Gordie Abbot stripped off his shorts and kicked them aside; then he vaulted onto the bed and knelt between Sandy's spread thighs. He grabbed his thick, throbbing cock and guided the massive knob between the swollen lips of her cunt and into the clutching warmth. As his hips shot forward, he filled his palms with the firm flesh of her hard-tipped breasts, massaging and kneading them.
Sandy moaned and ran her hands over his shoulders.
"Oh, baby . . . you feel so good in there . . . ."
Gordie grinned and began to move in her slowly, enjoying the feel of his thick cock stroking into the hot chasm. Sandy moved below him, automatically picking up the slow, rhythmic motion that she had perfected over the six months of their marriage and the hundreds of night before.
There was no hurry; it was a slow, sensuous process that they both loved dearly.
Gordie released one of her full mounds and lowered his mouth to it, capturing the stiff, pulsing nipple between his teeth and flicking his tongue back and forth over it slowly. Sandy groaned with delight, her gyrating hips moving faster. Gordie's steadily thrusting cock burrowed deeper in her; and he increased the tempo of his strokes.
The room was silent except for their labored breathing and the slap-slap of his balls against her ass as he filled her completely on each downward plunge. Both of them had been looking forward to it all day, and it didn't take long for Sandy to blow her mind.
The feel of her shuddering ecstatically below him shoved Gordie over the top; he let himself go, emptying his heavy, aching balls into her with slow, pumping strokes, pouring forth the hot, rich cream.
It lasted a long time, but finally he pulled his prick out of her and rolled onto his back beside her. They lay side by. side, panting and fighting for breath, sated and very much in love with each other.
Sandy's hand gently moved over his chest as she rolled onto her side to face him. He grinned and accepted her lips as they found his. When they parted, he smiled.
"You get better every time, baby."
Sandy nuzzled his neck with her lips.
"Mmm . . . so do you."
Gordie shoved himself up onto one elbow and reached for the pack of smokes on the bedside table. He pulled two of them out, lit them up, and handed one to Sandy. She took it, and he watched her suck in her first drag and exhale it; then he propped a pillow up against the headboard of the bed and leaned back against it.
"You miss the group sessions we had before we got married?"
The question came out of the blue, and it surprised Sandy a little. She had been thinking about it herself for the past few days, and she couldn't help laughing when he brought it up.
He looked over at her and smiled.
"What's so funny?"
Sandy shrugged.
"Us . . . we always seem to be thinking along the same lines. It's so weird that it scares me sometimes." Gordie nodded.
"I know what you mean. You been thinking about swapping partners again?"
Sandy kissed him lightly on the forehead.
"As a matter of fact, I have .. . not that I'm not completely happy making it with you, but I've noticed that our lovemaking has dropped off a little lately. I figured maybe you might want to spice things up."
Gordie sucked in a deep drag off his cigarette and exhaled it.
"I wasn't sure you'd want to. I was thinking about it today, and to be truthful, I wouldn't want to go back to the old crowd. But I wouldn't mind finding another couple who would go for the odd night of swapping . . . that is, if you're game."
Sandy grinned.
"Silly question, lover."
Jim Johnson pushed his plate into the center of the table and leaned back as he lit up a cigarette. He glanced over at Anne, who was putting the dishes into the dishwater.
"That was great, honey; you're a fabulous cook."
Anne nodded, acknowledging his compliment; but she avoided his eyes as she busied herself with the dishes.
Jim watched her as she worked, conscious of the fact that she was steadily striving to make him happy, steadily trying to make him satisfied with her. He wanted so badly to tell her that he was completely happy and content with their marriage; but he had tried that, and got nowhere. Even the compliment he had just paid her would be of no use, and he knew it.
He sucked in on his cigarette as he watched her moving around.
She was a beautiful woman. Her 36-22-55 measurements, beautifully stacked on her five-foot-four frame, her fiery red hair and deep, sensuous green eyes complimented her perfect, angelic features. He was proud to be her husband, and he only wished he could convince her of that.
They had been married for three months now, and he was still far from convincing her that he would have married her even if she hadn't been pregnant. To be honest with himself, he probably wouldn't have married her-heft, he had been fully enjoying his bachelor life. But upon finding out that she was pregnant, he'd decided to marry her and, more to his surprise that anyone else's, he had never regretted it for a second. She was everything he could have ever wanted. The three months with her had been pure bliss, with the exception of the fact that Anne was convinced that he had only married her out of pity and a sense of duty.
It may have been that at the start, but he could have refused-hell, she wasn't the first broad he'd knocked up! But now it was different; he loved the lush redhead, from her flaming hair to the tips of her toes.
It had hurt him to have her lose the baby, especially when he'd come home that night to find her completely dressed and with her things fully packed. Even now he could remember her opening words.
"I lost the baby. You don't have to stay with me now. I'm packed; I just waited to tell you."
He had been speechless for a few seconds, wanting to comfort her, wanting to tell her just how wrong she was, just how much he loved her. He had tried, then and a hundred times since, but although she was still with him, the feeling was still there. He knew she still felt he didn't really love her.
He had tried everything he could think of. Now he sat, helplessly watching her, knowing that nothing he could say or do would convince her.
He raised his arm and glanced at his watch.
"It's damn near time for me to go down to the gym. You sure you don't mind?"
Anne looked over at him and shook her head.
"No, of course not; you go ahead."
Jim hated to leave her alone, even though it was only one night a week that he worked out with two friends. Yet he knew he would accomplish nothing by staying with her. The problem was Anne's, and she would have to work it out for herself. He would do anything to help her, but he couldn't solve it for her.
He got up and crushed out his cigarette.
"Why don't you go and visit with Sandy or Brenda while I'm working out with Gordie and Ken. I hate to see you sitting around here alone."
Anne shook her head.
"No, I've got a lot to do."
Both of them knew that the statement was a lie; the apartment was perfectly clean and had been most of the day. Jim shrugged and started for the door.
"See you in a few hours."
Anne nodded and stood staring at the closed door after he had gone.
Tears formed in her eyes, and she brushed them away and moved over to the kitchen table. She dropped down into one of the chairs and stared blankly at the table top until she forced herself to stop crying. She had been doing it for days, and it was getting her nowhere. Her relationship with Jim was deteriorating quickly, and she was scared stiff that she was going to lose him. It had been her own fault; she should have kept her thoughts to herself. The second she'd told Jim that he only loved her for what she could give him in bed, he had calmly stated that it wasn't true. To prove it, he wouldn't make love to her again until she realized just how much he loved her for everything else she gave him.
That had been two weeks ago, and the lack of sexual fulfillment, coupled with the frustration and loneliness she felt from not being able to move into his muscular but gentle embrace, was driving her crazy.
God, how she loved him and wanted to make it work. How she wanted to believe that he loved her and hadn't just married her because he'd gotten her into trouble.
She had wracked her mind for weeks trying to sort it out, but she had gotten nowhere. She had to talk to somebody else about it, to get fresh ideas, different points of view. But she didn't know who to turn to.
She was in a strange city, thousands of miles away from her family and friends, the only person she was the least bit comfortable with was Sandy Abbot, the wife of one of Jim's oldest friends.
Anne had taken to the outspoken brunette the first time she'd met her. She pulled no punches, and Anne always felt she knew where she stood when she was with Sandy.
She had been toying with the idea of asking Sandy for help with the problem between herself and Jim, but she had been hesitant to open herself up that much to any other human being. And yet she had to talk to somebody. Sitting around moping wasn't doing any good at all; she was just getting more depressed.
She gathered her strength and moved across to the phone and picked it up. Her fingers dialed almost of their own volition, and she came close to hanging up by the time it rang the second time.
The sound of Sandy's voice sent panic through her for a second. Then she managed to speak.
"Sandy? Anne. Look, I was wondering if you'd mind my coming over. I've been sitting here with nothing to do, and-"
The voice on the other end cut her off. "Mind, hell. I'm dying for some company. I'll mix up a batch of martinis; c'mon over."
Brenda Sommers snapped the book shut and dropped it into her lap. No matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn't imagine herself in the positions mentioned in the book, doing the things it advocated.
When Ken had first brought it home and given it to her, she had been hurt. It didn't do much for her ego to be told that she was frigid and handed a book on sexual technique. She had hated him in that brief few seconds for his actions; but after he'd left for his weekly workout with Jim and Gordie, she had picked up the book and tried to read it, realizing that Ken was simply trying to solve a problem that was becoming unbearable for both of them.
Brenda had been raised to think of sex as something necessary if you were married, but faintly dirty and to be gotten over with quickly. The few experiments she'd had with it before meeting Ken had been completely unsatisfactory and revolting to her. She had submitted to the advances, but had given nothing in return. She had been swept off her feet by Ken the second she met him. An impressive, six-foot-two godlike male with curly black hair and deep brown eyes drew her attention to his almost too handsome, chiseled features.
Just being around him had excited her like she'd never been excited before, and sex had been far from her mind when they began to go together. She loved him then as she loved him now, and their life together was perfect until sex reared its ugly head. She had been a complete failure in bed from the start and, although Ken had been painstakingly gentle and understanding with her, it hadn't improved much now.
Over the past few months she had been faking enjoyment in the act, but Ken producing the book tonight indicated that she hadn't fooled him. If only he knew how badly she wanted to make sex good between them, to complete an otherwise perfect match.
She began to sob softly to herself as she opened the book and tried once again to read it.
Ken pulled himself up onto the edge of the pool and dropped down beside Gordie. He was completely preoccupied with his own thoughts, and didn't hear Gordie speaking to him. Finally Gordie prodded him with his elbow.
"Hey, come back to the living, will you?" Ken looked up at his friend and shrugged. "Sorry, I was thinking about something else."
Gordie looked at his friend for a few seconds, trying to find the right words to speak. He knew something was eating Ken, and it bothered him. They had been close friends for over twenty years, and there had never been anything that they couldn't talk over before; it upset Gordie to think that there was something bugging Ken, and he wouldn't talk about it.
Gordie looked down at the other end of the pool and flashed a smile at Jim, who was about to dive off the high board; then he let the smile fade and looked over at Ken.
"Look, do you want to talk about it? You can't go on keeping it inside forever."
Ken looked at him as if seeing him for the first time.
"Does it show that much?"
Gordie nodded.
"You look like you've lost your last friend."
Ken had been determined not to air his problems with Brenda in public, but somehow Gordie was different. There was no other person with whom he felt so completely at ease, no other person he trusted more.
"It's Brenda. She's frigid. I've tried everything I can think of, but she just can't make it in bed. I thought it might be me. But Christ, you know how many broads I've screwed, and I've never had a complaint. I don't know what the hell's wrong, but if it doesn't get straightened out soon, I'm going to go nuts."
Gordie was a little taken back. He had figured Ken and Brenda for a lively sex relationship, and he would have never dreamed that they would have a problem there.
"What seems to be our problem?"
Ken shrugged.
"I'm not sure. The way I figure it, the first guy that got into her must have been as brutal as hell; it scared the shit out of her. No matter what I do, I can't seem to make her forget it. She just freezes up the second we head for bed. I've tried everything, but nothing works."
"Have you ever tried to loosen her up with booze?"
Ken nodded.
"Yes, but she's no fool. She knows what's happening, and she just doesn't get drunk."
Jim pulled himself up onto the edge of the pool in front of them, and Gordie changed the subject.
"Your turn to get the equipment out, Jim. We'll join you in a few minutes."
"Okay, see you in the gym in ten minutes."
Gordie watched him walk away before he spoke.
"Look, I don't know if it will work or not, but how about you and Brenda coming over later tonight. I'm sure we can get her relaxed if we try, and we can get some booze into her. In fact, I'll see to it. I've got some Spanish Fly in the apartment, bought as a gag a few months ago. If I can get some of that into her, she'll lose her inhibitions. By the time you get her home, she'll be chasing you around the bed."
Ken's eyes lit up a little with a ray of hope, but then he shook his head slowly.
"I don't know; I've heard that stuff is dangerous." Gordie nodded.
"It can be if you use too much. But don't worry, I've used it before as panty remover, and I know how much to use.
Ken was ready to try anything at this point, and he nodded his head slowly.
"Okay, I'm ready for just about anything . . . ."
Anne made a valiant attempt to hide the burning hurt that filled her and carry on a light conversation with Sandy, but Sandy was no fool, and it didn't take her long to figure out that Anne had a big problem and wanted to talk it over with somebody.
They were just finishing their first drinks when Sandy decided she wasn't going to get anything out of Anne unless she opened the conversation.
She got up off her chair and picked up their empty glasses, then carried them over to the bar and refilled them from the shaker.
"Look, Anne, I don't want to pry, but I'd have to be blind not to notice that you've been crying. You obviously came over here to see if I could help you with something, so I might as well find out what it is."
Anne looked up at her, a little surprised at Sandy's ability to see through her. After a few seconds of tense silence, she leaned back.
"It's a long story, and I really shouldn't burden you with it. but I'm afraid I just don't have anybody else to turn to."
Sandy smiled and sat down across from her.
"Look, honey, all of us have problems we can't iron out by ourselves, and we've got to turn to somebody. We haven't known each other too long, but I think we have a pretty good relationship. Let's have it."
Anne took a stiff drink from her glass, looking for a little more courage before spreading the whole thing out for Sandy to see. She choked the booze down, demonstrating just how unused to drinking she really was; then she set her glass down and leaned back.
"You know I was pregnant when Jim and I got married, and then I lost the baby, don't you?"
"I gathered as much."
Anne shrugged. "Well, I think he just married me because he got mc into trouble. Oh, he says he loves me, and he gives me everything I want, but I just can't help but feel that he regrets marrying me. He had a real good thing going for him as a bachelor; girls were all over him. I think he resents me now-especially since I found out when I lost the baby that I'd never be able to carry any through full term. So you see, he didn't even get the children he'd bargained for. I'm not even a complete woman. We've talked it over, and he says I'm crazy, but I know that I can't possibly be as satisfying to him as all those other different women."
She paused for a second, taking another drink.
"I'm afraid I'm not very experienced when it comes to lovemaking, and I don't see how he can be satisfied with me alone. It came to a head a couple of weeks ago, at any rate, and he told me he'd prove it to me. He said we'd have no more sex until I was sure that it wasn't only for sex that he married me, that he still finds me a complete woman and wants to stay with me for more reasons than sex and children. And he's stuck to it; we haven't made love in I don't know how long. Instead of convincing me that he loves me, it's just making matters worse. I wonder if it's because he finds me undesirable. I'm afraid, too, that I like my sex just as much as the next girl, and just being near him works me up so that I can't even do my housework any more. I don't know what to do."
Tears formed and began to roll down her cheeks again. Sandy got up and crossed to her, cradling her head in her arms.
"Easy, honey . . . it's not as bad as all that." Anne looked up at Sandy, her eyes pleading. "What am I going to do?"
Sandy reached for Anne's glass and handed it to her.
"First, you're going to drink this and start on another. Second, you'll stop this crying. Nothing was ever solved by shedding tears. Once we've got that beat, we'll try to sort this thing out properly."
Anne took the drink from her hand eagerly, happy to have something to do. She drank deeply from it, draining it in two gulps. Sandy smiled and poured Anne a full glass.
"Now, from the sounds of things, this lack of sexual satisfaction has left you both pretty edgy, which doesn't help anything. Well have to find some way to blow off all that excess steam.
"The thing that seems to be at the root is the simple fact that you lack confidence in your lovemaking. You keep telling yourself that you're not woman enough to keep Jim happy. We're going to have to do something about that."
The air of confidence that surrounded Sandy gave Anne hope. She brushed the tears from her cheeks and sat up eagerly, wailing for the next statement.
Sandy was very aware of the attention of her friend, and she welcomed it.
"I've got some books you could read; they might help a little. Have you and Jim gone in for any oral stuff?"
Anne shook her head and flushed slightly.
"No, like I said, I'm afraid I'm inexperienced . . . ."
"Don't worry about that, honey; we all were at one time."
She hesitated as if in deep thought; then she grinned and stood up.
"I've got just the thing. Some movies Gordie and I took of each other in various positions. It should give you an idea at least."
She reached for Anne's hand and pulled her gently up off the couch. Anne's mouth had dropped open in surprise.
"You mean you took pictures while you were . . . ," Sandy chuckled. "Balling. You want to believe it, honey."
She led Anne into the bedroom and indicated the bed with a wave of her hand.
"Make yourself comfortable; it'll only take me a second to set the projector and screen up."
The whole idea shocked Anne, and she opened her mouth to protest, but Sandy was already setting up the equipment. In a few seconds the room was dark, and Sandy was sitting beside her on the bed.
"Okay, honey, here it goes."
Anne let out a little gasp as the screen flooded with vibrant color. Standing directly in front other, completely nude and grasping a massive hard-on, was Gordie Abbot. Despite the fact that Anne was shocked, she found herself looking at him, staring at the shaft in his hand, and comparing it to Jim's organ. It was shorter than Jim's, but almost twice as thick; it looked like a telephone pole waving menacingly at her.
The picture changed, and Sandy moved into focus. The two of them embraced on the screen, then moved backward until they were stretched out in the center of the bed, the very bed that Anne was now sitting on. The realization shook her to the very core.
Then it started, in a slow sequence of lustful delights.
He sucked at her breasts, then moved his mouth down until he had it on her cunt, lapping hungrily.
Anne saw Sandy climax before her eyes and Jim's tongue surged in and out of her swollen pink slit. The sight sent a wave of desire and excitement through Anne that left her panting for breath. Her own suppressed desires came flooding to the surface, and her blood began to pound in her temples.
They had shifted on the bed. Sandy was on top of him, reversed . . . She now began to suck his hard cock as he continued to lap at her cunt.
The very sight of it sent Anne's senses reeling; she could almost feel that tongue moving in her slit, that big cock in her mouth, alive and stroking. She moaned and began to breathe even harder.
Sandy watched her carefully as the movie progressed, her own loins beginning to warm as she saw Anne's reaction. It had been a long time since Sandy had made love to another woman, and suddenly she realized that she could have Anne if she played her cards right.
The redhead was certainly hot enough, and after a couple of weeks without nookie . . .
The couple on the screen had moved into the regular man-on-top position now, and Gordie was hammering his big tool into her with a vengeance. Anne could see the passion and pleasure etched into their faces as they pushed each other further and further up the ladder to release. She became one with them, climbing to that ecstatic peak. Without realizing it, her right hand had moved up under her skirt and was massaging the open lips of her cunt through the thin material of her bikini panties.
Sandy saw the action, and she knew the time was ripe. She moved her mouth to Anne's ear and whispered.
"Oh, you poor baby . . . you're so worked up . . . you've been without it for so long . . . ."
She brushed Anne's hand away.
"Here, let me do that."
Anne was only half aware of what was happening to her. She was so engrossed in what was going on in the film that she couldn't keep it separate from reality. She couldn't keep her eyes off the thick shaft of Gordie's big cock plunging in and out of Sandy's cunt in long, slow strokes.
Sandy pushed the hem of Anne's tight miniskirt up to her waist and began to massage the firm flesh just below the band of Anne's panties. It was an experimental move, but when Anne made no move to resist, there was nothing to hold Sandy back.
She cupped Anne's hot mound and began to probe and massage the flesh of her swollen, outer cunt lips through the thin panties; then she was pushing her fingertip into the damp opening, shoving the panties inside, pressing, releasing . . .
It was at that instant that Anne became fully aware of what was happening. It shocked and revolted her, yet she couldn't fight it as the searing jolts of pleasure shot through her. She couldn't deny the need for her body; although her voice cried out bravely for Sandy to stop, her legs moved open of their own volition, and her breathing began to come in ragged gasps.
It has been so long, so very long.
The sight of Anne's parities now drenched in the flowing passion juice from her cunt was enough to tell Sandy that she had made her conquest, and she moved to take it completely.
She reached for the waistband of Anne's panties and pulled them off quickly, in one deft motion. Then she moved her hand back to the inviting pink slit and began to finger Anne in earnest.
Anne's buttocks shot up off the bed, and her mouth gaped open.
"No . . . Sandy .. . please . . . don't . . . oh, God . . . ." Anne's body said exactly the reverse, and Sandy didn't hesitate a second longer. She shifted down on the bed and with a moan of need, she buried her face between Anne's lush, wildly spread legs. Her tongue snaked out like a hot probe, to taste the molten, clutching box, virginal to the touch of a woman. The musky smell of juicy cunt sent a flash of pure animal delight through her.
Her tongue moved . . . explored . . . probed . . . circled . . . tasted . . . teased . . . until Anne could speak no more. Nothing mattered but the wonderful feel of that experienced tongue. Her body exploded inside, welcoming it, loving it; she reached down and pulled Sandy's head further into her crotch. She reached a shattering, all-encompassing crisis when Sandy's tongue found her clitoris, and the room shook with her wild cries of ecstatic delight.
Her body tensed, arched sharply, then finally dropped to the bed as Sandy let her tongue slip free of the delicious, tight little cunt.
Anne came around slowly, sensing where she was; then, when she realized what had just taken place, she felt her body wrack with revulsion and shame.
Sandy offered her a warm washcloth. Their eyes met, and she could see the embarrassment and shame in Anne's face. She shook her head.
"Don't, baby-don't hate yourself or me. Think about it clearly. Forget all the crap you've been taught about what's right or wrong. You enjoyed it, that was obvious, and I enjoyed doing it for you. Because of that and that alone, it can't be wrong."
She moved forward and began to wash Anne slowly, almost lovingly. Anne wanted to speak, to lash out at her, but she was too ashamed. Sandy's eyes met hers again.
"And this doesn't make you a Lesbian. At the worst, it makes you a bisexual, something I've been for years, and something I'm not the least bit ashamed of. You think about it, and you'll soon realize that what's right for you may not be right for everybody else, and vice versa."
Anne pulled away and reached for her panties. She pulled them on as quickly as her shaking fingers would allow, then turned and left the apartment.
Sandy stood for a second staring at the closed door-then she smiled.
Anne had loved it.. . she would want more as soon as she had settled it in her mind.
II
Sandy sat back against the couch, listening intently while Gordie related the conversation he'd had earlier with Ken. When he was finished, Sandy whistled.
"Wow! Sounds like those two have their problems. Funny, I never took Brenda for being the frigid type."
Gordie grinned. "Me neither. Christ, she's really built; it'd be a waste for her to be frigid,"
Sandy nodded her agreement, then stood up.
"Well, they'll probably be here any time. You might as well mix us up some drinks and see to it that Brenda gets her special kicks."
Gordie nodded and stoop up. He started across to the bar and suddenly Sandy grinned.
"I've got an idea. Why don't we all try a little? That should liven things up."
Gordie turned to face her.
"Hold it, baby. These are our friends, remember? They've got a problem, and I think it's great to help them, but we're not going to add to their problems. If they should happen to decide they want to try a little swapping someday, I'll he all for it. Hut I'm not going to doctor their drinks with Spanish Fly just to start them swapping."
Sandy was going to argue with him, but thought better of it. She was only two well aware of how much Gordie thought of Ken, and sensed that he wouldn't change his mind.
She shrugged and started for the kitchen. "Make the drinks; I'll fix us up a few goodies to snack on."
Anne couldn't face Jim when he got back. Just the thought of what she had let Sandy do was enough to shake her to the very core. She managed to sneak off to bed quickly, faking a headache. She lay in the dark staring up at the ceiling and hating herself and Sandy for what had happened. Yet the longer she thought about it, the more she realized that she had liked what had happened. In fact, she had received the most exciting climax of her life.
She began to cry softly, muffling her sobs in her pillow.
Brenda immediately felt at ease with Gordie and Sandy. The two women hadn't known each other for very long, but Ken had known Gordie for ages, and there was a strong sense of comfort between them. There was no need for Brenda to be anything but herself, and she was looking forward to having an evening with friends where she could let herself forget the steadily worsening situation between she and Ken.
She was not in the habit of drinking much, but it somehow seemed like a good idea tonight. She let herself completely relax as she drank from her glass in long, slow swallows, enjoying the feel of the liquor as it flooded her body with warmth.
Ken was a little uneasy about the whole thing. He was having second thoughts about talking it over with Gordie in the first place, let alone agreeing to use something as dangerous as Spanish Fly on Brenda. He felt it wasn't fair to her, and he didn't like the idea of going behind her back. If it hadn't been for the fact that he'd done everything else he could think of, he would have put a stop to it now.
As it was, he sat watching Brenda carefully, as if expecting her to jump up and begin stripping her clothes off at any lime. He was surprised to find that nothing at all happened, even after Brenda had started on her second drink.
Gordie had been watching both of them, and he couldn't help but smile to himself when he noticed how carefully Ken was watching Brenda. Finally he sensed that Brenda was going to get suspicious unless he did something to stop Ken from watching her. He tossed back the last of his second drink, then stood up, looking over at Sandy.
"Fix us another batch of drinks, will you, honey? I'm going to haul Ken downstairs and show him the car."
Ken looked up at him. "Did you get it?"
Gordie grinned and nodded.
The two men disappeared out the door, and Sandy got up and crossed over to the bar. She began to prepare the martinis when her gaze dropped to the shelf below and the small prescription bottle. A smile formed on her face, and she reached down for it. Without a second's hesitation, she opened it and poured some of the powder into the concoction; then she began to mix it in.
The elevator doors closed noiselessly, and they began to drop toward the basement. Gordie chuckled, and Ken gave him a quizzical look.
"What's so funny?"
Gordie managed to stop laughing. "You. You've been watching Brenda like you expected her to start fingering herself any second."
Ken hadn't realized his interest in her had been that obvious. He shrugged.
"It took me a while to realize that you were putting me on about using Spanish Fly."
Gordie shook his head. "I wasn't putting you on; I gave it to her in the first drink."
Ken sensed that he was serious. "How come it didn't work?"
"Obviously you've never had any experience with the stuff."
"No, but I've heard-" Gordie cut him off. "Forget what you've heard; I told you I'd used it before. Most people take it and expect to feel like fucking their asses off two seconds later-that's why it can be dangerous. When nothing happens, they figure they haven't had enough, so they take more. The truth of the matter is that there's no reaction until you take your first piss after taking the Spanish Fly. Then all hell breaks loose. For a guy, his cock begins to burn like hell, and he gets the stiffest hard-on he's ever seen. He can fuck for hours, and it stays up hard as hell. A broad's cunt burns, and before she's finished pissing, she's on fire. All she can think of is getting a cock into her."
Ken listened intently, then he grinned sheepishly.
"I guess I must have looked pretty stupid up there, watching her and waiting for her to get horny."
"I should have told you before. All I can suggest is that you make sure you get her home before she has to take a piss; because once she has, she isn't going to let anything stop her from getting a cock."
Ken's smile faded a little.
"We'd better get back up there then."
The elevator doors opened at the basement level, and they hesitated for a second; then Gordie pressed the fourth floor button and nodded.
"Yeah, you're right."
The instant Ken was back in the apartment, he faked a yawn and stifled it.
"I've about had it, honey. What do you say we call it a night?"
Brenda looked up at him and shook her head. "I'm just beginning to enjoy myself."
She had just started on her third drink, and was completely relaxed for the first time in weeks. She had no desire whatever to go back to the apartment with Ken and either fight with him over her frigidity or have to fight him off because he thought he had a chance to get her because she was feeling the liquor she had drunk.
Ken flushed slightly at her open refusal to go along with his suggestion. It wasn't like Brenda to defy him, but he had no intention of starting a fight with her-not when she'd drunk as much as she had. All he could do was hope that she wouldn't have to use the John before she agreed to go home.
Gordie could see the complications arising, and he looked over at Sandy.
"We really should call it a night soon. You've got to get up early tomorrow for your hairdressing appointment."
Sandy got the drift of his words, but she couldn't resist ignoring him. She managed her best look of surprise and played dumb.
"I haven't got any appointment for tomorrow. I'm ready to go all night."
If looks could kill, Gordie's cold glare would have dropped her. Instead she smiled innocently and carried the fresh drinks across to them.
Both men stood nervously for a few seconds; then they looked at each other and sensed how unnatural they were behaving. They both lifted their glasses and drank deeply. Then they moved over and sat down beside their respective mates.
Sandy was completely enjoying their uneasiness as she openly studied Ken.
She had always had a yen to climb between the sheets with Ken, but he had been fully devoted to Brenda when she had met him, and although she had made several open attempts to seduce him before her marriage to Gordie, she had been unsuccessful each time.
Her eyes moved over him now in anticipation. The sight of his muscular six-foot-two frame and handsome features, framed by thick black curly hair, started little Tins burning in her loins. Her mind went back to the time Gordie had told her about how well Ken was hung, and the figure ten inches kept popping up in her mind. The more she thought about it, the hotter she got. She sucked back the drink in her hand eagerly, wanting the effects of the distributed aphrodisiac to begin its work.
She kept the conversation going, anxious to keep Brenda happy and thereby make sure that the use of the Spanish Fly wasn't wasted. The two men were obviously uneasy as the night moved on, and each hurriedly downed his drink in the hope that it would signify the end of the foursome.
Instead they found themselves drinking another as Brenda steadfastly refused to leave. The second Brenda stood up, the conversation died. If she hadn't been half-cut from the unusually large amount of booze she'd consumed, she would have known something was up. As it was, she simply began to weave her way toward the bathroom.
A smile of triumph formed on Sandy's face as Ken almost leaped off the couch.
"C'mon, honey, let's go home; you've had enough."
Brenda reached out for the wall to support herself as she turned to face him. She giggled drunkenly.
"I think you're right. Just let me use the bathroom."
He opened his mouth to stop her, but she was gone. He looked over at Gordie helplessly, and Gordie shrugged. "Get her home as soon as she gets out."
Brenda sat down; when the first few drops of urine came, a searing pain burned through her, stemming from somewhere in the middle of her body and traveling along a tortuous course that set every nerve screaming and made her entire cunt sling. She let out a gasp of pain and surprise. The intensity increased until, before she was finished, her body was wracked with a desire and a passion she had never known before.
For a split second she panicked-then there was no room for panic. All she could think of was the sexual need that had to be satisfied.
She began to whimper with desire. The moment Ken heard it, he opened the bathroom door and went into her. She sat there staring blankly at him, eyes smoldering with need; then she stood up and reached for him. Her hands clawed at his crotch.
"Please-I need it-oh, God-I need it. ..,"
One look at her and Ken came near to falling apart. He had been hoping for her to want him in any way at all for months, and having her begging him for it was more than he had ever dared dream for; but seeing her obviously completely dominated by the aphrodisiac and unable to control herself made him feel like a heel, and he wished he had never agreed to the idea in the first place.
Gordie appeared in the doorway behind them; Ken turned slightly, trying to block Brenda's half-nude body from his view. Their eyes met, and Gordie could see the frustration, anger and helplessness in his friend's eyes.
"I'm sorry . . . take her into the bedroom. She's got to have it now."
Ken turned back to her, brushing her hands away from his crotch. She was grasping at his cock frantically, but he was unable to get a hard-on because of the way the situation had come about. He was both ashamed and angry at himself for what he had allowed to happen.
He scooped Brenda up in his arms, carried her to the bedroom, and dropped her gently onto the center of the bed.
She looked up at him, pleading, holding her arms open to him.
"Please . . . God, I want you . . . please."
Ken started to strip quickly, knowing that her need was all-encompassing; but his cock was still limp by the time he was nude. Brenda had stripped herself completely, and her legs were spread wide as she twisted on the bed.
Ken looked down at his flaccid organ and swore as he watched her whimpering with desire. He moved to the side of the bed and began to caress her swollen cunt-lips, hoping to subdue some of her passion; but the touch sent a jolt of desire through Brenda, doubling her already uncontrollable need for a man. She arched herself upward, sucking his stroking fingers inside her cunt.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! I need to feel you in me."
Ken watched helplessly, working her feverishly with his fingers. She had a complete climax for the first time in her life, and she shook with wonder and delight. She was beside herself with ecstasy. She climaxed again and again, but her desire increased instead of disappearing.
Gordie moved up to the toilet and pulled out his cock. The moment he began to piss, he cursed. His cock began to harden almost immediately, and it was burning by the time he turned around. Sandy was standing in the doorway, smiling at him.
"Hurry up, lover; I'm dying to use it, too."
His eyes were cold as they met hers.
"You bitch. You stupid bitch."
He stood facing her, his hand on his cock, moving it now to help alleviate the fiery flame that surrounded it. He couldn't help himself, and Sandy chuckled.
"Out of the way, lover."
Ken worked on Brenda until his hand felt like it would fall off. He fingered her over and over, bringing her to crisis after crisis, but still she cried out for more, completely oblivious to the thin walls of the apartment building. Ken began to panic, knowing that she could be heard. He changed hands and kept at her, each motion of his deeply stroking fingers quieting her a little. It went on and on, and finally he couldn't last any longer.
He got up and looked helplessly down at Brenda's twisting, screaming body, then turned and hurried into the hallway. Gordie was standing facing him, still foolishly stroking his hard, red cock. Their eyes met as Ken shouted at him.
"You crazy bastard! She's gone nuts. Somebody will hear and call the cops."
Brenda came stumbling out of the bedroom, her right hand clamped between her thighs, her fingers stroking in and out of her sloppy, burning box. She took one look at the stiff, throbbing cock in Gordie's hand, then leapt on him, pulling him down to the deeply carpeted floor. Ken stood watching in amazement as she grasped Gordie's stiff shaft in her hand and fell down on top of him, hammering it into her cunt.
He stepped forward to separate them, but the pure animal need that consumed them both made them oblivious to him, and he couldn't separate them as they fucked fiercely. Sandy came out of the bathroom and grasped him by the shoulder.
She was completely nude, and he could see that her body was on fire. She stared at him with passion-clouded eyes, and said three words: "Use the John . . . ."
Nothing seemed real to Ken; everything had gone crazy. He had to piss, and he moved into the can-then he too could think of nothing but satisfying the hot, searing lust that churned through him.
Sand stood watching the two of them twisting on the rug in the hallway. The sight, coupled with her own intense desire, caused her to begin fingering herself frantically. When Gordie had blown his load in Brenda, she pushed him off and dropped down on top of the lush blonde. She furrowed her head between Brenda's thighs and then shoved her tongue into the burning hole. As she began to polish Brenda's stiff, hot clitoris, she spun around into a sixty-nine position and ground her cunt in Brenda's face.
It was completely new to Brenda, something she would have never even considered-normally it would have revolted her. But now her tongue shot into Sandy's flaming slit, and they began to eat each other in a frenzy of motion.
Gordie pulled himself to his feet and quickly stripped off his clothing as he watched them. His desire had increased after the first ejaculation, and he wanted more. He watched the two of them lost in their pleasure and need; then he moved up behind Sandy's quivering form and parted the cheeks of her ass. He guided his throbbing hot knob between them. His hips moved forward slowly, and he shuddered with pleasure as his burning knob popped into the tight hole.
Sandy let out a muffled cry of delight as she felt him entering her. She wanted it any way she could get it, and she welcomed his massive, searing shaft eagerly.
The sound of her moans of pleasure spurred him on. He hammered his cock forward, driving it further and further into her clutching flesh with each thrust until finally his heavy balls were slapping against her dimpled buttocks with every powerful stroke.
Ken stood framed by the bathroom doorway. His mouth sagged open as he stared down at the three of them. Seeing Brenda locked in a Lesbian embrace with Sandy shook him to the very core. He had never imagined her capable of doing anything like it; but now that he could feel the burning flames of desire ripping through him, he knew she was not herself; she was simply an animal giving vent to a desire she could not control.
His loins burned with need, and his huge, thick cock stood stiffly from his fly, the big knob completely free of its protective covering and glistening moistly as it throbbed with desire.
He had to have satisfaction; he had to stick his cock into something, anything. He moved forward, searching for some place to shove it, when Gordie looked up at him. Their passion-glazed eyes met, and Gordie reached for him, grasping him by the hips and pulling him closer, and before Ken had any idea of what he was going to do, Gordie had sucked the hot knob of his cock into his mouth, and his tongue had begun to polish it in a frenzied lapping motion.
Ken's first reaction was one of revulsion, and he started to pull away; but the moment his cock came free of Gordie's hot, willing mouth, his body betrayed him; his hips shot back again, pushing the massive knob back inside the invitingly eager orifice.
Ken's head went back, and he let out a low, guttural moan of pleasure; then he drove his hips forward again, shoving a full six inches of thick, pulsing shaft into Gordie's mouth.
The feel of it sent Gordie reeling. He began to hammer at Sandy's ass viciously as he rotated his head, sucking Ken's big cock in and out of his mouth. He tried to get more of it inside on each stroke, but finally gave up when he started to choke. There was no way he was going to get the full ten inches inside, and he knew it.
Each drove on selfishly, dying to reach the peak of sensual pleasure. They molded into one frantic, well-oiled sex machine, each moving in unison with the others to get the most out of their contact, each an animal searching for gratification of the intense, burning desire that seemed insatiable.
Gordie went first, his thick organ buried completely in Sandy's bowels. It jerked and erupted in a steam of thick, burning love juice, filling Sandy's hot chasm and sending her over the top with him.
Sandy's teeth came into play on Brenda's tender clitoris as she climaxed and accepted Gordie's massive gushes of semen. He stayed with her, rock still stiff for a few seconds, then he pulled back and turned to finish Ken.
His hands moved up to cup and caress Ken's big, hairy balls as he strongly sucked the huge cock, rotating his head in a rhythmic motion as Ken stroked the big shaft in and out of the sucking chasm.
Brenda climaxed for the third time, and Sandy went with her, the two of them shrieking moistly muffled cries of satisfaction. The sound was enough to shove Ken over the top.
His hands went to the sides of Gordie's face; he held him firmly as he shoved his hips forward, driving more prick into Gordie's mouth than either of them had thought was physically possible. A deep moan of pleasure filled the small hallway, and Gordie half choked as the first rich, creamy gush of fluid spurted forth from the tip of Ken's thick, burning knob. Gordie sucked madly, wanting to get it all.
He swallowed . . .
They parted, all four exhausted physically, although each was still wanting more. It was obvious in the men by the sight of their cocks. Each was still as hard as steel, throbbing with the burning blood that engorged them. The women parted, still living in the lust-filled world of sexual need, their eyes glazed, their nipples hard and pulsing.
There was no right or wrong now, not after what had just happened; there was no sense of moral reasoning; there was only a still all-consuming need for sexual release.
Sandy had been entertaining one thought when she decided to put the Spanish Fly in all the drinks, and now it was there for her inspection-the biggest cock she had ever seen. She had been with a lot of men, and she had never found a cock thicker than Gordie's, but the one she was looking at now was as thick or thicker, and it was a full three inches longer than Gordie's. She let out a gasp of expectation, then moved toward him.
The sight of her lush body, the big firm mounds of her breasts topping a lush 37-23-36 build, sent a wave of excruciating need through Ken. As she stepped toward him, he released his grip on his massive pole and let it snap upward, slapping against the thick mat of dark curly hair on his belly.
Sandy let out a cry of expectation at the sight, and they moved together. Their bodies locked; their lips met; their tongues entwined. Sandy whimpered as Ken's big hands slipped gently down over her back and cupped her buttocks, then pulled her rotating lower body against him. She felt the huge, bulbous knob of his cock throbbing hotly in the deep valley between her breasts, and the realization of what he was offering her shook her.
They parted and hurried down the hall to the living room; then they dropped to the couch. Brenda and Gordie followed them, entranced by the sight of Ken's massive cock as he moved, wanting to see it sink into Sandy's so willing body.
Ken knelt between Sandy's widely spread thighs; then he reached for his big cock and guided the massive knob between her open, flowing cunt-lips. Brenda and Gordie watched as if hypnotized as Ken slammed his hips forward with a groan and four inches of the biggest thing Sandy had ever received ripped into her. She let out a cry of pain mixed with pleasure, and the sound was too much for Gordie and Brenda. He pushed her over to the arm of the couch just above Ken and Sandy's passion-contorted faces; then he bent her over and shoved his cock into her form from behind, sinking it fully into her oozing slit with two hammering strokes.
Both of them had their eyes glued to Ken and Sandy's connection as they began to pick up the rhythmic motions of sensual fucking. Brenda had never felt anything like it before; she was watching Ken's big cock claiming more and more of Sandy's open, burning box; at the same time, she was getting the benefit of Gordie's thick prick from the rear. In twenty-two years of life she had never been able to come to a full sexual release; yet in the past thirty minutes, she had blissfully shuddered through so many she had lost count. Sex suddenly became something altogether new to her; it was fun; it was good, and it was so satisfying.
Sandy had never imagined anything like this. She threw herself into getting more and more of the massive tool into her. It took what seemed like years to finally feel the wondrous warmth of his balls against her ass, and she felt like she was ready to split in two each time the monstrous cock ripped into her. It was unbelievable, torturous pleasure to a degree that she had never dreamed possible.
Ken rode her wildly, like a stud horse let loose in a field with a dozen ready mares. It was so good to have a woman alive and wanting him, so good to have her moving, her hips raising and dropping, her ass quivering in his hands, her tight little cunt muscles grasping and releasing his massive knob hungrily. He lost himself to it completely.
Sandy exploded, the eruption ripping her body to shreds as it coursed through her. Her fingernails raked down over Ken's back. It had been so long since he'd felt a woman really react to the pleasure he had given her that he had to open the floodgates holding back the molten payload in his burning balls.
His body shuddered powerfully at the first gush of creamy, rich love juice spurted forth into her arched body. He groaned with satisfaction as he poured himself into her doubling the intensity of her climax and blotting reality out of her mind. She twisted and ground against him, urging forth his seed. Ken thrilled to the feel of her moving beneath him. For the second time in months, he was fully and completely gratified, a man again; he loved this wild female animal below him for reacting to his lovemaking so savagely.
They dropped the floor, still locked together, each lost in the pleasure afforded by the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Brenda's eyes were on them as she moved against Gordie's deeply stroking cock. She knew their pleasure now, knew what they were feeling, knew what she had always been told was the reward of lovemaking was indeed a reality. The fact that it was her husband making love to another woman didn't matter; she had a new lease on life, and nothing was important but the feel of that marvelous cock slipping in and out of her burning cunt and the knowledge that soon she would feel the delicious tremors ripping through her again.
She gave her mind and body fully to the pure animal enjoyment she was sharing with Gordie. Her body moved with his, making the most of each stroke from his thick, throbbing cock; and Gordie could feel the way she was giving of herself. He strove to give her pleasure such as she had never known, letting the big, throbbing knob hit her in a different spot each time it surged into her hot, clutching chasm.
His hands teased her breasts, cupping and massaging, toying with the nipples. Suddenly, he let out a husky groan of completion. The massive knob jerked deeply within her, and spewed forth the hot jism from his dangling balls.
Gordie emptied himself completely. Then he pulled, his cock free and stepped back a couple of paces. The searing flames burning in Brenda's cunt hadn't ceased, and she still needed the feel of a cock in her. Gordie was still as hard as a rock, but he was beginning to panic a little. He wasn't worried about the effects of the Spanish Fly on himself or Sandy or Ken; they had received a normal dosage. But Brenda was something else again. He knew full well that she had received at least twice as much as the others, and he was afraid she would continue to want a man' until she killed herself trying to put out the fires started by the aphrodisiac.
She was laying on her back, her legs spread wide, begging to be mounted. He ignored her pleas for a few seconds and turned to face Ken, who was just pulling his massive organ free of Sandy's cunt.
"Brenda's had too much. The only way I know to get rid of the reaction is to drink fluids until you wash it out of your system."
Ken forgot the burning desire that raked his body and forced himself to concentrate on Brenda's pleading form. He knew the situation was dangerous, and he nodded toward Gordie.
"Let's give it a try; we've got to do something."
Brenda had been without a cock for almost five minutes, and she was burning up inside. She began to scream for it again, and Gordie looked over at Ken.
"You'd better give it to her; keep her quiet. I'll try to pour some water into her while you do it."
Ken nodded and dropped down onto the carpet between Brenda's spread thighs. He guided his massive knob between her open lips and drove into her. In three strokes he buried it completely, and he slipped his hands down to cup her buttocks as he began to hammer at her savagely, aware now of his own need as much as hers.
He worked at her slowly, sensing that he would have to keep it up for a long time. Brenda's cries of need subsided into soft whimpers of delight as she felt his massive prick slipping in and out of her searing orifice.
Gordie walked back into the room with a pitcher of water and four glasses. He set them down on the coffee table and began to pour as Sandy crawled over to him. Her hands grasped his painfully erect cock, and she began to stroke it. He looked down at her coldly, wanting to tell her where to go; but he knew that she could no more control her desire for a cock than he could stop wanting a cunt to sink his cock into.
He let her play with him slowly as he poured out the glasses; then he brushed her hand away and shoved one of the glasses into her hand.
"Drink it, and as many more as you can."
Sandy took it from him, and he turned and moved over to where Ken and Brenda were making slow, sensuous love.
"See if you can get up onto the chair and let her sit in her lap; that way I can get her to drink."
Ken pulled his cock free of Brenda's hot slit. He moved up onto the chair quickly, and she crawled frantically after him and mounted his big cock in seconds, dropping down to claim it in its entirety.
Gordie moved over to them, handing Ken a glass. Then he began to half pour the water into Brenda's lax mouth. At first she choked; then she drank.
When she had finished the glass, Gordie moved over to the coffee table and got the pitcher. He carried it over to the table beside the chair and set it down, then looked at Ken.
"Keep pouring it into her."
He turned without waiting for a reaction and dropped down onto the carpet beside Sandy. In seconds they were locked together, fucking as if it were a matter of life and death.
It went on like that for over two hours, fucking and drinking, punctuated with increasing pauses to empty full bladders. Finally they expelled the last of the Spanish Fly.
The four of them were completely exhausted; they didn't even have the strength to talk.
Ken and Brenda dropped down onto the rug and gratefully accepted sleep while Gordie and Sandy dragged themselves to bed and collapsed. Their aching bodies were crying for rest, and sleep claimed them quickly.
Five hours later Ken stirred and woke up. For a second he forgot where he was, and he lay in the darkness getting his bearings and wondering at the pain that throbbed in his loins. He pulled himself upward and leaned back against a chair; then everything came back to him. He got up and used the John, feeling traces of the burning aphrodisiac still draining from him, then he gathered up his clothes and got into them.
It took a while to get Brenda awake, then he helped her dress and they left the apartment. r hi
Sandy was standing at the stove preparing breakfast when Gordie came out of the shower. He moved across the small kitchen and dropped down into one of the chairs behind the table; then he looked over at her.
"What the hell made you do it anyway?"
Sandy had been dreading the confrontation ever since she woke up, and she had let him sleep in for an hour longer than she had, in order to prepare herself for what she knew was coming. But it had been useless, because she knew she had no real defense for what she had done. It wasn't that she regretted doing it-hell, she'd had the time of her life; everything had gone exactly as she had hoped it would. A golden opportunity had presented itself for her to get a chance to sample Ken's big cock, and she had taken advantage of it.
She had been entertaining the thought of making up some story for Gordie that she knew he would be able to accept more easily than the truth, but she decided instead to give it to him straight.
"It's like we were saying the other night; I wanted a little variety, and there's something about Ken that has always attracted me. It seemed like a good idea at the time."
Gordie looked at her and shook his head.
"Christ, Sandy . . . anybody but Ken and Brenda. You know who he's going to blame for last night, don't you?"
She carried their plates over to the table and set them down.
"I've been thinking about that, and I want you to tell him exactly how it happened. There's no sense in breaking up a friendship as old as yours because of something I did."
Gordie had fully intended to give her hell, but she was being so honest about it that he just couldn't blame her too much.
He shrugged.
"Well, it's done now. I'll see if I can get him to go for a round of golf today and do my best to straighten it out with him."
Ken moved around the living room like a caged lion. He glanced toward the bedroom now and then, half-hoping that Brenda would wake up, yet satisfied to let her sleep, because he didn't know what the hell he was going to say to her.
If he hadn't been a part of what had happened last night, if he had been taken in like her instead of knowing it was going to happen beforehand, it would be different; but as it was, he was just as much to blame for it as Gordie.
The thought of Gordie made him burn a little, and he shook his head as he fished out a smoke. He had never figured Gordie for anything like this. During their college years, when Gordie had started moving with the fast, try-anything crowd, they had come to an agreement; Gordie had never expected him to join in on the things that he wasn't quite in agreement with.
It had been the same with swapping partners after Gordie and Sandy met; Gordie had always made sure that Ken didn't have to worry about getting out of any embarrassing situations with Brenda. When the four of them went out, it was strictly for fun, with no thought of changing partners.
They had differed in their approach to sex, but it had always been something that neither of them had pushed. Each had been content to honor the other's point of view. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why Gordie had double-crossed him last night and put Spanish Fly in all the drinks. It just wasn't like him.
The biggest thing that bothered him was what Brenda's reaction was going to be when she woke up and realized that she had been involved in a wild, uninhibited session with another couple. The sight of her last night making it with Gordie, even with Sandy, hadn't shocked or repulsed Ken as he'd felt it would; he had been too pleased to see her actually enjoying sex for the first time to care how or from whom she was getting it.
He was eager now to know if it was a one-night thing with her, or if it had been just what she needed to show her that sex could be good simply for sex's sake. Had it affected her frigidity one way or the other?
The sound of movements in the bedroom brought him out of his own thoughts, and he turned and walked toward the door. Brenda was just propping up pillows behind her when he walked into the room. Their eyes met; and neither of them spoke, each a little unsure of what to say, yet eager to hear from the other.
Ken could stand the silence only for so long.
"How do you feel?"
Brenda leaned back against the pillows, bore.
Her eyes met his.
"I can't remember too much; what happened?"
Ken sat down on the edge of the bed; it all came out, the whole story. Brenda sat quietly, listening to him until he had finished.
"I thought it might have been a dream, a crazy dream . . . "
Ken shook his head.
"Look, honey, I'm sorry. If I'd known what was going to happen, I'd have never agreed to do it.. but we've had it so bad lately; I guess I was pretty desperate."
Brenda nodded.
"Yes. It was getting to the point where we had nothing left for each other . . . ,"
She let the sentence trail off; then she reached out and grasped his hand.
"I'm glad it happened."
Ken didn't know what to say. She reached up for him and pulled him down against her.
"Last night I found out what it was all about. I've been so wrong. God, I've wasted so many years thinking that it was wrong, that it was no good. I had the most glorious orgasms, over and over. And watching you make love to Sandy . . . I could actually feel the wonder of it, the pleasure you were giving each other. It was like coming out of the dark ages, seeing life for the first time."
Ken lifted his head so he could look into her eyes. She could see the happiness written all over his face.
"Oh baby, baby . . . you don't know how much I've wanted to hear you say that."
She pulled his face down and kissed him, then smiled.
"I've got a lot of catching up to do."
Her right hand moved down over him and cupped the bulge in his crotch. He let out a gasp at her touch, then stood up beside the bed, his hands going to the clasp at the top of his pants. Then he hesitated for a second, looking down at her as she threw the covers off herself, revealing her lush, nude body.
"Are you sure, baby? God, you must be raw."
She cut him off.
"Don't talk; just love me."
He didn't argue any more. He pushed his pants and shorts down and off in one swift motion, letting his huge cock snap upward and sway proudly before her for a second; then he climbed up onto the bed and dropped between her thighs.
Brenda clutched his stiff tool eagerly and guided the massive, throbbing knob between her moist, open cunt-lips. The second she felt the hot lance against her tender tissues, she arched upward off the bed and filled her palms with his buttocks, pulling him down to her.
Ken moaned and pistoned his hips forward, driving his huge organ into her as Brenda went wild below him.
It wasn't the Spanish Fly now. It wasn't the booze that was making her react like a normal woman in need.
A wave of exquisite delight and a sigh of relief swept over his body. At last she was finally his.
The wondrous feel of his burning cock slashing into her made Brenda shake with pleasure. All the memories of the night before came back, the ecstasy, the raw animal delight of it. She welcomed inch after inch of his enormous erection, sucking it eagerly into her molten, clutching loins.
Ken drove at her fiercely until finally he was completely buried in her. He let out a husky groan of need mingled with an animal-shrill cry of satisfaction, and began to fuck her with long slow strokes of his big tool.
They exploded together; with each gushing flow of burning love juice that spurted forth from the big slit at the tip of his massive knob, Brenda's climax heightened and she cried out with ecstasy. It was so good for Ken that he found his own grunts of satisfaction melting with her pleasure-filled cries.
He finished in her, moving until she dropped back down onto the bed; then he rolled off her, and they fought for breath. She moved close to him and kissed him lightly on the chest.
"I've wanted that for so long. There are so many things I want to try now, a hundred things . ..,"
Ken chuckled and pulled her close. "Easy, easy. You'll wear yourself out." She nuzzled him with her lips.
"I wanted to experience everything, only this time with no drugs. Just thinking about last night excites me. I want to watch you love Sandy again while Gordie is loving me; I want to feel Sandy's tongue on me. There are a hundred things."
Ken froze and sat up. He turned slightly to face her.
"Hold it, honey. I'm glad you've finally found out how good it can be, but last night was an accident. I would never have allowed that to happen if I could have stopped it. We can do all the things you want to do ourselves, but forget about swapping partners; that can only lead to trouble."
Brenda paused for a second, sensing how strongly h felt; but she couldn't deny the need that filled her now. She had experienced the excitement of group lovemaking, an it was something she couldn't push out of her mind; she had been denied sexual pleasure for most of her life, an now that she had found it, she couldn't just forget it.
"Why, Ken? What harm can it do? I watched you last night; you enjoyed making love to Sandy, and I have admit that I liked doing it with Gordie. It was different unusual, and I want to again."
Ken rolled off the side of the bed and moved across the room to the dresser. He picked up the rumpled pack cigarettes on top and pulled two out. He lit them an carried them back across to the bed. Brenda took one fro his outstretched hand and waited for him to speak.
Ken felt panic gripping him. He had been so pleased find that she was finally normal, after all these months, b now it all exploded in his face. She had changed from frigid board into a lust-ravaged tigress. He searched for the right words to tell her of his feelings.
"Look, honey, swapping wives leads to nothing but trouble. There's bound to be jealousy; and after awhile, spreads to other couples, more experimenting, until finally normal sex just isn't enough to satisfy you any more. Feelings become warped, or disappear altogether. It's too dangerous to play around with. There's nothing that we can't try together if you want to, but I just can't agree with swapping."
Brenda sucked deeply on her cigarette and closed h eyes for a second.
"Ken, I've never really asked you for anything. I've never been the type of wife that wants to push her husband around, and I've always gone along with whatever you say. I will this time too, if you really want me to, but I'm asking you for something that I want badly. If you knew what it was like to never experience sexual satisfaction, and then to suddenly find out just how wonderful it is, you might understand. I want to try it all, and that includes what is only possible with swapping. I'm not saying I want to do it forever; I just want to experience it."
He looked down at her and sucked in a lungful of smoke, then exhaled. He shared with her the wonder of what she had found, because it was important to him too; and he could sense how important it was for her to push her newfound pleasure to its limits. What she was asking was something hard for him to grand, and yet he couldn't in all conscience refuse her.
He moved over to the bed and sat down on the edge, then reached out and gently brushed a strand of shimmering blonde hair from her forehead.
"Honey, I love you, and I want you to be happy. Al the same time, I don't want you to get hurt. Sex is a wonderful thing; and it can be enjoyed simply for the sake of enjoyment, having no real emotional ties; therefore it doesn't have to ruin a marriage if it includes someone else other than your mate. But you must understand that it's one of the strongest urges we have, and it has to be controlled to a certain extent, or it can become all-encompassing. It can become a monkey on your back worse than any drug, and it can destroy you."
He leaned forward and kissed her softly.
"You think about it for a couple of days. Be sure. If you want to have another session with Gordie and Sandy, I'll go along with it; it isn't as if I wouldn't enjoy it. I would. It's just that I want you to take it slow . . ,"
The phone shattered the silence. Ken reached over for the extension on the table beside the bed and picked it u He recognized Gordie's voice instantly, and for a split second he was angry about the night before; then his anger passed. He spoke for a few seconds, then covered the mouthpiece and looked back at Brenda.
"It's Gordie. He wants me to go a round of golf with him and apologize for what happened last night. You feel well enough to lose me for a couple of hours?"
Brenda smiled mischievously.
"I'd much rather keep you here in bed. But you're right about my being raw, and I think it would be best for both of us if you went."
Ken grinned, sharing the pleasure of her newfound awareness with her, then he took his hand away from the mouthpiece and turned his attention back to it.
"I'll meet you in the garage in ten minutes. How about calling Jim and seeing if he wants to join us; seems to me it's his turn to drive."
IV
Gordie was standing beside Jim's white Olds hardtop when Ken stepped out of the elevator, trailing his cart behind him. Gordie shifted from one foot to the other a little uneasily as he watched his friend approach.
He had been expecting Ken to really chew hell out of him on the phone and to tell him to stick the golf game, and the reaction he'd got surprised him. He didn't know quite how to figure it, but he half expected Ken to let him have it when he got up to him. Instead Ken looked at him for a second without speaking.
Gordie shrugged.
"I'm sorry. Sandy decided it would be more fun if we all had a little. She admitted that she'd been wanting to make it with you for some time, and apparently she just didn't think before she did it."
Gordie had been hoping to soften the statement a little by pointing out that Sandy had wanted him, hoping to use
Ken's ego a little.
Ken shrugged. "Well, it accomplished what we wanted, Brenda has done a complete reverse. She can't get enough."
He let it drop there, then shoved his cart to one side.
"Look, I've got to talk to you."
Gordie glanced toward the elevator.
"We've got a little time. Jim was tied up with a client on the phone. He said he'd be a few minutes."
Ken nodded.
"Let's go across the street and have a drink."
Brenda leaned back, letting the hot spray of the shower wash away the lather she had worked up. Her body felt alive for the first time in her life, and she couldn't keep from thinking back to the evening before and the wondrous climaxes she had reached as a result of it. Just thinking about it set her body on fire, and she began to finger herself slowly as she relived each separate sexual union.
God it felt good to finally be a whole woman! She could hardly wait until the four of them got together again.
Ken waited until the waiter had dropped their drinks before he spoke. "You've been this route of swapping partners for a long time. What's the end result?"
Gordie looked up at him for a second before speaking.
"What do you mean?"
Ken shrugged. "What happens? I mean, do you keep doing it with the same couple? Do you get tired of that and want to try somebody new? Does jealousy come into it? Do you keep looking for wilder and wilder ways of getting your kicks?"
Gordie was beginning to get the drift of the conversation, and he lifted his drink and took a swallow before answering.
"Look, Ken, if you're hinting at what I think you're hinting at, I'd say forget it. Last night was wild; it was a lot of fun. But you and Brenda just don't fit into the swappers' groove. You told me that yourself over a year ago when you first starting taking Brenda out. She's not the type to swing; personally, I don't think you are either."
Ken hauled out his smokes and offered Gordie one. He lit them up, then took a swing from his glass before speaking.
"You might be right; I really don't know. This is new to me. Last night I watched you making it with Brenda, and I didn't feel any jealousy. I don't know whether it was the Spanish Fly or not, but I doubt it. I was thinking pretty clearly, and although I have to admit I was a little shocked at first, by the time things were going I was completely enjoying having Sandy. I was getting an additional kick out of watching you and Brenda enjoy yourselves. Anyway, all of this is irrelevant. The fact is, Brenda wants to have another foursome. She'd not demanding it, but she wants it, and unless I can find something concrete to base my refusal on, I can't tell her no. I told you she was frigid, and although you may not believe it after seeing last night, it was a fact. This is all new to her, and, like a kid with a new toy, she wants to enjoy it fully. I can't blame her one bit."
Gordie shook his head slowly.
"Christ, Ken, I don't know what to tell you. For Sandy and I, swapping is great. We have no hang-ups, and it simply enriches what we've got together; but you're not exactly the uninhibited type, and neither is Brenda. I don't want to be part of anything that would break you two up."
Ken set his glass down and let his eyes meet Gordie's.
"Look, I told you I was thinking pretty clearly last night. I know exactly what I did to get my kicks. I watched Brenda make it with Sandy; and if you've forgotten, I blew my stones in your mouth. I know what's coming if we swap, but it hasn't hurt me yet, and I don't really see why it should. It's Brenda I'm worried about. I'm afraid she might try too much too fast, and I'd rather have it a small deal between the four of us than have her looking for it somewhere else. This way I can keep an eye on her and give her a hand if she needs it. She likes Sandy, too, and the two of them can talk things out."
Gordie could see the sense in his argument, and he nodded.
"I can't dispute that. If you're sure, I know damn well Sandy will go for it. She and I were talking just the other day about wanting to start getting a little variety again, and she thinks the world of that telephone pole of yours-"
Ken cut him off. "Okay, it's settled. Let's get back to the garage; Jim's probably waiting for us by now."
Anne had been fine, as long as Jim was in the apartment with her. She had managed to push the memory of Sandy's exciting tongue out of her mind for hours; but now, the instant she was alone again, she was acutely aware of the burning desire that filled her.
The relief Sandy had given her the day before had only served to what her appetite for more, and had fallen far short of sating the immense need for sexual release that weeks of abstinence had built in her.
She did her best not to think about it, conscious of the fact that the act between she and Sandy had been an abnormal one, yet she couldn't forget it. Sandy had been so gentle, so loving, not impatient and selfish. It had obviously given Sandy pleasure to satisfy her, and she knew fully that she could have it again with a second's notice.
She walked around the apartment restlessly, smoking nervously, thinking incessantly.
Jim had made up his mind. He had spent hours going over the basic problem between himself and Anne, and as far as he could see, there was only one solution short of their breaking up. That was to prove to Anne that sex was far from the most important thing in their marriage.
He had mulled over several different ways to prove this to her and had finally realized that there was only one way. He would have to put her into a position where she could have another man make love to her and enjoy him sexually and, at the same time, see him making love to another woman. They would release the sexual frustrations that had built up between them, lessening the strain in their relationship. By staying with her after and showering her with attention, she would see that he wanted her for more than what he could get from her body.
He had to completely separate the sexual part of their attraction from the emotional love that he felt for her. She would see it this way and this way only.
The decision hadn't been an easy one to reach, and finding a suitable couple for the act of gaining Anne's acceptance of it would not be easy either.
It wasn't until the three were heading out for the course that he realized the first part of that problem wouldn't be as hard as he'd thought. He'd known Gordie for a long time, and he was fully aware of the swapping sessions Gordie and Sandy had taken part in prior to their marriage; on several occasions he and another girl had shared beds with Gordie and Sandy. He knew they hadn't been swapping since they married, but he was reasonably sure that if he approached Gordie with the suggestion, they'd go for it.
Anne reached up for the shower head and guided the spray to the front of her body. She had it ice cold, but instead of bringing the simmering fires in her loins under control, it somehow stimulated her even more. Finally she gave up and shut it off, then she reached for a big bath towel and dried herself.
She rubbed briskly, welcoming the pressure of the towel against her lush body, by the time she was finished, her nipples stood out stiff and pulsing.
She knew she could no longer ignore the need, and she resigned herself to the fact.
She picked out her clothes and started dressing.
V
Anne flushed slightly when Sandy opened the door. "Hi, I thought I'd drop in for a coffee, if you're not busy."
Sandy smiled instantly, sensing what the stacked redhead was really after.
"Hell, no. I was looking for an excuse to have my first drink of the day-now I've got it."
She stepped back, and waved Anne inside with her hand.
"Grab yourself a chair while I fix us something tall and cool."
Anne moved across the room and dropped down on the couch. She was already having second thoughts, knowing that she could have brushed aside the first encounter between them as simply a need for sexual gratification after weeks of going without, but realizing that a second session with Sandy would be the final step of acceptance.
She hated herself for what she was doing, yet she stayed.
Sandy put things out in the open at once. Anne had barely taken a drink from her outstretched hand when she spoke.
"I gather things look a little different today. I told you they would."
Anne knew there was no sense in denying why she had come; Sandy was obviously fully aware of the purpose of her visit. She looked over at the stunning brunette as she dropped down next to her on the couch.
"I wish I could say that you were wrong, but I can't. I don't like what's happening to me, but I seem to be powerless to stop it. You knew that yesterday, didn't you:
Sandy nodded.
"I suspected it. I'm glad that you've thought it over sensibly. Sex is as necessary as sleeping and eating, and it can be a lot more fun than either of them. I feel sorry for people who are so inhibited and single-minded that they never get to know just how good it can be with a member of their own sex. It's different than with a man; a woman can do so much more. She knows all the sensitive places, she knows how another woman feels, and what she wants."
The conversation had served to heighten Anne's desire, and she could feel her body warming with anticipation. Their eyes met, and Sandy smiled and moved her hand over to the firm, exposed flesh of Anne's thigh just below the hem of her tight miniskirt.
Anne shivered slightly at the touch, and she leaned her head back.
"God, you don't know how much I've wanted to have you touch me again."
Sandy smiled again and began to move her fingertips in small circles.
"Yes, I do, honey-I've been wanting it just as badly."
Anne gave in completely, blocking out the little voice that told her it was wrong, that told her to put a stop to it before it was too late. She closed her eyes and let herself slip down on the couch a little. Her skirt bunched up with the movement, and Sandy's fingers moved higher, pushing it up even more.
Anne's sheer bikini panties were exposed now, and Sandy could see the damp spot in the crotch as Anne stifled a soft moan and let her legs move apart slightly. She moved her hand up to the wetness and began to gently caress the swollen outer lips of Anne's hot cunt through the damp panties, teasing them, tantalizing them. Anne cried out with desire, and her dimpled buttocks lifted up off the couch. Sandy set her drink down on the table beside her and slipped down onto her knees in front of Anne. She took advantage of Anne's elevated hips to pull the sheer panties down and off, then she tossed them aside and bent her head forward, letting her lips meet the hot slit nestled below the damp triangle of fiery red curls.
Her tongue slipped out from between her lips, and the probing tip darted into the open, flowing box, sending a shudder of pure delight through Anne. Anne was whimpering and twisting on the couch now as Sandy eagerly lapped at the flowing well as if trying to satisfy a fantastic thirst.
Sandy's tongue moved slowly up the slit from the bottom until the tip found Anne's stiff, pulsing clitoris, then she began to polish and tease it. Anne lost herself completely to the feel of it, her senses reeled, and she gurgled with pleasure.
Sandy had no intention of letting Anne have all the fun this time. She was fully intending to introduce Anne completely to the wonders of Lesbian lovemaking. When she had Anne worked to the point of near release, she pulled her head from between the redhead's beautiful thighs and stood up.
Anne writhed on the couch, pleading for the return of Sandy's tongue, but Sandy held her hand out and shook her head.
"No, not this lime. We'll go into the bedroom and do it right."
She led Anne quickly into the master bedroom. Anne didn't hesitate-she knew she had to have everything Sandy would give her now; and she was eager to get started, ready for whatever was coming.
Sandy released her hand once they got into the bedroom. She stepped back and began to pull her clothing off, keeping her eyes on Anne as she stripped.
Anne's body shook with need, and she too stripped quickly. The moment they were nude Sandy pulled her into her arms, and they fell onto the bed. Sandy's lips found Anne's, and she kissed her passionately.
For a split second Anne fought this unnatural kiss; then, as she felt the warmth of Sandy's body, the hard nipples digging into her own strong buds, the wiry, black curls of Sandy's cunt mingling with her own pubic hair . . . she stopped struggling.
She accepted the kiss; she accepted Sandy's tongue as it surged into her mouth. It was a long kiss, and it reawakened all the frustrated need in Anne. She whimpered and twisted below Sandy.
"Please, do it now . . . please . . . ."
Sandy moved her mouth slowly first to one of Anne's stiff nipples, and then to the other. She teased and tormented the pulsing tips until Anne was a mass of quivering, lust-filled flesh. Then she shifted downward on the bed and let her tongue sink into Anne's cunt again.
Anne snapped upward off the bed the second she felt that hot, experienced lance dig into her tight cunt; her cry of delight filled the room. Sandy worked on her for a few seconds, stroking her tongue in and out, teasing Anne's hot little clitoris. Then she raised herself and spun around above the lush redhead.
Anne felt the movement and the short loss of Sandy's tongue in her cunt. She opened her eyes, and to her horror, she saw Sandy's hot, flowing slit just inches above her face, dropping slowly.
She had been ready for everything-or at least she thought she was. But this-
"No . . . no .. . don't . . . "
The last of her plea was muffled as Sandy ground herself downward, shoving her open, dripping slit against Anne's mouth. Instantly she thrust her own tongue into Anne's cunt with a vengeance. Her teeth stripped Anne's tender clitoris, and she sucked on the flowing, honey-filled hole as if she was trying to suck the very core out of Anne.
Anne trembled, her blood pounded, her mind went blank. Her nostrils filled with the musky smell of Sandy, and she knew that she would do anything to have this wonderful feeling continue. Her lips parted, and her tongue surged forward and sunk into Sandy's slit.
Sandy's body trembled with delight, and Anne no longer hesitated. She lapped and sucked eagerly, wanting to give as well as to receive, wanting it to be good, and complete.
Jim walked back to the car and shook his head. "There were seven foursomes waiting at the first tee. It'll be at least an hour before we can get off."
Ken shook his head. "Damn it! I should have known."
"Fuck it," Gordie said. "Let's forget it. We can get a game in some time during the week."
Jim nodded and pulled the car door open. He was about to step inside when Ken swore. "Christ, here comes Henderson. Every time he sees me, he wants to talk over something."
Jim turned his attention toward a stocky, middle-aged man hurrying toward the car; then he looked in at Ken. "Client?"
Ken nodded. "And a damn good one. If he wasn't, I'd tell him where to go. He's been working on a divorce action against his wife and pestering the hell out of me for weeks."
Gordie grinned. "That's what you get for being a successful lawyer."
Henderson had reached Ken's side of the car by now. "Sommers, I've been trying to get hold of you for days. I've got the evidence, and I want you to get things rolling right away. It'll only take a minute for me to give it to you. Come on into the clubhouse for a drink."
Ken looked over at Gordie and Jim.
"Tell Brenda where I am when you get back."
Jim nodded, and Ken opened the door and climbed out of the car. They watched him for a second, then Jim looked over at Gordie.
"Want to stop for a couple on the way home?"
Gordie was eager to get home to Sandy with what Ken had told him about the idea of swapping, and he didn't particularly like the idea of dragging the afternoon out. He shook his head.
"No, I've got some papers to go over at home. I shouldn't have left them as it was."
Jim hid his disappointment and turned his attention to the road ahead as they started back. He knew he wasn't going to find it easy to come out with the suggestion that the two of them swap mates, and he had been counting on a couple of drinks to make it a little easier.
He made several attempts at small talk on the way back, hoping to find some way to introduce sex into the conversation, but he was trying too hard and failing miserably. Finally, as they were pulling into the underground parking, he knew he had no choice but to come right out with it.
"Have you and Sandy been doing any swapping since you got married?"
The question took Gordie completely by surprise. It had come right out of the blue. He shut off the car and looked over at Jim.
"What the hell brought that on?"
Jim flushed slightly and shrugged. "Anne and I have . . . we . . . I thought maybe the four of us . . . "
Gordie couldn't believe his ears. It had been hard enough to figure Ken and Brenda for swapping, but now, to hear it from Jim on the same day was fantastic. Jim had always been the strong, silent type, attracting broads like flies to sugar, but always a little hesitant about hauling them into the hay. He'd gone along with wild parties before he started going with Anne, but since then there'd been nothing like that at all. It just didn't figure.
Jim was embarrassed by the silence that followed. He looked directly at Gordie, wanting to get it over with as fast as he could.
"Never mind why. Are you interested or not?" Gordie shook his head in amazement. "Yes, I suppose so. But don't you want to talk about it? I mean, you just don't come out with a question like that."
Jim reached for the door handle and opened it. "I just did."
He stepped out of the car; Gordie hesitated for a second, still too surprised to react, then he shrugged and got out. He followed Jim over to the elevator, and they stepped inside. Once they started to move, Gordie spoke.
"You come up to my place. We're going to sit down with a bottle and a couple of glasses and try this again. We've known each other too damn long to hold things back, and it's bloody obvious you've got a problem. You know damn well that Sandy and I have no qualms about swapping partners, and you can be sure that we'd jump at the chance to pair up with you and Anne-but before we do, I want to know why."
Jim did want to talk about it. He wanted to make Gordie aware of why he was doing it, but he couldn't do it without a couple of drinks. He looked over at his friend and nodded.
"Okay."
Sandy shifted lazily on the bed; then she got up and reached down for Anne's hand.
"C'mon. Let's have a shower and cool things off a little."
VI
Gordie pushed the door open and motioned Jim inside. The sound of the running shower filled his ears, and he grinned.
"Sandy's having a shower. It'll give us a chance to talk things over privately. Scotch okay?"
Jim nodded, and Gordie moved across to the bar.
The shower was cramped for the two of them, but neither had any thought of complaining. Sandy finished adjusting the spray, then she turned around slowly to face Anne. As she did, her eraser-hard nipples brushed against Anne, and she felt a tremor of excitement go through her.
Sandy's arms went around her and pulled her close. Their lips met, and their breasts heaved against each other, the nipples digging hot trails as their tongues met and intertwined.
Anne felt like she was in another world. It was so different from what she had learned to accept as her way;' was new, and she was enthralled by the wonder of it. She let Sandy push her backward against the wall and moan with delight as she felt the brunette's educated tongue move down over her belly and begin to tease the damp curls of flaming red hair that covered her crotch.
Sandy's tongue began to move in her, and she felt herself being transported upward into a world of ecstasy as she pushed against the wall for support.
Jim let it all come out. He was tired of holding it inside, and it would be good to have an ally. He hesitated at first to tell Gordie of Anne's deep-rooted feeling about the reason he had married her, but Gordie was completely sympathetic and understanding, and he didn't regret telling him everything.
When he had finished, Gordie leaned back and shook his head.
"I guess I'm just a little mystified by what's been happening in the last couple of days. Normally I would have simply accepted your suggestion, in fact, eagerly accepted it; the idea of the four of us really letting loose had occurred to me before, although I never pushed it. I knew how you felt about Anne, and it didn't fit in that way. I guess I'm even more surprised because of last night . . . "
Jim gave him a quizzical look as he paused for a second before continuing.
"You've been completely honest with me, so I guess I'd better tell you what's been going on. It all started yesterday. For some reason both Sandy and I had got a little restless, and the idea of swapping again came up. We both agreed it was a good idea and left it at that. Yesterday, Ken asked me to have a talk with him. To make a long story short, he told me that he and Brenda were having one hell of a sex life. Apparently she's been frigid, and he had tried everything to snap her out of it. One thing led to another, and I finally suggested using a little Spanish Fly on her to see if it would crack the ice. He agreed, and we had them over last night. Sandy threw a monkey wrench into the works by doctoring all our drinks; before the night was over, the four of us were stripped and going at it hot and heavy."
Jim's face furrowed with surprise. "Ken and Brenda?" Gordie nodded.
"I figured Ken was going to have my balls this morning for what happened, but apparently last night was just what Brenda needed, and she's raring for more. Ken was a little hesitant, but he's decided to give it a try.
"Maybe now you can see why your suggestion shook me a little. It's as though some kind of bug had run rampant through the building and started a sexual revolution."
Jim shook his head in surprise.
"Christ, I never figured Ken and Brenda for swappers."
Gordie shrugged. "Neither did I. Nor did I figure you and Anne for it."
Their eyes met, and Jim nodded.
"I see what you mean. It's getting pretty involved."
Gordie drained his glass and set it down.
"Well, that's how it stands now. I'm sure Ken and Brenda would have nothing against the six of us making it . . . if you and Anne want to join in, you're welcome."
Jim shook his head slowly.
"I don't know. I haven't really talked it over with Anne yet; I don't know what she'll think of the idea. We talked about swapping once before we were married, and she left the deciding up to me. I shot it down then because I didn't see any reason for it, but now I'm convinced that it's the only way to show her that I love her for what she is, not just because of what I can get in bed. I'd like to give it a try; it should only take once to show her."
Gordie shook his head. "You've got no guarantee it'll work."
"No, but I've got nothing else left to try." Gordie nodded. "Okay. I'll go get Sandy; she can get things ready for tonight."
The bathroom door was unlocked, and Gordie stepped across to the closed shower stall and slid the door open. Brenda was leaning against the wall across from him, and Sandy was still sucking and lapping at the redhead's burning twat.
He stared for a second at them in disbelief, then Anne opened her eyes and saw him. She froze instantly, and Sandy sensed that something was wrong. She let her tongue slip out of the redhead's delicious cunt and stood up. Noting Anne's fixed stare, she turned to find Gordie standing watching them.
She turned back to Anne and started to speak, but the sound of the cascading water drowned her out. She reached for the taps and shut them off.
"Relax, Anne. Gordie can keep his mouth shut."
Surprise overran the embarrassment flooding Anne as she looked at Sandy.
"You mean he doesn't mind if you . . . ." Sandy laughed. "Hell, no."
Gordie didn't know what the hell to say. Finding the two of them in the shower surprised him, but he certainly didn't mind. What was bothering him was Jim's presence in the next room.
He looked from Anne to Sandy.
"Jim's out there."
At the mention of his name, Anne panicked. It was bad enough to be caught with Sandy by Gordie-she couldn't even fathom what Jim would do if he caught them like this. Gordie read her thoughts. For a split second he entertained the thought of letting Jim know, thereby simplifying the arrangements they had been discussing; but he realized that finding Anne with Sandy might reverse everything. As he stood only a few feet from the lush redhead, eyeing her openly displayed charms, his interest in the idea put forth by Jim ceased to be one of giving aid to a friend and became double-barreled. Anne was one hell of a chunk of woman, and he was looking forward to having freedom with her lush body. He looked over at her.
"I'll get him out of the apartment for a while."
His eyes moved over Anne again, slowly studying her. She felt a weird sensation move over her. She hated him for taking advantage of the situation, yet the feel of his eyes hungrily eating her up excited her. Their eyes met for a brief second, then he turned and left the room.
Jim was standing by the window staring blankly out at the street below. He turned as he heard Gordie come into the room, and Gordie smiled.
"Sandy's all for it. Tonight too soon for you?"
Jim shook his head.
"No, I'd like to get it over with as soon as possible. Ill have to talk to Anne."
"I think we'd better talk to Ken first and see if it's all right with him to make it with the three couples; that way you'll be able to warn Anne what to expect."
The idea made sense to Jim, although he wasn't looking forward to having Ken, too, knowing all his problems. The fact that Ken was in a similar situation helped, and he knew they would have to discuss it before it happened anyway. He nodded.
Gordie moved across to the phone. "I'll call him at the club and get him to meet us at the bar across the street."
Sandy and Anne waited until the two men had left; then they dried quickly and dressed. They moved out into the living room, and Sandy fixed them drinks. She handed one to Anne, and they looked at each other for a second.
Finally Anne spoke. "This makes things a little complicated, doesn't it?"
Sandy shrugged and moved over to the couch. She dropped down onto it.
"It doesn't have to; I told you Gordie doesn't mind. We have an agreement that way."
Anne couldn't forget the way Gordie had looked at her, and she knew that Sandy must have been aware of it. She took a drink from her glass, then looked at the stunning brunette again.
"I have a feeling Gordie isn't going to be satisfied with letting the two of us make it-he's going to join in on the fun."
Sandy chuckled softly and nodded.
"Yes, he is. He's often mentioned how he would like to get you in bed. It was something he thought about, but would never actually try, not as long as you and Jim were happy with each other; but now . . . ."
Anne turned and walked across the room. She looked out of the window for a few minutes, slowly sipping from her glass; then she turned back to face Sandy. "I'm going to tell Jim about us."
The shocked look on Sandy's face brought an involuntary smile to Anne's lips. "Are you crazy?"
"No. I've spent three months wondering if he married me simply because I was pregnant and he felt sorry for me. He says he loves me. Well, if he really does, he's going to try and help me sort this thing out. If he doesn't, he'll kick me out. One way or another, I'll know for sure."
Gordie was uncomfortable for the half-hour they waited for Ken to join them. He didn't like the position he'd been pushed into. It was one thing to agree with another couple to wife swap and go ahead with it. Everybody was aware of what the others were doing; it was a give and take arrangement. But this thing between Sandy and Anne shook him a little. If he hadn't been aware of it, it wouldn't have mattered; he didn't mind Sandy having her fun and getting her kicks where she wanted to. But he didn't like the idea of having to keep something like this from a man he considered his friend.
He had been eager for both couples to join him and Sandy in a wife-swapping session, originally because he thought it would help each of them, but later because he wanted the pleasure he could get from the session just as much as he wanted to help them.
Now it had gone past that. It was paramount that Jim and Anne join in on the sessions-the relationship between Anne and Sandy could be brought out then, and he wouldn't be responsible for keeping it a secret.
He was confused with the million little problems that had come up. Any of his other swapping affiliations had come spontaneously between himself and Sandy and another couple. There had been no reason for the sessions other than a mutual desire to swap partners and enjoy the pleasures of a group sex kick. But this was different, and, deep inside, he was regretting it had ever started.
This was no simple one-night stand, no wild, drunken orgy to be forgotten the next day. These were people he cared about, and whether he liked it or not, he was playing a part in their lives. He was being used by them, and he was using them. If it had been up to him, it would never have happened. But he hadn't reckoned on Sandy and her insatiable desire to make love to every female she met.
He didn't have a choice now; it was too late. But he did have a responsibility to do his best to see that neither Jim nor Ken got hurt because of what was happening. He picked up his glass and emptied it, then he signaled the waiter for another round. His eyes met Jim's, and they shared the same fears for a second; then Ken came into the bar and started toward them, shattering their thoughts.
Anne carefully went over the past three months in her mind, over what had happened between her and Sandy, and the changing needs of her body. She tried to evaluate her feelings as they were now, to understand and to be sure what she intended to do was the only way to accomplish what she wanted. After going through all of it, she realized for the first time that maybe it was she who doubted that the love she felt for Jim was strong enough, and not the other way around.
Whatever the truth, it would all come out soon; she wouldn't have to wait any longer. Her admission of a Lesbian affair with Sandy could shake Jim, enough to make him talk, to make him act. He would either throw her out on her ass, or he would try to win her back. Either way it would put an end to the hell they had been living, a strained silence of indifference.
Ken sat silently staring at them for a second; then he lifted his drink and took a deep slug. He shook his head slowly.
"No; this is getting a way out of hand. Two couples is bad enough, but all three of us is crazy. It would be hard enough for me to face the responsibility of what would happen to Brenda and me, let alone the effect we might have on Jim and Anne."
He looked over at Gordie.
"It's not that I don't care about you and Sandy, but let's face it; you two have been this route plenty of times before, and you've already proved to your own satisfaction that you have no ill effects from it. Both Jim and I are new to it. We have no idea what's going to happen when we try it. I just don't want any part of it. I should have told Brenda it was crazy in the first place."
Gordie leaned back and shrugged.
"Look, you make it sound like I'm trying to get you into this. Maybe you've forgotten it was you who came to me. Sandy and I have never tried to get either of you interested in swapping; we've always respected your opinions about it. The decision is yours to make. Maybe you're right. I don't know."
He looked over at Jim.
"I know one thing. Swapping has done nothing for Sandy and I other than make what we have together just a little bit better. We don't have your hang-ups, we don't have your petty jealousies. Maybe we're lucky, maybe we're not. We're willing to swap partners with either or both of you.
You're invited to come on over tonight. Suit yourselves."
He waved the waiter over and asked for the check. Jim and Ken looked from him to each other. Their eyes met, and they silently tried to settle their own questioning minds. The check came and Gordie paid it; then he stood up.
"One thing. If either of you do decide to come, keep this in mind. You'll be there for one reason, and one reason only-to completely let loose and enjoy yourselves fully. Come with an open mind, and don't prejudge; give it a fair chance."
He turned around and walked toward the door. Jim and Ken watched him until he had disappeared; then they looked at each other. Ken hauled out his smokes and offered Jim one.
"I don't think I've ever seen him get that mad."
Jim shrugged and accepted the light Ken offered. He exhaled and leaned back in his chair.
"I can't say as I blame him. He's right. He didn't broach the subject; I did. I've been using him as a sounding board for my ideas and dumping my problems on his shoulders. I never quite realized just how much until now."
Ken nodded. "That makes two of us."
He paused for a second, toying with his glass; then he looked up at Jim.
"Are you going tonight?"
"I don't know. I haven't talked to Anne about it yet. I'm going to try to convince her to try it. How about you?"
Ken stared at his near-empty glass for a second; then he looked up and smiled.
"I" don't really think I'm going to have much choice. Brenda isn't about to let me cut her off now that she's finally found out what it's all about. If I had my choice, I think I'd let it pass. But to be absolutely honest with you, the choice just isn't mine."
Jim nodded his understanding.
"I wish I could say the same; I'd feel a hell of a lot better if it wasn't my decision."
Ken emptied his glass and looked over at his friend.
"I guess I'd better go up and tell Brenda the good news. I'm going to get myself half-stoned before we go over, so I can do my best to do exactly as Gordie just said."
Jim gave him a puzzled look.
Ken shrugged.
"Like he said, come with an open mind, and don't prejudge. I had Sandy last night, and I've never experienced anything like her before. If I said I wasn't looking forward to having her again, I'd be a bloody liar."
VII
Gordie tossed back his glass of wine and leaned against the comfortably padded chair.
"So that's it. I don't know if either of them are coming."
Sandy wasn't surprised to hear about Brenda wanting to have another group session. She had watched the lush blonde discover the wonders of full sexual pleasure the night before, and she had fully expected her to want more, but she was surprised by Gordie's statement of Jim's interest in swapping.
She paused to take a sip from her glass before she looked back over at Gordie.
"Has Jim talked to Anne at all? Does he know about us?"
"No. He hasn't got a clue as to what the two of you have been doing. He's come to the end of his rope with her. Apparently she seems to think he only married her because he knocked her up-"
"Yes, I know the whole story," she interrupted." Anne spit it out the other day. She also said this afternoon that she was going to tell him about us."
"Christ, that's just great." He carried his glass to the bar, refilled it and turned around.
"I wish to hell they'd leave us alone and swap together if they want to try it. No matter how this turns out, we're going to be blamed for it. If Anne tells Jim you two have been enjoying each other, there's no telling what he'll do. I'm sure all she wants to do is hurt him damn good to see what hell do, and she's just using you to get to him."
Sandy shrugged.
"I had no idea what her reason was; she offered it, and I couldn't resist. You saw her in the shower. Could you resist that?"
Gordie shook his head.
"No, don't get me wrong; I'm not blaming you for it. It just pisses me off the way they're using us. Well, it stops here. If any of them come over tonight, we treat them just like any other couple we've swapped with. We let loose and enjoy ourselves. I'm going to fuck the ass off any broad that shows up. They've got the problems; we haven't. I don't mind trying to help them, but I'm drawing the line tonight. They come here, they come here to get fucked, and that's just what they're going to get-a royal fucking. . .
The moment Ken opened the door, she was in his arms. The sensation was a whole new one for Ken; she had never been able to show affection before, and his entire being warmed to the feel of her in his arms. Their lips met, and he felt his cock stirring as her tongue probed into his mouth.
She pulled back from him breathlessly, and held up the book he had given her the night before.
"I've been studying, reading about all kinds of delicious things to try. I've marked the pages."
Ken couldn't help but share her happiness. He marveled at the change in her, and his love and need for her increased with every second he watched her. He took a step toward her, but she backed off, laughing playfully.
"No. First tell me if we're going to be with Gordie and Sandy again."
He grinned, unable to help himself. "What happens if I nil say yes:
She tossed the book over to him. "Page seventy-three."
He stared at her for a few seconds, his eyes devouring her lush body. Then he opened the book to page seventy-three and started reading. His cock surged upward, and he tossed the book aside.
"They've invited us over tonight, and there's a possibility that Jim and Anne might be joining us."
The thought of having another couple involved sent a feeling of blissful expectation through Brenda. She licked her lips and moved forward into his arms. He held her close, but she dodged his lips when he moved to meet hers.
"I want to know something first, before we go over there. I love you, and what I do with the others doesn't affect that. I want to really cut loose and enjoy myself, but I won't be able to unless you do the same. I spent all day thinking about it, and now I know why Sandy and Gordie have been able to be so happy together and still share the lovemaking of other partners. They keep it separate, and I want us to do the same."
Ken marveled at her words; they sounded so much like those that Gordie had said earlier. They had made sense coming from Gordie, and they made sense now. He nodded, and she melted against him.
Anne was convinced of the necessity of telling Jim about her tryst with Sandy; but now that he was with her, she found it difficult to tell him. She knew he was fairly liberal-minded, but she also knew it was going to hurt him.
She was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice that he too was pre-occupied. It wasn't until they had finished eating and moved into the living room that she became aware of his restlessness. She began to watch him, conscious of the fact that he was uneasy. When he realized that she was following him with her eyes, he turned to face her.
"I've got something to say . . . ."
He turned and moved to the small bar, then pulled out two glasses and poured drinks. Anne felt a little twinge of panic as he moved toward her. She sensed the seriousness of his mood, and she was a little afraid of what he was going to say.
He handed her one of the glasses, then raised his own and drank deeply before dropping into the chair across from her.
"We've discussed about how we got married a hundred times, and it's got us nowhere. I've tried everything I could think of to show you that you were wrong, but I guess it's something that goes pretty deep with both of us. To be absolutely honest with you, when I think about it, I don't know exactly why I married you; but I do know that it wasn't only because you were pregnant. I had something to do with it, I won't deny that, but you were far from the first woman I had got into, and it wasn't because of your fabulous performance in bed that I married you. At least, that wasn't the only reason."
Anne had heard this a thousand times, but she sensed that he wasn't going to stop there this time there was more, and she waited silently for him to continue.
"I love you, Anne, but I can't make you believe it. Because of that fact, our sex life has been hell, and before long, one or both of us is going to hop into bed with the first good opportunity that comes by. We're just kidding ourselves if we think we won't; both of us are highly sexed, and we like balling."
He looked over at her to see if she was listening; then he went on.
"We've got a couple of choices, the way I see it. Either we agree to let each other have our fun where we can get it on a catch-as-catch-can basis, or we find ourselves a couple who are agreeable to swapping, and we join them. Both of us need to separate sex from the rest of what we have for each other. At first I thought it was only you who needed to do that, but I have to be honest and admit that I can't really show you what I feel if I'm horny all the time. I've got to burn up some excess energy. I can't do it with you, or it just makes things worse. Basically, it means that we pretend we're not married for a while, forget the ties between us and let loose completely. Then, if we find we still want each other, we'll know damn well why; there won't be any doubt about it."
He paused and looked up at her again, relieved to have it out and anxious to hear her reaction.
Anne was completely surprised by the suggestion. She had never figured Jim for this type of a conclusion, but his words were sincere, and she had to stop to let the full meaning of what he was saying sink in.
They sat silently looking at each other for a few seconds, and then Jim stood up.
"I talked to Gordie about it today. He and Sandy are willing to swap, and apparently they've already got a thing going with Ken and Brenda. If we agree on this as a trial, then we'll be joining the four of them. Think it over. They're meeting at Gordie's tonight, and we've been invited to join them."
Anne lifted her glass to her lips and took a long drink. The feel of the liquor running down her throat helped to lessen the surprise a little, and she lifted her eyes until she was looking at him.
This was the point she had been pushing for. She had been crying for action for three months, and now he was giving it to her. The thought of being able to freely satisfy the sexual frustrations that the months of uncertainty had brought on excited her, and Jim's final interest in solving their problems one way or the other satisfied the gnawing hopelessness that had been eating at her. She drained her glass and set it down; then she let her eyes meet his again.
"It gives us a chance, doesn't it?" viii
Jim and Anne arrived shortly after Ken and Brenda. Gordie waved them inside with a grin. They stood in front of him, awkwardly staring over to where Sandy was talking to Ken and Brenda. Gordie stepped around them and moved into the center of the room.
"Okay, let's get this started properly. There's no sense in everybody sitting around looking embarrassed and stuttering like a bunch of idiots. We're all here for the same reason; let's get started by having a couple of good stiff drinks."
He turned and moved over to the bar; then, as he got behind it, he said, "I've decided to offer anybody who wants to take it enough Spanish Fly to turn the evening into a real wild one. Don't be afraid to take it if you want to; tonight's Saturday, so none of us have to go to work tomorrow, and you can all stay here for the night if you want. Anyway, there will be plenty of time to recuperate before Monday morning. I've mixed up the first batch, so let me know if any of you want to try a little fly."
His eyes moved around the room, stopping on Brenda first. She grinned and shook her head.
"No, thanks i want to be sure it's all my own doing tonight."
He moved his eyes to Ken, who shook his head, then to Anne The lush redhead paused for a second, then nodded.
"Yes. I'm afraid I'm a little new to this I can use all the help I can get."
Jim made a move to question her decision, then thought better of it. They had agreed to come in here and play it whatever way they wanted to, and he wasn't about to go back on that promise.
Gordie looked over at him, and he shook his head, indicating he wouldn't follow Anne's lead.
Gordie added the Spanish Fly to Anne's drink; then he carried them over and distributed them.
Ken looked at his glass, then over at Sandy. "Are you sure you haven't doctored all of them?"
Sandy chuckled huskily and shook her head. "No, but after last night, could you blame me if I did?"
They all laughed, and it eased the strained silence between them.
Gordie took a big slug of his drink, and then held his glass up.
"A toast, to what's ahead. Everybody, down the hatch."
They raised their glasses and drank them down, both Brenda and Anne having a little trouble but determined not to drop behind. Gordie got refills immediately, then moved back out into the center of the room.
"To start things off, we're going to split up. We've found from experience that this is the best way to introduce new swingers to the fun. They seem to get a little uptight about letting loose in front of their mates, so the first fun and games will take place privately with a partner chosen by chance."
He paused to be sure they were all in agreement, and when he got no argument, he went on.
"I have in my hand three slips of folded paper. Each has a room written on it-master bedroom, smaller bedroom, living room. Jim and Ken will get to pick one slip each and I get the last one this will be the room that each man stays in. In my left hand I have three similar slips, each with one of the guy's names on it. The girls will each choose one, and that will be their first partner for the night. If you get your own husband, we'll have to do it over again. Everybody got that?"
His captive audience nodded as a whole, and he grinned and stepped over to Jim. "Pick a room."
Jim pulled one of the pieces of paper out of Gordie's hand. He got the master bedroom. Ken followed suit and got the living room, and that left Gordie with the second bedroom.
The women were next. Brenda drew first, and she got Gordie's name. Anne went second and got Ken; that left Jim with Sandy. The sense of excitement had picked up in the room now that each knew his mate. Gordie chuckled as he noted how anxious, and yet hesitant, each of them was to begin.
He picked up his glass.
"I suggest we find our partners and retire to the rooms we've been allotted. Finish your drinks, and then you're on your own for a half an hour. The alarm on the bar will ring, and that's the signal to meet back here in the living room."
Gordie reached for Brenda's hand, then he turned and led her down the hallway toward the smaller of the two bedrooms. Jim looked over at Sandy, and she licked her lips and followed him down the hall to the master bedroom.
Anne looked over at Ken, and she could feel the warmth of anticipation building in her as she boldly ran her eyes over him. She was so big and virile-looking that she felt weak as she thought of what he was going to do to her.
Ken had been a little uneasy and hesitant about the whole thing, but the two quickly consumed drinks and the sight of Anne obviously ready and wanting him pushed any thought of embarrassment out of his mind.
His big cock began to grow, and Anne watched the front of his tight pants bulge out a very long way down the side of his leg. She let out a small gasp as she saw it; then she gave herself completely to the animal urges that filled her.
She reached for the buttons at the front of her blouse and opened them quickly; then she shrugged her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her eyes never left the massive protrusion in the front of his pants as she unhooked her skirt and unzipped it. Ken was moving now too, stripping away his shirt and opening his pants.
In seconds she stood before him, covered only by a brief bra, which barely concealed her big, proud breasts, and skimpy bikini panties. Ken kicked his pants aside, leaving only his shorts covering his massive erection. Anne whimpered at the sight of it and reached back to undo her bra. She let it drop, and the full, firm breasts popped free and jiggled tantalizingly in front of Ken's lust-filled eyes. The sight of her already eraser-hard nipples was enough to push his last defense down. He hauled his shorts down and off as she stripped away her panties.
They stood for a few seconds, looking at each other, aware of the intense heat that drew them together, appreciating the fine perfection of each other's body, and the obvious sensual potential each was offering; then they were in each other's arms, their hands moving, exploring, as their lips and tongues met.
Sandy released Jim, letting his lips leave hers. The passion in her kiss had driven him to a feverish pitch, and he was panting hard. She was so much woman, and so ready for him. His cock was hard and throbbing at the front of his pants. Sandy reached out for it and clutched it tightly. Jim groaned and stepped back, ripping at his clothes.
Sandy began to strip too, but he beat her; he stood before her, his massive stiff cock pulsing boldly from between his thighs as he watched her strip off her dress. The sight of her clothed only in bra and sheer panties was too much for him. It had been a long time, and he wanted her badly. He reached down and scooped her up into his arms, carried her over to the bed, and dropped her in the center.
He bent over her, letting his lips meet hers again. Sandy welcomed the feel of him, letting her arms go around him and pulling him down on top of her as her tongue broke through the barrier of his teeth and found his.
Just the feel of her against him caused Jim to shudder; and his cock exploded, spewing forth a volley of thick, hot cream against her belly. He opened his mouth to speak his embarrassment at his swift ejaculation, but Sandy shook her head.
"Never mind; I know it's been a long time. Relax. We've got all night."
Brenda was the aggressor, there was no doubt about that. The moment they'd got into the bedroom, she had stripped him and herself. Now, as her lips moved slowly down over his chest, leaving a moist trail through the thick mat of curly hair, Gordie groaned and closed his eyes.
"Oh baby . . . God, that feels good . . . ."
Her mouth was on his thigh now, moving slowly, letting his passion build to a feverish pitch. It was new to Brenda, giving a man pleasure, and she wanted to please him so badly.
Anne's flesh was burning when they parted, and she knew she had to have him quickly. She backed away from him until her legs came into contact with the couch, then she dropped back on it and stretched out, parting her thighs so he was given an unobstructed view of her open, flowing cunt. Ken let out a groan of need and dropped down between them, kneeling; then he reached for his big cock and guided it forward with his right hand, letting the throbbing, massive knob dip between her swollen, parted cunt-lips.
Anne let out a shrill cry of need and threw herself upward, and Ken let out a husky groan as it drove into her.
Anne had never felt anything like it; it was so huge. A stab of pain wracked her body as the massive knob tore into her, and she dropped back down a second before getting the courage to raise herself upward again. Ken waited patiently, amazed at how tight she was and sensing that he would have to forget his own consuming need for a few seconds until she was able to take him.
He began to work at her slowly, in short, powerful stabs inch by throbbing, massive inch, his thick prick disappeared into her. He bent his head and let his lips find her nipple, wanting to make it easier for her. He worked on it gently, sucking and lapping; and each stroke of his muscular hips drove another huge inch of meat into her.
Jim felt the need building in him again. It didn't take long for his body to feel the renewed desire for Sandy's lush flesh. He forgot his first swift ejaculation as he ran his eyes across her bra-covered breasts, the gentle curve of her belly, and the moist, swollen cunt-lips nestled hotly beneath her panties.
"Christ, baby, you're all woman."
Sandy was going wild at his touch. The feel of his cock, hard and throbbing against her belly, sent flashes of desire burning through her, and she began to move against him.
"Hurry . . . God, I want to feel you in me."
Jim moved his hands to the clasp of her bra as she arched herself upward off the bed, and he opened it and peeled the big cups off her proud, swollen-tipped breasts. He palmed one mound for a second, marveling at its fullness and firmness then he bent his head and sucked the other nipple into his mouth.
Sandy arched herself up even higher, and she shoved her fingertips into the waistband of her panties and started to push them off. Jim helped her, quickly removing the last bit of clothing separating them; then he arched his back slightly and let her guide his tjig cock toward her hot, burning cunt-lips.
The second she had it against the tender flesh of her hot box, she let out a cry of delight and threw herself upward to him. Jim groaned with pleasure and drove his thick cock into her hungry, dripping slit.
Gordie was burning with desire for her now. The feel of her lips and tongue teasing his thighs, coming so close to the heavy balls and massive thick shaft, drove him wild.
Finally he could stand it no longer. He sensed that she was going to go down on him, and he simply couldn't wait any longer.
"Suck it, baby . . . chew it off . . . just get it into your mouth before i blow my load . . . ."
Brenda didn't have to be asked twice. She reached for the massive organ with her right hand, clutching it firmly at the base then she bent her head and let her lips touch the thick head in the brushing kiss.
Gordie's hips shot upward of their own volition, and he unleashed a husky groan of pleasure.
"That's it, baby, that's it."
Brenda's tongue surged into the big slit in its tip; and then she sucked the big knob into her mouth and began to polish the entire moist, heart-shaped head slowly, savoring the taste and feel of it.
Gordie groaned with delight and reached for her head. He showed her how to rotate it as he slowly lifted and lowered his hips, shoving the massive shaft in and out of the lush, hot chasm formed by her eager lips.
Ken moved his mouth from her breast and clamped his lips on her as he felt more and more of his cock slipping into her deliciously tight cunt. It had been a long time since he'd had a broad this tight, and he was loving every long, slow stroke.
Anne was whimpering with pleasure. She moved her hands to his buttocks, cupping the muscular flesh and pulling him farther into her. She had never felt anything so big; it felt as though she would burst. She didn't think she could get any more into her, but each stroke brought that wonderful, throbbing knob further into her cunt.
It took him a long time, but finally Ken felt his balls slap against her ass, and he knew he was completely buried in her. He stayed there for a few seconds, letting her marvel at the feel of him, and thrilling to the tightness of the clutching flesh that surrounded his burning cock. Then Anne began to move below him, circling her hips. He reached down for her buttocks and cupped the dimpled hillocks tightly in his hands as he showed her the rhythm he wanted.
He plunged in and out of her, using long, powerful strokes, his big knob hitting her from a different angle each time. Anne lost herself to it, to the wonder of his big knob sliding in and out, the feel of his massive shaft slipping back and forth against her stiff, burning clitoris.
Sandy and Jim had become one, a well-oiled sex machine moving in perfect unison with each other.
She was wild below him, twisting, rotating her hips with each stroke that he shoved into her. He worked slowly, conscious of the fact that he wanted to feel her go before he poured his seed into her. She sucked his big shaft in and out eagerly.
Her cries of delight grew louder, and Jim began to pant from the exertion and from the anticipated pleasure of release, and he steadily drove her higher toward the peak of release.
Brenda's hands cupped and stroked Gordie's balls as she began to blow him in earnest. It was a new act for her, and she was inexperienced in what he wanted, but she was learning fast. Now she was sucking on him with such a vengeance that he barely had to lift his hips to shove his cock back into her mouth.
It was good for him to know that this was not something she did often; her mouth felt so good surrounding his stroking cock.
Anne's body slammed upward, and Ken felt her buttocks clench in his hands as she ground herself against him, sucking more of his cock inside than either of them had thought possible. Her cries of pure animal delight filled the air around them. As she shuddered through her crisis, Ken groaned huskily, and the massive head of his embedded cock jerked and spewed forth a stream of thick, creamy warmth. It was followed by another and another, each molten gush spurting into the very depths of Anne's body.
Anne's own pleasure doubled . . . tripled . . . quadrupled with each gush of hot sperm; months of frustration were wiped out at the feel of his heavy balls emptying into her.
Sandy shuddered and gasped as the first burning waves of pleasure ripped through her body. That instant Jim exploded, unable to hold back any longer.
His thick cock quivered, and he drove the big knob completely into her as the first gushing flow of hot, creamy love juice shot forth from him and slammed into her, and Sandy's cries of delight mingled with his gratified groan of completion.
Gordie let out a husky moan, and his body shook as the first volley of molten fluid spurted forth from the tip of her jerking cock and gushed into Brenda's mouth. She let out a moistly muffled moan of surprise and delight at the feel of it; and she sucked with all her might on his quivering shaft, draining the big, tender spheres that she massaged in her hands.
Ken finally managed to force his breathing back to normal as he lay stretched out on his back beside Anne's still panting form. He couldn't remember when he had enjoyed making love more. The feel of her, so tight, so eager . . . it was fabulous. He felt warm and contented all over; yet still he knew that he had lost none of his love for Brenda. This was different, strangely satisfying . . .
Anne shifted slightly beside him, nuzzling closer to his muscular frame. She had never dreamed anything could be like it. He was so big, and even now she couldn't keep her eyes off the huge, lax organ that hung between his legs.
It was so different from what she and Jim had had before they ran into trouble-not better, but yet so different. There was no emotional attraction, just a raw, animal lust that had to be sated. It. was good she had loved every second of it.
She raised herself slowly to a sitting position and looked down at him, the gratitude showing in her eyes.
"I have to use the bathroom. From what I've heard, this starts things working."
Ken nodded and grinned.
"When you come out of there, you're going to want to screw yourself to death. Don't forget where I am."
Jim reveled in the feel of Sandy's lips moving over his body. God, it had been good to go in her; it had been so long for him, and she was so alive and wanting it so badly. He wondered what Anne was doing, how she had made out; he hoped that she had been as completely satisfied as he had.
He could see things so much more clearly now it was easier to put things into their proper perspective. He was anxious to get her alone and tell her how he felt, but he knew it would have to wait. The night was young, and there were a hundred more wonderful things to discover. He sensed it would be the last night for he and Anne, for if she felt as he did now, they wouldn't need another one. They wouldn't have time they'd be too busy making love.
Sandy's mouth was on his thighs now. It was moving toward the tip of his semi-erect cock. God, did that feel good.
Gordie held Brenda close to him as his lips moved over her breasts and down over the firm curve of her belly. His tongue moved in her navel for a second, thrilling to the feel of her reacting below him; then he began to move lower.
He kissed the matted damp hair over her cunt and let his tongue probe inside, slowly, deliciously tormenting her and bringing moans of delight from between her tightly clenched teeth.
She was a beautiful woman in every way, and the thought of her remaining frigid and a stranger to the wonders of sexual fulfillment was horrible. He was glad to have been part of what it had taken to bring her around, and he fully intended to see to it that her education in thi finer points of lovemaking was complete. He wanted badly to eat her, to show her the wonders of unselfish lovemaking just as she had shown him.
The sound of the ringing alarm came to them as though from miles away, and he reluctantly let his tongue slip free of her clitoris as he lifted his head.
"Can't break the rules I set them myself. But before the night's through, you've got to let me repay you."
IX
There was no embarrassment now as they returned to the living room, each nude and showing the traces of their lovemaking by the warm glow of their flesh and their satisfaction-clouded eyes.
Gordie grinned as he moved back into the center of the room. He looked around and noted Anne's absence. He turned to Ken.
"Where's Anne?"
The other man grinned.
"In the can."
Anne walked into the room. She stood in the doorway, her thighs spread and her hands cupping her own hard-tipped breasts.
Gordie's grin broadened. "Men, I think we're being called on."
He looked over at Anne.
"How about it, baby? Think you can handle all three of us?"
Anne whimpered with need.
"Yes . . . oh, God, yes . . . I want to feel cocks everywhere . . . ."
Ken moved first, completely entranced at the sight of her raw desire. He covered the distance between them in three big steps, then hauled her down onto the floor and dropped on her. He groaned as he felt the hot tips of her eraser-hard nipples digging into his chest, and she began to move against him instantly. His huge cock was trapped between their striving bodies as she moved, he groaned and let his tongue surge into her mouth.
Her fingernails raked over him, and she pushed him over onto his back. In seconds she had mounted him, and was sucking his big, throbbing cock into her flowing slit.
Gordie watched in fascination, his eyes moving over her hot, dimpled ass poised in front of him. He looked over at Sandy.
"Get the Vaseline."
Sandy moved on a dead run, and Gordie's eyes went back to that beautiful little ass. He was dying to get his cock into it, and he was hard and throbbing by the time Sandy got back.
He took the jar from her and unscrewed it impatiently; then he stuck his fingers into it and began to spread it over his burning cock as he moved across the room toward Anne and Ken.
He dropped to his knees behind her between Ken's spread ' legs. He reached up and parted her cheeks. The others stood watching, their bodies completely afire at the scene as Gordie grasped his big cock at the base and began to slowly drive it into the tight little hole nestled between Anne's buttocks.
Both Anne and Ken reacted to the feel of Gordie's cock slipping into her. Ken groaned with pleasure at the feel of the other hard, throbbing prick moving against his own thrusting rod, separated by a thin membrane. Anne was in absolute ecstasy at the feel of the two cocks sinking into her, Her cries of animal delight filled the room.
Jim moved over closer to them, conscious of the complete lack of jealousy he felt, and aware of the intense desire the scene was causing in him. He stood just to one side of Anne, watching her face as it twisted with lust. Anne opened her eyes, took one look at Jim's hard cock, and begged for it.
"In my mouth . . . God, I want it . . . I want to feel one everywhere . . . ."
Jim moved instantly, dropping to his knees, straddling her head and shoving his thick knob into her waiting mouth.
Sandy was beside herself with need as she watched them. She spun around and reached for Brenda. They melted into each other's arms and dropped to the floor locked together in a broiling embrace. Their lips met . . . their tongues met . . . their nipples met . . . the wiry, damp hair of their cunts met . . .
Their bodies flashed in the light as they ground together, the thin coat of perspiration covering them glistening brightly. They spun around into a sixty-nine position; and their tongues slipped forth eagerly, lapping at the honey-filled wells that cried out for attention.
The feel of Anne's tight ass thrilled Gordie beyond belief, and the sight and feel of the others pouring it to her increased his pleasure. He held back as long as he could, but finally he let out a deep grunt of satisfaction and let go. His burning semen gushed forth into Anne's bowels.
Ken groaned as he felt it spurting into her. His own cock jerked, and she dropped down onto it, sucking it completely inside as she felt him blowing his load in her.
Anne climaxed at the feel of both spewing cocks, and her teeth clamped down on Jim's stroking cock. The feel of it was enough to push him over the top; and he erupted, pouring forth his seed into her willing mouth.
The four of them twisted and rolled together for what seemed an eternity until each was completely exhausted and depleted then they parted and dropped down onto the thickly carpeted floor.
As they fought to regain their breathing, their eyes settled on the two women busily sucking and lapping at each other a few feet away.
It was impossible to see where they were joined; they appeared to be one sweat-covered, snakelike animal rutting and moaning in unison. It was wild, completely uninhibited, raw, and watching it was almost as good as being a part of it.
They kept it up for a full ten minutes before they seemed to explode together, their bodies jerking and shuddering with satisfaction as their muffled cries of ecstatic release rocketed off the walls of the room; then they were finished and lying on the rug, panting and fighting for breath.
All but one was willing to rest for a short time at least, but Anne was incapable of stopping. Now, as she lay exhausted on the floor, she was fingering herself frantically.
Gordie pulled himself to his feet and looked down at her.
"I don't know about the rest of you, but I think we should take a short break. I'll set up the projector and run a couple of movies that'll give us time to recuperate. In the meantime, the three of us can take turns fucking Anne so she can stand the wait."
He looked at Ken and Jim, and noted Ken's still erect cock.
"You'd better take the first turn, Ken; you seem up to it.
Ken grinned and grasped his massive pole proudly. "With pleasure."
He moved across to where Anne was lying and brushed her hand away gently, then worked his cock into her and began to fuck her with long slow strokes of his huge organ.
Gordie watched the action for a second, then left the room. The others managed to drag themselves into chairs that Sandy indicated, and in a few minutes Gordie returned and began to set up the screen and projector.
The thought of watching movies excited them all a little, and they waited eagerly for Gordie to get things ready.
He moved quickly, conscious of the fact that the others were eager. He paused only once, to tell Sandy to start pouring liquids into Anne to lessen her uncontrollable desire.
Sandy had just returned with a good-sized drink for Anne when Ken blew his load in her, and she rocked through another climax. Ken finished in her and pulled out; then Sandy got her to drink while Jim moved up to take up the spot Ken had vacated.
Anne welcomed him eagerly, and he drove his thick cock into her fully on the first long, powerful stroke.
Gordie flicked the switch on the projector and moved across the room to the light switch. The room dropped into darkness for a split second, then flooded with the light from the screen as the color film began. It went into action almost immediately, a big Negro dominating the center of the screen as he proceeded to make use of his massive cock, satisfying first one stacked blonde and then another, and finally giving it to both of them intermittently, shifting from one to the other as they lay spread-eagled in the center of a big, satin-sheeted bed.
A deep groan filled the room as Jim spewed forth his hot love juice into Anne's twisting body. The thick, creamy semen flowed down the inside of Anne's thighs and oozed free around Jim's deeply buried cock. Jim pulled himself free and stood up as Sandy crossed the semi-dark room and tried to get Anne to drink again.
The redhead sat up and shook her head, giggling drunkenly.
"No more.. . hell, I don't want to stop; this is wonderful."
Sandy shrugged and set the glass down on the table beside her. Anne reached for the. brunette's leg and grasped it firmly.
"I want you. Let's make love. God, how I want to feel your tongue in me . . . ."
Sandy turned her head slightly, looking over at the others. They were all completely engrossed in the film. She looked down at Anne and smiled.
"Sure, honey. Both of us could use a shower."
She reached down for Anne's hand, then pulled her to her feet and led her down the hallway to the bathroom.
Gordie looked away from the film and watched them disappear. He didn't like the idea of Sandy disappearing with Anne he didn't like any special alliances during a swinging party. He'd learned a long time ago that it only led to jealousies among the different mates, and he couldn't understand Sandy doing it. She too was conscious of what this type of a setup could lead to.
He was about to get up and follow them when Brenda, who was sitting beside him, reached over and grasped his hard prick.
"Oh . . . I've never seen anything like this before. God, how I'd like to have a cock like that in me."
She clutched Gordie's cock passionately, and he forgot his own thoughts as need welled up in him. He stifled a small moan, attesting to the desire that surged through his body. A shimmering sheen covered Brenda's lush, flaming body. His eyes devoured her firm, hard-tipped breasts as his nostrils filled with the musky smell of her need.
His eyes were clouded with lust as he cupped her head gently; then he drew her into his lap and let his lips find hers. It was a long, passionate kiss when they came up for air, his big tool throbbed eagerly in her hands.
Gordie shifted her slightly, then began to push her head downward. Brenda accepted his invitation, allowing her glowing blonde tresses to move tantalizingly down across his chest, over his rock-hard belly.
The sight of his stiff cock excited her, and one look at the bulbous knob, pulsing hotly, was enough to make up her mind.
She moaned huskily and moved down off him until she was kneeling between his legs; then she held his massive staff motionless as she moved her mouth to it and opened her lips to welcome the swollen head.
A low-pitched groan of pleasure filled the room, and it was that lust-filled sound that drew Jim's attention from the screen. He looked over at Brenda, who by now had somehow managed to suck most of Gordie's big organ into her mouth and was happily sucking and lapping at it. The wound of her powerful suction filled his ears as he watched her let the big cock slip almost free of her lips, then suck it back inside again.
The combination of watching the movie and now seeing this completely raw, sensual act sent a surging flame of renewed vigor through him. His eyes swept over Brenda's perspiration-covered form, noting with relish the movement of her firm buttocks in the shimmering light given off from the screen.
His cock shivered slightly as he watched those quivering hillocks; then he moved up off the couch and crossed over behind them. He dropped to his knees behind her, grasped her hips with his palms, and shifted forward.
Brenda shivered with delight as she felt his hands on her and she increased the tempo of her bobbing head as she felt Jim's cock slipping between her thighs, resting for a split second, then driving forth into her flowing slit.
Ken stood behind them, to one side. He watched silently as his wife began to go wild with the exquisite delight that wracked her body. Mixed feelings filled him. The sight of her indulging in an uninhibited sexual scene with his two friends was stimulating to him in a purely sensual way, and he couldn't stop the biological reaction that it caused in him.
His massive cock quivered and began to grow, the hot blood rushing into it and causing it to stiffen and throb. But there was another feeling, one of hopelessness, of wondering, maybe even of jealousy.
That was his wife down there, a cock in her mouth, a cock rooting forcefully into the tender slit between her legs. The more he watched it, the more confused his own thoughts became. He sensed that he did not want to face them now he didn't want to think, to moralize or to justify . . . not now . . .
He was conscious of a movement to his right; and he turned his head in time to see Sandy and Anne run out of the bathroom doorway and start down the hallway to the bedroom, their bodies glistening in the soft light given off by the movie, still wet from their shower.
He was uncomfortably aware of his throbbing hard-on; without further thought, he began to walk toward the hall.
Sandy and Anne had spent a scant ten minutes in the shower, but it had been plenty of time for both of them to work up to a feverish pitch. They had caressed, lathered and kneaded each other's flesh, then moved under the stinging hot spray to wash away the soap. Their mutual need had been so great that they hadn't taken the time to dry before heading for the nearest bed.
Sandy's arms wrapped around the lush redhead and dragged her down onto the bed. She ground her lips down against Anne's, and Anne held nothing back, returning the kiss with the raw animal lust that it was given. Their tongues met and intertwined as they began to taste the sweetness of each other. Their bodies trembled with need as they molded together.
Hot, pulsing, stiff nipples met.
Passion-enflamed hips ground together.
Damp, curly, dark curls melted with glistening, wiry red and became one as their cunts met and thrilled to the feel of hot flesh.
Neither was conscious of Ken's entry into the room; neither cared.
Sandy's hands were moving now, eagerly exploring Anne's lush body. The gentle, yet urgent fingers circling, caressing enflamed Anne more than she had ever known; and she gurgled with need.
Sandy worked the compact redhead over onto her back and then lifted her lips from Anne's sensuous mouth. Their gazes met for a brief, passion-clouded second then Sandy took the initiative.
Her mouth trailed a line of hot kisses down over Anne's neck, across first one full, firm breast, and then the other.
She teased the pulsating, swollen nipples, tasting their honey sweetness, tonguing them, teasing them.
Ken stood watching them, his legs growing weak. He had fully intended to join them there on the bed, to plunge his cock into first one, and then the other; but the sight of them locked together in a rare, animal-like ritual was too much for him. He was hypnotized by the sight of them, by the smell of their all-consuming need, the musky, lusty aura that surrounded them.
He was mesmerized by it, unable to move. He reached for his massive cock and began to stroke it back and forth slowly as he watched their lovemaking.
Anne began to shake with anticipation as she felt Sandy's mouth moving lower. Their was no rush, no hurry, in the brunette's movements now that she knew she had victory in sight; the very feel of the slowly moving mouth, the darting tongue fired Anne upward toward the summit of sensual delight.
She moaned, whimpered, thrashed her hot body against Sandy.
"Oh, God . . . yes . . . do it . . . yes . . . ."
Sandy's mouth was there now, touching the fiery patch of damp curls above Anne's tight, but ready slit. The feel of it sent Anne reeling upward, and she almost fainted from the lust that filled her.
Sandy shivered at the sight of that hot little hole. Her tongue slipped out from between her lips and probed into it. She tasted its sweetness, lapped at the flowing juices of desire, teased the stiff clitoris, probed, explored . . .
Anne's cries of pleasure rang through Ken's ears. His hand was moving faster now, back and forth on his huge cock. He had never seen anything like it before it was almost too exciting to believe.
The scene on the screen faded, and there was a brief flash of flickering light as the end of the film ran through the projector and then the flickering sound of the full reel as it spun around.
Gordie yanked Brenda's head down as his cock exploded, sending a burning flood of love juice spurting into her mouth. She half-choked on it and began to swallow frantically as she drained him.
Jim could feel the increased excitement telegraphed through her body, and he drove his cock further and further into her as he sped up the rhythm. He felt the end nearing, and he loosed a low, husky groan as he opened the floodgates and let his boiling seed gush forth into her.
Brenda's body shook from the tip of her toes to the shimmering tresses of her long, blonde hair. She erupted inside, and the blissful ecstatic pleasure of release coursed through her.
Jim pulled back out of her and dropped back onto his haunches. His muscular chest heaved as he fought for breath and control over his body. Brenda reluctantly relinquished Gordie's semi-erect organ and half-dragged herself up onto the couch beside him. Gordie hauled himself up off the couch and moved over to the projector. He shut it off, then made his way over to the light switch and flipped it on.
The room filled with the soft glow from the single lamp as he made his way back over to the couch and sat down.
His need satisfied, he was once again conscious that Sandy had led Anne off. He was about to get up when he realized that Ken was no longer in the room either. For a split second he was still going to satisfy himself that Anne and Sandy weren't alone then he shrugged and gave into the blissful exhaustion that flooded him. He settled back against the couch and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the table beside him.
Sandy moved on the bed, shifting into a sixty-nine position. There was no hesitation on Anne's part to accept the open invitation. She reached up and grasped Sandy's firm buttocks, then pulled downward, bringing the dripping lips of Sandy's open slit to her willing mouth.
Ken felt the burning excitement that filled his body increase as he watched them, and he sucked in a gasp of air as they began to eat each other in earnest.
They were both hot from the warm-up, and it didn't take long for them to culminate the burning desire that ripped through them.
Anne let out a muffled shriek of delight, and her body jackknifed up off the bed as she shuddered through her climax. Sandy followed almost instantly, quivering with delight as she shot over the tip. They rocked a twisted together for what seemed like hours, completely sating each other.
It was too much for Ken; he could no longer be satisfied with just watching them. He moved toward the bed, still clutching his throbbing cock tightly.
He pushed Sandy off Anne none too gently and dropped down onto the lush redhead, guiding his cock into her open, tender cunt. His hips shot forward. Anne's eyes bulged, and she let out a shrill cry of surprise and pain at the feel of the big organ invading her.
The cry died in her throat as Ken began to hammer his huge pole into her. The feel of it was tremendous, and instantly Anne changed, welcoming him. Her hands cupped his buttocks as she arched herself upward in five strokes she was talking all of his big cock into her tight, burning box.
Sandy watched them for a few seconds, her mind still clouded with the warmth that accompanied the afterglow of their lovemaking; but it wasn't long before she was eager to join them. In seconds she was straddling Anne's face, grinding her hot cunt downward. Anne eagerly let her tongue sink into that well of flowing sweet juices. She sucked, and she nibbled, and Sandy went wild.
Gordie was conscious of the fact that something was bothering Jim. He couldn't place it at first, but Jim was having trouble keeping himself interested in the conversation, and Gordie hadn't missed his friend's anxious looks toward the hallway.
If there was anything that Gordie didn't want, it was some kind of trouble as a result of the session-not only because of the complications, but because these people weren't like others he had swung with; they were his friends.
He searched his mind for some way to lessen Jim's uneasiness; but before he could act, Jim stood up and started toward the hall. Gordie opened his mouth to speak, but he had no way of knowing exactly what Jim was upset about. He couldn't fight something he wasn't even sure existed.
He stood up.
Brenda lifted her head from where she had been resting it.
"Hey, where's everybody going?"
Gordie ignored her. He started down the hallway behind Jim.
Anne threw herself into giving pleasure to both of them. The feel of the two of them using her excited her beyond belief. She lapped eagerly at Sandy's slit as she accepted Ken's hammering thrusts and rotated against his muscular form.
When Jim walked into the room, he saw Ken's buttocks tighten, and knew that the big man was approaching his climax before he heard the deep, husky groan that left his lips. The sight of Anne spread-eagled on the bed, her face buried in Sandy's crotch, her body welcoming the spurting seed of another man, somehow tipped the scales; he knew he'd had enough.
He was still frozen to the same spot when Gordie came up behind him. Gordie paused once again, looking for the right words. Jim sensed Gordie's presence, and he turned to face his friend. Their eyes met, and Gordie could see the hopelessness and unhappiness registered in his friend's expression.
He looked past Jim to the scene on the bed, and deep inside he understood. He had always been sure that Jim simply wasn't the type of guy to handle this thing, and now he knew his suspicions had been correct.
The threesome on the bed broke up, and Jim walked over to the edge and reached down for Anne's hand. He pulled her up into a sitting position.
"C'mon, honey; we're going home."
Anne was still lost in the exquisite pleasure she had just received, and she half-mumbled something to him. Jim repeated his statement, this time pulling her to her feet. Sandy was instantly aware of the tension in the room. She could see the session breaking up, and she didn't like it one bit.
"Hey, what's going on?"
Gordie looked over at her. He felt anger building in him. Sandy had been screwing up everything for some time, and he was fed up with her meddling. He gave her one of the coldest looks she'd ever seen.
"Shut up, Sandy. Take Ken into one of the other rooms."
Sandy had no intention of going anywhere, but by this time Ken had sensed what was happening, and he reached for her hand and dragged her off the bed. Sandy opened her mouth to resist, but the feel of his powerful hand on her wrist changed her mind. She got off the bed and followed him to the door. Gordie stood aside and let them pass; then he kicked the door closed behind him.
"I'll get your clothes."
He half-turned toward the door, then looked back at Jim.
"Look, I'm sorry. I told you . . . ."
Jim closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath.
"Let's not talk about it now. I'd appreciate it if you did get our stuff."
Gordie hesitated for a split second, wanting to say something; then he opened the door and left.
The moment Sandy and Ken were in the hallway, Sandy decided that if she wanted to salvage any part of the night, she'd have to do it now. She threw her arms around Ken's neck and hauled his mouth down to hers and ground her hips forward, pressing her slightly rounded belly against the front of his body.
Ken gave no reaction for a few seconds; then he slowly moved his hands up and pulled her arms free. He pushed back gently, then shook his head.
"The fun's over, baby . . . at least for tonight . . . " Sandy didn't like being rejected. The smile faded from her face. Ken saw something in her eyes he'd never seen before-raw hate. It came bubbling forward before Sandy had time to stop it.
"You bastard! You're just like Gordie. Just because that sniveling bastard in there wants to quit, you agree."
Her anger increased, and Ken's mouth opened slightly in amazement as her frustration spilled out.
"You're always so worried about each other. I wonder if you're married to women or to each other. The three musketeers! I'm so fucking fed up with it; you must all be queer for each other. Is that it?"
Ken felt his hair bristling slightly on the back of his neck. He'd heard this type of talk before, when he and Gordie and Jim had been so close in college. Normally he would have answered it one way, with a well-aimed fist; but after all, this was Gordie's wife.
Sandy's anger was near the bursting point now. Her face was livid, and she couldn't hold back the flood she'd been keeping down.
"Is that it? You're so tied up with reaming each other that you have no time for us."
Ken reached out, fighting his anger down. He grasped her firmly by the shoulders and shoved her against the wall. "Listen, you bitch, we've got something you'd never understand-friendship. You have to have feelings to know what it is, baby, so there's no sense in me trying to explain it to you; you're nothing but a hunk of granite."
He released her and walked down the hallway to the living room. Brenda got up off the couch, swayed drunkenly, and moved toward him. His features softened slightly, and he bent to pick up the clothing that was spread around the room.
Gordie closed the door behind them as he left. As he turned around, Sandy threw her glass against the bar, shattering it. He stood for a second looking at her in disbelief; then he glanced down at the glass spread on the carpet.
"What the hell was that for?"
Sandy's eyes were flashing when she looked over at him.
"For you, you rotten bastard . . . you and Ken and Jim. I've had it. I'm sick and tired of playing second fiddle to your queer friends."
She turned and walked out of the room. Gordie stood frozen to the carpet, staring blankly after her. He heard the bathroom door slam and the lock click into place; then he moved across to the bar and started picking up the pieces of glass.
The whole thing had taken him completely by surprise. He had been so concerned about Jim that he hadn't even noticed Sandy's quaking anger after Ken's comments to her in the hallway.
Jim opened the door to their apartment and reached in to flip on the light; then he stepped back and let Anne walk inside. She turned and waited for him to close the door behind them; then she spoke.
"What the hell is this all about?"
Jim flushed slightly. He was a little ashamed of the way he had suddenly pulled the plug, yet he was certain he had done the right thing, the only thing he could have done. He worked it through his mind, searching for the right way to explain it to her. Fighting for a little time, he started across toward the small portable bar.
"You want a drink?"
Anne's eyes followed him, but she made no move.
"You haven't answered my question."
Jim reached for a glass and poured himself a stiff drink. He raised the glass to his lips and drank deeply; then he turned to face her.
"We're both tired tonight. Maybe we should sleep on it before-"
"Tired, bull," Anne cut in. Her voice was deeper than usual, and he could tell she had no intention of letting the subject drop. He tried to speak, but nothing came. Anne stared at him for a second; then she dropped her purse beside the couch and sat down.
"Maybe you were tired, but I sure as hell wasn't. I was having the time of my life down there. For the first time, I was really enjoying myself, and you come along and drag me home. Why?"
Jim took another drink and looked over at her.
"I don't know for sure. I guess it was seeing you with Ken . . . "
He paused for a second, then continued. "And Sandy. It just wasn't right, somehow." Anne shook her head.
"Right? Hell, I was living, after months of dying. It was wonderful. I could have gone on like that for days."
Jim shook his head. "I couldn't. Seeing you like that . . . we don't belong in that kind of thing, honey."
Anne bent her head back and laughed.
"Maybe you don't, but I sure as hell do. It was fabulous."
Jim shivered at the sound of her mocking laughter and her words. He knew he would have to say something that would show her just how important this was to him.
He walked across to the couch and sat down beside her.
"You've always said that you thought I married you out of pity, just because I got you pregnant. Well, to be honest, I wondered about it myself."
She had stopped laughing now, and he was conscious of the fact that he held her attention.
"Oh, not at first . . . not until you kept saying it over and over. It wasn't until tonight that I knew for sure."
He turned until he was facing her.
"I married you because I loved you, baby, and I haven't changed. I want us to have a good marriage, and I saw tonight just how close we've come to throwing that away."
Anne's voice softened slightly when she spoke.
"It's too late."
Jim stared at her for a few seconds, searching for the meaning in her words, waiting for her to finish. Anne shrugged.
"It's too late. I could never go back to what we had, not now, not after having what I had tonight. I came alive . . . " Her eyes were on his face.
"You don't understand, do you? You've never really understood me."
Jim leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes. "I want to understand."
Anne got up and crossed over to the bar. She poured herself a drink and then lit a cigarette.
"I always accused you of marrying me because of the baby, and it wasn't until tonight that I realized how wrong I was. It's the other way around. I married you because of the baby. I told myself I loved you and wanted you; but in reality I was just plain scared, afraid to face the world with a fatherless baby. I didn't love you then, and I don't love you now . . . not the kind of love it takes to make a marriage."
Jim had been aware of these facts in the back of his mind for some time, but he had never allowed himself to think about them. He had realized them shortly after their marriage. Anne was young, and had lived a fairly sheltered life before their meeting. She had been immature, and he had taken youthful passion and vigor to mean love. It hadn't taken him long to realize that she really didn't hold any true feeling for him.
He lifted his drink and finished it, then got up and crossed over to the bar for a refill.
"You know, it's funny . . . all this time you've been accusing me of not loving you, and really you were just hiding your own inability to love me. I thought this swapping would be the answer, separating sex from love to show you what we really had for each other; but it backfired."
He glanced over at her.
"That's all we have, honey-sex. I love you, but all you wanted from me was sex, hardly something that makes a marriage."
Anne made no attempt to deny his words. He looked at her for a second and felt the hopelessness and fear move through him. He loved this woman, more than he'd ever realized; it sickened and weakened him to admit that she didn't love him.
He lifted the drink to his lips and emptied it; then he turned and walked across the room.
"I can't talk any more tonight. I'm going to bed."
Anne watched him go. She could feel the hurt in him. She sincerely wished that she could deny what he had said, that she could go with him now and blot out all the frustration and hopelessness. Instead she was conscious of the need that still burned through her young body.
She had discovered the wonders of sexual pleasure tonight; she wanted more, much more . . .
Brenda leaned against the wall of the shower stall. Ken supported her as he washed her, and she was silent with the exception of the odd giggle. She wasn't drunk, but she was well on the way.
The way she accepted showering with him pleased him. A week ago she would have been completely against anything like it. He was enjoying her newfound sexual uninhibitedness as much as she was, and yet he wanted to caution her about going too fast in her zeal to try everything once.
Tonight wasn't the night for talk. Brenda was past the point of carrying on an intelligent conversation, but she was far from finished sexually. She had his cock now clasped firmly in both hands, and she was stroking back and forth.
The big organ throbbed in her grasp, and Ken grinned and reached for the shower taps.
"Okay, baby, I'm game; let's fuck 'til dawn."
She giggled and dropped down in front of him, sucking his cock into her mouth. She held it there for a few seconds, then let it slip free and stood up smiling.
"Let's do everything . . . ."
Gordie stood across the hall, staring blankly at the bathroom door. He had fully intended to go inside and make an attempt to find out what was eating Sandy, but the more he thought about it, the more hesitant he became.
Obviously the evening had brought something to a head for Sandy, something bigger than he had originally figured it to be. He had done his share of drinking during the night, and so had she; this was no time to sort things out between them. Besides, he had enough on his mind after seeing just how hard Jim had been hit by the evening of free love.
One thing he was sure of; a lot had happened in the past few hours, and it wasn't going to be any easy job straightening it out.
They were all keyed up, and the best thing he could do would be to let it drop until morning.
Anne emptied her third glass and shifted uneasily on the couch. She felt older, a hell of a lot older; yet she sensed that she had just come to grips with life and really found out what it was all about.
Her situation with Jim had changed. Obviously she no longer doubted where she stood with him. Yet with that realization was the awareness that there was more to her life than she had ever realized before, she had also sensed that she couldn't simply forget what she had with him. Her sudden maturity also brought with it a sense of responsibility, and she knew that she owed him more than she had been giving him.
It was simple enough. She had to decide to keep him and make the most of it, or she had to break off completely with him. Holding him to a half marriage was neither fair to him or to herself. Either she broke clean with the new and wonderful world of sensual delights, or she broke clean with Jim.
Without her newfound maturity, the decision would have been easy; but with it, it was far from simple. It was a decision that had to be made quickly, though, for dragging it out would only hurt Jim, and she didn't want that.
Brenda heaved herself up off the bed. Ken had finished in her twice, yet he felt the pressure of need that filled her, and he wanted to have her again as much as she wanted to have him.
He slipped his right hand down between their bodies as he shifted above her, and then he bent and let his lips meet hers. The feel of her big breasts digging into his chest spurred him on, and he let his hand find the open flowing slit of her cunt. He shoved one finger inside and began to move it slowly.
Brenda let out a shrill cry of delight at the feel of the probing finger, and her body flooded with the desire that she had so recently become a slave to. Her tongue surged out to meet his, and her hips lifted up off the big bed as she strove to bury his stroking finger even deeper into her hot, clutching box.
Ken began to finger her faster. Brenda came alive below him, twisting her hips and rotating her lower body against his hand. He lifted his mouth from hers and eagerly moved it to her breast, sucking the nipple inside and beginning to polish and nibble it.
Brenda sensed what he was going to do; and she shivered with expectation and threw her head back, burying it in the pillow.
"Oh, God, yes . . . eat me . . . ."
Ken lifted his lips from her breast and moved his head downward. His mouth found the inside of her thigh and paused to taste and tease the firm, milky white flesh; then he moved it upward and covered her open, flowing hot cunt.
Brenda let out a husky moan of pleasure and lifted herself upward to him as her hands found the sides of his head and pulled his hungry mouth against her crotch.
"Oh, Ken . . . it feels so good . . . ."
Ken's tongue snaked out between his lips and dove into her box.
He tasted, teased, explored, tantalized.
The feel of it drove Brenda wild. The moment his tongue found and began to pay homage to her clitoris, she shot over the top.
He stayed with her until she had stopped moving; then he slowly shifted himself until he was straddling her. Brenda accepted the sixty-nine position readily.
"Yes, Ken . . . I want to have you in my mouth . . . God, how I want to taste it . . . "
She reached up with her hands and cupped his buttocks in her palms; then she hauled him down to her waiting mouth.
Their rhythm picked up speed, and there was no turning back now. He drove his big cock in and out of her slowly, all the while loving her clitoris with his tongue. Her tongue played over his big knob on each stroke, and finally he could hold back no longer. He drove his thick shaft as far into her mouth as he could, and the feel of it was enough to push Brenda over the top.
The explosion shooting through her body telegraphed to him. As she sucked passionately on his jerking cock, she jacknifed upward and shuddered with delight.
He emptied his balls in her with slow, powerful strokes. She took it all eagerly as he drove her completely wild with his tongue. It was complete, and they melted into one being; then they dropped to the bed and slowly gave themselves up to blissful sleep.
Jim tossed and turned restlessly. It had been over an hour since he'd gone to bed, and he had been hoping that Anne would join him. There was so much more that he wanted to say to her, and yet he was far from sure if it would make any sense. He knew one thing for sure. He loved and wanted her. He wanted his marriage to work more than anything else in the world.
The thing that frightened him most was that he was certain she no longer wanted it. He felt hopeless, useless as a man; he was more afraid of facing her than he was of losing her. He forced himself to turn over onto his side, and prayed for sleep so that he could avoid talking to her now, half-hoping that by tomorrow she would have relented in her feelings and be prepared to make another try at saving what they had.
Gordie set the phone down in its cradle and leaned back against the pillow he had propped up against the headboard behind him. He sucked in a lungful of smoke and exhaled it; then he closed his eyes.
Sandy shifted restlessly beside him. She had studiously resisted any attempt on his part at conversation during the few minutes they had been awake, but now, after the phone call Gordie had taken, her curiosity got the better of her. From what she had been able to hear, she had realized that it was Jim on the other end of the line, and that he was upset; but she had no idea exactly what it was that was bothering him.
Gordie finished his cigarette, then climbed out of bed and began to dress. Sandy watched him, her curiosity building. Finally she gave into it.
"Where are you going?"
Gordie turned to face her. He knew she was more to blame for the screwed-up situation than anybody else, and for a few seconds he was silent; then he shrugged.
"Jim wants to talk to me. Apparently Anne has gone off the deep end after last night. He didn't want to say too much over the phone, but he sounds pretty shaken up."
Anger welled up in Sandy again. She couldn't remember when Gordie had been this concerned about any of their own problems. Even now Gordie seemed oblivious to their own troubles.
"Anne enjoyed last night, and Jim wants her to stop. Is that it?"
Gordie nodded, only half-listening to her now as his thoughts moved ahead to what he was going to say to Jim.
"Yes . . . apparently she wants more of the same."
He left the room without giving her a second glance, and Sandy swore softly and climbed out of the bed.
As Ken leaned forward to shut off the shower, the end panel of the glass enclosure slid open, and Brenda leaned inside.
"Breakfast's on."
He turned toward her and smiled.
"On my way."
Brenda's eyes moved down over his powerful body to the huge, dangling shaft between his thighs. He saw a shudder move through her. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the chest, then she turned and walked out of the bathroom doorway.
Ken stepped out of the stall and began to dry himself slowly. It was good to have her look at him like that, good to have her openly appreciate and study his body. He couldn't remember how many times he'd prayed to have her do just that, yet now that it was a reality, he couldn't help but wonder if the price had been too great.
He was conscious that this newfound sexual freedom was not a game. At first that was how he'd treated it . . . a game that brought Brenda out of her cage of sexual frustration and fear. But now it was far more than that. He knew that Brenda loved every second of it; but there was a reason for that, an excuse, perhaps. Brenda had never known the complete enjoyment of sex, and it was new to her. But last night had been something else.
Last night Ken had enjoyed himself. He had enjoyed making love to other women, and he knew that if there was another session, he was going to let himself go completely and get everything he could. This awareness made another fact apparent. He was no longer doing this for Brenda; he was doing it for himself. And that meant that it was something he wanted as much as she did.
Jim turned the key, bringing the powerful Olds engine to life as Gordie dropped into the seat beside him and closed the door.
"I know a little spot out along the coast. It'll only take a few minutes to get there, and we can have a little privacy."
Gordie nodded, conscious of Jim's uneasy state. He reached for his cigarettes and offered one to Jim, but his friend shook his head and concentrated on the traffic as he pulled out of the underground parking lot and accelerated.
Sandy paced back and forth in the living room. She ground out cigarette after cigarette as she went back over the months, reliving each and every occasion that Gordie had put either Jim or Ken or both before her. Each memory added to the resentment and jealousy that had come to a head the night before, and she was slowly building herself into a state of explosive resentment.
Anne stretched lazily and yawned; then she sat up and looked around. It took her a few seconds to remember why she was sleeping on the couch, and the memory clouded the freshness she had felt at first.
She was once again aware of the decision she had to make, and she wasn't looking forward to making it.
Her hand moved down over the gentle curve of her belly and cupped the fiery red triangle of hair covering her crotch. She shivered slightly at the blissful memory of the night before, then got up and started down the hallway toward the bathroom.
Ken shoved his empty plate into the center of the small table in the breakfast nook. Brenda took the plate to the dishwasher and placed it inside.
Ken watched her moving, aware of the lush youthfulness of her body. When she turned back toward him and started across the room with the coffee pot, he leaned back in his chair.
"I think we're going to have to talk over what happened last night."
Brenda had been half expecting and secretly dreading those words. She didn't answer him as she poured him a fresh cup of coffee, then heated up her own half-empty cup and sat down across from him.
Their eyes met, and Ken's face became serious.
"Look, baby, I was more than willing to let you do your catching up; you know that. But after last night, I think we should have another look at it."
Brenda had enjoyed this newfound wonder, and she wanted more of it; yet she, too, had sensed last night's seriousness, even in her half-drunken state. She had been aware of the tension in the air, and the hasty end to what had seemed like a perfect night.
Ken lifted his mug to his lips and took a drink; then he lit up a smoke and looked over at her.
"I know how much you dig this swapping, and without asking you, I know you want more. But I feel it's only fair to point out a couple of facts before we do it again."
"Last night Jim and Anne broke up the party because something snapped for them during the night, and we have to figure that it can happen to us. But more important, I want you to know that last night I began to have one hell of a good time. At the next session I'm going to cut loose and really join in. That means it's a no-holds-barred deal, and we both have to be ready to accept that. To be truthful, I don't know if I could have you completely uninhibited with other guys on an indefinite basis, and I want you to think about it before we do it again."
A chill swept Brenda. "Do you mean you think we should stop?"
Ken shook his head. "I didn't say that. I just think we should talk this over before we do it again. We sort of jumped into this thing, and we haven't really looked ahead at what the results could be. Now I think we'd better while we still can."
Brenda nodded, then looked up at him.
"I don't really think I could stop if I wanted to."
Ken shrugged and smiled. "Me neither. It's like being addicted to smoking. You know you should quit because it'll probably hurt you, but you do it anyway."
An understanding passed between them as they sat silently staring at each other for a few seconds. Each knew the risks, and yet both were willing to try it anyway.
Gordie closed the car door and followed Jim across the sand toward the water. He dropped down onto the log that Jim had settled on. They were silent for a few seconds. Jim stared blankly toward the gently rolling waves, and Gordie was more acutely conscious of the other man's unhappiness after the short ride than he had been before.
Finally Jim turned toward Gordie and shook his head.
"I don't know what the hell to say. I don't know how it started, or what went wrong . . . ."
The complete hopelessness in Jim's voice cut a slash through Gordie, and he hauled out his smokes and offered Jim one. He lit them up.
"If you remember back to the time when you first suggested this, you'll-"
Jim cut him off. He threw his cigarette down onto the sand and stood up.
"For Christ's sake, Gordie, don't give me any T told you so' bullshit. My whole fucking world is falling apart. I need some help, not a bloody lecture."
Gordie nodded. "I know; I'm sorry. Maybe you'd better tell me exactly what the problem is."
Jim half smiled with exasperation and sat back down on the log.
"It's ironical, really. For months Anne's been saying that I don't really love her, and I've been telling her how wrong she was; then all of a sudden she turned around and told me that she never really loved me . . . "
He paused for a second, once again losing himself to his thoughts and the sight of the rolling waves.
"The funny thing is that I didn't really know if I did love her, and it wasn't until she told me she wanted to break it up that I finally realized that I loved her more than anything else in this world."
Gordie shook his head. He'd known when Jim had suggested swapping that his friend just wasn't the type. He should have done something to stop it then. He brought himself out of his own thoughts, conscious that Jim was speaking again.
" . . . and I don't know what the hell to do. The only thing I can think of is to be sure that she doesn't have the opportunity to get into any swapping sessions for a while. It'll give me a chance to win her back again. I'm willing to do anything just to snap her out of this."
Gordie couldn't share Jim's faith in getting Anne back simply by cutting off the swapping. Anne could get her swinging somewhere if she wanted it; yet he sensed that Jim was hanging on to this hope, so he threw his weight behind it.
"Okay, that's no problem. We won't have any more swapping sessions."
Ken turned from the glass doors leading out onto the small balcony and set his empty glass down on the table beside him.
"Then it's agreed that we go ahead; but the first time one of us feels that it's affecting what we have together, we put it off until we're sure that we can handle it again."
Brenda nodded.
Ken smiled. He had been hoping that they could approach it rationally and come out with this kind of a decision. He had enjoyed the evening before, and he wanted more of it. He looked across at Brenda.
"How about us hosting a party tonight?"
Brenda was half way to the phone before he had finished speaking.
Anne set the phone down and reached for a cigarette.
BUS
Her body had already begun to come alive with anticipation of what the night would bring, and yet she knew that she had just made the decision that had been forced upon her, and she didn't feel any too good about it.
She wished she'd had a chance to talk to Jim about it, but it was typical of their marriage that he was away just when she wanted to talk to him most. She wondered where he was for a few brief seconds. Then she pushed the thought aside and began to envision the wonder of Ken's muscular body grinding down on hers . . .
Gordie walked into the apartment and kicked the door shut behind him. Sandy was talking on the phone, and he fixed himself a drink as she finished the conversation; then he turned around to face her.
"Jim's really uptight. I don't think I've ever seen him like this before."
He lifted his glass to his lips and took a drink. Then he moved across the room and dropped down in the chair across from Sandy.
"Anne is really wild about the sessions. She told Jim they're all finished, that she doesn't love him any more, and that she wants to keep taking advantage of the free love meets. Jim figures that she'll snap out of it if we cut them off, so I agreed that we'd stop them and make it hard for her to keep it up. But I really don't think that'll stop Anne if she wants it; a good-looking woman like her can get it without any trouble, if that's what she wants."
Sandy laughed, and he looked up at her.
"What's so funny?"
Sandy nodded toward the phone.
"That was Brenda. She and Ken have invited us over for a party tonight. Before calling me, she called Anne, and she was so happy about it that she almost came just thinking about it. At least that's what Brenda led me to believe. Apparently Anne told Brenda that she and Jim would be over tonight with bells on."
Gordie set his drink down.
"Jesus, that'll blow it wide open."
Sandy didn't try to hide her amusement. She smiled.
"It sure as hell will."
Gordie got up and crossed over to the phone. He picked it up and began to dial.
Jim half wished he didn't have to face her. He didn't know how to approach a woman who had already told him she no longer loved him-if she ever had. He closed the door silently and walked into the living room.
Anne looked up at him and put her book down.
"Where have you been?"
Jim didn't like her tone of cross-examination, yet he was willing to take almost anything if it meant he had a chance to save his marriage.
"I went to see Gordie. I wanted to talk over what happened last night, and see if I couldn't find some way to straighten things out."
Anne laughed.
"Straighten what out? It was last night that straightened out all the lies and frustration we had."
Jim took a deep breath and looked over at her.
"Look, Anne, we were both warmed up last night, and we'd had more than enough to drink. I'm sure that we can work this out if we sit down and talk it over . . . ."
Anne shook her head, her cold attitude cutting him off.
"There's nothing to work out. I thought it over this morning while you were gone, and I've reached my decision. You and I can stay together if that's what you want, but only if you're willing to continue taking part in wife-swapping and to let me have my complete freedom when we're doing it. If you can't agree to that, then I'll have to move out and make it on my own."
Jim felt himself turning cold as panic gripped him. His stomach turned over, and he moved over to the couch and sat down. Wanting her as much as he could, he knew that he could never agree to what she was asking; yet there was still hope. If Gordie carried out his promise, if there was no more wife-swapping for them to attend, he still had a chance. He forced his voice to remain even as he spoke.
"We can cross that bridge when we come to it. Until then, let's try to pick up the pieces-"
Anne cut him off.
"There's no use pretending it won't happen. Brenda called no more than fifteen minutes ago; she and Ken have invited us over tonight. The six of us are going to continue on from where you broke it up last night."
The blood drained out of Jim's face, and he was unable to speak. He stood up and walked out of the room, unable to accept her terms, and yet unable to destroy what he wanted so badly.
Brenda looked up as Ken walked into the bedroom.
"Who was that?"
Ken tossed back the last of his drink and sat down on the edge of the bed. He watched her brush her hair for a few seconds; then he leaned back.
"Gordie. He wants us to call the party off. Apparently Jim saw him this morning and pleaded with Gordie to stop the sessions so he could have a chance to straighten Anne out and repair the split between them. Anne wants to keep swinging, and she doesn't give a damn if she stays with Jim or not. Gordie says Jim's really broken up about it, and although he doesn't think it'll stop Anne from having her fun, he figures we owe it to Jim to give it a try."
Brenda didn't hide her disappointment.
"Damn it; I was looking forward to tonight."
Ken nodded. "So was I."
They were silent for a few seconds, each lost in their own thoughts; then Brenda turned from the mirror to face him.
"Do we call it off?" Ken shrugged. "I guess we have to." Brenda slammed her brush down and got up. Ken watched her as she walked back and forth in front of him. "Well, what do you think?" Brenda stopped and shrugged.
"Maybe Anne's right; did you ever think of that? Maybe Jim would be better off without her anyway. I don't know."
Ken nodded.
"You're probably right, but I don't think we should be the ones to make that decision, do you?" "No, I guess not."
She picked up the brush again and began to pull it through her long, blonde hair.
"Still, I don't sec any reason why the four of us can't get together; that won't affect Jim and Anne."
Ken had been looking forward to the evening, and especially to making it with Anne. He hadn't even thought of just the four of them having a session, but now that Brenda had brought it up, he couldn't see why not. Having Sandy wasn't the same as having Anne, but on the other hand, having Sandy was better than having nothing at all.
He spun around and reached for the phone sitting on the nighl table beside the bed.
Sandy had been ranting ever since Gordie had hung up.
"Why the hell should I pass up an opportunity like this just because your buddy doesn't think it's a good idea? I don't give a damn if he comes or not, but I'm telling you that I'm going, and if you know what's good for you, you'll come too."
Gordie had listened to it for a good fifteen minutes, and he was fed up. He slammed his fist down on the coffee table and stood up.
"You're a bitch, Sandy! You've never thought about anybody but yourself-never. You don't give a damn if Anne and Jim break up, just as long as you can fuck yourself silly-"
The phone rang, cutting their angry words short.
Sandy went for it, the anger still boiling through her. At first she was short and curt, but after a few seconds, she smiled and turned to face Gordie.
"It's Ken."
They talked for a long time; as Sandy watched, her smile widened. Gordie was arguing, but she could see that he was slowly giving way, and she knew that he was weakening.
A surge of satisfaction moved through her as she saw the dejected and defeated look on Gordie's face when he hung up.
He looked up at her and shrugged.
"I don't agree with it, but if all three of you want it that way, maybe I'm wrong. They're expecting us at seven-thirty."
Confusion filled Anne's mind again as she hung the phone up. Brenda had been far from convincing in her reasons for putting the party off to a later date, and Anne sensed that there was more to it than Brenda had been willing to let on.
She had been so sure of her decision, and she had laid it on the line to Jim. Once the night was over, it would have been finished, one way or the other. Jim would either play it her way, or she'd simply play it without him.
Now everything was up in the air again. She had no way of forcing Jim to accept her terms, and she wasn't that sure within herself that she would be able to go on with indecision hanging over her.
On top of that, she had been primed and ready for a session with the others; and now her body was screaming with desire and adamant about satisfaction.
The thought of finding that satisfaction with Jim, of showing that she needed him that badly was out of the question. She had him where she wanted him for the first time in her life. It would be cruel to drag it out, and she wanted no part of it.
There was only one chance left. She could call Sandy; perhaps she and Jim could invite Sandy and Gordie over. Surely they would be willing to renew what had been so rudely destroyed the night before.
She reached for the phone and dialed. Sandy answered it on the second ring.
"Sandy? Anne. Did Brenda call about the change in plans? "
There was a slight pause at the other end, and then Sandy's voice came back to her, noticeably strained.
"Yes. Look, I can't talk now; can I call you back in a few minutes?"
Now Anne was even more certain that there was more to Brenda's call than she had been willing to admit. etc " sure.
Gordie looked over at Sandy. "Who was that?"
Sandy hesitated for a second. She thought she saw a way to break up the relationship between Gordie and his two friends.
"Brenda . . . asked if we'd bring some ice." Gordie nodded and started toward the hall. "You want me to fix you a drink before I take my shower?"
Sandy shook her head.
"No, I'll fix one in a few minutes."
He nodded and left the room.
Sandy waited until she heard the sound of the running shower; then she reached for the phone and dialed Anne's number. Anne answered it the second it rang. Sandy smiled.
"Anne, I've got to talk to you for a few minutes. Are you alone? "
There was a slight pause.
"No, but Jim's in the next room."
Sandy hesitated for a second, knowing fully that what she was about to do was going to explode in a few hours; then she took a deep breath.
"Jim talked to Gordie this morning, and they made some kind of a deal. We're not supposed to invite the two of you to any more sessions. Personally I don't like the idea of them working behind your back. The party's still on, and I've been looking forward to the two of us making it all afternoon. I hate to think that you're going to be left out . . . "
She let the sentence hang there, waiting for Anne's reaction. She didn't have long to wait.
"Thanks, Sandy . . . and don't worry; I'm not about to be left out. I've been looking forward to the two of us hitting the sack too, and this time I want you to show me everything."
Sandy couldn't remember when she had enjoyed anything so much. Just knowing that Anne would show up any minute and upset Gordie's smug little applecart made her tingle with anticipation.
She didn't have long to wait. The four of them had no more than finished their first drink when the buzzer sounded, interrupting their conversation. Ken looked up from the bar where he had been busy pouring them refills.
"Damn it; who the hell could that be?"
He looked across the room at Brenda.
"Answer it, and get rid of whoever it is."
Brenda nodded and got up. She crossed over toward the small entranceway and disappeared from sight. Surprise was written all over her face when she opened the door and saw Anne standing there. Their eyes met, and Anne smiled.
"How's the party going?"
She stepped inside without waiting for an answer. Before
Brenda could think of something to say, Anne was standing in the middle of the living room. Her eyes moved around the room slowly, noting the embarrassed and surprised faces; then her smile broadened.
"It looks like I arrived just in time to get things started."
Her appearance caused various reactions around the room.
Gordie was visibly shaken, much to Sandy's amusement. Brenda was more surprised than anything else, as was Ken. But it didn't lake Ken long to get over the initial shock of seeing Anne. He had been wanting her all day; and now it was obvious that she was there, ripe and ready to be plucked.
Anne was enjoying being the center of attention. She walked slowly across the room toward the stereo, her firm ass swaying tantalizingly beneath a tight miniskirt that hugged her cheeks like a second skin. In seconds deep rhythmic strains of music filled the room. She turned around and looked over at Ken.
"There's too much light in here."
Ken could feel the heat radiating from her body. He could see the hot fires of lust burning in her flashing green eyes. Just the sight of her started his blood boiling. He moved quickly across the room to the light switch, flicking it off and leaving one single lamp glowing in the living room.
Once again Anne's eyes moved around the room, conscious that they were all watching her, waiting for her to act. Each could feel the animallike need radiating from her very soul; it was almost hypnotic. She smiled and stepped out into the center of the room; then she began to move slowly, swaying with the music.
All eyes were on her as she lost herself in it, lost herself in the power she knew she held over them.
She picked up the pace. Perspiration began to form on her lush body, causing her flesh to glisten in the soft light given off by the lamp.
They were all aware of what was coming, and their breathing became heavier as they watched her. Nobody spoke for a long time; then finally Ken was no longer able to remain silent. He gave her the cue she had been waiting for.
"Take it off, baby .. . take it off . . . ."
Anne was far from a professional stripper, but what she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in sincerity. She had one aim in mind as she reached up and slowly undid the buttons at the front of her blouse. She wanted to sate the burning desire in her loins, and she wanted to share with the others the uncontrollable need for satisfaction that filled her.
She opened the blouse, exposing the full mounds of her breasts as they strained at the full cups of her brief black lace bra; then she shrugged her shoulders, and the blouse drifted down to the carpet below. She made no move to strip farther for a few seconds, aware of the heavy breathing that surrounded her now. She took full advantage of their almost hypnotized stares to give them a good look at the massive globes of her breasts, covered with a thin layer of perspiration and glistening in the soft light.
Ken stood behind the bar, still clutching a bottle in his right hand. The sight of her whirling slowly in time; with the drumbeats set him on fire. His big cock was hard and demanding against the front of his pants as he watched her.
He had never seen anything quite like it. She was an animal, a female animal.
Anne's fingers were working on the clasp of her tight skirt now, and soon it was around her ankles. She stepped out of it seductively and spun around, reveling in the husky moans that filled the room as she displayed the wispy black bikini panties that hugged her crotch tightly. The dampness over her swollen labia shimmered as she turned to face the lamp and told all of them that she was as hot as hell and ready for love.
Her entire body glistened now, and she was aware of the intense needs of the others for the first time as her ears filled with the sounds of their labored breathing and her nostrils thrilled to the smell of their need mingling with her own.
She had teased long enough; she knew what she wanted.
She stopped dancing as suddenly as she had started and stood facing Ken squarely. Her eyes met his as she reached around behind her and let her fingers find the hooks holding her bra. She opened them and slowly peeled the big cups away, exposing her full globes to him.
They popped free and bounced enticingly. Ken's eyes dropped to the stiff, pulsating nipples, and he groaned and released the bottle. He moved slowly around the bar until he was standing in front of her; then he reached for the buttons on his shirt and began to open them frantically. He never took his eyes off her as he started stripping quickly, and Anne's gaze moved back and forth over his muscular frame as she reached up with her hands to cup and caress her full breasts.
Just as Ken was kicking his pants aside, she let her fingertips move down over her hips and push the filmy panties down and off. She stood erect, arching her back, spreading her legs slightly, offering herself to him openly.
The sight of her, hands on her hips, lush breasts jutting out proudly, the glistening droplets of moisture clinging to the fiery brush of curly hair hugging the open, swollen lips of her cunt, sent his cock hard and straining against the front of his shorts, leaving the throbbing bulbous knob clearly outlined.
His muscular chest heaved with desire as he reached down to push the shorts away from his straining cock. The two of them were oblivious to the others now as he moved out into the light, becoming very much a part of the raw, savage scene that she had created.
His huge cock sprang free and shot upward, meeting his shimmering blond-covered belly with a resounding slap that told of his need; then it dropped slightly and stood proudly swaying from between his muscular thighs.
Anne's eyes rested on it, conscious of the power it represented, of the overpowering desire that raged through her. Her body began to shake with need, and she moaned deeply and dropped down to the carpet. She stretched out on her back, spreading her legs wildly. Before she had stopped moving, Ken was on the carpet with her, kneeling between her quivering thighs.
He encircled his massive prick at the base and guided the big, throbbing, red knob to her open, flowing cunt; then he let out a deep groan of need and rammed his hips forward.
As ready as she was, Anne still buckled under his attack, letting out a small cry of pain, but Ken paid no heed to it. She had laid down the rules, and there was no turning back now. He drove at her again and again, gaining an inch or more with each stroke. On the tenth thrust, Anne was no longer crying from pain; she was whimpering with pure animal pleasure.
Anne arched her back upward off the soft carpet as he began to screw her in earnest with long deep strokes into her hot, clutching box. He groaned and slipped his hands under her resilient buttocks, cradling the lush cheeks and holding her firmly as his knob slammed deep into her yielding cunt. His heavy balls slapped wetly against her buttocks with each stroke now, and the feel of it added to Anne's pleasure.
"Yes . . . yes . . . fuck me . . . fuck me hard . . . ."
Her nails raked down over his shoulder. Suddenly clothes began to litter the room as Sandy and Brenda, now completely caught up in the scene in front of them, gave vent to their own burning need.
Gordie stood back, watching Ken hammer his massive cock in and out of Anne. The sight excited him, and he too was fully erect, but he made no attempt to strip away his clothing. He was only too aware of what this meant, of what it would mean to Jim.
Sandy was nude. Her body was on fire. She turned, looking for some means to satisfy the fires that burned in her loins. She saw Brenda, now naked, standing a few feet away, her eyes glued to the stroking cock that was giving Anne so much pleasure. The sight of Brenda's lush form sent a shiver through Sandy, and she moved quickly.
Before Brenda knew what was happening, Sandy had pulled her down to the carpet. Sandy didn't give the blonde a chance to recover from the initial surprise attack. She moved her hungry mouth directly to one of Brenda's breasts and began to tongue the stiff, pulsing nipple eagerly.
Brenda fought for a few brief seconds, but now Sandy had stretched herself along the length of her body, and the feel of hot, eager flesh moving against her thrilled Brenda.
Sandy moved her hand between them. She began to cup and fondle Brenda's crotch, teasing the swollen cunt-lips.
Her mouth shifted to the other breast and repeated the treatment she'd given the first; then she began to kiss her way downward, slowly, paying homage to Brenda's beautiful body.
Jim walked over to the bar and poured himself a drink. He lifted the glass slowly and took a swallow, savoring it for a second before swallowing it; then he turned and walked back into the bedroom.
He had done a lot of thinking during the past few hours, the first serious thinking he'd done in months. The bright light in the bedroom seemed to be harsher than it had been before as he packed his things into his suitcases; he felt older, but at least now he was thinking clearly, and he had .something to look forward to.
His love for Anne had been hidden for their short three months of marriage, probably due to her repeated doubting that it existed at all. They had never really had a good understanding of each other. Even though he had been willing to start from scratch, he realized that Anne had no intention of doing that.
It wasn't an easy thing for him to accept, but he knew there was no chance for them. He had a full lifetime ahead of him, and trying to regain Anne for his own would be a futile and ruinous adventure; he would have to cut it off now and try to find another woman, this time one that would meet him on even and honest ground.
There was hurt in him, a sense of helplessness; but now that the decision was made, there was also a feeling of hope. He closed the last suitcase and surveyed the room for a few seconds to be sure he had everything he wanted; then he turned and started down the hallway.
Anne shuddered with impending release, and Ken's fingernails dug into the firm flesh of her ass as he felt her shoot over the top. The feel of her cunt clutching at his knob sent a tremor of sensuous delight through him, and he groaned and gave himself to the exquisite pleasure of ejaculation.
His huge prick lurched and spurted forth a thick, creamy stream of rich love juice, filling her until it seeped from around his deeply buried cock.
The tip of Sandy's tongue found the swollen, tense bud of Brenda's clitoris, and she began to polish it wildly. Brenda was on fire by now, and she wrapped her thighs around Sandy's head and pulled that hungry mouth closer to her.
Her body arched upward, and she began to thrash her ass around on the deeply piled carpet as she neared completion. Sandy was sucking and nibbling on the delightful little bud now. Suddenly Brenda shot over the top, erupting like a volcano.
She shook frantically for a long time, low guttural moans escaping from between her tightly clenched teeth. Finally she dropped down onto the carpet and lap panting as Sandy lifted her head from between her delicious thighs.
The others didn't hear the buzzer, but Gordie did. He turned slowly and walked toward the door, knowing deep inside who would be on the other side when he opened it.
His eyes met Jim's, and he felt his stomach turn slightly.
"I didn't know . . . I'm sorry . . . ."
Jim looked at him for a second and shook his head slowly.
"It doesn't matter, not any more."
He walked past Gordie and stopped just inside the. room, his eyes on Anne's spread-eagled form as Ken stood up from between her thighs. Ken looked over at him and managed a sheepish grin as he quickly disappeared behind the bar.
Jim walked directly across to where Anne was lying. He bent over slightly to grasp her wrist; then he pulled her up onto her feet. She opened her mouth to speak, but he hauled her down the hallway toward the bedroom before she got anything out.
Gordie stood staring at the closed bedroom door for a few seconds; then he turned to look at Sandy, who was grinning from ear to ear.
"You had something to do with this, didn't you?"
Sandy couldn't resist rubbing it in a little farther now that she had managed to achieve what she'd intended.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I did."
Gordie stared at her for a few seconds. He knew then and there that he was finished with her. "I want a divorce."
He watched her face for a reaction, and he got it. The smile disappeared, and Sandy looked at him questioningly. "What the hell for?" Gordie shook his head slowly.
"You'd never understand. I'll pack my things now and move out. Get yourself a good lawyer; you're going to need one.
He turned and started toward the door. Halfway to it he remembered the others, and he turned back. He looked from Brenda to Ken.
"Sorry to break things up, but I'm afraid the whole thing makes me sick."
He was gone before either of them could speak.
Ken didn't say anything for a few seconds; then he looked over at Brenda. Without speaking they reached an understanding. Brenda nodded. "Yes. It's time to cut it off."
Sandy took the hint, and began unhappily to pull on her clothes. Ken and Brenda watched silently as she left the apartment.
Jim had said his piece in a slow, controlled voice. He was devoid of emotion now that he had finally made his decision.
When he had finished, Anne lifted her face and looked at him. She felt the finality of his words; yet, even though she sensed that she was losing everything she'd proudly called hers only a few short months ago, she couldn't fight it. She wanted to tell him how she felt, but she had never been able to communicate with him, and she didn't try now. She simply nodded.
"Maybe it's the right thing after all."
Jim turned and walked out of the room. He felt a little lighter, a little more of a complete man as he walked back to the living room. It was finally finished.
He looked from Brenda to Ken, noting they had both dressed. Ken stepped out from behind the bar.
"Look, Gordie told us about his promise to you. We'd asked Anne before, and we told her we'd called it off. None of us expected her; she just walked in."
Jim nodded.
"It doesn't make any difference; I was wrong to think I could run her life for her anyway. She's a big girl now, as you've just demonstrated; she has a mind of her own."
Ken flushed slightly.
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know for sure. I'll stay in town until the divorce is final. Then I guess I'll go somewhere else and try to start all over again.
Ken nodded.
"Let us know how you make out."
Jim looked at him squarely; then he shook his head.
"No, I think that's finished too."
He turned and started for the door. As it slammed behind him, Ken drove his fist against the top of the bar. He nodded his head in the direction of the bedroom.
"Get her out of here."
XII
Gordie paced back and forth in front of the hotel room window. It was comfortable enough, and far from displeasing to the eye, but it wasn't something he could call home.
He was depressed. He missed having a place he could call his own. And even after one short day, he missed having a woman. He had always been a highly sexed man. In the six months he had been married to Sandy, he had come to take her continual readiness for lovemaking for granted. He needed some of it now.
He didn't regret his break with her; in fact, he was more sure of his decision now that he had been a day ago. But he did miss what he had with her. He had never been able to be without a woman for long.
Ken was stretched out in the center of the big bed on his back. Brenda nuzzled in closer against his side and kissed n him lightly on the chest.
"To think that we've been missing this all that time."
He chuckled and moved his left hand to cup her ass in his palm.
"That's what I tried to tell you."
They were silent now, each still lost in the afterglow of their lovemaking, each fully sated and yet knowing that they would make love again, and again.
Ken marveled at the change. He was a happy man, now that he had Brenda's love completely. He looked back over the past few days, happy at what they had brought about, and yet deeply moved by the destruction they had wrought in the lives of his two friends. As human as he was, he couldn't help but think the good outweighed the bad; yet he wanted to do something to help both Jim and Gordie.
Brenda sensed he was thinking about something outside of their togetherness, and she shifted slightly until she was half lying on him.
"What are you thinking about?" Ken shrugged.
"Us . . . the last few days . . . Jim and Gordie . . . ." Brenda nodded.
"Yes; it's horrible . . . except for us, that is." Ken's hand wandered lazily over her buttocks. "I think Gordie's breakup with Sandy was the best thing for both of them. Gordie deserves something better than Sandy; I've always felt that way. He wants a woman and a home. I don't know about Jim and Anne. She's always been a nice kid; I think they would have made out all right if Jim had been more of a man with her. He treated her like a china doll, putting her on a pedestal; what she needed was a male to show her just how wonderful real love can be. I think they were in love three months ago, but a brother and sister relationship like the one Jim created just wasn't enough for her." Brenda nodded.
"Yes, I think you're right. Jim will make out all right, though, and I think he's learned his lesson. He'll find another woman, and it'll work out."
Ken sat up and propped a pillow behind him. He reached for the pack of cigarettes on the night table beside the bed and lit two up; then he handed her one.
"It's not really him that I'm worried about; it's Anne. God only knows what she'll do now that she hasn't got somebody to take her in hand."
Brenda rolled out of the crook of his arm and sat up on the edge of the bed.
"Do you really mean that?"
Ken was a little surprised by her excitement.
"Yeah; why?"
Brenda smiled.
"I've been worried sick about her. I wanted to talk to her, but I thought you'd be mad if I did." Ken shook his head.
"Hell, no; I'd have gone down to see her myself except that I'm pretty sure she would have got the wrong idea and thought I was after her hot little ass. I'm afraid I couldn't trust myself to remember what I went for if she made a play for me."
Brenda smiled.
"Not only that, I wouldn't trust you either. You're staying right here. I'll go down and talk to her; maybe I can start her thinking clearly."
She vaulted off the bed and began to dress.
Ken watched her, conscious of her beauty and aware of the fact that he loved her more than ever before.
"Don't be too long."
Brenda reached down and patted his semi-erect cock playfully, then smiled.
"Don't worry; i won't neglect you."
Brenda got no reaction when she pushed the buzzer, and she was about to go back to her own apartment when she decided to try the door. It was unlocked, and she pushed it open a crack and called Anne's name. When she got no reaction she felt a stab of panic, and opened it fully, then walked inside.
Even before she reached the bedroom her fears that Anne had done something foolish and made an attempt on her life were dispelled. The sounds coming out of the bedroom were a clear indication that Anne was very much alive. Brenda slowed her pace slightly and stopped just outside the open door. She saw Anne flat on her back in the center of the big bed.
A blond-haired youth of no more than seventeen was busy stroking his cock in and out of Anne's tender cunt, and a Negro in his early twenties was straddling her chest with his thick black shaft buried to the balls in her mouth.
At that instant both of them ejaculated, and Anne's whimpers of delight were punctuated by frequent pauses as she fought to swallow the deluge of hot semen pumping forth from the Negro youth's heavy balls.
The sight sickened Brenda and affirmed that her greatest fears of what Anne would do if left on her own were definitely true. For a split second she was tempted to run into the room and pull the two males off Anne's gyrating form, but she changed her mind and instead turned and left the apartment quickly and quietly.
Sandy's world had fallen apart. She had been in a drunken stupor throughout the night and most of the day. It was ironical that finally achieving the breakup between Gordie and his friends had also led to her own loss of his love. She would have given her right arm to have it all as it was, but that was impossible, so she dedicated herself to drowning her sorrows in booze.
Gordie picked up the phone and sat down on the edge of the bed. He was a little surprised that anyone would take the time to find out where he was staying. He half-expected to hear Sandy's voice and was ready to cut her off coldly, but instead it was Ken's voice he heard.
"Gordie? "
Gordie leaned forward slightly. "Yeah, it's me."
There was a soft whistle at the other end. "Christ, you're a hard man to get hold of. I've got a question to ask you."
Gordie took a drag off his cigarette and ground it out. "Shoot."
There was a slight pause before Ken spoke. "What do you think of Anne?" Gordie was a little surprised by the question. "Are you drunk?"
"No, I'm not drunk. Just answer the question; what do you think of Anne?"
Gordie hesitated for a second, then answered.
"She's a nice kid, a little mixed up, maybe. Why?"
"Because this little game of ours has driven her off the deep end. She's in her apartment right now with two guys, and they're banging the hell out of her. If somebody doesn't do something about it, I'm afraid she's got one hell of a life ahead of her."
The thought of Anne sinking that low bothered Gordie, and yet he wasn't about to be dragged back into the mess he'd managed to pull himself out of.
"So what the hell has it got to do with me? You're just down the hall, you do something about it."
There was another pause before Ken spoke.
"No good, old man, and you know why not. Anne sees one thing in me, and that's my cock. I could no more talk her out of fucking than a hamburger could talk a starving man out of eating. You're the only one she might listen to . . . that is, if you give a damn."
Gordie started to speak, but the phone went dead in his hand. He sat staring at it for a few seconds; then he set it back down in its cradle.
Ken lifted his hand off the phone and looked over at Brenda. She waited anxiously for him to say something; and when he didn't, she spoke.
"What did he say?"
Ken shrugged.
"Nothing really. I don't know what he'll do if anything . . . Knowing Gordie, he's bound to feel a little responsible for all this happening, and I know damn well that he thinks a lot of Anne, but I just don't know.
Brenda dropped back down onto the bed and shook her head.
"It's what they both need. If only he can see that."
Gordie caught the two of them in the hall just leaving the bathroom. He caught the youth with a sharp right, then turned to face the Negro. Their eyes met for a second, and Gordie forced himself to control the anger that burned in him. He spit his words out.
"Pick up your friend and get your clothes; then get the hell out of here."
There was no argument, just flashes of movement as they did what he told them. In a few minutes Gordie was alone in the hallway. He paused for a second, deciding exactly what he was going to do; then he walked into the bedroom.
Anne was still lying on the bed. Her body was covered with little welts and teeth marks; it looked as if they had been fucking her for hours. She looked up at him in surprise.
"Gordie . . . I . . . "
He didn't let her finish.
"Get some clothes on; you're coming with me."
Ken and Brenda were standing side by side as they watched Gordie's car pull out of the underground parking and fight its way into the traffic. They watched it until it was out of sight; then Ken turned to face her.
"I guess you were right."
Brenda smiled. She was happy that it had ended this way for both Anne and Gordie. She had no way of knowing how it would work out, but she knew that both of them stood a good chance as long as they were together. The scars would heal for both eventually. With the insight they now had into each other, they had hope at least.
She was pleased with herself, and she couldn't resist showing it.
"It was nothing, really; we women have a knack of seeing things the way they really are."
Ken couldn't hide the smile that came. He was sharing her happiness both about the way Gordie had come for
Anne and over what they had found in each other. His eyes settled on hers. He reached down and opened his robe, exposing the front of his muscular body and the massive cock that was hard and throbbing.
"Wipe that smug look off your face, you wanton bitch; we men have a knack for showing women just who's boss."
Brenda grinned.
"I dare you."
She turned playfully to run from him, but he caught her in two steps. Before she hit the floor, he had her robe open and was guiding his thick knob to her open, inviting slit.
He had called her wanton, and wanton she was, wanton in a way that he loved in her, his wife. But of one thing he was sure-he'd had his fill of other men's wanton wives.
