her lips. His fingers dug into the soft curves of her ass and hips as he brutally forced her against his swollen, rigid member. There was no trace of tenderness now, only the overriding need of stored-up desire.
He forced her legs further apart. She jerked back from the branding heat of her husband's engorged cock against her thigh.
"Oh please don't, Ned... please stop!" she pleaded.
His only answer was to push apart her knees until she moaned with pain from the extremity of her position. He poised his bloated prick against the trembling entrance to her quivering body, and with a savage animalistic snarl, thrust suddenly forward, urging his granite-hard prick past the delicate guardian membrane and deep into her quavering depths.
"ARRRGGGGHHHHHH..." she sobbed, writhing in agony from the searing suddenness of his entry.
"NOOOOOOOOooooooo please..." she continued to weep. Heedless of her moans, he surged forward again ruthlessly, planting his pillaging pole to the hilt in her velvety sheath, his swollen balls slapping against the silken cheeks of his wife's ass.
He grunted as he began to saw spasmodically in and out of her unresponsive vagina. His eyes closed and his face reddening from the exertion of forcing his way through the unyielding channel.
Eva lay passively under him as he continued to grind brutally into her with long, hard sweeping strokes. As his rock-hard member butted into the deepest end of her straining channel, Eva's eyes brimmed with tears of confusion and humiliation. Was there never an end to what she had to suffer?
Ned gasped violently and his lean, hard belly clenched with exertion as he drove into her defenseless slit with the force of a jack-hammer. He fucked her deeper and harder, with increasing fury into her trapped pelvis.
Convulsively, he lurched against her and then the great steaming pressure, building, building relentlessly deep in his testicles expanded beyond endurance and he moaned again and again.
The muscles of his stomach tightened as he groaned deep soulful gasps. Suddenly, his breath deserted him. The moment was here and a low guttural gasp from somewhere deep in his chest started to erupt as he felt the mad boiling sperm begin its fierce dash from his tortured squirming balls and begin spewing deeply and hotly into his wife's hopelessly impaled young pussy.
He moaned ceaselessly as he spewed the venom of his frustrated desire into her, slapping mercilessly against her upraised crotch with each furious spurt.
Finally, he slumped over Eva's inert form, his teeth grinding slowly as his body twitched and folded into a half-satisfied, half-frustrated crouch.
"Did that make you feel any better?" Eva's dry, sharp voice rang out.
Ned's head snapped toward her.
"Did what make me feel any better?" His voice was flat and his eyes were steel cold.
"Not your performance!" he spat at her. "All I did was fall in love with a woman and marry her. It was just my luck to net a cold fish!"
Eva turned bleakly toward Ned to plead for understanding, to explain the dreadful miasma into which she had so degradingly sunken, but he had already stormed into the bathroom. As he slammed the door, Eva lay sobbing quietly on her pillow.
* * *
Half-heartedly, Eva applied the last piece of tweed to the roof in the tracing and then stepped back to look at the colorful cloth picture. Usually, she found consolation and contentment in her hobby of making collage-like scenes of cloth glued on a hardboard backing, but this time, her hobby held no succour for her. The last few days had been very trying. Unable to confess her mortifying lapse of moral upbringing at the North's party, and tormented with guilt from the ensuing dream, her relationship with Ned had become strained almost to the breaking point. She knew she shouldn't have acted the way she did the morning he came home, but she couldn't help it and did feel that he should have shown some consideration for her. After all, if he hadn't been away, none of that would have happened. But she still bore a tremendous burden of guilt. Ned was silent and cold, barely paying any attention to her, shutting himself away in his study when he came home from work. He hadn't touched her since the morning of his return, and her body was aching shamefully with need, spurred on by the relentlessly pursuing memory of her tremendous orgasm that she'd experienced under the grinding fingers of Alfred North at the party. She didn't know how she'd ever face the Norths again either, after what happened. Intuitively, she looked up and saw Peggy's small form striding up to the back porch.
Oh no! What could she do? Peggy had seen her through the window - she'd have to talk to her.
Her heart pounding in apprehension, Eva greeted Peggy with as much warmth as she could muster.
"We haven't seen you in such a long time!" Peggy gushed. "Have you been hibernating?"
Nausea swept over Eva. Did Peggy know what had happened? Did Alfred tell her?
"My, what a talented girl!" Peggy praised, seeing the nearly-completed collage on the dining room table. "Have you made any more?"
Eva pulled out some of her completed pieces, and Peggy pored over them, praising them profusely.
"You know, Alfred is just dying to get together with you and Ned. Keeps asking me when am I inviting the Moes to dinner. But you know," Peggy went on, "I've been so busy, helping the girls out at the boutique, that I just haven't had time to cook for Alfred alone, never mind company."
"Oh, that's all right!" Eva interjected.
"I didn't even have time to get to the supermarket today," Peggy continued, "and I had planned to have you and Ned over tonight. But now, I can't, and poor Alfred'll have to have a cold meal again, and he really hates that, particularly on Saturday. You're so talented. Eva, you must have some ideas for dressing up cold-cuts."
"I'm afraid I don't!" Eva smiled ruefully, suddenly relieved to find that apparently Peggy didn't know about what happened between her and Alfred.
"You know," Peggy said earnestly, "Alfred is really impressed with Ned's abilities and thinks that he'll really go far in the company, particularly if he has some influence on his side. So much of it is office politics..."
If only she could help Ned somehow, Eva's mind raced ahead, help him get that promotion, perhaps, to the position of District Sales Supervisor, that he had suddenly begun to hanker after. Then her guilt would be assuaged and their problems would be all over, because Ned wouldn't have to travel any more!
"Why don't you and Alfred come to dinner here tonight?" she heard herself suggesting. "It will only be potluck but..."
"Oh Eva, how kind of you! You'll think me terrible, but I was hoping you'd suggest that. Alfred and I would love to come!"
Peggy departed with her usual alacrity, leaving Eva a mixture of emotions. She began to see a dim light on her bleak horizon. The company for dinner would probably put Ned in a better mood, particularly when he saw who it was, and if he played his cards right, he could certainly drop a hint to Alfred about that promotion.
As for having to face Alfred again, she hoped and prayed that he might have been just a little too drunk to remember clearly what had happened. If not, she'd just have to face him squarely - the price she had to pay for her conduct - and show him by her attitude that she wasn't going to be guilty of a second slip.
CHAPTER SIX
"Well, if this is pot-luck dinner, my friends," Alfred said smiling. "I just wonder what kind of gastronomic feats you have for your special meals. You know, Ned," he continued, "you're a real lucky guy. No marriage can be really happy unless a man is satisfied with his table treatment, and I'm sure Eva excels in the other departments, too."
"You didn't do so bad yourself, Alfred," Ned said nodding at Peggy, who was smiling across the table.
Eva squirmed uncomfortably in her chair. Alfred was staring straight at her and she could see in his eyes the memory of her shameful submission, to his heated hand up between her open legs. Up till now, there had been no outward sign that he remembered the disgraceful event, but looking into his steel-gray glinting eyes now, she had no doubt.
"What is that wonderful subtle flavor in the Paella?" Peggy piped in. "It's out of this world!"
"Well," Eva replied, grateful for distraction, "I ran out of lobster meant so I used mussels instead."
"You clever girl!" Peggy enthused. "Is there no end to your talents!"
Over dessert, which was chocolate mousse, the conversation ranged on all subjects, the liberal consumption of wine helping the flow of tongues.
"America is the greatest country on earth," Alfred was saying, "we own or control over half of the world's wealth and yet there are people, thousands of them, with inadequate food or shelter within a few miles of this house. It doesn't make sense. Something has got to be done and done soon to get this country on the right track or it will explode. This war isn't helping things either. I think it's at the root of our galloping inflation."
"I agree that this country is getting flabby," Ned said. "There is no question that the Government is mismanaged by the hordes of bureaucrats left over from earlier administrations. Look at our welfare system, for instance. Why, more than one million people are drawing welfare payments in New York City-alone. You'll have to go back to the Roman Empire to find a comparable situation where the mob was fed by handouts of grain. How do you expect a society to function with so much deadwood? Many of these people are able-bodied men-just shirkers living off the only people who are paying for this circus - the taxpayers!"
Eva and Peggy sat listening in silence to the conversation, not wishing to take part in the discussion. Eva felt a surge of pride on hearing her husband's forceful and well-thought opinions, even if he did get a trifle excited in their delivery.
"True enough, there are widespread abuses," Alfred admitted, "but you wouldn't just let these women and children go hungry, would you? Generally, they are victims of technological and social change. America is ninety percent urbanized now and these people can't cope with the rapid dislocation and uprooting that has entailed. Besides, look at your big tax evaders-the millionaire cattle ranchers and others like that. Why, there are dozens of multi-millionaires who don't pay a single cent in taxes!"
"Maybe not!" Ned shot back, pouring himself and Alfred another glass of Burgundy. "Maybe they are smart enough to hire the legal talent necessary to create a good tax-loss situation, but they are also creating jobs for others. They are aiding our economic growth! You can't put these men in the same class with lying, featherbedding layabouts! I say, if they can't cut the mustard, all right. But if they are physically fit, they should be sent to harvest the crops or clean up these filthy city streets. No work, no pay. That's fair enough, isn't if?"
They made further inroads on the wine and Ned warmed expansively to his subject.
"Strict cost-accounting-that is the only guideline for resolving our primary... oh... pri... "Ned sputtered and stopped in midair. He was sure that he had felt a knee, Alfred North's wife's knee, nudging his under the table. Was he imagining things? She was sitting on his right around the round table, but surely it must have been an accident!
Distinctly embarrassed, he took another sip of wine. There it was again! Another, this time unmistakable nudge from his neighbor's curvaceous wife.
"Anyway, Alfred," Ned muttered lamely, "I suppose you know where I stand on that issue..."
Ned looked quickly at Peggy and found that she was staring right at him. Although she hadn't said much all evening, he had the feeling that she was watching him closely. She was certainly attractive enough, and well built, and couldn't be more than a few years older than he himself. Again, he felt the suggestive caress of her leg against his, this time brushing slightly against his thigh. What should he do? His eyes flitted uncertainly to Alfred, but he seemed to be not noticing it at all. He wanted to make a good impression on North, tonight, especially when Eva repeated Peggy's intimations about the promotion. He certainly didn't want to ruin his image by some stupid action now, especially when Alfred seemed impressed by his opinions. But he wasn't exactly certain how he should reach, especially as he knew he should please them both, but by pleasing Peggy, the way she was acting now, he would certainly offend Alfred. Hastily, he moved his leg away a little, and focused his attention on his wine glass.
Eva, who had been closely following the men's conversation, was somewhat surprised at Ned's sudden trailing off. She was just about to suggest an after-dinner liqueur when her blood ran cold from the sudden touch of Alfred's firm hand on her knee! Her face turned chalk white and suddenly her throat was dry.
"I... I...." she began, but no one heard her.
"I admire a man like Ned," Alfred was saying casually to her, in a low voice, his hand sliding easily up the nylon of her stocking in a smooth caressing motion.
"What....?" she faltered.
"A man who has his own opinions, and sticks to them!"
How could he sit there, praising her husband like that while taking such liberties with her?
As he spoke, his hand was pressing into her thigh, and he was leaning slightly forward his eyes fixed on her. She felt the blood rush to her face and a wave of hysteric fear swept over her. She couldn't let it happen again!
Eyes downcast, she willed herself to rise.
"Let's go into the living room for a liqueur," she suggested in a small voice and relief swept over her as Alfred's hearty voice boomed out: "Good idea!"
Eva stole a quick glance at her husband. He had a furtive, sheepish look - had he seen Alfred's hand on her thigh?
"I don't suppose we'll be able to solve the nation's problems over night," Alfred remarked to Ned as they headed for the living room. "Perhaps it just boils down to a question of education."
"It's an important factor," Ned returned, his eyes drawn magnetically to the hypnotic sway of Peggy North's full rounded buttocks beneath her dress.
As they sat sipping the Benedictine and Creme de Menthe that Eva had passed around, Alfred went on.
"Speaking of education, Ned, did you know that this municipality has one of the highest-rated school systems in the state?"
"It's not a bad neighborhood, actually," Peggy interjected, tired of the, to her, boring conversation. "On a fine night like tonight, you'd probably get a terrific view of the New York skyline."
"Oh really?" Ned said politely, a little irritated by her irrelevant interruption.
"Yes, it's a magnificent sight! You've been away so much, you've probably missed it. On a really clear night like this one, it's bound to be a real show. Come on out on the porch and I'll show you."
"Well... I... "Ned mumbled. Alfred seemed to have forgotten all about their conversation and was helping himself to more Benedictine.
"Don't be silly!" Peggy teased. "It'll only be for a minute and goodness knows when there'll be another night like this.".
He followed her stiffly out onto the patio, vaguely conscious of a tight knot in the base of his stomach.
It was a beautiful clear night, the Big Dipper prominent.
He was acutely conscious of her standing close, very close to him, as she pointed out the direction of the lights.
"Aren't they beautiful?" she breathed, turning to face him.
"Yes, they are," he murmured, averting his eyes, and turning to go back inside. He didn't know what had come over him, but he instinctively felt that he couldn't trust himself alone out here with his provocative neighbor. The more he observed her, the more he realized he'd never seen anyone quite like her. She seemed to exude pure unadulterated sex from every pore, and every movement, every word of hers, held a hint of exciting promise. As for caressing his thigh like that under the table, well-
She laid a hand on his arm.
"Don't go in yet," she said, leading him over to the patio seat, "or are you afraid to leave your wife alone with Alfred?"
"Of course not..." he flustered.
"She's very beautiful!" Peggy whispered.
"Yes, yes she is," Ned agreed.
"I bet she's good in bed too!"
"Ah... I... well..." Ned stammered. Good god, what was she thinking of, asking him a question like that? Did she expect him to discuss his wife's capabilities in the art of lovemaking? He wasn't that kind of man - he'd show her that.
"Peggy, I don't think-" he began.
"We shouldn't talk about your wife like that," Peggy chimed in, "is that what you were going to say?"
"Eva's a perfect wife!" Ned asserted again, his face flushing in the dimness from the burning sensation of her right thigh pushing against his own leg. Even if Eva has been a little cold to me lately, doesn't mean there's anything wrong with her, he argued silently to himself. It was obvious that Peggy herself wasn't the cold type, the way she was rubbing up against him like that. He wondered suddenly what it would be like to fuck her-kiss and caress those big, hot-looking breasts, coax the nipples into solidity... He felt his cock move slightly from the lewd thoughts cavorting around in his mind and from the increasing pressure, like a red-hot firebrand, of Peggy's hand on his thigh. He was glad it was dark and that they were sitting down - his legs felt weak and there was a curious buzzing in his head.
She leaned close to him and he could feel her breath like a cloud of steam on cheek. He turned towards her, about to say something, anything that would discharge the almost unbearable electrical intensity between them and then her lips found his jawline, and traced a searing pattern along his cheek, until they came in frenzied contact with his own. Her teeth nipped lightly on his lips and her tongue slipped between his teeth and made delirious contact with his own organ. Her body melted against his and then his arms were around her and he was answering her kiss with burning passion.
It didn't matter now that he was a married man, or that his own wife was a few scant feet away in the living room. He didn't care at all-all that mattered was the bruising inviting kiss she was giving him and that he was returning.
"Jesus Christ..." he moaned.
* * *
Eva moved across the living room to close the French doors which had blown open, glad for a moment's respite from Alfred's lewd stares and insinuating words. She wished Ned would come back in and occupy Alfred again with world problems. There was no doubt now but that the episode at the party was foremost in his mind and his crude advances to her under the table at dinner were the touches of one familiar with her body. As she closed the glass doors, her breath caught in her body. It couldn't be, it couldn't be she thought desperately, her eyes agape at the sight of her husband and Peggy North close together on the patio seat. At first, she thought they were just talking quietly, until staring in disbelief, she saw their mouths grinding together, arms racing over each other's bodies. She couldn't believe it! Not Ned! Not her husband! her mind begged. But it was Ned, and on seeing him, kissing passionately their next door neighbor, something snapped in Eva. Horror and disbelief turned to anger. She had been consumed with self-loathing, disgust, remorse over her submission to Alfred, almost to the point of feeling sullied, unworthy of her husband's attention. And now, he was brazenly kissing Peggy North, in a lewd obscene way, right there on their own patio!
Her brain, dazed and confused, tried to think. Should she dash out there, confront them, accuse them? A warning voice stopped her. What if Alfred should say "turnabout is fair play!" What if he should remind her of the way she had drunkenly let him fingerfuck her to orgasm that night at the party... No! No! She couldn't let that happen. She had to find another way to get even with Ned, pay him back...
Later, much later, Eva lay in bed, her head a dull ache, her body stiff and tense. A couple of inches away, Ned lay asleep, breathing lightly. When he tried to make love to her earlier tonight, she had pushed him away roughly, the image of him and their curvaceous neighbor, Peggy North, locked in feverish embrace etched crystal-clear in her mind.
After her shattering discovery of their clandestine kiss, the rest of the evening had faded into a blur. She vaguely remembered bringing out more wine for herself and Alfred, and the giggling and laughing with him, trying out a tipsy tango when Ned and Peggy finally came in both looking very flushed and strangely guilty. God knows what they had done after she had left! It was very late when the Norths finally went home, both tittering and Alfred hiccuping loudly.
There was something else too, something she was trying to remember. The effort of trying to recall the events of the Bacchanalian evening sent a searing, shooting pain through her head and it was not until she was on the verge of drifting off that she remembered the clandestine date she had made out of spite with Alfred North for the next evening.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Peggy poured another cup of coffee for Alfred and then, sighing, laced her own half-filled cup with cognac.
"You look very pleased with yourself this morning!" she snapped, holding her head in one hand as she sipped the warm beverage.
"And why shouldn't I be?" he answered expansively. "That little number next door is just about ready and willing for a few lessons from Uncle Alfred!"
"Don't be too sure!" Peggy said coldly, "you didn't seem to me to be making too much progress last night, unless you call that drunken quick-step progress!"
"You didn't see or hear everything, my girl!" Alfred chided.
"Neither did you!" she shot back.
"I know you've got your sights set on young Moe if that's what you mean. Well, don't worry. I don't mind you getting together with him, just like I promised, so long as I get my teeth into that sweet flesh of those hot little tits of hers, get my hands around that tight little teasing ass... "
"For God's sake, Alfred," Peggy scolded irritably, "there's no need to go overboard."
Alfred just chuckled and finished his breakfast in silence. He was one of those individuals that no matter how much he had to drink, he felt no after-effects the next day. Peggy was less fortunate.
But, after a long bath, followed by a short nap, she began to feel much better.
"I have an idea, Alfred," she said to her husband, half watching the football on TV and half dozing.
"Moe just left again - he must have gone to the Washington office, so why don't I go over and console the desolate Mrs. Moe. After a suitable time, you can suddenly appear, just when she's all worked up. And after that, it's up to you, my boy - I'll have done my part!"
When he had absorbed this new plan, Alfred was fused with new life.
"Great... great, that's my girl," he said excitedly, "boy oh boy, I can hardly wait..."
* * *
Eva sat in the living room, the Sunday paper sprawled at her feet, waiting for Peggy to come over. She was filled with apprehension at the thought of having to see her neighbor and even though she wanted to hang up when she recognized Peggy's voice on the phone, somehow she just couldn't. The older woman had a mesmerizing effect on her and with her insistent, almost domineering manner, completely shattered all her defenses, until Eva felt she was just putty in the other woman's hands.
She was angry, too, at Ned, for suddenly finding an excuse to dash off to the Washington office - on Sunday afternoon yet. She considered herself even with him now for kissing Peggy last night, even though he didn't even seem to notice her flirting with Alfred. She felt reasonably sure, too, that Alfred had forgotten that surreptitious date they made, especially as she herself could barely remember it and Alfred had seemed pretty well off the deep end too.
Her musings were interrupted by Peggy's arrival.
"I just had to thank you for that wonderful dinner, dear," she gushed, "and do hope you'll accept this as a little thank-you," holding out a bottle of clear liquid.
Eva didn't know what to say. Peggy was the kind of person that one couldn't be angry with for long - she had the ability to make everyone, even her enemies, be nice to her.
"It's poteen," Peggy went on. "It's easy enough to get it, as it's made in the hills and moors of Ireland, but almost impossible to smuggle it out of the country. A friend of Alfred's brought us over several bottles - that's why it's in unmarked bottles."
"I've never had any," Eva said, "never even heard of it, but let's try it now anyway. Ned's gone again," she added by way of explanation.
"Poor girl," Peggy sympathized. "What a life. I'll get a couple of glasses, dear," she added, striding into the kitchen, "maybe a little shot of that poteen will help restore your spirits."
Peggy poured the drinks and Eva sank back on the sofa. The drink was very strong and its fiery impact soon spread throughout her body. By the time she was on her second drink, her earlier guarded caution had dissolved into a warm, friendly glow. She found herself telling Peggy about the strained period that she and her husband had just gone through and confessed that she was just about at her wit's end with loneliness when Ned was gone. Even with him at home, things were not running smoothly. She just couldn't forgive him for traveling about so much. She felt sure he could curtail it in some manner, but he just seemed blind to her feelings.
"Look, Eva," Peggy began, "I'm a few years older than you and know a lot more about men and their ways than you do. Let me tell you one thing, dear, from one woman to another. They're all alike, every one of them. Give the bastards an inch and they take a mile."
She paused to take a sip of her drink before going on.
"I used to think that there was no one in the whole world like Ed, my first husband, but let me tell you, I got a rude awakening. Men are only concerned with one thing and that's their own pleasure. I've learned that from bitter experience."
"What?" Eva thought foggily, her mind desperately trying to keep track of Peggy's diatribe.
"Well, let's just say that I've begun to take the same attitude," Peggy continued. "I take my pleasure where I can find it, and I've learned to use men for the pleasure I can get from them!" she finished triumphantly, her face flushed.
Ned is different! Eva's brain screamed through the fog of liquor. He's not like all the others!
She tried to summon up a mental picture of herself and Ned in happier moments, holding hands, talking tenderly making love, but the images of marital contentment somehow would not focus properly-lewd images of probing fingers and couples in obscene postures flicked across the brightly lit screen in her mind, and the image of her husband and their neighbor, Peggy North, in a writhing, passionate embrace was etched irrevocably in her mind. She felt an uncomfortable warmth invading her body as Peggy's soft complaining voice continued to sound in her ears. Another glass of poteen failed to ease the sensation of painful pressure in her temples and the tingling ache which had begun in the base of her stomach.
Eva heard the back door opening and her mouth hinged open in surprise as Alfred walked in, almost nonchalantly. What was he doing here? she thought wildly, staring at him in confusion. He sat down beside Eva on the sofa, and smiled broadly at her.
"Thought I'd pay you a little visit, too," he smiled, just a little bit too confidently, Eva thought, "after all, we did have a date!" Oh no, she moaned silently, he had come to remind her of her drunken and angered consent to a date!
His eyes seemed to bore right into her. Her glance dropped down to avoid his penetrating gaze and rested momentarily on his strong, masculine fingers. Shame and embarrassment flooded through her as she recalled the obscene probing of these fingers deep within her.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Peggy stood up.
"I just remembered a package I have to mail today!" she explained. "Alfred, give me the car keys and I'll drop it off at the Post Office and be right back." Taking the keys from Alfred, she slipped quickly out the back door, leaving Eva in fearful silence beside Alfred.
When she was gone, Alfred refilled Eva's glass and poured a drink for himself. They sat silently side by side sipping the fiery liquid. Out of nowhere, an image of Alfred's long, teasing fingers working hotly up under her panties and into her vagina flashed vividly in her mind. Horrified, she stole a glance at Alfred, whose eyes were riveted again into hers. Her anxiety redoubled and she closed her eyelids, seeking escape into some protected corner of her being. She felt bombarded by contradictory impulses. How could she look down her nose at Peggy's twisted philosophy when here she was, thinking those lewd thoughts while sharing a drink with the other woman's husband, a man whose vulgar, lecherous approaches had found a willing subject in herself. Groaning, Eva pressed the palms of her hands over her eyes, her mind enveloped in waves of nauseous self-disgust. She felt overwhelmed by an unfamiliar giddiness. Vaguely, she sensed a movement on the couch beside her; there was a hand touching her shoulder, an arm circling and drawing her close.
"What's wrong, baby?" Alfred asked, his voice low and soothing.
"It's nothing," she stammered at the familiarity of the word, baby. Her fists knuckled and twisted into her eye sockets as if to rub away the unclean excitement of her brain, the lewd pictures which lurked tantalizingly there.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Her neighbor's husband intoned, his arms holding her slowly sagging body, his hands gently massaging her shoulders and kneading the back of her neck.
Eva felt herself relax under the powerful liqueur and the soothing caresses, the tight knot between her shoulder blades seemed to dissolve under Alfred's expert strokes. She leaned back against him, grateful for his masculine strength, thankful for the courage with which he was imbuing her.
His hand quickly dropped to her firm young thigh, while the other continued its gentle massage of her neck. She felt the warm burning touch of flesh on her leg, a hypnotic yet thrilling sensation. It felt good. She knew it was wrong, but the soft rubbing relaxed her, soothing her shattered nerves. She didn't want him to stop; she'd let him continue for just a minute longer. A soft, light cloud settled in her head and she felt her whole body relax blissfully.
"Now, isn't that better?" Her neighbor murmured, settling himself very close to her.
Her body stiffened as she realized that his other hand was hanging down over her breasts and was also stroking her thigh through the thin jersey of her skirt. She wanted to push his hands away - in fact, she believed she had pushed them away, but they were still there kneading warmly at her tender flesh.
Alfred willed himself to take it easy. He didn't want to rush things now. He had to take one step at a time, or else things would go too fast for the innocent little bitch and she might panic.
Eva tried to lift a hand to push herself away from his embrace, but it was almost as if she was paralyzed. Her numbed, drink-sodden brain refused to command her rebellious body as it surged into a strange perverse life of its own.
What was happening to her? She had to get control of herself, had to pull herself together, but a twitching excited sensation began deep within her belly and she sensed the gathering moisture of desire at the mouth of her vaginal orifice, forming a slippery lubrication between her inner thighs and causing her to almost unconsciously open and close her firm, smooth legs, open and close them in a squirming increasing sexual rhythm.
Alfred's hand left her thighs and was caressing all over her body now. She wanted to, tried to stop the lewd caresses and the licentious sensation they were causing, but somehow she couldn't seem to do anything but lie there, accepting his lecherous advances. His hand moved back to her thigh, and, as if in a dream, she felt it snake up under the hem of her skirt, crawl up her leg like a searching insect, the fingers insinuating themselves slowly under the elastic legband of her panties. His fingertips probed and rubbed, tangling in the first soft crinkling strands of her pubic hair. An electric shock crippled her belly and shook her legs as the fingers slid on to her palpitating vaginal mound. But he didn't pause there. He let his hand glide still lower, his middle finger erect, until the salaciously probing tip came in sudden contact with the warm damp furrow of her cunt.
Eva was so emotionally upset by the erotic effects of the strong drink and her humiliating sexual arousal that she was hardly conscious of what she was doing or what was happening to her. When her neighbor's husband opened her blouse and smoothly, almost without her feeling it, unzipped and slid her skirt down over her rounded hips, she made no resistance. Skillfully he freed her full firm breasts and peeled her panties down off her trim young legs, never ceasing his teasing assault on her widely dilated pussy.
"Oh God, please don't do it to me! I couldn't stand being an adulteress..." she pleaded softly, torn helplessly between her tears and desire. The shame of lying naked before this almost complete stranger, the cool air puckering her nipples, contrasted pungently with the lewd delicious pleasure that permeated her whole being.
She watched groggily, completely mesmerized by the lewd sight as Alfred North stripped the clothes from his body. It took but a second until her neighbor stood in front of her completely naked, his excitedly hardened penis standing out from his loins like a threatening wooden club. Though she couldn't thwart the raging demanding fire in her groin, Eva closed her eyes to shut out the sight of their naked bodies and of Alfred's tantalizing irresistible hand.
"You're just dying to get this cock in you, I can tell!" her neighbor's husband's words struck Eva like a physical blow.
"No! No!" she sobbed, tears coursing down her face.
"Every woman needs a real man's attentions, and you've been shortchanged, I can see that! You should pay Ned back, show him you're not going to take what he's handing out. You saw him kissing and fondling my wife yesterday. He's getting his fun - you'd better get yours while you can!"
As he spoke, Alfred's finger played along the tender, hair-fringed slit between her legs, and the tip scraped teasingly at the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending it springing into involuntary life. Forbidden sparks of sheer, wanton pleasure leaped from the pit of Eva's stomach. Was what Alfred saying correct? Was Ned getting his fun too, not only with Peggy, but when he was away traveling? Was he?
Even if he was, did that give her leave to act like a common slut, dropping her panties down and opening her legs for the first passing male?
No, no....this is wrong, all wrong... I've got to stop it right now, right now...
But it felt so good. She couldn't do anything to fight the unwanted rhythmic surges of desire that raced through her as Alfred's hand dipped into her burning pussy. Her pink, now hungrily throbbing cuntal lips seemed to cling to his trailing fingers. She actually liked his hand playing with her naked pussy like this. Oh God, there was no point now in denying it!
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." she sighed, a flush of heat sweeping over her and with a final groan of total surrender, she ground her pussy greedily up on to the feverishly working fingers of her neighbor's husband. She could feel that her climax was near; she wanted it, Dear God, she had to have it!
Alfred looked down victoriously at her churning young loins. Christ, he thought, she's really a hot little bitch, just like I thought she'd be! She wants cock all right. She's gotta have some cock and I'm not the man to leave a hot-pussied woman waiting...
Eva felt the withdrawal of her neighbor's husband's laboring fingers from her desperately squirming pus".y and opened her eyes in burning frustration. She was so near, so near... Her eyes dropped to his hard fleshy male instrument hovering over her. He was spreading her legs now -he was actually going to make her let him fuck her with it! In spite of her aversion, she wondered how such a huge penis would feel worming around deep inside her belly. Her liquor soaked brain seemed far away from her. Something else, the hot, clenching little hole between her legs, was doing the thinking for her, something direct, animalistic.
Brutally, Alfred spread her legs with his knees and grasping his enlarged prick, guided the lustfully throbbing head towards her cuntal opening.
"Old Alfred is going to fuck you now, baby..." he leered down at her naked trembling body, spread wide and cringing on the sofa. The plane of her soft pubic covered loins spread beneath him like some obscene pagan offering. His lewd words took away her breath and her eyes were fastened down between her widespread thighs on the glistening rock-hard penis as it gently nudged the full fleshy lips of her cunt.
Yes, yes, she wanted that hardened male cock fucking deep up inside her just as she had wanted his fingers in her throbbing cunt. She wanted all the lewd, obscene pleasure she could get! Her uncaring husband wasn't here to give it to her and she needed it, God how she needed it!
She twisted and squirmed on the rough tweed surface of the sofa, shuddering as she felt his cock's jarring electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moistly pulsating pussy.
"Oooooohhhh..." her breath came rushing in as she felt the first insistent pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
Alfred shoved forward.
"AAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH... Oh God! No! No!" she shrieked as the huge slippery head of his hardened cock split the soft curls of her pubic hair apart and thrust into her tight, defenseless young cunt. Before she could pull away, Alfred flexed his hips down between her open thighs more forcefully and the bulbous, blood-filled head surged forward.
Ooooooh God... It was in! The unbelievable thought raced through her tortured mind.
With a gasp of pain she felt the outer lips of her cunt contract just below the giant bulb.
"Ooohhh please, no, please stop it! You're hurting me!" Eva was screaming as she pleaded wild-eyed up into his grinning face.
Suddenly the smile on his face faded into an expression of sheer inflamed lust. He had to fuck this hot, helpless young bitch, his neighbor's wife, he had to, and quick!
He thrust his weight forward, his hands cupping her firm, rounded buttocks up to meet his assault. He fell against her and his long thick cock slammed into her upturned cunt like a massive steel piston pressuring the soft moist walls of her vagina in rippling shock-waves before it. With a long, deep groan, Alfred rammed into her until his heavy cum-filled balls slapped wetly against the upturned cheeks of her satiny smooth ass.
"Oh my God, my God!" she cried in panic beneath him.
"Don't you like it, sweetie?" he taunted.
"Noooo... stop it! You're killing me! Nooo..." she begged. His arms held her tightly against his chest but almost miraculously the pain down between her legs began to subside as he slowly glided out and in again along her burning, wet cuntal sheath. She had never been so filled in all her life. The hard pliant head of his prick pressed against her tender cervix, the rigid length of it widely stretching the tender, giving membrane of her vaginal passage.
"Oh please don't do this to me... "she whimpered, her face contorted in a wild mask of rising passion. Even though she had fought her latent desires and was convinced in her own mind that she was an ordinary, respectable wife, Eva's body had begun involuntarily to react to the overwhelming erotic stimulation of her neighbor's hard, rummaging penis. Her still-lurking orgasm had gathered in intensity and there was no longer any moral strength left in her to fight the lewd rampage of desire coursing like heated male semen through her veins.
The triumphantly grinning older man dug his fingers into the smooth soft globes of her now voluntarily moving buttocks, grasping them tightly. He crushed the wet now matted pubic hair between her legs harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist wet hold of her hotly craving pussy blossoming open to engulf his throbbing cock to greater and greater depths.
Peggy North had returned from her unnecessary errand, and with hungrily bulging eyes was watching the sweating, obscenely coupled pair. She stared in lewd fascination at her neighbor's silky young body wantonly jackknifing and fucking back under the furiously pumping form of her husband, his bloated penis slamming loudly into her wide split, passion-crazed young pussy.
Moaning and mewling like a tortured banshee beneath him, Eva Moe was scarcely aware of the vague shift in the posture of the man fucking into her. She felt him arch his back and push his upper torso into a strangely twisted position. As she felt his huge cock grinding higher and farther up into her now voraciously sucking cunt, she was dimly aware of a new chorus of wet, guttural noises emanating from near her. Suddenly, she shivered under him. Her brain froze at the unbelievable vision that greeted her eyes. The blurred insane spectacle of Alfred North's mouth burrowing in between his own wife's lewdly splayed legs.
He was doing it to her there with his tongue at the same time he was fucking her with his cock! She gaped in abject disbelief at the indescribably sordid image of her girlfriend, Peggy's, open, wide splayed pussy grinding hotly into the face of her husband, the man who was fucking her.
Some last remote bond snapped in Eva's soul - a strange mesmerized wildness took hold of her body as she lay staring wide-eyed up at Alfred's tongue snaking into the moaning, panting woman with her legs spread wide above her. The lascivious tableau was beginning to excite her beyond all return-this lewd, three-way act of which she was a part!
She ground her ass in wild abandoned ecstasy hard up against the maddening buffeting of Peggy's husband's boiling loins; her pleading voice echoing lewdly through the heated air of the living room.
"Yesss... yesss... Oh God, fuck me, fuck me harder..." she screamed.
The three bodies shuddered and danced like toy figures shaken by a gigantic invisible hand. Sweat poured from Eva's body and she began a deep gyrating spasm. Her face was flushing in unbearable heat, and she knew she was almost there! Peggy had been right! This was the only way... use men, get what you want from them... their cocks... their sperm... and then....
"AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH..." she shrieked, her head thrown back in complete abandonment. "I'm... I'm... I'm CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG...!!!!!"
And she was tossing around like a cork at sea as wave after wave of swift intense currents of delight swept over her. At the same time, Alfred's excruciated cum-bloated balls began to spew hot sticky jets of searing male sperm deep up into her churning vaginal hole. His pelvis made obscene smacking sounds against hers and her pussy greedily drank the seemingly endless flood of milky white fluid that sprang from the floodgates of his desire. Crazy orgiastic sounds sputtered from his cunt-covered mouth and then a deep guttural scream rent the air. Eva, her body still violently contracting, could see Alfred's wife, Peggy, shaking like a leaf in the wind, yanking wildly at Alfred's hair as he wrung a shattering, pussy-wrenching climax from her tongue-filled cunt.
The three devastated bodies slowly collapsed in a wild twitching heap, their naked limbs twisting and snaking down in gradually decreasing spasms of earth-shaking orgasm...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Eva felt a quiver of excitement course through her as she let herself quietly in the North's back door. They had given her a key so she could come and go as she liked. It was easier that way, especially as she was spending so much time there lately. Of course, she'd have to cut down now that Ned was home again or he'd get suspicious. She'd told him she was going for a walk but he'd hardly heard her, hidden away in the study. Things weren't going too well with them lately, but she didn't really have time to worry about it too much. Ned was more distant than ever and she had to admit that she couldn't get too excited about their lovemaking anymore. Of course she couldn't really be blamed for that - not when she was being satisfied so well and so often over at the Norths. Who'd have believed that a week could wreak such a devastating change in her, heretofore, puritanical morals. She wasn't the same innocent young person she used to be, that was for sure. She couldn't imagine her life now without the Norths. Of course, in many ways, she'd rather just have Alfred to herself on those occasions, without having to share him with Peggy. But that couldn't be helped and that's why she just had to make an excuse to Ned just now when Alfred had called and told her that they could be alone for the first time.
Alfred was in the kitchen mixing her a Scotch and soda.
"I thought we'd... ah... spend a little time in the playroom tonight," Alfred said, his hand moving caressingly over the jersey-clad mounds of her buttocks. She shivered in anticipation under his touch and followed him as he led the way down to the basement. The room was divided into two sections. One contained a billiard table, ping-pong board, darts and a pinball machine. The other section was furnished with a large studio couch, large enough Jo be a bed, and covered with a long-haired skin which Alfred described as a wolf pelt, armchairs, TV, hi-fi and a thick pile carpet.
"Oh this is fantastic!" she breathed, gazing at the room which was geared for pleasure of all sorts, from the little refrigerator in the corner to the bookcase full of books bearing unabashedly salacious titles.
"So are you!" Alfred smiled, placing his drink on the end table, and slipping his hand around to cup her entire nipple-hardening tit, pulled her over to the sofa. She moaned in a soft whimper as his thumb rolled and squeezed the nipple through the thin nylon material of her blouse and she pressed her thighs close against him in a teasing grinding motion.
"Oh God..." he moaned, his fingers tugging at her dress, easing it down over her shoulders, tearing at her bra in feverish haste, revealing her throbbingly hot breasts to his lusting gaze, the nipples granite hard. With an animalistic moan, he pulled down her panties, revealing the soft glistening pubic mound that lay invitingly between her legs. His eyes fastened on the exciting pivot, Alfred began to strip, throwing his clothes in all directions, until he stood over her, his huge, oscillating cock jutting out like a pillar from the dark-tufted base. Eva looked at the erect implement with a mixture of fear and delight. This was one of the moments she liked best, lying there defenseless, waiting to receive whatever Alfred would mete out. She liked his roughness, the almost animal-like way he made love to her. And she liked the feeling of being a helpless, powerless female, having no alternative but to submit to his hedonistic desire.
"I want to lick you between the legs, baby! I want to suck your hot little pussy, until you cum out your ears!"
Eva stiffened at the vile words, at the idea of his mouth and tongue and lips swirling hungrily around her naked vagina - something she had never let be done to her before, not even by her husband, Ned. Could she allow this man, hers and Ned's next door neighbor, to take her there?
Then, before her mind could answer, she gasped as she felt the sofa give under Alfred's weight, and then his hands were on her thighs, caressing them, running his fingertips up and down the sensitive inner flesh, his fingers grazing the gently swollen folds of her pussy.
Slowly, teasingly he spread her legs wider, exposing the quickening furrow of her tight, hair-rimmed pussy. She felt little red-hot arrows pricking at her skin as his finger probed and searched among the warm, secret folds, stroking and caressing them into blood-inflated turgidity. His finger roamed at will, rummaging and pillaging her smooth hidden cuntal depths, teasing lewdly at the little button of her clitoris as it pulsated excitedly out from its soft nest of pubic curls as if to get its full share of the erotic stimulation.
Then, as suddenly as it started, the maddening fingering of her vagina stopped and she felt her slim well-tapered legs being stretched even further apart and then Peggy's husband was on all fours, crouched between her widespread knees like a foraging beast. A stab of fear, and a simultaneous shudder of revulsion assaulted her body as she felt his thumbs press against her hair-fringed cuntlips, spreading the soft flanges of her pussy gently apart until its moist roseate juiciness was open and visible to his gaze.
No! No! I can't let him do this thing! It's sick! Not this! her mind cried and with desperate determined strength tried to clench her knees shut. But the young woman was not nearly strong enough to elude the older man's vise-like grip on her quivering thighs and with expert precision, Alfred leaned forward and his hot, wet lips came into direct contact with the trembling fleshiness at the base of her belly.
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHhhhhh... "Eva shrieked, her hips churning beneath him, trying vainly to escape the snake-like flicking at her delicate vaginal opening. Relentlessly, his tongue began a slow, tantalizing exploration over the petal-soft furrow of her helplessly cringing young pussy.
"Nooooo..." she moaned at the wet, wanton assault on her open vagina. His tongue speared quickly in and out of her cunt, lapping up the sweet nectarine juices. It darted into the mysterious recesses of her pussy, finding the tiny sensitive button of her clitoris, pulling at it, tweaking it into passion-engorged erection.
Then, in spite of her initial repulsion to the lewd, perverted act, tiny flames of sinister, forbidden pleasure began to dance around inside her. His hands cavorted like dancing devils over her naked body, digging into the golden flatness of her body, kneading roughly at the fleshy softness of her quivering breasts.
His long, hot tongue slashed into her, harder and faster and her body was beginning to react with convulsive lurches.
"MMMMMMmmmmm... God!" she groaned as he feverishly tongued the desire-awakened walls of her vaginal slit. Oh God, it felt good, so good. Far better than she'd ever imagined it would. She should never have denied herself the pleasure, this excruciating sensation of having her pussy kissed and licked by a man...
Her head began to flay from side to side as her next door neighbor played his ceaselessly working tongue up and down the full length of her lust-maddened split. His tongue teased at the delicate pink skin surrounding the viscid opening to her body before suddenly plunging tip-deep into the willing orifice. Her body rocked and bucked around as he orally fucked her, swirling his hard wet tongue around with maniacal fury.
Eva began to whimper from the incredible buildup of previously unknown sensations inside her. Her thighs rose up and clamped tight against his head and her hands tangled in his hair, forcing him even further down on her inflamed vagina. She began to thrust upwards, mashing her cuntal surface against the pleasure-giving organ, her brain and body alike incensed with passion, her face contorted with lust. A rosy blush was spreading eerily over her grotesquely twisted visage.
Alfred North withdrew his panting tongue for a moment and looked with satisfaction at her complete and obvious abandon to his practiced oral fucking. There was no turning back for her now! he thought with triumphant delight as he resumed his arduous task, his tongue aching from the force with which her cunt closed in around it, suctioning it viciously into its depths till his organ was stretched to the limit.
He could feel faint contractions begin in her body and they soon became stronger. She was jerking up off the couch, clenching the sides of his head painfully with her inner thighs.
She was on the verge of release. She had to come soon or she'd go out of her mind! All her doubts, guilt, fear were banished from her mind now, washed away by the downpour of her accelerating passion. There was nothing now but the increasing tempo of the volcano within her, mounting, increasing, brought to an incredible hedonistic head by the feverishly laboring tongue of her next door neighbor.
"AAAAAAAAGGGHHHHhhhhh!!!!!" Ned Moe's young wife's screams reverberated with skin crawling cacophony throughout the playroom as her body ground up against Alfred North's pussy drenched face.
Her entire being was jolted as if by a myriad of electric shocks as orgasm after orgasm swept over her, tossing her body about uncontrollably on a sea of red-hot current, every nerve-ending raw and sensitized with unmitigated pleasure.
Finally, she collapsed back on the sofa, her face flushed and sweat drenched, her pussy still twitching from the lewd perverted attack of her neighbor's wildly swirling tongue...
Her mind awash from the receding wave of her pleasure, she was aware of Alfred hovering over her once more, a lewd grin twisting his face and his cock dangling down in semi-erection.
"How did you like that, baby?" he leered.
"Oh God, it was wild!" Eva crooned, looking up at him smilingly.
"Well, it's going to be even better, because I'm going to fuck you now."
"Oh yes, Alfred," she breathed, closing her eyes in ecstasy as Alfred lowered his body down on hers. "Please do... Oh God, please do... "
* * *
Ned Moe was irritated when he heard the doorbell ring and tearing himself away from the Sales Magazine he was reading, reluctantly went to answer it. He felt his face crimson when he saw Peggy North standing on the doorstep. He hadn't seen her since the night of the dinner when they'd kissed on the patio and he now felt an unfamiliar churning in his stomach.
"Hello, Ned, you don't look very glad to see me!" Peggy purred, stepping inside the hallway.
"I - I am glad to see you Peggy, also surprised!"
"Why, Ned?" she asked.
"Is - is Alfred with you?" he avoided her question feeling silly, as his was obviously unnecessary. "Eva isn't here!"
"Are you afraid to be left alone with me?" she smiled, following him into the living room.
"Of course not!" he faltered, "why should I be?"
"Well," she went on, moving close to Ned, her hip pressed close to his, "ever since that night I kissed you, I've been trying to find a way to get together with you-alone!"
"But - but I'm a married man!" he stammered, moving away from her. Her nearness had an enervating, exciting effect on him and he was completely thrown off balance by her brazen statement.
"I am too," she teased, but doesn't that make it even more exciting?"
"But I love my wife, and I couldn't do anything... anything to hurt her!"
"Because she's so sweet and pure and innocent?" she continued to taunt, moving close to him again.
"It's no concern of yours how I feel about Eva," he said coldly, angered by her slightly contemptuous tone of voice. "I promised to be faithful to Eva and... that's that!"
"Even if she broke her promise?"
"Eva would never-"
"Are you sure?" Peggy broke in.
"Of course I'm sure. Eva's a one-man woman!"
"Alfred has a way of making women break their promises!"
"Alfred! What has he got-! Are you insinuating that Eva... and Alfred?" his voice trailed off. What Peggy was hinting at was impossible! She was just jealous, her vanity wounded because he'd rejected her. That's right! There was no truth-
"I think it's time you took that wife of yours down off the pedestal, my dear boy. I'm always glad to open a young man's eyes!"
"Just because you... you..." he couldn't continue his lurid accusation.
"Just because I like fucking other men doesn't mean all women do?" she finished, her eyes glinting. She'd get a real satisfaction, she thought venomously, out of seeing the self-righteousness wiped off his young, self-righteous face, when he saw his precious little wife with her legs spread wide and being fucked silly by Alfred. She was really glad now that she and Alfred had planned it this way. She knew Moe thought she was just a cheap slut, a different breed of women entirely from his wife. Well, she'd show him...
"You'll learn, my dear boy," she went on, "that women are all the same, just like men. Out for what they can get, ready to screw almost anyone with the right circumstances and a little clever persuasion, and there are very, very few exceptions."
"You're lying!" Ned suddenly snapped. "You're making it all up - there's no proof..."
"Why don't you come along with me, dear?" she suggested silkily, "and we shall see what we shall see!"
"I'll go along with your bitchy game," he spat, "for the pleasure of proving you wrong!"
Peggy only chuckled and led the way silently across the lawn to her own house. Ned maintained a stony indifference, anxious for the end of this charade. There was no doubt in his mind but that Eva would never do anything like Peggy was suggesting. It was all a plot, all in the other woman's imagination.
They went immediately to the basement door and Peggy silently opened it. A muffled sound, coming from the basement, reached Peggy's and Ned's ears.
"Oh God... do it now... please do it now!"
Ned froze, his mind curdling from the sound of the obviously impassioned voice. Horror crowded in on him... the voice sounded like... Eva!
"Do what honey? Do what?" a harsh voice rasped-Alfred's voice. Ned felt his breath quickening and his eyes strained to try and see in the dim light. What was happening down there? As if in answer, Eva's voice came breathlessly.
The lewd request, uttered in obvious abandonment, sent chills of disgust and disbelief rippling through him. It couldn't be - there was some mistake... there had to be...
Soundlessly, they edged down the last remaining stairs and then Ned stepped into the room his eyes bulging from what was transpiring at the other end of the playroom. He stared in disbelief, consumed with loathing, at the naked form of his neighbor, Alfred North, his bulbous, burgeoning cock poised like a waiting lance at his wife's visibly throbbing pussy. Utter disgust filled him as his eyes fell on the quivering prostrate body of his mewling wife. Her knees were raised up and her thighs nakedly widespread and there was such a look of intense female heat filtered through with pure lust on her face, that Ned felt a pang of jealousy that she'd never wanted him that badly. But the pang passed, leaving only anger; slow burning anger in its wake. An anger that seized control of his brain, urging him to hurl over there and smash Alfred North's face with his fist, beat him to a pulp, and then-Eva, hurt, humiliate her, like she had just mortified him.
"Uhhhhhnnnn..." his wife's moan filled the air as North's lust-hardened cock sliced hotly through her upraised young pussy, the head lewdly parting her soft curling pubic hair and slipping inside the petal-like opening. He saw the thick shaft of the rod disappear from sight, swallowed by his wife's eagerly welcoming cunt. He watched in horrified disbelief as the heavy thick rod sunk to the hilt, North's balls nestling obscenely down between the upturned cheeks of Eva's widespread buttocks.
His mouth hung open, his face reddening as he watched the lascivious scene. So this was what his wife was up to as soon as he was out of sight! No wonder she didn't let him make love to her recently. How many men had she had since they were married?
"Well, Ned, what do you think of your sweet young goddess of purity now?"
With glazed eyes, Ned tore his glance away from the couple on the rug and stared in abject horror at Peggy. He felt an almost uncontrollable urge to smash her jeering face into pieces. She was enjoying seeing his mortification, the shattering of his beliefs. She took pleasure in the thought that his own wife was just like her, a cheating, lying bitch...
But his anger and rage paralyzed him. He wanted to rush over and stop the lewd coupling of his wife and next door neighbor, but somehow, he could stand and stare with bulging eyes at the fantastic sight, the horrible lewdness of it overwhelming him in an insidious way.
Alfred had begun an easy rhythm in and out of Eva's widely ovaled cunt now, his buttocks flexing and hollowing rapidly as he drove himself hard into the writhing, twisting body beneath him. She had locked her ankles around him in a tight uncompromising grip and his gigantically inflated penis was spearing into the taut, clasping hole of her pussy, making wet sluicing sounds which resounded lewdly around in the darkened room.
Ned could see that his young wife's entire body was coated with perspiration and there was a wild, far-away look on her face. She was enjoying it... God how the bitch was enjoying it... his mind swore frantically.
As he stood mesmerized, his throat constricted and his chest aching from the labored rush of breath in and out, he became electrifyingly aware of a hand, Peggy's hand, racing over his body, caressing him excitedly, her fingers like electric prods over his tingling skin.
God, what was wrong with that woman! Here she was watching her husband fucking another woman, his, Ned Moe's wife, and...
He gasped involuntarily as the teasing hand slid the zipper of his pants down and he felt a sudden rush of air on his awakening member. Her fingers teased at the curly strands of his pubic hair, the long fingernails grazing the warm flesh of his cock. He could feel the first faint stirrings grow into heated swelling as Peggy closed her sinewy fingers around its increasing girth and began a light stroking motion with her slender digits.
Lightning-like charges of delight coursed through him as his prick leaped excitedly under her tantalizing ministrations. Ned's head was a whirlwind, of confused thoughts, unanswered questions struggling violently with growing desire. His world had collapsed in a few short minutes. His self denying rejection of Peggy's advances, his discovery of Eva, his wife, begging to be fucked by another man, uttering lewd vile words and now revelling in it, and now... he was succumbing to this lust-crazed woman's obscene handling of his prick, allowing her to caress and stroke him down between his legs, while he watched the wanton spectacle of his wife and another man screwing themselves silly!
He waited for the shattering burst of anger, indignation which should follow the clarification of his thoughts, waited for rage and fury to overcome him, but he didn't feel angry now - something else was taking its place... lust... desire... a craving to take this woman who was driving him out of his mind with her demonic manipulation of his cock which had inflated to engaged proportions... to take her right there on the floor, a few feet away from where her husband was fucking mercilessly into his own wife's hungrily clutching cunt!
Of their own volition, his eyes flew once more to where the other couple lay. He could see his wife's body straining, incredibly, as she rhythmically strained her thighs and forced her pelvis up against their next door neighbor's pile-driving cock, spreading her legs as far as she could, affording him greater and deeper access to her open vagina. Her nipples were coral-colored spears, the tips jutting out, hardened like chips of stone. Her head was flailing from side to side, her mouth half-open, her hair like a tawny swathe of silk swirling around her lust-contorted face. God, he'd never seen anyone so excited - she was hotter than anything he'd ever seen before.
"Would you like to fuck me, while we watch my husband fucking your wife, Ned?" Peggy's sultry voice broke in as her hand dropped to his squirming testicles cupping the crinkly skinned balls in her warm palm, sending pleasurable waves of dynamic force crashing through him. Her fingers stroking the base of his prick among the moistening tufts of hair sent the burgeoning shaft straining into even greater length.
"I... ah... look Peggy..." he managed to falter, "just because Eva and Alfred..."
He couldn't go on. He wanted to tell her no! No! No! But his body screamed yes! Yes! His cock was like a pole of red-hot steel, the webbed length of it throbbing visibly in the half light of the room.
"You do want to fuck me, don't you?" Peggy whispered again. She was really excited by the sight of her husband triumphantly fucking another woman and felt a gnawing hunger inside her as she continued to stare at them - a hunger that could only be filled by having a big, hard prick shoved deep up into her pussy. She shivered slightly at the thought, her eyes turning to her young neighbor's completely distended prick.
Ned felt her shiver with excitement and his eyes flew to her breasts which pressed against her dress, her nipples plainly outlined in the wool. The tip of her tongue was flicking wildly over her lips and he could see that she was staring at his hardened cock which she was caressing in ever-increasing strokes. Her words echoed in his mind. He could fuck her... all he had to do was reach across to her and he could take her, the way Alfred was taking his wife right now!
"AAAhfhhh... Oh God, Alfred, fuck it harder! Harder! Oooooohhhhhh yesssss..."
Eva's impassioned plea rang out. And, in spite of his revulsion, a strange perverse thrill stole over Ned Moe, canceling out his initial reaction of anger and resentment. Eva, his own wife, was begging for it, begging Alfred, Peggy's husband, to fuck her harder!
Reason deserted Ned. Nothing seemed to matter but the tremendous pressure in his balls which cried out for release. With a low, half-guttural snarl, he pulled the older woman to him. Savagely he ground his mouth down on hers, feeling his teeth cut into her lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Joyously, he felt her body press hungrily against his and his hands flew to the zipper of her dress, tearing it down off her shoulders.
"Fuck back, baby! Grind your little pussy up on it! That's it, ooooohhhh... that's it..." he heard Alfred North panting raggedly, ordering his young wife to respond more lewdly to his screwing. Again, the obscene command and Eva's reaction to it masochistically excited him, instead of enraging him and he tore with renewed frenzy at his own clothes, heedless of anything but the voluptuous body of his neighbor's wife which was naked and inviting before him.
"How do you want to fuck me?" Peggy whispered tauntingly, spreading her legs slightly, so that Ned could see a faint sheen of warm pink pussy flesh shining between the platinum curls of the soft pubic triangle between her thighs.
"Like this!" he hissed, grabbing her roughly, her small body crumpling under his unleashed weight. He crushed the full length of his body against hers, as they slid to the soft, furry rug. Cupping his hands under her firm, rounded buttocks, he crushed her already hotly moistened cunt up towards him, feeling the tickling of her vaginal curls brushing warmly against his heated penis.
"Mmmmmmmm..." she sighed as she trapped his body between her widespread legs, wrapping them tightly around him. Without hesitation, Peggy reached down between their nakedly clamped bodies and finding the engorged, throbbing shaft of his cock, began to rub it up and down the full length of her quivering, moistening slit. Ned spasmed from the unnerving contact between the delicate quivering membrane of Peggy's pussy and the hard rubbery knob of his prick, and flexing his hips he savagely drove his palpitating cock through the soft matte of pubic hair between her open thighs into her impatiently waiting cunt.
"AAARRRGGGHHHHH..." His neighbor's wife groaned, heedless of who would hear. Her hungry pussy flowered open around the advancing male flesh, swallowing its hardness like a hungrily sucking mouth.
"Oh yes, yes," she hissed hotly into his ear, "that's the way I like it!"
Ned mashed his pelvis into the pliant flesh beneath him, fucking into her with clean, hard sweeps of his enflamed rod. Peggy returned thrust for thrust, guiding her wetly clenching vagina up to meet his downward drive. Ned's head was swirling. His body was like an automaton, pounding down and then withdrawing with a lust-motivated mechanism of his own. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the furiously bucking bodies of his own young wife and Alfred North, welded together in a heathen lock of uncontrolled lust, pounding and slapping against each other, his wife's moans commingling with Peggy's as they both strove for heavenly release. The room was filled with the lewd sounds of unchained passion, and the knowledge, the fact that his wife was screwing away with another man, in the same room as he was fucking that man's wife, brought to boiling point the pressure that was building in his balls.
"Yes, God, baby, yes, that's the way to fuck me!" the voluptuous older woman moaned ceaselessly beneath him.
She was uncontrollable beneath him, her educated cunt milking and pulling frenetically on his tortured cock, trying to strip his hot semen from him. His head was beginning to spin, and a flush of warmth was enveloping him, when...
"AAAAAAAGGGHHH... I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm ccccuuummmiinnng...!!" It was Eva, his wife, and she was climaxing with another man, a few feet away from him, shrieking out her orgasm. Her impassioned wails triggered off his own impending release and the convergence of lust and lewd passion in his scrotum ejected a stream of white-hot seed into Peggy's milking, pumping cunt. Her hoarse, lust-crazed cries tore themselves in a series of raucous groans from her throat, as she battered against the pounding jackhammer of Ned's prick.
Finally, Ned lay across her warm, fluid body, revelling in a release denied to him for days.
CHAPTER NINE
As the initial sharp pain of Alfred North's sudden searing entry into her hungering pussy subsided, Eva felt awash with the pleasure of his hardened male cock imbedded in her. It felt so good - she could feel it throbbing inside her and her own vaginal walls responded with answering palpitations of its own. She felt it grow and expand inside her and her body churned back against his in joyful acceptance of his pleasure-giving instrument. In the back of her mind, she heard whispers and rustlings, but each downward powerful thrust of her neighbor's passion-bloated cock sent another ecstatic shiver coursing through her, making all conscious thought flee from her mind.
Her brain froze when a delirious female voice struck out in pain. Who was it? What was going on? She tried to raise her head, steal a look, but Alfred's rampaging cock impaled her in place, and she could barely move.
"Oh yes, yes... that's the way I like it... "the ecstatic voice rang out again. This time there was no doubt - it was Alfred's wife, Peggy! But who could she be with? Who was there with her, making her cry out like that?
Eva with desperate effort, turned her head slightly to one side, but all she could see was a tangle of perspiring thighs, breasts, arms.
"Yes, Ned, yes!... that's the way I like it... "the ecstatic voice rang out again. This time, there was no doubt. Dazed shock stunned her. Ned! she had groaned out, Ned! Was Ned, her husband, there with Peggy? If so, he must have seen her with Alfred... but what was he doing with Peggy?
Thoughts were blanked out at that moment by the onslaught of her orgasm, as her body, alive with intense arousal, crashed about and flailed like a dervish as cataclysmic shudders shook her like a rag doll. A blanket of soothing euphoria covered her then as her body twitched its way to quietude.
But a gnawing anger pricked at her, goading her into returning to reality. She felt Alfred's hand on her thigh, his finger worming its way between her legs again, searching among the damp folds of her pussy, trying to ignite the spark that was not quite dead yet there.
From across the room, she heard Peggy sigh and then giggle quietly, then a long sibilant moan from Ned. Ned! He was lying there with Peggy! He was fucking her, yes, fucking her! Eva, herself heard Peggy scream over and over again as Ned's penis drove into her. Eva could imagine it - long and thick, webbed with blue veins, the head bulbously red...
But he was with Peggy, not with her! How could he do this to her? Memory of her own nakedly spread legs with Alfred North between them disappeared from her brain and was replaced with anger, hurt, disappointment. Ned was unfaithful to her just like all men! Just as Peggy herself had said. How long had this sort of thing been going on? No wonder Peggy had spoken with such certainty about the collective ways of men-she had found out Ned was the same as all the others! Ned had taken his pleasure as he found it! Well, she had too- she was certainly glad now of that, and she was going to get more, too.
Struggling to her feet, ignoring Alfred's tightening grasp on her thigh, her eyes burning from the effort of making out the sprawling pair on the floor in the dim light.
The bastard... she mumbled as she falteringly made her way across the room, the goddamn bastard, he's just like all the rest.
Groping along the wall, she found the light switch and bathed the room in light.
Blinded for a second, she focused her eyes as she glared down at the couple on the floor. Ned was lying on his back, staring up at her, his mouth agape. His legs were spread-eagled and between them, haunched on all fours, was Peggy, busily trying to put new life back into his prick with deft, caressing strokes of her hands. She stared back at Eva, a half-smile playing about her lips.
"Eva... I... "Ned began, his face crimsoning.
"You son of a bitch!" Eva screamed suddenly. She was standing above him, her hands on her hips. Her hair was in tangled disarray, and her face had a pouty, sensual heavy-lidded look, and Ned could see a faint glimmer of moisture glistening in the damp curls between her widespread legs.
Anger welled up in him.
"You're not the ideal wife yourself!" he snapped. "In fact, you look like some well-fucked whore after a good night on the street!"
The words ground into Eva's brain, searing her like tiny bits of crushed glass.
"All right, Mr. High and Mighty! I'll give you your money's worth too!" she sneered, "but it'll cost you very, very dear, you bastard!"
Roughly, she shoved Peggy aside and she fell sprawling on the floor. With an evil, vengeful leer contorting her face, Eva took her husband's half-erect prick in her hands and began to stroke the growing flesh with sensuous up and down touches of feather-like softness.
"Eva, what...?" he groaned, puzzled by her action. But she didn't seem to hear him, her eyes were planted hungrily on his cock as it rose up from his loins, like a snake responding to the music of her palms. A strange glint shone in her eyes as she stared in mesmerization at the purplish, expanding head.
Then she knelt between his splayed thighs, nestling the squirming sac of his testicles in the palm of her hand. She lowered her head, the tangled strands of her yellow-brown hair falling over her husband's belly. She trembled in a mixture of emotions as she forced herself on to her self-imposed task and her tongue flicked out and with surprising rapidity, sweeping hotly over the fleshy head of her husband's hardened prick. Tentatively, her lips stretched out and nibbled at the rubbery flesh, sucking gently. Her tongue began to trace a warm, moist path over the hard, blood-filled surface of his again excited throbbing cock, as her hand continued to knead at his balls. Then once more she enclosed the hard, moist head in her warm buttery mouth.
Swirls of excitement were flurrying around deep in Ned Moe's stomach, in spite of their mutual anger, and he couldn't help but feel that it was like a dream come true. Eva, his frigid young bride, was sucking him, actually sucking him with his cock buried deep in her mouth! He could hardly believe it!
"Oooohhhh..." he sighed as she began to warm to her task and massage the smooth rubbery head wetly and teasingly with her tongue, her lips locked tight like a straining elastic band just under the head.
Eva looked up at her husband's pleasure-distorted face and some of her anger faded. She actually liked kissing and licking his cock, far more than she ever thought possible!
She bent to her task with greater fervor a curious satisfaction seeping through her at the realization of the pleasure she was giving him. With one hand she continued to massage the soft, sensitive skin of his balls squeezing again with the other hand the thick rounded base of his penis. Eagerly, she lowered her mouth to the tightening sac, feeling the testicles swelling and filling with sperm under the moist coating sweeps of her tongue. She continued to lick at the rapidly contracting balls, her hand pumping with demonic precision on his rigid shaft, making her young husband squirm and twitch under the lash-like strokes of her tongue. She inhaled the pungent male odor of him, revelling in this debasing sensation of slavishly sucking him, thrilling from the hitherto unknown pleasure she was getting from the act. Once again, her tongue teased wetly around the upstanding cock. From somewhere within her, came the knowledge and instinct of what to do and how to do it - her expertise increased with each stroke of her diligent tongue.
"Oh Christ, suck it, baby suck it... "Ned panted, lost in a mist of sensual excitement unequalled even by his furious fucking of Peggy.
He reached his hands down, the fingers racing along his wife's lithe, creamy body. His fingers kneaded the smooth rounded spheres of her ass, leaving reddish trails in the buttery flesh. His finger slipped into the crevice of her gently undulating buttocks, searching, finding the tight little ring of her anus. Eva felt an unnatural shiver of intense pleasure course through her as the fingertip probed and poked at the tightly puckered little lips before trailing down to graze tantalizingly over the moist, quivering flesh of her vagina. She felt the fingers trace light, excruciating paths of ecstatic sensation along the sensitive folds and edges scraping the already sperm-coated inner lips, tickling the turgid little button of her clitoris. She began to mewl softly around her husband's prick, her pelvis churning against the inquisitive fingers.
Peggy North had been completely taken off guard by Ned's wife pushing her roughly out of the way. For a moment she was stunned, but as she watched the younger man's prick grow under his own wife's teasing manipulation, her disgruntled surprise was forgotten - she sat back on her heels, her eyes fastened avidly on the expanding rod of flesh enclosed in Eva's hand. Little ripples of excitement began to break out all over her body and her hands began to twitch and fidget anxious to imitate Eva's frenzied caresses. She felt a sudden, desperate need- she wanted a cock too, wanted a cock in her mouth, wanted to smell the enveloping odor of male genitals.
Her own husband appeared as if from nowhere. He was suddenly kneeling in front of her, his rigid fleshy rod desire-distended, jutting out prodigiously from his body, his eyes fastened on the feverish sucking going on a few inches away.
With a guzzling sigh, Peggy enclosed the hard, throbbing organ in her mouth, her lips closing immediately around it, half-way down its length, her hands fastening around the large bloated balls. Alfred tangled his hands in Peggy's hair, pushing her face further down on his cock, until she could feel the rigid mushroomy head tickling her larynx and her whole mouth and throat felt filled to overflowing with live, vibrant flesh. Now she was doing what Eva was doing, and it felt so damn good...
Eva continued to suck fervently on her husband's expanded cock, her soft pliant lips contrasting with the uncompromising rigidity of the shaft which pumped into her. She became aware of Peggy beside her and then Alfred, and she saw the other woman, sucking, licking just like she was. There was a lurid, perverse thrill in the thought of the four of them engaged in a similar venerous act, side by side, almost in some kind of lascivious race.
Eva felt an urge, a gnawing inside her, a consuming emptiness. She knew then what she wanted! She wanted Ned to cum up inside her, not in her mouth this time but in her pussy - feed the ravenous hunger up inside her white little belly with his frothy, white semen like their neighbor, Alfred North, had done a few short moments ago.
Reluctantly, she released his penis from her mouth and Ned felt an apprehensive stab as he waited with bated breath for what she would do. He was half-afraid that she would stop - leave him halfway there, but then he saw her straddled over him on all fours, a thigh on each side of his hips. She took his still fully erect cock in her hands, teasing it gently with her fingers. She moved forward, until her visibly throbbing little vagina was directly over the head, pulsating head of the shaft. The lips of her cunt seemed to open magically as if this penis was the open sesame that unlocked it. The blood-engorged tip burrowed up through her soft silky pussy hair and sliced through her desire-drenched vagina with a smooth, slippery easiness, tunneling on its way like a run-away express train until it suddenly came to an abrupt, cunt splitting halt in the far hidden end of her womb.
"Uhhhhmmmm..." she grunted as the tender flesh of her open cunt split nestled on the wiry pubic curls that framed the base of her husband's desire-hardened cock.
He drove his hips upward, the elongated rod of his penis lunging far up into her depths, impaling her completely and feeling the warm, wet remains of their neighbor, Alfred North's cum still there. She moaned as she felt his thick flesh flex inside her, stretching the inside of her vagina with satin-soft strokes. She raised herself up along the length of the massive prick feeling it slide like a plastic hair brush handle out of the heated sheath up between her thighs. Then she slammed down again on him, enjoying the delicious rushing of his excited cock along the full length of her receptive tunnel. Then, she began to rotate her pelvis with delirious madness as Ned slammed his loins far up into her in a strong rhythmic tempo.
Peggy watched in excited surprise at the new development. She stared in lewd interest as her young neighbor, Eva Moe, settled herself over the blood-red bulb of her husband's cock, and then, with a tiny nibbling motion with her cunt slowly swallowed it up inside. She was fucking him now after first sucking him! Suddenly, Peggy knew she had to have the same! She had to sit on Alfred like Eva was doing on Ned!
She released Alfred's monstrously-large penis, her eyes still riveted on the unabashed couple beside her.
"I want to sit on top of you, Alfred, like Eva!" Peggy hissed and Alfred, hypnotized into willing obedience by the pounding in his balls and the enslaving rhythm set by the Moes', lay down parallel to Ned. Without hesitation, Peggy was astride him, the craving in her unquenchable pussy releasing any remaining proprietary caution.
She poised her vagina directly over Alfred's penis which stood up proudly like a flagpole, and he suddenly jerked upwards, sending his thrusting member deep within her hidden passage, deep to the very source of her womanhood.
Immediately, he began to fuck in and out up between her widespread thighs, increasing his tempo until he was plunging up and down like a wildly bucking bull, and Peggy dug her knees into his hips steadying her cunt for each pile-driving assault.
Eva heard the new, lewdly sounding slapping sounds of naked flesh against naked flesh and saw with mild disbelief Peggy's energetically grinding buttocks over Alfred's perspiring body.
They're fucking with Peggy on top, just like we are! her mind boggled as Ned continued his furious drubbing slamming his thick cudgel into her bruised depths in harder and stronger drives, matching in rhythm Alfred's ruthless plunges into Peggy's wildly bobbing channel. They were in a mad, lewd race, like horses and riders, their moans and wet wild fucking sounds commingling in a lascivious melody of wanton abandon.
Eva's face was contorted with passion and her eyes were closed and then she was crying out in an orgasm that touched the very core of her being.
"Aaaaaggghhh..." she sobbed releasing a gentle mist of warmly flowing orgasmic fluid over Ned's mammoth shaft. She moaned above him as her thighs clasped around him convulsively and then he felt his own boiling sperm erupt and gush along the tube of his jerking cock to escape in a torrent of fiery liquid which seeped into every recess and cranny of her still desperately pumping vagina. Eva's belly quivered with the violent draining spasms of their simultaneous orgasm, and then they heard the undecipherable gasps of pleasure sound out as Alfred and Peggy reached the avaricious plateau on which they themselves still reclined. The whole room seemed to shake from the earthquake-like force of the Norths' climax until they too lay back in a sensuous lethargy. Eva nestled close to Ned, feeling a complete oneness with him. She had reached real satiety. She was unfettered now, free from inhibition. She knew now what lovemaking was all about. Giving or receiving pleasure from the man you loved was what counted, no matter what form it took. She had found out the hard way, but felt sure Ned would forgive her, now that he saw the end result.
"Oh God Eva, that was wonderful..." Ned murmured.
"It was wonderful for me too, honey," she sighed and whispered, "I'm sorry..."
"It's all right now, darling," he quieted her. "There's just one thing," he whispered. "I'd like to fuck you again, but from behind this time. I mean in your other little hole."
Eva stiffened at his words. The idea was so lewd, so perverse.
"I've always wanted to, darling," he continued softly, "always wanted to fuck you back there..."
She felt, in spite of her initial revulsion, a strange shiver of lewd curiosity mixed with desire running along her spine, culminating in an obscene thrill right there in her tiny virginal rectum. Why not? The thought jumped unbidden into her head. She had sucked Ned's cock for the first time, she had let Peggy North's husband lick her pussy, had been fucked by him in lewd three-way acts. Why stop now? Why not unchain herself, emancipate her libido to the ultimate?
"All right, darling!" she whispered, her heart thudding in apprehension of what lay before her.
Ned hugged her, thrilled, almost disbelieving of her acquiescence. Ignoring the presence of the silently watching Norths, he took his wife's waist in his hands and made her kneel down on all fours on the rug. He knelt behind her, holding his prick, incredibly erect again, in anticipation of the novel act it was about to perform. With his other hand, he began to caress his wife's golden buttock globes, massaging them lovingly. He spread wide the quivering orbs of flesh, revealing the tiny tight little ring of her anus, dark brown against the gold of her skin. With a forefinger, he probed at it, testing its resiliency and suddenly he inserted it inside, wriggling it around, bringing a little moan from his wife's throat. He gently stretched her anus with his finger, widening it, preparing it before withdrawing it with a slight pop. Leaning forward, he guided the hard rubbery head of his grossly enlarged penis towards the tiny rubbery little hole. He rotated his hips, cradling the shaft in the tight crevice, poising it at the tiny cringing entrance to her rectum.
Eva was trembling as she waited for her husband's onslaught. She could feel the huge rubbery head of his cock resting at her asshole and it sent a prurient chill curdling through her.
Then!
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH..." she screamed then from the very bottom of her soul, all conscious thought blotted out as an excruciatingly violent pain crashed through her body. With one savage lunge forward, he had succeeded in imbedding the bulbous head of his penis up into her tiny, defensively clenching rectum, past the elastic membrane-lined lips. He held her by the hips, his fingers locked like steel vises in her soft flesh, as"fee prepared to flex still deeper into her forbidden depths. Eva tried to squirm away from him, but his grip was like an eagle's and she couldn't move. He began to heave forward again with a brutal lunging motion, straining the tight resisting passage beyond endurance. He pushed stolidly on, ignoring his wife's piteous whimpers, until finally, with one tremendous, buttock flattening lurch, he had buried the entire length of his elongated penis in her tight, virginal anus.
"Owwwwwwwwwwwwowowowo..." Eva whined, "oh please, darling, it hurts... Ooooooo God, it hurts...!"
"Just relax, baby, just relax... it'll stop hurting soon..."
Eva tried to relax her tortured backside, but she seemed unable to control it and the numbing pain seared her entire back passage. But suddenly, in spite of her mind's reception, her anal flesh began to relax, growing accustomed to the cruel, unaccustomed to, stretching. Her husband began to flex his cock gently, moving it slightly in and out, teasing her virgin passage into the exercise of fucking. As her anal sheath expanded, he began to fuck slowly in and out and strangely, Eva began to feel a lewd, masochistic pleasure in the sodomizing act. She was beginning to enjoy it. She began to grind hotly back against him, her buttocks rotating in tiny teasing circles as she did so. It was a new crude, perverted sensation, but she enjoyed it!
Peggy was filled with mute disappointment. Things were somehow not working out quite as planned and she was astonished at the alacrity with which the Moes adapted to the situation. Envy played a part in it, too-the Moes were completely engrossed in each other now. She couldn't believe it when she saw Ned begin to fuck into Eva's rectum and she gaped with obscene curiosity at the huge, pummeling prick as it disappeared into the, by comparison, minute rectal orifice, at the lust-crazed body of his young wife as she flailed her buttocks back against his pistoning cock, her full breasts dancing and gyrating below. In lustful rapture, Peggy inched closer to the sodomizing couple, her eyes glued on Ned's plunging prick. Her hand reached down under his buttocks and gingerly touched the sperm-inflated balls which were swinging pendulously between Ned's legs. She tenderly caressed them, completely enthralled in the licentious act, vicariously enjoying the forbidden thrills. She edged even closer, nearer until she was crouched between Ned's legs, and then her mouth was on his dangling scrotum, laving it lovingly with salival juices. She was part of it now, part of the exciting, almost depraved aura of pleasure which was emanating from the Moes.
Ned was electrified by his neighbor's wife's touch and it sent him grinding into his own wife with even greater, and more furious strokes. He knew he must, had to, cum soon - the pressure in his dually incited scrotum was unbearable.
He sensed another movement behind him, a shove forward, a shudder. Alfred had slipped up behind Peggy and without preliminaries, had prodded her thighs apart, his monstrous penis jabbing at her buttocks. He inserted the bobbing shaft between her thighs and then with one swift lunge, had planted it deeply in her anxious vagina. Her hungry pussy closed in without hesitation on his invading cock, and she immediately thrust back skewering herself completely on her husband's powerful rod. He began to screw into her, his lust excited to intense heights by his witnessing of the lewd screwing into his young voluptuous neighbor's tiny, now widely stretched, asshole.
Eva felt an increase of force behind her husband's hammering drives into her now-willing rectum. She knew that she couldn't hold out much longer - Ned's rampaging plunges into her anus had started shudders of ecstasy in her body and little daggers of pleasure stabbed at her and cavorted around her body.
"Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder, you bastard, Alfred!" she heard Peggy screaming ravenously. Craning her neck Eva turned her head curiously and a wave of prurient excitement combined with total surprise engulfed her as she caught a glimpse of the salacious sight.
She was being fucked like a slave bitch in the asshole by her own husband, Ned, while her girl friend licked and fondled his balls, while at the same time being fucked dog-fashion by her husband, Alfred!
Her mind boggled at the thought of the lewd train of writhing, fucking figures that the four of them presented!
Ned and Alfred began to screw in unison, each deep violent double-thrust rocking the lewd train, each dual withdrawal almost collapsing the naked, human structure.
Eva rolled and flung her buttocks back against Ned's laboring prick, her mind swirling, guttural incoherent moans streaming from her throat. She ground her hips around and around Ned's cock, feeling the circulatory motion reverberate the full length of the straining flesh of it. It wouldn't be long now, for her, for any of them!
And then, suddenly, Peggy squealed in high-pitched ecstasy and was joined by animalistic grunts from Alfred. All four teetered and shook from the force of Alfred's final spewing into Peggy. Her own wild release triggered Ned's and she felt him spasm and shudder into her, and then, Eva felt the beginnings of her own tumultuous release. Wings of pleasure carried her to a delirious pinnacle never before reached by her, a dizzy height from which she looked down with unbelieving joy. She had reached heaven - Her own husband had taken her there and that meant she could reach it again and again and again.
It was later, much later, when the Moes finally slipped across the lawn to their own house, after frantic hours of incredible tangles of alternating cock and cunt and anus, and mouth. They had been somewhat revived by some hot coffee Peggy had made, and it was then the Norths' coyly confessed the plot they had hatched on the young couple. The confession cleared up the last remaining doubts between Ned and Eva and they left a short time later, anxious to be alone again. Of course, they promised to return soon, particularly after Alfred had said to Ned that the District Sales Supervisor job was as good as his.
They made straight for the bedroom as if by silent agreement, and Ned lay back on the bed, a happy contented man, as he impatiently watched his beautiful young wife undress.
"But darling," he mused, "one thing puzzles me. Why didn't you tell me you liked it like that, all different ways, I mean?"
Eva, with deliberate slowness, eased off her still, sperm-soaked panties, and moving slowly towards the bed, smiled at her husband.
"You never asked me, darling! And besides, I didn't even know myself until we met those delightfully sneaky neighbors of ours...!"
