Human nature works in strange and wonderful ways. Each one of us has a set of standards which we have compiled ourselves or have had handed down to us by parents. Perhaps more usually the said standards are a combination of both. And because we have those criteria, we feel justified in being able to say, I would never do that ... or I would never dream of....
Yet how often do we break our own rules? The power of persuasion is very great and we are usually able to balance the tally sheet of our conscience by consoling ourselves that circumstances were attenuating. But this same charitable outlook never seems to apply when someone else breaks his, or our own (often the same) set of rules. In cases like that, blame is heaped on the offending person, and circumstances are never at fault.
If we could all only judge things as they actually are rather than as they seem, the world would be a happier place to live in. Yet even with our nearest and dearest, we too often neglect to apply simple charity. We do not examine circumstantial evidence, but instead condemn on the basis of the so-called offence alone.
Authoress Cecilia Stanley explores just such a behavioral pattern in her newest compelling work. Step by step, she shows the blindness which can lead people along paths they were sure they would never follow, while at the same time reveals how these same people can castigate anyone they see acting similarly.
The next time we witness some transgression of our communal standards, we should stop and ask ourselves how we would have acted under the circumstances. If the answer is a decided "differently," maybe we should stop and take a long hard look at ourselves.
Better yet, examine the events of this evocative new novel and evaluate each situation as it is seen through the eyes of different people.
Maybe then judgment won't be reached quite so quickly ... or be so uniformly harsh.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The first thing Don Ryder noticed about the blonde that afternoon was that she was obviously upset over something. The second thing was her superbly voluptuous figure. She presented a stunning picture standing there on the curb in the drizzling rain, her beautiful sensual face wreathed in a worried frown.
He knew he had to go to her assistance if only to get a closer look at her.
"Can I do anything to help?"
She turned to look at him and Ryder saw that she was even more attractive close-up, a little older than he, but voluptuous just the same.
"Oh goodness, if only you could!"
Her voice was huskily earthy and matched her sultry exotic appearance. Don didn't know whether it was her provocative figure, her flamboyant mane of blonde hair or her out of place evening dress which made her seem so out of the ordinary. He just knew he hadn't seen so attractive a woman in a long time.
"What's the problem?" he asked, noticing her wildly searching eyes as they scanned the busy after-work traffic.
"I can't get a cab and I've got to be at work in fifteen minutes! I don't know what I'm going to do!" There was a desperate note in her voice and Ryder felt a fresh rush of sympathy for her.
A quick glance around confirmed that there were no empty taxis in sight and judging by the number of flustered, would-be passengers around, he knew there wouldn't be for quite awhile.
"Look, I'll run you there. It's not far, is it?"
A look of relief flooded the lovely blonde's face and Don felt glad that he had made his impulsive offer.
"Oh thank you so much! No, it's just uptown on Michigan Avenue, but I don't want to put you to any trouble!"
"It's no trouble," Ryder assured her as he guided her towards the parking lot. It would only take him a few minutes and then he could drive straight home from there.
"This is really very kind of you," the blonde said gratefully when they were both settled in the car and heading towards the street she'd mentioned. Ryder couldn't help wondering silently what kind of job she had, because he knew that Michigan Avenue was one of the seedier areas of Detroit. Still, that was where she wanted to go and for the moment, he was her knight errant.
He couldn't help glancing sidelong at her as he expertly guided the big Buick through rush-hour traffic. Christ, she's some broad, he thought admiringly, and if it wasn't for June, I wouldn't mind giving her a tumble.
He was excruciatingly aware of her closeness and she exuded an alluring scent which enveloped him in a heady sensual haze. He was almost glad when she pointed out her place of work to him. She was beginning to get to him in a way he could barely understand and he was sure that if he spent more time with her, he'd conveniently forget about being married.
"There, on the right, the Club Oasis!" she said, and Don noticed the gaudily lit exterior of what was obviously a burlesque club.
"What do you do there?"
"Oh, I'm the desert queen," the blonde laughed throatily as she slid out of the car. "But why don't you come in for a while? You might as well wait and see the show. Besides, if it wasn't for you, it wouldn't start on time at all!"
She must be a singer or something, Ryder thought as he wondered whether he should accept her invitation. June had warned him to be home on time tonight because she was fixing a very special dinner. It was their tenth wedding anniversary and he knew his wife had planned the evening for some time. She would by now have already received the roses he had had sent and although she'd be pleased by his gesture, she'd definitely be furious if he was late. Still, the show started at six and it was almost that now.
"The show'll be over by seven-thirty, if that's what you're worried about. But I've got to get going right now. I'll fix it with the doorman to let you in free if you decide to come in."
Oh Christ, why did this have to happen tonight of all nights? Maybe I could take a rain check?
He felt the pressure of her arm on his shoulder as she leaned closer to him.
"I hope you decide to come in. I'd like to think you were out there in the audience watching."
Don decided right then that he'd have to take in the show. If he hustled back afterwards he'd still get home before eight and they never ate till eight-thirty anyway. Yes, he'd watch the show, whatever it was, because he didn't want to say good-bye just yet to the glamorous blonde stranger.
The doorman admitted him with a nod to the dimly lit interior and he made his way to one of the tables clustered around a raised wooden platform. The place was only half full but Don was surprised to see respectable well dressed businessmen like himself comprising most of the audience. Most of them were alone. A vivacious redhead appeared from nowhere with a drink and plunked it down on his table.
"Compliments of the house ... and Wanda," she smiled and disappeared before he could say anything. Wanda! That must be the blonde, he thought excitedly, as he tested his drink. It was Scotch and on the rocks, just as he liked it.
Then the house lights dimmed almost completely and the platform was illuminated with a strong glaring spotlight.
A middle-aged man in a tuxedo bounded onto it, holding a microphone in his hand.
"Ladies and gentlemen, without beating around the bush, without frills or fill-in spots, we bring you the star of the show ... the beautiful gal you all came specially to see."
He waved his arm in an expansive theatrical gesture.
"Here she is, wonderful Wanda Wallace, queen of the Oasis!"
A sprinkling of applause greeted her entrance and Don saw at once that the star of the show was none other than his blonde passenger.
But he hardly recognized her. She was wearing a long sparkling red cloak which reached right down to the ground. She had put on fantastic make-up and had piled her hair up on top of her head. Regally she walked to the very center of the spotlight and stood staring out at the fascinated audience, as the emcee eased himself expertly from the stage, leaving Wanda alone. Don was as mesmerized as everyone else. She looked so unattainable, so queen-like up there in her glittering cloak, and yet, only minutes before she had been sitting beside him in his car. The music began in the background and Ryder was sure that she was about to sing. He noticed that the announcer had taken away the mike, but thought that maybe she didn't need it.
The young husband moved to the edge of his seat, hardly touching his drink as he watched her reach up and unclasp the big shiny buckle at her throat. With a single swift movement, she removed the glittering red cloak and swung it in a graceful arc around her curvaceous body. A uniform gasp arose from the audience when it was revealed that underneath she was wearing only a sort of sequinned one-piece swimming suit. Still holding the cloak, she pirouetted slowly around, swiveling gracefully on her high spike heels.
"There's no doubt about it," Don heard the man at the next table say to his companion, "Wanda's the best stripper in Detroit!"
Stripper! The word sank in and Ryder felt a thrill of excitement stabbing deep in the pit of his stomach. Of course, I should have known, he thought as he stared avidly at the shapely, blonde on the stage. He had assumed she was a singer, or at the most a dancer. But it was obvious that she really was a stripper-now that he knew!
Wanda ran her hands sensuously up and down her ripely curved hips, barely touching with her fingertips the black net-covered flesh of her thighs. She stared lewdly, wantonly, invitingly, right into the lusting eyes of every man she could see in the darkened room. The very realization that dozens of pairs of eyes were feasting on her statuesque body gave her a thrill of lurid satisfaction. She could almost feel the quickening pulse of their voyeuristic desire and was exhilarated by the power she held over them. She could go fast or slow, depending on her mood and that way, she exerted control over their lewd excitement. She was glad that her chivalrous friend had decided to come in and watch, sure that he'd gotten a big surprise when he realized what was going on. Well, tonight she'd make it an especially good show ... just for him!
Don finished his drink in a single gulp and signaled for another. He knew that it would probably cost the earth, but he didn't care. He felt he could do with some support, and that was the only one around. He was tingling all over with suppressed excitement and kept his eyes fixed squarely on the lovely blonde stripper. He couldn't help wondering what would happen. Would she go the whole way and take off everything? Or would she be wearing pasties and a g-string ... or what? He wanted her to hurry up and reveal more and more of her luscious body and yet at the same time he knew that her slow deliberate movements were adding to his increasing pleasure.
Carefully Wanda rolled down one net stocking, revealing soft milk-white skin as she did so. She eased it down over her knee and her slender ankle and finally cast it carelessly on the floor beside her discarded cloak. Then she lifted her long shapely leg, stretching it upwards until Don could see the cords standing out tensely on her inner thigh, before lowering it and slipping it back into her high-heeled shoe. His drink arrived but he hardly noticed it. He couldn't take his eyes away from the tantalizing blonde who was now removing her other stocking. When both her long slender legs were naked, she began to walk slowly around the small stage, hands on her flaring hips, her well-rounded buttocks thrust out provocatively.
"Atta girl, Wanda!" an anonymous voice called from the audience. "But let's get on with the show!"
Wanda flashed a beautiful wide smile as she moved once again to the center of the stage.
"Yeah, let's get a look at those knockers of yours!"
Don felt wildly excited and at the same time angry. He wanted to punch the loudmouth in the nose, and yet he knew he felt the same way. His whole body was strained and tensed as he waited for the titillating act to progress and he felt he could hardly wait until the voluptuous stripper peeled off her swimsuit.
The young husband drew in his breath sharply when he saw her hand reach back and pull down the zipper. A gasp rose from the excited crowd as she began to shrug off the garment, revealing white rounded shoulders. Then with her back to the audience, she pulled it completely off and stepped out of it with her buttocks wriggling enticingly from side to side.
Hands on hips, the statuesque blonde stood there, wearing a star-studded brassiere and tiny glimmering bikini pants. Don could see the tops of her full wide-set breasts pushing up high from the skillfully cut brassiere and as she turned slowly around, he could see the beginning of the split between her oval-shaped ass cheeks.
A lewd catcall came from the back of the club and Don could feel the rising excitement of the gaping group of men, because he was just as much a part of it as anyone.. His heart was thudding and his eyes were burning from the strain of his unwavering gaze. He didn't want to miss a second of the lust-arousing striptease act and surreptitiously he pulled his chair closer to the wooden stage. He wondered if Wanda had seen him, if she knew how close he was sitting to her. He felt that if he reached out he could touch those silky bare legs. He wanted to do that ... wanted in fact to reach out and grab her, to pull off her shimmering brassiere and clamp his mouth down on her provocatively heaving breasts ... But he couldn't. All he could do was watch ... just like all the other excited, aroused men around him.
The insistent music in the background slowed down as Wanda began to pull off her sequin-spangled brassiere. Don felt his mouth grow dry and there was a painful tightening in his loins as the full quivering white expanse of her breasts came into view.
"Aw shit, she's got pasties on!"
The disappointed voice echoed Don's own inner feelings. Two tiny stars were affixed to her nipples, concealing the excited little buds from view. Don was astonished to see that her full ripe breasts stood up just as erectly now as when they were encased in her brassiere. He thought he could see a tiny sheen of perspiration in the deep valley between the fleshy mounds, but he didn't know for sure.
The aroused young man was quivering with growing excitement and his clothes suddenly seemed too small for him. He hadn't seen many strippers performing, but he thought that Wanda was more exciting then he had ever dreamed possible. She seemed to exude pure unadulterated sex and her every moment was a mastery of erotic titillation.
With bated breath, he watched as she began to unsnap the sides of her brief bikini panties. They too came away completely to reveal a shimmering sequinned triangle held in place by a narrow silver string circling her tiny waist and by another that slipped between her thighs and snuggled alluringly into the deep split of her buttocks and came up to join with the first one at her waist.
A continuous ripple of murmurs was audible now as Wanda very slowly and deliberately turned around. Don's eyes widened in lustful excitement when he saw her nakedly rounded ass cheeks, trembling slightly as she glided in a circle. He could just barely see the thin sliver of silver cord wedged between the rippling nether flesh, and then Wanda was once again facing the crowd of lasciviously aroused men.
"C'mon Wanda, let's get a load of them tits!"
The crude request was echoed by other voices and still Wanda hesitated as she stood on the stark wooden platform. Long seconds ticked by and Don felt that the tension could be cut with a knife. He was sure that if she didn't do something soon, a horde of rampaging men, himself included, would rush up onto the stage and rip off the last remaining shreds that clung to her voluptuous body.
At last the professional beauty smiled a slow dazzling smile and then peeled off first one and then the other flimsy star-shaped pastie.
"Oh man, look at them boobs!"
Every eye in the club was focused on the rose-pink buds of Wanda's turgid nipples, sticking out like tiny twin spears against the brown of the surrounding areola. Don was sure that his heart was thudding loud enough to be heard as he stared at the nearly naked blonde. God, she was fabulous, more beautiful and exciting that he could ever have imagined. But what was going to happen now? Was the act over? Or was there more to come?
"Now the g-string, Wanda honey, don't leave us in suspense!"
Again the attractive blonde laughed huskily as she began to untie the silver strings around her waist. There was an eerie silence which lasted until she pulled away the lewd triangular patch, and then a loud moan of undisguised disappointment. There was another, even smaller triangle fixed on her cunningly hidden pubic "vee."
Excitement ran through the gaping young husband like an electric current. He could hardly stand it. He wished she would go off the stage completely instead of teasing and tantalizing him like this. He couldn't take another second of it, and neither could the other voyeurs. No wonder that guy at the next table had said she was the best stripper in Detroit! No one, but no one could be as good as this voluptuously bumping and grinding blonde. Once again Wanda undulated around the stage and as she turned to face the audience again, the spotlight narrowed into the smallest circle, which was played directly on the scintillating "vee" at the tops of her thighs.
The music stopped suddenly as Wanda's hands reached down and with agonizing slowness, began to lewdly pull away the small concealing triangle.
A crescendo of music sounded blastingly as Don caught sight of curling blonde wisps of pubic hair and the barest glimpse of moist pink cuntal flesh. Then, without warning, the light dimmed completely and he could hear Wanda hurrying from the stage. She was gone! She had been totally naked but they had all only had a tiny glimpse of her!
A pang of disappointment assailed him and he was left with a bereft empty feeling. What had he expected? That she'd stand there endlessly for them all to ogle and scrutinize? No, of course not ... but ... he wanted to run backstage and dash into her dressing room. What would she say? Would she welcome him?
The announcer slipped onstage again, mike in hand.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, Wanda will be back later at nine P.M. In the meantime, here's Blaze, the hottest redhead in town to entertain you, and after that...."
Don barely heard what he was saying. He could only think of the fact that Wanda would be appearing again at nine. He'd wait, yes, that's what he'd do. He'd watch the other strippers in the meantime. They probably wouldn't be anywhere near as good as Wanda, but they'd pass the time. Then he'd see her again as soon as she came on stage. , He signaled for another drink, realizing it would be his third, but he didn't care. Only two more hours, and then, Wanda again!
The club began to fill up and he was glad he got his drink before the rush. The redhead who'd given him his first drink-the free one was now on stage, and she was exciting all right, but nowhere near Wanda's class. Staring mesmerized at the lovely Blaze, Don could think of nothing else but the glamorous blonde stripteaser he'd given a lift to downtown. He forget everything else ... even the fact that today was his anniversary and that his wife June was waiting for him to come home....
CHAPTER TWO
June Ryder pulled heavily on her cigarette and stared unseeingly ahead. The television was flickering soundlessly ... she had turned it down because she couldn't stand the noise. She had had two gin and tonics and felt she could do with a third. But already she had the beginnings of a nagging headache and she was afraid another drink would aggravate it.
It was already eleven-thirty and the pretty brunette hadn't heard a word from Don. Anger and resentment had faded to worry, and even now, worry was abating and she was beginning to feel infuriated again. Surely if anything had happened to her husband the police or someone would have gotten in touch with her. She thought of the beautiful duckling she had prepared with a special black cherry sauce. Now it was hard and dry in the oven and the sauce was reduced to less than half its size. Where the hell is he? she kept asking herself again and again. When eight o'clock had come round, she phoned his office but there was no reply.
So she had waited ... and waited. She hadn't felt hungry herself and now the two drinks were playing havoc with her empty stomach. Oh God, how could he do this to me? He knows how much I wanted him to be home on time tonight.
Don seldom worked overtime, but often he didn't get home until seven-thirty or so, because he stopped to have a drink or go bowling with his buddies. But unless he was only half an hour late, he always tried to let her know. Unable to help herself, the unhappy young wife began pacing up and down the living room. What a way to spend our anniversary, she thought resentfully. Her eye caught the fabulous brilliancy of the dozen long stem roses that had arrived that afternoon and her mood softened. At least, he had thought of her and she had been thrilled to get them. Maybe something had happened to him ... an automobile accident or some other mishap....
A shiver of apprehension curdled through her and she wondered again if she should phone the police. Maybe even now, Don was lying hurt somewhere, in a hospital, or worse still, maybe even....
Her straining ears caught the sound of a car turning into the driveway. Her first reaction was one of immense relief. Oh thank God he's home safe!
Still concerned, she threw open the front door and called out:
"Don, is everything all right?"
"Why the hell shouldn't everything be all right?"
The rough reply stung her like a whiplash. Her concern faded and was immediately replaced with cold seething anger. He sounded as if ... as if he was drunk!
A spasm of guilt convulsed Don when he saw his wife standing there and heard the concern in her voice. But he couldn't stop himself from making his cruel retort. He had successfully obliterated all concern about her and her plans from his lustfully enflamed brain as he sat through a second performance of Wanda Wallace's scintillating striptease. It was only when he realized that the tantalizing blonde was not appearing any more that night that he had begun to think again about June and what he had done to her.
He was sure she'd be furious-she had every right to be-and he had no excuse whatsoever. He certainly couldn't tell her outright what he'd been up to. Misery and guilt had consumed him as he sped home, hoping that the cops wouldn't come his way. He had had far too many drinks at the club and his head was feeling rotten. Not to mention his wallet. Christ, he must have blown about thirty dollars on their goddamn second-rate drinks! What a stupid ass I am, he kept telling himself as he bleakly considered what he'd say to his wife. He knew it was nearly midnight and that she had been waiting all this time without a word from him, not knowing what had happened.
When she'd opened the door, he had been prepared for anger, abuse, a tantrum. But not for concern and worry. Now he'd blown it completely with his crude answer.
"You goddamn bastard!" June screamed vehemently, not caring which of her neighbors might be listening. "How dare you come home at this hour of the night and in a state like this?"
Her eyes were blazing and her rage was registered plainly on her distorted face.
Don pushed his way past her and strode into the living room.
"You've a right to talk!" he snarled bitterly, "screaming like a witch at the front door. What'll the neighbors think?"
"I don't give a damn what the neighbors think, and neither do you apparently. Well, what excuse have you got? I'll be pretty anxious to hear what kept you out till midnight on our anniversary!"
"Mind your own fucking business! I'm a free agent ... I don't have to report my comings and goings to you! You're not my keeper!"
"No, but by God I'm your wife! And I've a right to know where you've been. I've been worried sick about you and all the time you've been boozing it up in some sleazy dive!"
"Yeah, celebrating our ten glorious years of marriage!"
His contemptuously sarcastic tone chilled her to the marrow.
"Yes, it's been a real party for me these last ten years, waiting around for you to grow up! Only it hasn't happened yet and I doubt if it ever will!"
"What do you mean by that?"
"What do I mean? I'll tell you...." June's voice was icy calm and belied her tumultuous feelings inside. "You know what you are? A perennial college boy ... Still right there on campus, ogling the sophomores, sneaking beer into the dorm, slipping off to gang-bang a whore with your buddies...."
It was then that he hit her.
It was a reflex action and he didn't know what he was doing until he saw her reeling backwards on the sofa. But he couldn't take her jeering assessment of him any longer. It wasn't true ... she was being unfair. Just because he still liked to meet his old college buddies, have a drink or do a little bowling ... that didn't mean he was immature. They were normal male activities. Nothing wrong in that!
June stared at him with hate in her eyes, her jaw and cheek stinging from his blow. She knew she shouldn't have said those things to him, but they were true. Sure, that had been part of his attraction for her initially ... his boyish good looks and his youthful enthusiasm for everything. But sometimes ... if only he were a little more mature. Now she had spoken her mind for the first time in years and look what happened.
"Honey, I'm sorry. I guess I lost my head."
"Stay away from me!" she hissed venomously, cowering away from him.
He could feel the hatred emanating from her body and it kindled something cruel and implacable inside him.
His eyes narrowed and a dull angry flush suffused his cheeks. He'd had enough. She had told him what she really thought of him and now she was acting as if he was dirt.
"All right, I've had enough of your little game. Just because I'm a little late for some lousy dinner ... "
"A LITTLE late-"
"And you're a shitty cook anyway! But we'll celebrate all the same. Go get me a drink and make it quick!"
"You're drunk already!"
"I said go get me a drink!"
"Get it yourself! I'm not your slave!"
Infuriated beyond control, the enraged husband sprang at her and grabbed her long brown hair. Then he pulled her toward the liquor cabinet, ignoring her cries of pain.
"Fix me a Scotch on the rocks before I break every bone in your body!"
June hesitated, quivering in his cruel grip. Then she decided to comply. It was the easiest thing to do. Her husband was in such a fury that if she objected too much, he might really get rough. She poured him his drink and silently handed it to him.
"Well, here's to us, the happily married couple!" He raised his glass exaggeratedly in the air and then proceeded to down the contents in one gulp.
He had released his wife by this time and June was wondering if she should slip away into the bathroom until he had cooled down. But she wasn't quick enough.
"Now, honey, it's time for my anniversary present," he said drunkenly and June's thoughts flew to the set of Executive Monopoly she had bought for him. It was his favorite game and this particular set was a new, more complicated approach. Some anniversary this was!
"Get your clothes off, baby and give me a real treat!"
"You're crazy!" June spat back.
"I said get your goddamned clothes off before I tear them off!"
"What are you going to do?"
"Now what do you think? After ten years of married life, what do you think I'm going to do?"
"If you think I'm going to let you-"
"You don't have to 'think' and you don't have to 'let me'. I've got my rights as your husband, don't forget!"
"You're disgusting ... an ... an animal!"
"Well, well, well! So I'm an animal! And what does that make you? A bitch?"
June flinched from his taunting words. Oh God, what was happening, and what had she got herself into? She ought to have kept her mouth shut when he'd come home and then none of this would have happened. But where was it going to end?
"Listen, baby, take your clothes off and do it quick!"
His voice had changed. It was no longer just the voice of a drunken rage. It was colder, more insistent and infinitely more menacing.
Don watched as she stripped off her clothes with frightened, careless movements. So completely different from Wanda, who had made a real art of it. Wanda! He knew that she had cast a real spell over him and he couldn't stop thinking about her. He had to figure out some way of seeing her again ... really seeing her. Just to watch her on the stage with all those other guys was not enough. She held a complete fascination for him and already she had come to embody the personification of woman. At least as he envisioned her.
June stood there trembling in her white nylon brassiere and panties. Don was so strangely silent that she didn't know what to say or do next. And he was staring at her so fixedly.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" he barked suddenly. "For the last time, get naked!"
Mortified, June began to remove her last protection. Reluctantly she unclasped her brassiere and let her fearfully heaving breasts swing free, and then she eased her brief panties down over her hips and long slender legs until she finally stood there naked before him.
The scared young brunette couldn't bring herself to look at her glowering husband. She felt more ashamed and humiliated than she had ever been in her life and, as well as that, she was waiting with trepidation for her drunken husband's next move.
She was of medium height, with a slender but well-proportioned body, yet Don thought that compared with Wanda, she looked slight and almost insignificant. The long glossy brown hair that he had always admired seemed drab and dull compared with the stripper's golden tresses, and he wished with all his heart that it were the glamorous blonde who stood naked in front of him. The second striptease show had afforded him only another brief glimpse of her voluptuous naked body, but it had been enough to inflame him even more with lascivious desire for her. And now he felt his wife to be a poor substitute.
"Why don't you get on with it?" June said resignedly, unable to bear the silence any longer.
"I can tell you're really looking forward to fucking," her husband sneered, as he stumbled closer to her.
Unconsciously, June cringed backward, unable to stand the thought of his hands on her trembling naked body. Her gesture of disgust was not lost on Don and his anger flared into a raging flame of violence again.
"Come here, you goddamn bitch ... I'll show you who's boss around here!"
He pulled her roughly up against him and ground his mouth down on hers in a tight demanding kiss. June struggled wildly in his unwelcome embrace, her fists hammering against his hard-muscled chest.
"By Christ, I'll teach you," he gasped as he flung her face downward on the sofa. His pride had been mortally wounded and now his anger was uncontrollable. His only thought was to punish the woman who had humiliated him by puncturing his ego.
June's body was wracked with helpless sobs. Fear convulsed her and her heart was hammering in her chest. She knew that she ought to do something to placate him, but she couldn't bring herself to try it. Anyway it probably wouldn't work-it was too late for that. He was in an ugly unpredictable mood and a lot of it was her own fault.
Oh God, why didn't I leave well enough alone? she moaned inwardly as she quivered in panic-stricken apprehension. Her heart nearly stopped when she felt his hard clawing hands on her body again. They kneaded her flesh roughly, running along her sides and dropping to the smoothly rounded half-moons of her buttocks.
The liquor-inflamed husband began to knead the flaccid nether cheeks, pulling them crudely apart, straining the dark trembling crevice unbearably. His wife's moans of fear and pain only incensed him further, banishing any tenderness that was in danger of creeping into his anger-deranged brain.
He could only see this woman as his enemy and he was determined to subdue her, to put her in her place for the hurt she had caused him.
A deep ache gnawed incessantly at his loins, left over from the vibrant urgency of his desire for the lovely blonde stripper a few hours earlier. His cock felt as if it were on fire and his testicles felt heavy and full. His hands kneaded her quivering flesh furiously while his brain became more and more inflamed with lustful anger and lewd desire. Lewdly he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, all the way to her wetly shivering cunt, and she pulled back instinctively from his unwanted touch as his fingers tightened even harder on her quivering pussy-flesh.
"Keep still and take what's coming to you...."
June heard him fumbling with the zipper of his fly and a surge of terror shuddered through her. Oh God, he's really going to go through with it!
"Please, Don darling, let's talk about-"
"It's too damn late for that," he snarled viciously, "now's the time for action...."
Pulling out the throbbing length of his fully erect penis, the revenge-minded husband guided it towards the cringing split between her satin-smooth ass-cheeks. The huge bulbous head was flushed purple with the suppressed blood of his lascivious desire, and as he trailed it along the moist dark crevice, a chill of forbidden pleasure lurched through his liquor-sodden body.
I'II show her who wears the pants in this house ... perennial college boy, hah! ... I'll teach her that it's no college boy she's dealing with....
His middle finger began to circle luridly around the crinkled hairless opening of her anus and his eyes bulged with perverted excitement as he stared at the tiny brown orifice. He began to prod at it, jabbing his finger against its rubbery resisting surface.
"Oh please stop, Don ... don't do that." June begged, outraged beyond belief at what he was doing to her.
But her plea was like a green light to the young angered husband and without further hesitation he rammed his middle finger into the tightly clenched ring.
But Don was oblivious to her cries as he screwed harder into the dark tight passage, feeling the ridged inner membrane closing in like a rubber band around his intruding finger. Desperately June tried to wriggle her impaled buttocks free of his finger, but her every frantic movement only served to allow him deeper illicit entry into her forbidden depths.
Shame surged through the debased wife and her face crimsoned from the realization of what her husband was doing to her. He's ... he's gone crazy, she told herself again and again and it was her only consolation. Nothing else could explain his obscene gesture ... something she had never dreamed he'd ever do to her.
Christ, it's really tight, Don thought as he finally began to withdraw his finger from her virginal rectum. His cock was now pounding heavily, the surface flushed and quivering and little pinpricks of licentious pleasure were stabbing at his feverish flesh. His whisky-soaked brain urged him on to put into practice the salacious thoughts which were fermenting in his deepest consciousness and he was filled with uncontrollable bravado. All he wanted to do was to subjugate his wife in the most debased way possible, to make her realize that she had underestimated him completely.
June crouched on the sofa in an agony of fear, the pain in her ravaged rectum burning throughout her loins. She didn't know what her husband intended to do to her ... nameless imaginings tried to surface in her dazed brain but she extinguished them. It was better not to think about anything, but just try to bear whatever humiliation he was bent on heaping on her.
Once again she felt his hands crawling over her trembling buttocks and felt them being pulled and forced apart cruelly.
"Oh please, Don, you're hurting me...."
Her husband smiled sadistically, his lips drawn taut over his strong white teeth.
"Nothing like I'm going to, though...."
June's blood ran cold and her heart nearly stopped. What did he mean? What punishment had he in mind for her?
Then she felt the unmistakable contact of his hard spongy cock-head against her finger-spread ass-cheeks and a chill of paralyzing horror ran through her vulnerably pinioned body.
Oh dear God, no, surely he can't be thinking of that ... it isn V human ... he'll kill me....
Don positioned his massively swollen cock at the tiny shivering aperture of his wife's anus and he felt perversely exhilarated at the sight of the appalling difference in circumference. He flexed his hips forward in an exploratory nudging and he heard his defenseless wife whimper with new pain.
"Oh please don't, Don ... don't do this to me...."
"Quit whining, bitch ... the time has come for you to pay for all your insults...."
"But please, darling, not this way...."
"Why not this way? Getting fucked in the ass is the only way to deal with someone like you!"
Oh God, then he is going to do that ... Oh, someone help me ... he'll split me in two....
His eyes nearly popping out of his head with sadistic pleasure, the young husband tightened his savage grip on his wife's hips and surged forward with all the strength of his pent-up anger.
"AAAARRRRHHHHHHHHHHHH ... OH GOD, STOP...." June cried out agonizingly as a sheet of blinding pain enveloped her. Desperately she tried to pull her imprisoned buttocks down and away from the savage attack, but escape was impossible. She was a slavish victim to her husband's cruelty and there was nothing or nobody to save her from this awful outrage.
"Aaarrgggghhhhh!!!!! Aaaaaahhhhhh ... nooooooooo...." she sobbed piteously as her husband thrust hard against her futilely resisting anus. Pain exploded in blinding bursts throughout her distorted body and she suddenly wished she could die, anything to be spared from this terrible crime that he was so wantonly perpetrating on her.
Don's face was flushed from his exertions and he was beginning to think that he could never storm the barricade of her virginal rectum. But he couldn't admit defeat. Summoning up his strength, he charged forward like a rampaging bull and finally succeeded in embedding his blood-bloated cock-head in the tight, clinging opening.
"Oh God, you're killing me ... you're going to split me in two...." June moaned helplessly as she felt her rectum cleaved by the ruthless penetration of her husband's lust-engorged penis.
"Quit moving ... and for Christ's sake, stop whining...." Don gasped between clenched teeth as he strove to insert more and more of his passion-hardened penis in her warm rubbery rectal depths. He hadn't realized it would be quite this difficult to fuck her in the ass. Still he was glad he'd decided to because he knew it was really hurting her and it would amply pay her back for her insults and abuse. He was hurting her now just the way she had hurt him not half an hour ago. He knew deep down that he shouldn't have spent the evening at the Club Oasis, mesmerized by that blonde stripper, but if she had given him a chance he would have made things right for her.
June felt as if she'd be crippled for life. Her loins were on fire with the pain and she was sure her rectum was torn and bleeding. But her physical lacerations were nothing to the anguish she was suffering mentally. She felt bathed in shame and degradation, sure she could never look the world in the face again-and all because of her husband's brutal temper and perverted instinct. He was acting like some kind of animal and making her the defenseless victim of his illicit desire.
Never in all her life had she dreamed of such a thing happening to her. And on her wedding anniversary, of all times. They should by rights be lying warmly in each others arms now, satiated with tender love-making. Instead, she was broken with pain and misery, ravaged in a savage sadistic way by her drunken bestial husband.
"Oh dear Lord, why can't you leave me alone?" she moaned aloud, tears running in streams down her cheeks.
Don heard her sobs and felt intoxicated with the evidence of his masculine power. Inch by inch he was succeeding in sinking his blood-heavy cock up into her sorely stretched back passage. He could feel the bruised inner flesh slowly giving way to his superior strength and in a few moments, it would be all the way in!
"Aaahhhhhh ... it's all the way into your asshole now!" he gasped triumphantly as the sperm-laden sac of his balls slapped wetly against the cheeks of her helplessly upturned buttocks.
June cringed from his obscene words as much as from the overwhelming pain of his complete impalement. She was past caring now anyway. It was no use resisting. Struggles were futile against his liquor-goaded power and nothing could turn him from his lascivious desire, she realized. She could only endure the mortification he was heaping on her, just as she had to bear the terrible pain he was causing her by his unnatural penetration of her rectum.
Don held his lust-inflated cock inside her for a moment, feeling triumphantly victorious, excited by the sight of his wife completely powerless against his wishes. He had subjugated her and now she knew who was boss. He had degraded her in a way which she'd never forget and because of it he could always maintain his superiority over her.
He began to withdraw his long hard cock, easing it slowly out of the still dry passage, wringing fresh moans of pain from his defenseless wife. When just the lust-bloated head was still embedded in the tight sphincteral ring, he rammed forward again, this time regardless of her futile resistance. A tiny amount of inner secretions helped him to establish a slow laborious rhythm as he began to fuck in and out of her ass with savage brutish strokes.
"Well now, Miss know it all, how do you like this coming from a college-boy?" His voice was taunting and for the first time June realized fully how she had wounded him with her careless angry remarks. She had attributed his sadistic act to the drinks he'd taken all evening when he'd been out, but now it was obvious that her own reaction to his behavior had a lot to do with this final outrage.
"You think you're such hot shit," he panted raggedly, "now maybe this fucking you're getting in the asshole will bring you down to the level of the rest of us...."
He's wrong, he's wrong, she thought miserably. I don't act superior, I don't ... it's not fair....
Don continued to batter against her upraised buttocks, sweeping her thighs aside with each flesh-splitting instroke. His churning balls weighed heavily against her bottom and her entire body was wracked with unbearable pain. Oh God, will it never end ... Even though the "end" would mean him spurting his white hot sperm into her forbidden depths, she still wanted it to happen so that she could be free of him. So that he would release her from this hell on earth. Then she'd decide what to do, how to pay him back ... in fact, whether she would leave him for good. She didn't think she could bring herself to even look at him after this disgusting act, never mind go on living with him. But she'd work all that out, just as soon as this terrible ordeal was over.
Don felt all his anger and passion and lust converging on the tingling center of his balls. His head was filled with a strange roaring and he felt as if his blood was cascading hotly through his veins.
"Move that goddamn ass of yours...." he commanded roughly as he pounded against her sorely strained backside in a fiercely gathering momentum. Already he could feel the tumultuous churning in his balls give way to a volcanic rumbling and then....
"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhh ... I'm cumming ... shove your ass back, for Chrissakes...."
He was cumming in her ass! The hot sticky fluid of his sperm shot along the jerking tube of his cock and erupted in a roiling torrent in the raw, seared depths of her helplessly flooded rectum.
June flinched from the burning pain of the salty liquid as it seeped into her torn back passage and flowed into the secret forbidden recesses of her bowels. This then was the final ultimate insult and she closed her eyes tightly in a futile effort to block out the sickening reality.
She was utterly degraded now by her husband's depravity and nothing would erase the memory of these shameful moments. She could still feel her husband pumping into her from behind and hear his labored, grunt-like breathing as he emptied his last into her forever stretched rectum. She would never be the same again and she was sure she could never forgive Don for what he had done to her. Although she was the helpless victim, he had destroyed her self-respect and ruined the sanctity of their marriage. In fact, nothing would be the same again. An outrage such as his uncaring assault on her rectum was against everything she had ever believed in-he had swept aside all her life-long concepts in a single drunken act.
With a gasp of heartfelt relief, she realized that his rapidly deflating penis was at last slipping from her cum-flooded rectum, and moments later, she heard her husband trudge heavily off toward the bedroom. She was alone again and gratefully she slipped down onto the living room floor, too dejected and beaten in spirit to do anything but be thankful for the end of her ordeal.
CHAPTER THREE
"Shove off, buddy, or I'll call the cops," the doorman said aggressively, hunching his shoulders in a menacing, way.
"Look mister, I only want to find out where Miss Wallace lives. That's not a crime, is it?"
Don stared mutely at the bad-tempered man who refused to divulge any information about the blonde stripper other than the fact that tonight was her night off.
"I was here last night ... don't you remember, I got in free because I was a friend of Wanda's...."
"Well, you're not getting in free tonight. Five dollars and that includes the first drink!"
Don was dejected. There didn't seem any way of making the doorman speak and yet he must have an idea where the lovely blonde lived. Then he thought of something.
"Listen, buddy, you know I'm a friend of Wanda's," he said slyly, reaching into his back pocket and unobtrusively extracting a ten-dollar bill. The doorman's eyes lit up when he saw the money and the expression on his face changed.
"Come to think of it," he drawled, cleverly accepting the outstretched bill without making it too obvious, "I do seem to recall you arriving here last night with Wanda. I'm sure she wouldn't mind a little visit from you over where she lives in the Wanderly Apartments on Bissell Street."
"Thanks a lot, pal," Don shouted as he hurried away from the club. He knew where the street was and when he got there, he'd ask someone where the apartment building was.
He felt elated as he started the car. The day had been such a grim black one for him that he couldn't believe that his luck was changing. It was the thought of going home and facing his wife June that had decided him to visit the Oasis Club again tonight. He had been bitterly disappointed when he discovered that Wanda was not working tonight, especially when the doorman proved so uncooperative. Disappointed, that is, until he thought of the obvious solution.
He knew it was crazy to go visit the blonde like this, but he couldn't help himself. What if she had someone there with her? He thought of phoning her first, but was afraid that she'd tell him not to come. Besides her number wasn't listed and he didn't feel like wrangling that out of the doorman as well. He honestly didn't know what reaction he expected from the glamorous stripper. All he knew was that he wanted to see her again.
Going home was such a bleak prospect. June had been silent and stony-faced this morning when she poured the coffee, and he really couldn't blame her. What he had done was terrible. Unforgivable. But somehow he didn't feel like apologizing. He looked upon it as a form of groveling, and if he did that, June would feel like she had the upper hand again. And he didn't want that to happen. He wanted her to realize that what happened was her fault as well as his and he felt that if he left her stew for a few days, this result would be accomplished.
Now he felt he was justified in paying a visit to the delectable blonde. After all, it was just a friendly, informal call ... what harm was there in that?
Turning into Bissell Street he kept his eyes skinned for her apartment building. It was an old residential street but he did notice a pre-war apartment building of only four stories and knew instinctively that it was The Wanderly. He pulled as close to it as he could and saw the name on a small ornate fountain which wasn't working. He found a parking place close by and then hurried to the front door.
"W. Wallace" lived on the top floor and Don buzzed her doorbell. After a few moments, her voice sounded crackling on the intercom.
"It's me, Don Ryder ... remember I gave you a lift yesterday and-"
"Oh Don! Come right up!"
Immediately the buzzer sounded and Don pushed open the inner door. He decided to take the stairs because by now he was feeling just a little nervous. She didn't seem surprised, he thought consolingly, maybe she's glad to see me....
The door of her apartment was slightly ajar, Don noticed when he finally reached the fourth floor, panting slightly.
Wanda heard him and came out on the landing.
"Don, it's so nice of you to call," she said effusively, welcoming him into her apartment. She was wearing a long leopard print negligee and her golden hair hung attractively around her face. She wore hardly any make-up and Don realized again how stunningly beautiful she was.
Her apartment, or at least what he saw of it was striking. The paneled walls were painted a glossy bright red, relieved only by a splash of white here and there. The upholstery was a busy print, mostly red, and there was a big sofa, in the same print but covered by a furry blanket. Piled on top of it were masses of cushions in all shapes and designs. But the vibrant red of the color scheme held the whole room together and Don was conscious at once of the enveloping sensuality of the comfortable-looking room.
"Sit down and make yourself at home. What'll you have? A Scotch?"
Don agreed and sat down on the fur afghan.
"How did you get my address?" Wanda inquired as she poured the drinks.
"I had to bulldoze the doorman into giving it to me. He wasn't going to, either, until I slipped him a ten-spot!"
"Good old Sam! He was trying to protect me," Wanda laughed, handing him his drink.
"How did you like the show? I saw you there ... both times!"
"It was fabulous, Wanda," Don said earnestly, "what I mean is, you were fantastic. The rest were just okay!"
"Thank you, Don. I'm glad you enjoyed my little act."
Wanda crossed her legs gracefully and her negligee fell away to reveal a smooth expanse of shapely white thigh. Immediately Don's eyes n r dropped to the alluring sight and he felt a familiar tightening in his loins. God, what has this broad got that she does this to me?
"But ... I was surprised. I mean, I thought you were a singer ... or something!"
"You mean you didn't guess I was a stripper? I thought it was obvious!" Wanda's voice sounded a little cynical and Don hastened to assure her.
"Honest, I didn't. You don't look like a ... a ... burlesque queen!"
Wanda laughed. She was beginning to enjoy herself. She had been mildly surprised to discover who her visitor was. But more from the realization that he had discovered her address than anything else. He was obviously infatuated with her and this pleased her. Not that she didn't have all the guys she wanted falling all over her, but this one was different. He seemed really in earnest and looked up to her as if she were some kind of a goddess ... which was nearly the same thing as a queen, she smiled wryly.
"You must have gotten home pretty late last night. What did your wife say?"
"H-how did you know I was married?"
"Because you look like a married man," she retorted, but when she saw his crestfallen look, she amended quickly, "Besides, a handsome guy like you couldn't still be single."
Don brightened again, despite the thought which returned to him of what had happened last night. He couldn't tell this lovely near-stranger that he had lost his temper with his wife last night and had fucked her in the ass. What would she think of him?
"Wasn't Blaze fantastic? I think that gal's really got potential!"
"She wasn't nearly as good as you," Don said sincerely, remembering how he had been disappointed in the redhead whose act followed Wanda's.
"Maybe, but she hasn't been at the game as long as I have, either. We're working up a little act together that we'll try out sometime soon. You'll have to come and see it and give me your verdict."
Don felt a thrill of excitement course through' him. At least she wanted to see him again. She actually said so. Of course he'd go see her new act, although he couldn't imagine what it would be. He'd go see her perform every night if he could but that was out of the question.
"It really was sweet of you to help me out yesterday," Wanda said, putting her glass down on the small lacquered table. "I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't come along."
"Some other guy would have helped you out, you can be sure of that. But I'm glad I was there on the spot," he replied casually, the whiskey calming his nerves and giving him confidence.
"Otherwise I'd never have met you, and what a loss that would be!"
"Would it really?"
Wanda's eyes had softened suddenly and she moved over to where he was sitting, and sat down beside him, very close. So close he could feel the pulsing of her faintly scented flesh through the thin fabric of her robe. His heart began to pound and the blood rushed roaring to his head.
"Y-yes, it would ... I think you're ... you're fabulous, Wanda," he blurted, blushing like a schoolboy.
"I think you're pretty nice yourself," she smiled, and then reaching out, she touched the burning bulge of his awakening cock with her long tapering fingers!
Don jerked back as if he had received an electric shock. His mouth dropped open and his eyes widened as he stared at the alluring woman who was sitting so close to him. He thought for a brief moment that he had imagined her dynamic touch. But he hadn't, because her hand was still lightly squeezing the swollen expanse of his trembling penis.
Blushing like a schoolboy, he stared dumbly at the beautiful older woman.
"Do you like my hand on your prick?" she asked, her shapely mouth parted in a provocative smile.
"Y-yes, I do ... I mean ... we shouldn't...."
The excruciating pressure increased on his throbbing penis and he thought he'd jump right out of the sofa from the wild jolts as if it had expanded out of all proportion and was already pressing uncomfortably against the confines of his pants.
"Mmmmmmmm ... I can feel it getting nice and big already," she murmured, her eyes half-closed in excitement.
"Wanda, we shouldn't...." Don began, not knowing what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell her to stop, because it wasn't right that he should be sitting here with the magnificent stripper fondling his cock like that. But what the hell did you come here for? A taunting voice flashed in his consciousness and he tried to deny it. I didn't mean anything like this to happen; I only came here to see her and to talk to her....
Talk! his conscience jeered. II that's the case, tell her to stop right now ... better still, get up and leave....
Don's brain was reeling. No, I don't really want her to stop, and I don't want to leave. I want to stay here forever!
His entire body was shaking from the stabs of pleasure shooting through him, spreading out to the tips of his fingers. I like her hand on my cock ... I like it ... I don't want her to take it away....
"Let me take it out now ... it's getting so big it'll burst right through your pants soon...."
Pulling down the zipper, Wanda reverently extracted his pounding cock and it jerked out already fully erect.
The entranced young husband moaned through passion-clenched teeth at the soft cool touch of her fingers on his tingling flesh, and he lay back ecstatically against the gaily colored cushions.
"Oh Christ, Wanda, keep stroking it ... your hand feels fabulous...."
Wanda smiled down at the desire-aroused young man. She was really glad he'd come to visit her now. He was so good for her ego. He was almost worshipful and that kind of adoration always gave her a big kick. And now she was going to do something for him by way of a little thank-you for his good turn yesterday.
"I'd like to suck your cock, Don honey," she droned huskily. "Would you like me to kiss and lick it until you cum in my mouth?"
A lascivious shiver of excitement coursed through him as he listened to her obscene words. Suck his cock! His brain began to spin at the very suggestion. To feel his lust-engorged penis between those warm velvety lips ... to bury it in her moistly welcoming mouth ... it was like some unattainable, stupendous dream! But that was what she said! She said she wanted to kiss it, to make him climax and pour his boiling sperm down her throat!
"Christ Wanda, I don't know...." The words tumbled unwanted out of his mouth. He did know, but somehow he couldn't stop thinking about June at home, miserable and humiliated. It wasn't right....
"If you're worrying about your wife, don't," Wanda advised, correctly reading his mind. "This is just a little matter between you and me. Let's say that I am returning the favor I owe you...."
Don knew he couldn't resist any longer. He didn't want to anyway, and what Wanda was saying was right. It was just between the two of them. June need never know. Besides the way she felt about him at the moment, Don was sure he could run off with another woman and his wife wouldn't give a damn!
"I'd love to put your lovely big prick in my mouth, Don baby, and suck and lick it until it explodes ... drink all your lovely sperm ... drain you dry with my mouth...."
As she continued her lewd monotone, her lovely sensual face moved closer to the pounding length of his penis jutting up from between his legs, until he could feel her warm breath on its sensitively squirming surface. Her eyes were bright and glazed with lust and she was running the tip of her pink tongue over her glistening lips. Christ ... she was going to suck his cock! The beautiful blonde stripper was actually going to....
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh ... Oh God, Wanda...."
He moaned with sensual ecstasy at the first searing touch of her moist warm tongue on his burning penis. Shivers of unbearable excitement tumbled through him and he thought his blood-inflated member would burst from the sensations of mounting lust which were rippling through it. Her tongue continued to swirl and lick expertly at the hotly pulsating length, dipping under and over the hot swollen flesh. It played along the webbed underside and then darted up to graze beneath the flaring head, making it burgeon with new excited passion.
"Mmmmmmmmmmnnnnn ... uuuggghhh nnnnnn...." Don couldn't control the groans which emanated from his lips any more than he could control the shudders which convulsed his body and made him jerk spasmodically against Wanda's pleasure-giving tongue.
"I can see you like it, Don honey," Wanda purred, flicking her smoky eyes over his twitching body. "Now I'm going to take it completely inside my mouth. You'll really dig that...."
Don drew in his breath sharply and couldn't help looking down in surprised pleasure when he saw her open her mouth wide and then enclose the hard rubbery head of his cock between her wet clinging lips. She had taken his cock into her mouth! Wanda was sucking his penis!
"Oh Christ, baby, my prick feels fabulous in your mouth...." he gasped raggedly as he tried to force his pulsing rod farther up into her rhythmically sucking mouth. The sight of her full red lips ovaled around his thrusting cock added to his tumultuous pleasure and he thought he had never seen a more provocatively exciting sight. Her face was mirrored with sensual interest and she was completely engrossed in the lewd task which she was obviously enjoying. June would never do anything like this ... he thought resentfully, and especially not now after what I did to her. She thinks I'm some kind of heathen, a primitive savage ... But Wanda doesn't ... she treats me like a man ... a real masculine man....
"Jesus, Wanda, it feels incredible ... but ... but take more of it in your mouth ... I want you to suck and lick all of it...."
His hoarse voice sounded lewd even to his own ears and wonderingly he saw that Wanda slid her lewdly rounded mouth further along the quivering length until the spongy head was pressing against her larynx. She'll choke ... she can't take any more of it ... he thought, ashamed now of his lascivious demand. But still she accepted his massive rod of flesh between her lips, until her mouth was only millimeters away from the sturdy base buried in dark wiry pubic curls. Her hand reached up and began to massage his churning balls with gentle squeezing motions, making his still-growing penis expand until he thought it would burst. Her warm moist mouth formed heated sensual pressure on his squirming flesh and her cheeks worked continuously as she pumped and sucked on his rigid shaft.
"God Wanda, no one can suck cock like you do...." he murmured as he felt her agile tongue dip into the tiny glans opening at the tip, drawing out the small bead of premature cum which lurked there.
The adulterous husband's head was whirling around and his body felt wet and clammy. The warm welcoming walls of the red room revolved around him and he felt as if he was back in some kind of sexually scintillating womb. His breath was coming in ragged gasps now and his pelvis was jerking forward with quickening movements, wanting this incredible sensation to go on forever but knowing it couldn't. His seething sperm was gathering in his writhing balls, kneaded frenziedly by Wanda's pummeling hand and he knew that he had to find release soon.
His hands reached down and tangled in the soft golden locks of the strip star's hair and he pushed her face down farther on his pounding penis. Her beautifully even features were flushed and her translucent skin was shiny, but Don thought she had never looked more beautiful.
"Oh Lord, Wanda darling, I can't hold out much longer ... I'm going to cum right in your mouth!"
Wanda felt a little ripple of excitement tremor through her and she could feel the frantic pulsating of Don's bursting cock. This was the moment she most enjoyed ... when he would flood her mouth with his hot churning sperm. Just like many other men had done before him. Only this time it was different because it would be the first occasion for her to taste this man's tangy cum and she could hardly wait....
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh ... Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm cumming!"
A tremendous shudder convulsed the tormented young husband's body and then he sensed the overwhelming eruption in the depths of his balls. The hot raging semen rushed upward along the jerking length of his cock and finally spewed into Wanda's hungrily waiting mouth. Forcing himself to open his eyes, he watched the gorgeous blonde as she gulped greedily on his wet sticky fluid. Her cheeks hollowed and filled as she swallowed it all, and her eyes were glazed over with sensual pleasure. She was enjoying drinking his cum just as much as he was enjoying spurting it between her full red lips. Her hand still pumped mechanically on his emptying balls as if she was trying to extract the last drop from their secret cavern.
"Oh Christ, baby, keep sucking ... keep sucking my prick...."
His body continued to shiver and tremble from the sensations of pure animal lust which were cavorting through him as he kept on ejaculating into her eagerly receptive mouth. At last, his wet steaming penis began to deflate and finally slipped harmlessly from between her still clinging lips. He lay back against the comfortable fur, his breath coming in heavy pants, his eyes closed. He had come close to heaven ... he didn't want to leave it yet for a while.
But he was supremely conscious of Wanda close to him, her warm pulsating body radiating excitement. At last he opened his eyes.
"Well, I guess you have repaid the so-called favor in full," he said as she beamed happily down at him.
"That may be, but the evening's long yet ... and you don't have anywhere to go, do you?"
Sparks of forbidden pleasure played deep in his loins at the voluptuous blonde stripper's suggestive words. He thought of June and abruptly banished the image of his lovely dark-haired wife from his mind. No, he didn't have anywhere to go for the moment ... he could stay right here....
"No, I'm as free as the wind," he drawled, his desire making him bold as he reached for her sensually curved body, "and I guess it's time for me to do something good for you...."
"Honey, with a big strong prick like you've got, I can think of plenty good things you can do for me...."
CHAPTER FOUR
"...A real happily married couple...." Her husband's sneering words as he made his toast last night echoed around in June's head as she sat staring at the glass of champagne she had poured for herself. "Ten glorious years of marriage!" That's what he said he'd been celebrating when he came home drunk close to midnight last night. She could recall clearly the bitterness and sarcasm with which Don had spitted out the words and realized that at the moment she felt the same.
She took a sip of the sparkling liquid, recalling how she had bought it to go with the special dinner she'd cooked yesterday. A real celebration for their anniversary. A day which had culminated in her being raped anally by her savagely drunk husband. The perfect ending to ten "glorious" years of marital bliss. But they've been good years ... a small voice insisted and she had to agree. They had their ups and downs, but then, who didn't?
She felt her rather serious outlook on life complemented Don's boyish exuberance and that they were a pretty well balanced pair. Of course, she would like Don to grow up a little ... not enough to tarnish his contagious enthusiams for life, but just enough to shoulder some of the responsibility.
As she sipped her solitary glass of champagne, the unhappy young wife tried to look at the bright side of their marriage, but her thoughts kept returning to the horror filled minutes of last night when Don had brutally assaulted her. If she lived to be a hundred, she'd never forget that night. Her body still ached from his unnatural ravagement and her brain still cringed at the memory of the mortification she had suffered.
As she poured a second glass of the bubbly, her face burned as she remembered how he hadn't said a word about his shameful behavior this morning before he left for work. She had expected some kind of apology; anything at all would have sufficed, even the briefest word. Then she might have been able to accept her part in the shameful episode and they would both have forgiven and forgotten.
Instead, he had acted as if nothing had happened and had gone blithely off to work. Well, she'd had just about enough. She wasn't going to be a doormat any longer. He'd have to learn that she was a force to be reckoned with and that she was going to extract her pound of flesh from him for what he'd done. She had abandoned all thoughts of separation or divorce in the cold light of morning, but she was determined not to forget the degradation he had heaped on her. Yes, she'd make him pay for what he'd done to her ... he'd live to regret his brutish action....
She began to feel lightheaded as soon as she finished the second glass, but knew that she wanted another. The sparkling drink chased away her misery and gave her fighting spirit which was exactly what she needed!
She poured herself a third glass, telling herself that this was definitely the last. She noticed that her hand trembled slightly, but she convinced herself it was due to nerves. Besides, what am I saving the bottle for? she asked herself, as she clumsily raised the fine crystal glass.
"Here's to me...." she slurred, "and to my darling husband of ten years ... whose anniversary present was ... to bugger me!"
She sipped the champagne and then giggled. I'm drunk ... but who gives a damn....
At that moment, the doorbell rang.
June was startled out of her dizziness and stared in mounting surprise towards the front door. Who the hell can that be? She was still in her robe, which she had tossed over her nightdress, and her feet were pushed into fluffy pink mules.
It rang again, this time more insistently. Oh for heavens' sake, she thought irritably, as she moved towards the door. She felt fuzzy and uncoordinated and hoped that it was someone who had got the wrong house.
A handsome, well dressed man stood there on the doorstep when she flung the door open.
"Good morning, Mrs. Ryder," he said cheerfully, smiling amiably at her.
"W-who are you?" she asked in amazement, not recognizing him at all.
"I'm Harry Cameron ... may I come in and talk to you for a few minutes. In fact, I have something for you...."
June watched as he produced an attractively marked box from behind his back, and while she was still hesitating, he stepped into the vestibule.
"I guess you might as well come into the living room," she said vaguely as she lead the way. I wish I hadn't drunk so much of that goddamn champagne, she thought ruefully. Maybe some coffee will help....
Cameron declined coffee and when she brought hers back into the living room, he had unwrapped the "something" he had for her. It was a beautiful casserole, in oven-to-table pottery. It was a beige color with an attractive olive green flower motif.
"It's beautiful ... but what do I have to do to get it?" Now that some of the champagne induced fogginess had cleared, she realized that Cameron was a salesman and that she hadn't heard all his story.
"Actually, it's free, absolutely free!"
"If I buy what?" she said shrewdly.
Cameron sighed heavily.
"And I thought I'd sell the very last one. But it looks as if I was mistaken!"
"Sell what, for heavens' sake?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Sure I do. Now that you're here and wasting my time, I might as well hear all your spiel before I tell you to get going!"
"What a way to make a living," Harry groaned. "Nothing but abuse wherever I go-"
He stopped when he saw June's lovely face hardening and knew instinctively that she was in no mood for his sales patter.
"Hold on for a second till I get it from the car," he said as he hurried to the front door.
While he was gone, she examined the "free" gift. It really was just to her taste ... she knew she'd love to have it.
Cameron was back very quickly carrying a large box.
"Actually, it's a complete set in this same pattern. Everything from ramekins to a salmon poacher."
"How much is it?"
"Really for nothing. You won't get value like this anywhere. This is really quality stuff...."
"I said how much?"
Cameron sighed again as he looked at the dark-haired wife. She seemed strangely sullen and yet she was looking at the pottery with obvious interest.
"A hundred and twenty-five ... with five per cent off for cash...."
Cameron glanced slyly out of the corner of his eye at her to see how she'd take the price. But it didn't seem to worry her.
"This is your last set?"
"Yep, the very last. If I sell this one before I go back to Chicago, and I'm due back tonight, I merit a free weekend in La Crosse-for skiing. I'd sure like to get that trip...."
"I'll take it!"
Cameron stared at her in surprise. He had felt with each passing second that this was one sale he'd never make ... but the ill-tempered brunette surprised him.
"You mean you'll buy it ... the whole set?"
"Yes, but I won't by paying cash. I'll have to get installments!"
"Oh that's fine," Cameron assured her hastily. "I've got my book here and we'll just...."
June felt oddly pleased. She really liked the set and she looked on it as a kind of anniversary present to herself. It helped to make up for the shambles of the celebration and was also a way to get back at Don. He'd be furious with her for spending all that money, telling her they didn't really need the pottery.
She signed a check for the deposit and then began to fill out the installment agreement.
"Is it for yourself or for a present?" Cameron inquired politely, still hardly able to believe his luck.
"Both, you might say," June replied as she signed her name with a flourish. "Yesterday was our wedding anniversary and this is a present for me. But now that that's done, how about a little celebration drink? We can toast your trip to La Crosse!"
No wonder she's acting so crazy ... she's been guzzling that bubbly all morning, Cameron thought when he saw the young brunette pour out two glasses from the half-empty bottle. She must be a real lush....
"Here's to a swinging weekend for the carefree salesman," June cried bitterly, "and a shitty weekend for the ten-years-married housewife!"
"Hey, it can't be as bad as all that," Cameron said in a frinedly way. Now that the business of selling was out of the way, he could concentrate on his latest buyer. He saw that she was really quite attractive, although she didn't look too hot right now. As if she'd been crying or something.
That's what you think, brother, she thought, staring at him over the rim of her glass. You 're looking at a gal who not too long ago got fucked in the ass! A handsome guy like you wouldn't know anything about that....
"What'll you do on your free weekend in Wisconsin?" she said out loud.
"Oh, I'll get in some good skiing ... there ought to be some great powder. And maybe I'll meet a gorgeous chick or two...."
"Oh, you're not married?"
"Hell no! Do I look like a poor married slob?"
"No, I guess you don't," June said reflectively as she refilled their glasses. He's very attractive ... he'll probably have a fabulous time at the ski resort ... all those glamorous blondes with their suntans will be after him....
"Hey, take it easy on this stuff," Harry cautioned her. "I've gotta drive all the way back to Chi tonight!"
"Ah yes, from Michigan Avenue to Michigan Avenue! Good old Route 112-the longest street in the world!"
"Yes," Cameron laughed, "but I'll take the expressway. It's a hell of a lot faster!"
"Aaahhh, a dynamic young man, I see...." June said, staring fixedly at him. She hardly knew what she was saying, only that she was acting recklessly. After all, she didn't know this guy at all ... he could be any kind of a creep. He mightn't even be a salesman at all ... maybe he just stole the stuff....
"Do you really think I'm dynamic?" he asked, moving closer to her. He had put down his drink and was watching her every move. He could see that she was intoxicated by all the champagne and that she was in a careless mood. Besides, she was very attractive ... all the more so since she was beginning to let go....
"I ... I was just beginning to think that maybe you were a phony. Not a salesman at all. Maybe a thief, or a murderer...."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, or maybe even a rapist! A sex maniac, who forced his way in here to try and take advantage of me!"
"Would you like that?" Cameron's heart was beating fast as he reached out and circled his arm around the dark-haired young wife. Her eyes were bright and sparkling and her face was flushed in a way that made her look aroused.
"Like what? For you to take advantage of me?" June scrutinized him carefully. "Well, I don't know. You're very handsome, I admit, but ... don't forget I'm a married woman!"
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"Plenty, unfortunately," June exclaimed, pulling away from him. "We might as well finish this bottle, though!"
She poured the remaining champagne into the two glasses and immediately began to sip hers.
She was feeling completely lightheaded but she didn't care. The feeling was such a relief from how she'd been feeling ever since last night. And it felt good to talk easily and freely with someone for a change. She and Don had got out of that habit, and besides he really wasn't too interested in what she had to say anymore.
"How come you and your husband didn't drink this stuff last night?" Harry asked presently.
June found herself flushing. Should she tell him the truth? Or make up some lie? Hell, it wasn't any of his business....
"My husband spent the whole night boozing it up and didn't come home till midnight," she heard herself say with some surprise. She hadn't meant to tell him that ... it just slipped out!
"So you had a row and now you're getting tight to make up for it," Harry said, eyeing her speculatively. Something else must have happened, he guessed shrewdly ... she looks like a gal bent on revenge. I wonder what her old man did to her?
"Well, why not? Especially now that I have such attractive and charming company? It's not often that happens :. . "
Oh God, another bored housewife, Cameron sighed cynically, but suggested aloud, "Why don't you get out more? Maybe get a part-time job or something...."
"A job! That's always the cure suggested for women who are miserable, isn't it?"
Cameron didn't know what to answer. He was beginning to be sorry he had stayed to have the champagne. He just wasn't in the mood for arguments or listening to heart-rending stories of how boorish someone's husband was. He just didn't have time for that sort of bull....
June was beginning to feel pretty disgruntled herself. The salesman's attitude was beginning to irritate her, but at the same time, she enjoyed his presence and the fact that he seemed to take even a little interest in her.
"Well, if you don't dig that "cure" as you call it, maybe you should have an affair! That would straighten you out!"
June was aware of a little tingling of illicit pleasure at his words. An affair ... Of course, she would never dream of stooping to anything like that. But still, he had suggested it ... did that mean he was interested in her?
She stole a glance at him from under half-closed eyelids, but he was toying with his glass.
"An affair? But I couldn't ... it would be wrong...." she said coyly, unable to resist it.
"For Chrissakes, this is 1972, not the Middle Ages! And besides, you're a very attractive woman ... why waste yourself on a guy who obviously isn't too considerate...."
His words of praise thrilled her at the same time as his condemnation of Don wounded her. But she edged the latter out of her brain and turned to face the handsome young salesman.
"So ... you think I'm attractive?"
Cameron stared at her for a long moment. The goddamn prick-tease! What is she getting at? He was more irritated than ever at her bantering game, but at the same time, she was flirting with him, whether she knew it or not. And he wasn't one to let an opportunity like that pass....
"Yes, by God I do, and I'm going to prove it...." and he crossed the space between them in two bounds, and dropped down on the sofa next to her.
Taking June by surprise, he pulled her to him, and crashed his mouth down on hers. He began to kiss her hard in open-mouthed tongue-taunting passion, his arms caressingly tight around her. She was too surprised to struggle even when she felt her breasts crushed up against his heaving chest. Besides ... his mouth felt good on hers, warm and pleasantly aggressive and she found herself responding completely. Her tongue began to react to his probing organ and she parted her shapely lips in complete acquiescence. She felt the hardening of her nipples as they strained against his strong masculine chest, and shivers of erotic sensation rippled through her palpitating breasts.
Her brain was reeling with tumultuous thoughts but she ignored them. Something was stirring in her body that she hadn't felt in a long time and she was concentrating on this fabulous new feeling.
God, she's a hot little number all right, Cameron thought lustfully, as he forced his hand up between their tightly pressed bodies and began to massage the heaving mounds of her breasts. He trapped the rigid buds of her nipples between his fingers, one after the other, and heard her mewl with awakening arousal.
He sensed the gradual almost imperceptible churning of her shapely hips as she ground her rounded buttocks down into the sofa cushion, at the same time as he became aware of the stiffening of his own cock.
"Christ, baby, feel how hard my prick is! I'm dying to put it into you ... and I can tell you're ready!"
The lewdly uttered words branded themselves like a tattoo on June's champagne-aroused brain. What was he saying? Surely he didn't think she ... that she would....
Realization of what she was doing burst on her like a rainstorm. There was a parting in the clouds of liquor haze that befogged her and she realized that she was actually returning this strange man's passionate kiss, that his hands were roaming at will over her near-naked body, that his fingers were tweaking her nipples. She was acting like a loose woman ... no wonder he got the wrong idea!
With mounting trepidation, she pulled her mouth away from his clinging lips and tried to wriggle out of his embrace.
"Let me go!" she gasped heatedly, drumming her fists against his chest, "you don't understand ... it's all a mistake!"
Cameron's hands fell down and he stared at her in open-mouthed surprise.
"What the hell do you mean?"
"Nothing ... just go away and leave me alone! You've got the wrong idea!"
"I'm not too sure about that! You were pretty explicit," he said coldly, aware of a rising flood anger.
"GET OUT!" she shouted, her eyes blazing, her body heaving with fear and suppressed desire. "Get out and leave me alone, or I'll call the police!"
"All right, lady, if that's the game you want to play," Cameron spat. Hurriedly, he picked up his installment papers and his accounts book and moved quickly towards the front door.
As he reached it, he looked back at her loathingly, "So long baby! But my advice to you is, if you don't want to get laid, don't be such a goddamn prick-teaser!"
June's face blanched as she stared at the slammed door, his taunting words ringing in her disbelieving ears.
CHAPTER FIVE
Don Ryder noticed the striking change that had come over his wife, but couldn't bring himself to do anything about it. He was sure that her unhappiness stemmed from the way he had treated her on their anniversary over a week ago and was positive that an apology from him would make everything right. But he kept putting off the time when he would say he was sorry and ask for her forgiveness. Part of the reason was that lately he just hadn't any time to spare at all. The main reason was Wanda.
Although Ryder told his wife that he was working overtime on a special new project, he was, in fact, watching Wanda's show every night and then going back to her apartment with her for a couple of hurried hours of love. This meant that he was seldom home before midnight any more, except on Wanda's night off, when after a few hours with the beautiful blonde, he would hurry home to his cold, miserable wife.
And June was miserable ... there was no doubt about that. Her unhappiness was reflected in her looks, and she was beginning to appear pale and tense. She never said anything to him either about that terrible night when he had raped her anally, and their entire contact took the form of monosyllables and the barest necessity of functional phrases.
There was no question of their making love ... even if Don wasn't exhausted by the insatiable stripper, June was so cold and disinterested that he was afraid to touch her. A deep cloud of guilt settled over him at the beginning of his affair with Wanda and nothing could dispel it. Nevertheless, it wasn't powerful enough to force him to seek a reconciliation with his wife. Deep down he knew the real reason for this. He was afraid that if he put things right with himself and June, it would mean the end of his relationship with Wanda. He didn't think he could carry on a dual affair ... Wanda and June were poles apart and he couldn't bridge the difference. No, it would have to be one or the other, and at the moment, Wanda won hands down!
June was certainly wretched, but for a reason apart from her estrangement with Don. She was deeply ashamed over what happened with Harry Cameron, the salesman. Again and again she asked herself how she could have behaved the way she did ... and with a complete stranger! I behaved like a cheap slut, she scolded herself repeatedly, as the events of that morning tumbled lasciviously through her remorseful brain.
But I didn't do anything wrong, she consoled herself over and over, but then the memory of how Cameron's hands had roamed over her throbbing breasts would come rippling back to torment her conscience. She would recall how his fingers had rubbed and rolled the burgeoning knobs of her nipples and a flush of shame would darken her face. She would remember how his tongue had danced around wantonly inside her mouth and the shivers of pleasure it had given her, and she would quiver with humiliation. But after a few days, the sharpness of the memory faded and she began to feel a little better. I'll never see him again, she comforted herself, and what happened will be a painful lesson. She told herself that her behavior was the result of all the champagne and that it would never happen again. Besides, she had the precarious state of her marriage to worry about. Don was working very late every night and she hi. Jly saw anything of him.
At first she didn't care, being too preoccupied over Cameron and still smoldering from her husband's assault on her. But as the week wore on and things seemed to be getting worse, she was aware of a growing loneliness which nothing could assuage. She still saw her girl friends as usual, but any contact with other couples had to be minimized as Don was so busy. It came as a revelation to her that she missed her husband's companionship, but pride wouldn't let her make the first move. She still felt herself to be in the right and that therefore he should be the one to start an apology.
So consumed with worry about Don and their relationship, she almost succeeded in putting Cameron out of her mind. Therefore, she was completely flabbergasted when one afternoon nearly two weeks after she'd bought the set of pottery, she answered the doorbell and found Harry Cameron standing on the doorstep.
"Hello, sweetheart," he leered.
"W-what do you want?" Her heart was hammering and she couldn't control the shaking in her voice.
"Well, not to sell you another set of crockery, that's for sure," he replied mockingly, stepping inside.
June didn't know what to do. Her brain refused to function and her throat went suddenly dry. She wanted to tell him to get out, but couldn't voice the words. How dare he come back after what happened?
"How about a drink? Of course I don't expect champagne this time...."
The bewildered young wife was astonished at his audacity, but yet she found herself powerless in his presence. Mutely she followed him into the living room.
"Gin and tonic be all right?" she mumbled as she moved towards the liquor cabinet.
Cameron nodded, scrutinizing her carefully. Well, she doesn't seem any too happy to see me ... but maybe a drink will change all that....
She handed him his glass, and taking a sip of her own drink, summoned all her courage.
"T-tell me what you want, and make it snappy. I've ... I've got to go out pretty soon."
"That's a real shame ... I mean that you're in such a hurry. Because I've got all day ... I'm going to be here in Detroit for a full two weeks!"
June's heart sank. To think, I was sure I'd never see him again! And now...."Maybe you want to talk about the set I bought. Well, I sent in the first installment after ten days, the way I was supposed to!"
Cameron guffawed loudly and rudely, and Mrs. Ryder felt her face redden.
"Hell, I didn't come all the way out here to talk about your casseroles. "No, I came to see you ... to pick up where we left off last time!"
June blanched and she had to grip the edge of the chair to stop herself from screaming. What kind of game was he playing? What did he think she was? Didn't he get the message last time?
"Now look here, Mr. Cameron, I don't think you understand-"
"Hey, let's have none of that 'Mr.' stuff. I'm Harry, as you well know, and you're-June, if I remember right!"
"All right, Harry, if that's the way you want it. But let's get one thing clear!" Her voice was icy calm, even though her heart was thudding and tension strained her almost beyond endurance. "What happened last time was all a big mistake! I was miserable over something personal, I got drunk ... and made a fool of myself. That was all that was to it! Do you understand?"
Cameron's eyes narrowed and he got to his feet quickly, moving until he was hovering over her.
Nameless fear gripped the trembling brunette as she stared up at the man who was almost a total stranger.
"Well, well, that's a mighty pretty speech! Only thing, I don't believe a word of it!"
"W-what do you mean?"
"Action speaks louder than words, honey! A whole lot louder!"
"I told you, it was all a mistake! I had too much to drink. I ... I love my husband, and I would never...."
"After the way he treated you on your anniversary?"
June looked up quickly. The look on his face was inscrutable, but the miserable young wife was suddenly overwhelmed with the certainty that the brash salesman had an idea what had really happened. It was impossible that he should have found out ... but still....
Cameron saw that his remark had hit home. Now he was sure that Ryder's arrival home at midnight was not the only bone of contention that was between them.
"That was just between Don and myself," June said at length. "Now would you please go and leave me alone? I've nothing more to say to you!"
"That may be, but I've a lot to say to you, sweetheart!"
June got up quickly. She intended to hurry towards the door and maybe lock herself in the bedroom, if she didn't get to the front door first. But Cameron was too quick for her. Before she had taken more than a few paces, he was already blocking the way.
"Not so fast, honey," he leered, a smug look on his face.
"W-why can't you leave me alone?" June cried, tears starting to her eyes. This was turning into some kind of nightmare and she just couldn't wake up!
"You're much too attractive to leave alone, baby ... I thought I told you that last time...."
"Why can't you forget about the last time? I keep telling you it was all a mistake...."
"I keep mentioning it because I think maybe your husband would be interested in knowing, too!"
"M-my husband?"
"Yes, Don. Let's see ... He works at Whitelaw Chemicals, doesn't he?"
Fear trembled through the distraught young housewife. She realized that the unscrupulous salesman had gotten the name of Don's firm from the form she had signed ... But surely he wouldn't tell Don?
"Yeah, I guess your husband would be real interested in finding out how you spend your mornings!"
"B-but that was the first time!" she blurted helplessly, hardly knowing what she was saying.
"How am I to know that ... or Don either? If you let one guy kiss and stroke you the way I did, there's no telling-"
"Oh God, stop your filthy insinuations! I've told you I had too much to drink! Why don't you believe me?"
"Because I saw the way you threw yourself at me. All that talk about 'being taken advantage of and me being a rapist. Baby, you were asking for it...."
June felt as if she had descended into an inferno of lies and misunderstandings. This crazy salesman was bent on misconstruing everything she said ... she hadn't a chance of convincing him. But what was she going to do?
"W-what do you want me to do?" she asked at last, her voice small.
Cameron suppressed a smile of triumph. Be careful, old man, you haven't won yet....
"Oh, just be nice to me, like the last time...."
"You're crazy!" June spat, staring at him with loathing.
"Okay, so I'm nuts! But maybe your husband won't think so when I tell him my story!"
"He won't believe you...."
"Oh no? Well, I think I'm pretty persuasive...."
June felt her heart sinking. The salesman was right ... he was very convincing. And the mood Don was in lately, he'd believe anything about her ... providing it was to her discredit.
"Please, don't tell Don," she begged, swallowing her pride.
"Well, we'll talk about it. How about another drink?"
The miserable wife was glad of something to do. Besides, she could do with another drink ... a real stiff one. She couldn't see any way out of her dilemma, but maybe a drink would soften the salesman ... make him see her side of it.
"So you don't want your husband to know about our little get together a couple of weeks back," Harry said after a long silence.
"No, I don't ... he doesn't even know about the set of casseroles...."
"Hah ... you're a secretive little cookie...."
But June didn't smile. Harry knew that he'd have to be careful how he handled her ... she wasn't playing ball at all this time.
"What is it you want from me?"
"Oh, just a little kiss or two ... like last time!"
Cameron noticed her involuntary flinch of revulsion.
"After all," he went on callously, "You didn't make any objection the last time. In fact, you loved it, didn't you?"
June couldn't reply. After all what he was saying was true. She had enjoyed his kissing, but only because of the power of the champagne. She hadn't been herself that time ... she had been hurt and confused over what Don had done to her and she had drowned her sorrows in champagne. That was why she had enjoyed the salesman's lewd kisses.
"C'mon, honey, don't be such an iceberg," Cameron said, putting his arm around her.
Instinctively June tried to pull away. Then she stopped herself. A few kisses ... that was all he said he wanted. Maybe if she gave in to that, exchanged a couple of kisses, then he'd leave her alone.
His arm tightened around her and his lips began to trace a burning path across her cheek.
Yes, even though she'd hate it ... it would be better to go along with what he wanted. Maybe then he'd be satisfied and she'd be free of him.
His mouth found hers and clamped against her warm lips. Without hesitation his tongue slipped between them and entered the moistness of her mouth. In spite of herself, June felt a ripple of pleasurable sensations shiver through her from his kiss and she lost the urge to pull away from his possessive embrace. What harm can it do ... and it will stop him from telling Don....
His hand was creeping slowly around to June's breast and her heart began to hammer wildly. Oh thank God I had those two drinks ... she thought, steeling herself for a shudder of repulsion. But none came. His hand closed in on her quivering breast and in a flutter of shame, she felt the nipple stiffen ecstatically from his illicit touch. Her breast seemed to strain against his hand in wanton hunger and she realized that the entire length of her love-starved body was pressing avidly against his. She could feel the unmistakable bulge of his awakening cock jutting hotly into her thigh, but somehow the knowledge of his arousal didn't disgust her the way she thought it would.
"Oh baby, I can't wait ... where's the bedroom?"
His impassioned words jolted the liquor-dazed housewife into action.
"Wha ... I thought...." she said confusedly, trying to pull away from him.
"Now look here, I've had enough of this shit!" His voice was angry and he gripped her hard by the wrist.
"Y-you're hurting me," she whimpered helplessly, suddenly afraid.
He began to pull her towards the hall, instinctively heading for the bedroom.
"Leave me alone! Leave me alone!"
"Do you want your precious Don to find out all about your sluttish ways?" he taunted mercilessly, and June felt the steel jaws of an inescapable trap closing in on her. Oh dear God in heaven, what was she to do? She had to give in to him ... or else he'd tell Don. But she couldn't submit ... she just couldn't! I was a fool to think he'd be satisfied with kisses....
He flung open the bedroom door and pulled her roughly inside.
"A nice big bed, all ready and waiting," he sneered as he pushed her towards it and with one strong shove sent her sprawling on its smooth-quilted surface.
"Please, Harry...." she began to sob, hardly knowing what she was saying, "Please don't ... I can't...."
"Quit whining, or you'll be sorry!"
She tried to muffle her sobs but wasn't too successful. She was terrified like a trapped animal and deathly afraid of what he would do to her if she didn't submit.
"Get those clothes off-pronto!"
June tried to stop the violent trembling which had convulsed her. Seconds passed and she wondered what would happen. She had heard his lewd order ... but somehow she couldn't make herself obey.
"I ... I'll scream ... and the neighbors will come and help me," she said almost defiantly.
"That's a good one! You can be sure they saw you letting me in of your own free will, just like you did last time!"
His words hit home ominously. Of course, he was right. Oh God, why didn't she have sense to realize what his game was? Why had she lead him on last time with her drunken flirting?
"Get those goddamn clothes off, or I'll tear them into shreds!"
June knew there was no backing off now. It was too late and she couldn't expect help from any quarter. To resist was futile and would only worsen her situation. She had to comply with what he wanted ... she had to submit to ... to his rape!
With numbed fingers she began to unbutton her blouse. She tried to go as slowly as possible, but she was agonizingly aware of his baleful glare on her. When she had removed her blouse, she slowly began to wriggle out of her pants. Her face was fiery red and she wished the ground would open up and swallow her.
When she was clad only in her brassiere and panties, the salesman moved closer to her.
"H'mm, you look even better without your clothes...."
He crawled up onto the bed next to her, his eyes bright with expectation, his face flushed and excited.
June cringed backward when she felt his hands on her body, but she blocked the instinct to fight. It wouldn't do any good anyway and might even make him worse!
He unhooked her brassiere and slowly pulled it away from her full heaving breasts.
"Aaaaahhhh ... fantastic tits...." he breathed lasciviously, his eyes glued to the quivering mounds of flesh.
June drew in her breath sharply when he began to run his hands down her fearfully shivering sides until they came to the waistband of her panties.
"Please noooo...." she whimpered, unable to help herself.
But Cameron didn't seem to hear her. He began to pull down the soft diaphanous material, revealing the dark-curled triangle of her pubic "vee" and the quivering tops of her soft thighs.
She was completely naked in her own bedroom with a total stranger!
Cameron could hardly contain his excitement. She was beautiful ... far more than he had thought at first. Of course, he hated to resort to strong-arm tactics, but he was sure that this was what she really wanted. Different women had different kinks ... and he was willing to go along with anything ... just so long as the end result was the same.
It seemed to the humiliated brunette that an eon passed as she lay there completely naked and defenseless under the salesman's salacious gaze. This mortification was worse than anything she'd ever imagined ... maybe even worse than the brutal assault her husband had subjected her to. It was all Don's fault anyway. If he hadn't acted the way he did on their anniversary, she would have made short shrift of the salesman the following day. As it was, the champagne had softened her defenses and Cameron's polished expertise had soothed her bruised ego. And this was what it had lead to....
She closed her eyes in abject shame when she felt Cameron's hand once more running over her trembling body. Insistently it dropped between her thighs and forced them apart, and then slowly, surely, it climbed up to the quivering softness of her vagina.
"Oh noooo ... please noooo...." she sobbed when she felt his fingers begin to toy with the moist tender flesh of her outer pussy lips.
"Please don't...." she begged ineffectually as his hand continued to play and stroke the velvety outer folds. It was degrading the way he wantonly used her body ... she would never be able to hold up her head again. Oh Don, why did you have to do this to me?
Cameron stared down longingly at the shivering brunette. Her full naked body was stretched out opulently on the bed, and he could see the enticing pink moistness of her cuntal furrow hidden among the dark curls up between her thighs. His penis was hardening painfully in the confines of his pants and he could feel a heated clamoring deep in his scrotum.
The lust-incited young salesman didn't pay any attention to June's desperate pleas. He expected that ... it was all part of the game. Even if it wasn't-even if her objections were for real-which he doubted, it was still too late.
He couldn't turn back. Now that he'd had a glimpse of her tantalizing body, he couldn't be content with just that. He had to have more, much, much more!
"Christ, baby, d'you know what I want to do?"
There was no reply, but this didn't bother Harry Cameron.
"I want to lick your cunt ... I want to put my tongue right up in your-"
"NO! Oh God, no, keep away from me!"
June couldn't help herself. His obscene words pierced her like an arrow and made her cringe with new repulsion. It was unnatural, what he wanted! She couldn't take it, no matter what!
She was instantly sorry she'd shouted when she felt his hands tighten around her soft-fleshed thighs. She thought he'd crush her bones, so steellike was his grasp.
"For the last time, shut up!"
Cameron was angry now. He'd had enough of her objections, and it was getting past a game now. He wasn't going to be balked at this late stage, and her constant moans of fear were getting to be too much.
"I'm gonna lick your pussy whether you like it or not," he promised and without waiting for her reaction, he lowered his head between her widespread thighs. He could see the glistening pink slit of her throbbing cunt and he was able to inhale the delicate odor of her warm feminine loins.
Then he reached out with his tongue and ran it along the full length of her fearfully trembling pussy.
"Aaaaaahhhh ... Aaaaahhhh...." June cried out, biting her lip to stop the full force of her anguished moan. Every inch of her helplessly trapped body cried out in shame and humiliation at this outrage that was being perpetrated on her, just as it had when her own husband had fucked her in the ass. Only this was worse ... because this was a total stranger, almost, who was doing this perverse thing to her. But it was Don's fault, in the first place. If he'd behaved normally ... maturely ... and had come home when he'd promised, instead of spending their anniversary evening in some sleazy bar, making himself drunk, none of this would have happened. Because of his selfishness, she was a victim of a lascivious salesman's obscene desire!
He continued to play his long wet tongue in and out of the moistly clinging furrow, lapping up the young brunette's sweet cuntal juices, whirling his tongue in and around the moist pink pussy flesh. He found the tiny nerve-filled bud of her clitoris and immediately took it between his teeth and began to titillate it without mercy.
"Oh God ... Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh...." June chanted from between clenched teeth. She didn't like this lewd tonguing that the salesman was giving her against her will, but dear God, she had no defense against the sudden wave of what must be pleasure that swept over her when his mouth first came into contact with her sensitive clitoris. She couldn't help that ... it was purely a physical reaction ... but oh dear, she had never felt anything like it in her life! Her entire naked body felt convulsed with sensations of almost unbearable excitement and she just couldn't stop herself from pressing her desire-ridden vagina up against his questing mouth.
"Mmmmmmm ... yesssss...." she moaned helplessly, unable to fight any more. And it all happened so suddenly, too. One moment, she had been lying there, gritting her teeth against Cameron's indecent assault ... the next moment, she had been whirled into a maelstrom of overwhelming pleasure.
That's better, Cameron thought, hearing the young wife's moans of abandoned arousal. He continued to plunge his lashing tongue into her eagerly receptive cunt, burrowing into the viscous softness of her defenselessly acquiescing pussy.
June felt as if her whole body were aflame. She closed her thighs around Harry's head and began to grind her softly rounded ass-cheeks down into the mattress. Her head was reeling and her eyes were glazed with lustful pleasure. Oh dear God, I can't help it. I know it's wrong ... especially with another man, not my husband, but I can't fight it! It's all your fault, Don, you bastard, it's your fault that I'm having my pussy licked by another man ... and going crazy from it ... it's your fault!
And then without warning, it stopped!
June's eyes flew open and she couldn't suppress a moan of abject disappointment.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm coming back to you!"
Her eyes swiveled to the direction of the voice ... and then she saw that Cameron had just removed the last of his clothes and was completely naked too!
"My prick is fit to bust ... I couldn't hold out much longer," he explained cheerfully, moving over onto the bed again.
June's mouth dropped open and her eyes fell on the thick hard length of his lust-engorged cock being held proudly in one hand. The huge bulbous head was swollen with blood and gleamed a purplish color, and she could see a tiny speck of moisture glistening in the glans opening.
Reality crashed down on the tormented brunette like a ton of bricks as she realized why he had stopped his lewd tonguing. And she realized as well how disappointed she had been. She had become so aroused, so wantonly abandoned, that she had wanted to climax from his obscene sucking of her vagina! And now....
"I can tell you're nice and ready ... all hot and waiting for this big prick of mine."
June's eyes widened as she saw him settle himself between her still lewdly wide-splayed thighs. She wanted to scream out, to object, to beg him to stop. But she couldn't. Partly because she was afraid and partly because ... because she was ashamed to! Only moments before, she had been writhing around on the bed, churning and twisting beneath his frantically licking tongue, completely accepting his depraved oral love-making. It would be a stupid lie if she cried out now in objection.
But she wanted to. She didn't want him to put his big hard penis in her vagina that was still twitching and tingling from his licking tongue.
She didn't want him to make love to her, to ease that incredible longing that" had developed there between her legs ... did she?
Cameron guided the hotly bulging head of his cock towards the pulsating pink mouth of her cunt. He saw her squirm from the unexpected contact, and he rotated the desire-filled cock-head against her velvety pussy flesh, wetting it in her warmly trickling vaginal juices. He would have liked to see her cum from his licking, but at the same time he wanted to fuck her, had to fuck her. Another time he'd fuck her with his mouth, but this time, he had to answer the clamoring demand of his cock and bury it in her softly yielding cuntal depths.
He fastened his fingers on her smooth white hips and leaned over her trembling body, poised for the moment when he would enter her.
Her eyes were closed and he could see that she was tense and nervous ... in. expectation ... or fear? She had sure turned on when he had started to lick her ... now he'd see how she acted when he fucked her. He bet she'd be a real live one ... she looked like she had a ball of fire inside her, just waiting to explode! Well, he'd soon see.
The conniving salesman flexed his powerful hips forward, driving the blood-filled length of his penis into the small, wetly pulsing opening of her vagina.
"Aaaaarrrrrhhhh ... uuuuggggghhhh nnnnnhhhh...." June gasped as she felt the giant head cleave through her delicate pussy flesh. Her thighs were swept aside as he continued to surge forward and her inner walls give way before his cruel onslaught.
"Ooooooohhhhh ... hhhhhhmmmmmm nnnnn...."
All the breath was knocked from her body as she felt her insides being tunneled by the forceful entry of the salesman's powerful rod of flesh. She felt the rubbery head nudge hard against the tip of her cervix deep within her cock-filled womb at the very same moment as the heavy sperm-laden balls slapped against the upturned crevice of her buttocks. He was all the way in!
Cameron held his sunken cock rigid for a long moment, savoring the sensation of the groaning brunette's moistly clinging cuntal flesh slipping around his hard-tensed member. Her vaginal passage felt tight but not too dry and he was suffused with a warm feeling of growing excitement. His scrotum felt snug and secure wedged between her warm-fleshed ass-cheeks and he felt as if he could stay in this position forever.
Ryder's wife felt as if she had been stuffed to repletion. She was conscious of no other sensation than that of being filled and she was sure that Cameron's cock would explode inside her if he held it there too long. It seemed to expand with each passing second and she could feel as well the heated blood pulsing throughout the thick lust-inflamed shaft.
At last he began to move and June felt her tender vaginal flesh begin to pull out with his slowly withdrawing penis. She was aware of a curious emptiness for a moment, but then he surged forward again deep inside her quivering belly, once more touching the sensitive tip of her womb...." Ooooommmpppphhh...." she gasped from the unaccustomed depth of feeling, and Cameron sensing her reaction, again flexed his licentiously pulsing rod against her tender cervix.
"Well, baby, how d'you like my cock inside you? Fills you right up, doesn't it?"
June cringed from his ribald remarks. He didn't seem to care at all what she was feeling. Not that she was feeling anything. The helpless young wife had blanked out all guilty thoughts, refusing to worry about what was happening to her. She couldn't help it ... what was going on was beyond her power and if anyone was to blame other than Harry Cameron, Traveling Salesman, Esq., it was her husband Don. His actions had landed her in this mess and if she was being fucked by another man, and she was, it was all his fault.
Cameron began to fuck in and out between her quivering thighs with long practiced strokes. His hands still clutched her hips as he drove into her rhythmically, penetrating to the very depths of her soft white belly before pulling out until just the flaring head of his cock was still imbedded inside the clinging pink cuntal flesh. Then he sawed forward again with precise, expert strokes. It excited him even more to look down and see his hard, reddish cock disappear into the clasping circle of her hungrily accepting cunt, and then to watch the dark little tendrils of her pussy hair clinging to it as if to keep it from pulling out again. When he was all the way in again, those same dark hairs melded with his own and gave him a wild sensation of being completely united with her. Then he would look up and see the twin peaks of her lustfully heaving breasts, the roseate nipples pointed and erect. She really is beautiful, he thought, remembering how many times he'd thought of her when he was back in Chicago and down in Indiana on another sales trip.
Now he was back in Detroit and by the way things were going, it was obvious that he hadn't made a mistake in coming back to her.
June Ryder lay there immobile on the bed, thinking that if she didn't move, the tiny little pinpricks of pleasure which were starting to jab at her loins would go away. But they didn't. Each powerful instroke of Cameron's fully inflated cock seemed to ignite them further. Oh stop, she told herself silently, this can't be happening to you!
But even as her brain pleaded silently, the demon of desire which had been lurking in her tingling pussy after Cameron's lewd cunt-sucking, sprang into unconcealable life and she was forced to admit to herself that she was beginning to enjoy what was happening to her.
No matter how little her brain and her emotions liked it, her body couldn't deny the fact that it was beginning to respond to Harry's expert fucking, just as it had to his practiced tonguing.
He had forced her to submit to his licking against her will and she had come to enjoy it. Now the same thing was happening. Only this time, he was making love to her. She was actually being unfaithful to her husband, and was beginning to be aroused by it. Oh Don, I can't help it ... but after what you did to me ... you can't blame me. It's your fault anyway. If you hadn't raped my rectum, I would never have gotten drunk on champagne the next day and fallen into this ... it's all your fault ... you and only you are to blame.
Uttering a deep moan of utter acceptance, June swung her hips upwards to receive the salesman's deep instroke, and her eagerly receptive cunt flowered open around his plunging cock. Her whole body was quivering with new sensations of wanton pleasure, and she knew there was no turning back now. She was enjoying having a near stranger make love to her, and there was nothing she could do about it, or wanted to do about it.
"Yessssssss ... Mmmmmmmm," she sighed helplessly as she spread her legs farther apart and pressed her greedily clinging cunt upward against Cameron's hard-jabbing penis. Her head was thrown back and her mouth half open, her dark hair swirling about her shoulders on the pillow. She was completely at the mercy of the tumultuous sensations careening through her, a helpless victim of her own headstrong passion.
Cameron's own arousal matched the young housewife's. She was turning into the firebomb he had predicted and he felt a surge of pride to think that it was due to his prowess. Beneath that cold exterior there ran a vein of pure brimstone and he had been able to mine it! She looked even more beautiful now that she had let go completely. Her skin was suffused with a sensually alluring flush and her wantonly responding body had taken on a softer, more feminine look.
"Christ, baby, you're a pretty good fuck!" he panted as he battered his loins against her upraised vagina in a quickening tempo of mounting passion.
June's long slender legs snaked out wide and locked behind his back and her arms reached up and pulled him down tighter onto her passionately heaving breasts. Her mouth found his in a hungry demanding kiss and this time it was her tongue that shot lewdly between his lips.
Their two bodies rocked and jerked together and merged as one, united in their lust and crescendoing desire.
"That's it, baby," Cameron said at length when June finally released his lips, "fuck back hard ... open your little cunt to me all the way...."
The impassioned brunette was exhilarated by the power of her own desire. She felt thrilled in a way she never had before and she felt as if she was floating on a soft cloud of pure physical pleasure.
"Ooooooohhh, Harry, I like it! It's soooo goooddd," she mewled.
Their two perspiring bodies moved as one, rushing towards a mutual release. It was never this way with Don, June couldn't help thinking, and then she blanked out all thoughts of her husband because she didn't want to think about anything but what was happening now. She'd worry about all that later.
Right now, she only had time for feeling. Her body seemed like a raw squirming mass of unadulterated desire and never before in her life had she felt so bereft of her ego, and with so little need of it. She was just Woman, responding in an age-old way to Man, no matter who he was. Because she too was nameless and faceless, just a body, or more accurately, a cunt. Just as Cameron was at the moment, just a delicious pleasure-giving cock!
"Jesus, baby, I'm going to cum soon!" Harry gasped as he felt the seething riot in his balls. He couldn't hold out much longer because he felt as if his penis was going to split in two from the pressure being forced through it. But he had to bring her off, first.
"Oooooohhhh ... Oh God, darling, I'm almost there ... I'm ... Aaaaaaaahhhhh," June moaned beneath him.
It happened suddenly for the young brunette. The explosion in her loins came before she realized it and then her body was rocked with a myriad of flashes that lighted every millimeter of her sensually squirming flesh. Her head was spinning, and a kaleidoscope of colored lights exploded behind her eyes. Her body was out of control, her pelvis rocking wildly against Cameron's pistoning cock, and she wondered briefly if she would ever return to normalcy.
She was aware of the automatic release of her steaming climactic secretions at the same time as new spasms of overwhelming pleasure assailed her.
"AAAAARRRRRGGHHHHH ... I'm cumming too!"
She heard Cameron's hoarse moan at the same time as she felt the boiling onrush of his sperm into her greedily milking depths. Her hungry vagina sucked rhythmically on his pumping penis, drawing the sticky white fluid into her helplessly flooded little belly. The warmth of it flowing into the deep recesses of her aroused body added to her pleasure and she felt her flesh to be a desert thirsting for this very nectar to keep it going.
"Oh Lord, darling, that was fabulous...." June mumbled drowsily after a moment or two when she felt the salesman's deflated cock slipping from her wet pussy, and she allowed herself to relax in a way she hadn't for a long, long time.
CHAPTER SIX
The nightclub looked completely full, but a beautiful hostess hurried up to Harry and June and led them to a table very near the stage.
"I knew it would be a squeeze ... it's a good thing I booked," the salesman told his date as they sat down.
"I guess this place is really popular," June said as she looked around at the swelling crowd.
"Well, not usually, although I come here quite a bit when I'm in town. But tonight is the premiere of a brand new act ... I've heard a lot about it and it ought to be fun!"
June didn't know whether to be glad or sorry that she had allowed Cameron to persuade her to accompany him. She had never been in a place like this except once or twice, and although it was called a nightclub, June knew it was more a strip club than anything else. But at the last minute, she decided it might be fun ... or at least an eye-opener for her. She and Harry seldom went out ... she was afraid of being seen by someone she knew.
Besides, they didn't have time. Usually, she went to the motel where he was staying. That made things much easier, because that way, the neighbors wouldn't notice Cameron's constant presence at the Ryders' house. Besides, Don might come home suddenly and catch them. That was her continual fear during the two weeks of her affair with Harry.
"I guess we'll have champagne tonight," Cameron suggested as the hostess came round for their order, and they both laughed at the memory it evoked. I can laugh at it now, she thought, but it wasn't always like that....
She still wasn't sure whether she wanted to have this affair with the salesman. After that first time, when she had responded so completely to Harry's love-making, she had just drifted into seeing him every day. At first, he'd come to her house, but after a few days, they'd switched to the motel for safety. She was sure beyond doubt, however, that if things were right between herself and Don, she'd never have involved herself with Cameron. But things just seemed to get worse and worse, and the dreaded word "divorce" began to creep into her thoughts. But I love my husband, she told herself over and over again. But she couldn't suppress the nagging thought that maybe he didn't love her. She hardly saw him any more, for heaven's sake! He was working all the time, and when she'd tentatively asked him about the overtime money, he said that he'd get it all in a lump sum when the project was over!
"Well, how do you like this place, baby?" Harry asked her. He was glad that she agreed to come here tonight and he was looking forward to her reaction to the main act in the show. "I bet you're glad you came now!"
"I don't know," June laughed, "I'll answer that later, when I've seen the show!"
"Anyway, you look swell tonight," Harry complimented, squeezing her hand.
In many ways, June thought, she'd be sorry when the end of the week came and Harry had to go back to Chicago. She'd certainly miss him, but on the whole she was glad that a natural ending would come to the affair. Of course, Harry could easily be back in Detroit-and frequently. She didn't know what she'd do then. Don was bound to finish his project soon, and would be home more often. One thing was for sure. She didn't want her husband to find out about her illicit relationship with Harry.
There was no telling how he'd take it, and besides, she was ashamed of the fact that she was unfaithful to her husband. But she decided firmly to put all that out of her mind. Tonight she'd enjoy her evening out with her lover and worry about everything else some other time.
"Here's the announcer now," Harry whispered, "the main act will be on first to give the stars a chance to go home early!"
"Ladies and Gentlemen," the tuxedoed man on the stage began, "tonight we bring you a very special show. Something that has never been seen before here or anywhere else in this great city of ours. You all know and love Wanda, and most of you know Blaze. Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight I give you Wanda and Blaze!"
A burst of clapping greeted the appearance on stage of two dazzlingly voluptuous girls, a blonde and a redhead.
June stared with undisguised interest at the two glamorous performers. She had never seen "stars" like these close-up before and she was taking in every detail of their appearance. While the redhead was the more striking on account of her hair, June thought the blonde was by far the most attractive, and the more magnetic of the two.
"God, aren't they fabulous, doll? This is going to be fantastic!"
Harry was obviously very excited, and kept his eyes glued to the two sequin-clad beauties.
June knew that if she hadn't agreed to come, her lover would have come to the show anyway and then seen her later.
"What kind of act are they going to do?"
Harry chuckled when he heard her question.
"Just wait and see, baby ... you're in for a surprise!"
The music started just then and June watched as simultaneously the blonde and the redhead began to unclasp their long cloaks. The garments shimmered with thousands of spangles and glimmered with a multitude of colors as they moved under the bright light.
A gasp of admiration went up from the audience as the two girls stood there in tiny matching bikinis and began to walk jauntily around the stage.
"Hey, Wanda, let's see some action!" someone from the crowd shouted.
"C'mon, Blaze, do your stuff!" another raucous voice sounded, but June was surprised to see that neither of the stunning performers seemed to mind. They completely dominated the big club, as they walked seductively around the fairly small stage, which they shared with a long low couch.
Then with fluid, graceful movements, the two girls sat down side by side on the couch, and began to kiss passionately!
June couldn't suppress a gasp when she saw what was happening. She hadn't known what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this. She stole a surreptitious glance around to see how the other members of the audience were taking it. All the males, to a man, Harry included, had their eyes glued firmly on the stage, but she noticed that the other women were acting the same way she was ... casting covert glances around, and some were acting downright embarrassed.
"Go to it, girls!" someone shouted and a ripple of laughter rang out. June wondered what they were going to do next. Their arms were wrapped around each other and their full red lips were glued tightly together. The astonished brunette could see their mouths working hungrily as they gave themselves over completely to their illicit kiss. June knew immediately that they weren't faking it, either. That was obvious!
At last they unclinched, but their eyes still held each other lovingly. June stirred uncomfortably, an uneasy feeling coming over her. Then Wanda, without a word, reached over and unhooked Blaze's brassiere, pulling away the tiny star-studded halter, and revealing the redhead's full, hugely set breasts!
June felt herself blushing, but this time didn't dare look left or right. Instead, she kept her eyes glued firmly on the stage. She stared in ambivalent fascination at the redhead's naked breasts, and she could see that the nipples were cherry pink and standing up quite clearly and rigidly.
Moments later, Blaze reached across and unclasped Wanda's brassiere, and June saw the blonde's voluptuously upswept breasts, the nipples also hard and pointed.
The audience was clearly excited now and waiting for the next move. It came from Wanda. Kneeling down on the ground, she reached up and began to unhook the redhead's bikini panties!
June stared in mounting disbelief as she saw the tiny garment fall away. Surely she has something on underneath? Seconds later, she knew the girl hadn't because she could see a soft tangle of russet vaginal curls! Blaze was completely naked now!
Several catcalls rang through the room as the redhead sat there, almost indolently.
"Christ, she's a real doll, isn't she?" Harry whispered, and his mistress was aware of a small flicker of jealousy. But she quickly suppressed it, assuring herself that it was only natural that her lover admire such women as those glamorous entertainers. After all, they certainly were lovely....
It came as no surprise to June to see the redhead reach down and similarly strip off the blonde's tiny panties. But what did astonish her was to see the beautiful duo walk casually around the stage once more-this time, both of them completely naked.
The men in the audience were on the edge of their seats by now, craning forward in lustful excitement. Harry was no exception, either, and kept gulping down champagne without taking his eyes off the glamorous pair. Even without clothes, the blonde was by far the most stunning, June thought enviously. She was really statuesque and her skin was pearly and translucent. And that fabulous hair....
The music stopped suddenly and there was perfect silence as the two girls moved back toward the sofa. Blaze sat down on it gracefully and then lay flat on it, spreading her legs slightly as she did so. Wanda, after a short pause, followed suit, only she lay down facing the other way, so that her head was close to Blaze's legs and her own legs nearly touching the other girl's flame-red hair.
The silence was almost unbearable as the moments ticked by, and then, to a deafening crescendo of music, both girls moved at once. Wanda moved her face closer to the chestnut thatch of Blaze's vagina, while the redhead inched closer to the platinum curls of Wanda's pubic "vee."
A gasp of excitement mingled with disbelief rose from the crowd and June found herself as surprised as everyone else. She could hardly believe what she was watching ... she mistrusted the evidence of her own eyes!
It didn't seem possible, but the fact had to be faced. Wanda had reached out with her pink tongue and was jabbing at the moistly glistening furrow of Blaze's widespread pussy. From what she could see, June knew that Blaze was doing the same, but from her vantage point, she had the better view of Wanda's blonde head and the redhead's russet vagina.
"Well, sweetheart, what did I tell you? Bet you never expected this?" Harry sounded triumphant, but June knew he wasn't waiting for a reply. He would hear it anyway because he was too engrossed in the lascivious, all-female sixty-nine going on a few feet from his eyes. Just as she was. Yes, much as she hated to admit it, the salacious sight held a perverse fascination for her. She had only read veiled items and heard sniggering comments about female love before and, in fact, had never given much thought to it.
Now, she was confronted with a lewd spectacle of it, and she wasn't sure what her reaction was. She could see the voluptuous blonde's tongue as it thrust in and out of the other girl's nakedly quivering pussy slit, and she caught a glimpse now and then of the ragged edges of Blaze's clasping cunt as it clung to the slippery surface of the tongue dabbing into it. Wanda's face wore a look of blissful enjoyment and the redhead's pelvis flexed rhythmically in time to the obscene tongue-fucking. June could also see Wanda's fleshly rounded buttocks-at least part of them-and noticed that they were flexing and unflexing in obvious excitement as Blaze lapped at her welcoming vagina.
Then, an amazing thing happened!
The entire stage began to revolve. Very slowly, so that in a few moments, June had a full unobstructed view of Blaze's lovely face sunk between Wanda's creamy thighs. She could just barely catch a glimpse of darting pink tongue and wet flaccid pussy-flesh before the obscene vision was whisked away from her astonished eyes.
"Well, baby, did you ever see anything like it in all your life?"
June had to admit she hadn't. Or hadn't even dreamt of such a thing. She was aware of the growing excitement of the crowd, egged on by the sensual beat of the music. Muffled moans and gasps of pleasure sounded from the two juxtaposed girls, and June could see their bodies clamping together more tightly than before. They both seemed to be quivering and rippling with the same shudders of arousal as tongue dipped into cunt and lips pulled at soft wet vaginal flesh.
"Hey, girls, how about giving us guys a chance?"
There was a general guffaw at this remark, and June was sure that some of the men present, and probably Harry too, would leap at the chance to have one, or both of the gorgeous lesbians.
"How would you like to be up there, having your cunt licked by a lovely broad?"
Her lover's question rang luridly in her ear, and June tried to stammer out a reply, but she didn't know what to say. Obviously, she should assure him that she had no interest at all in the obscene act, that she thought it was disgusting. But did she, really? She couldn't deny that there was a strange tingling in her own pussy and that she was moving her pelvis almost imperceptibly in time to the frantic licking of Wanda's tongue as she could still see it. How would she like it? Would she enjoy another woman's tongue running wildly along her soft tender pussy? She enjoyed it when Harry did it. Would it be the same with another female? Or maybe better?
Oh goodness, what's come over me? she thought, smiling to herself. You certainly have changed.
Because the truth was, that what she had thought would be her opinion, was in fact far from the truth. She didn't think the Sapphic act so very perverted. Sure it was strange on a revolving stage in front of dozens of people, but the blonde and the redhead were performers they had to expect an audience. Maybe they even liked the voyeuristic aspect of the whole thing, because they definitely were enjoying it that was undeniable. The movements of their lewdly fused bodies quickened with each passing second and the wet sucking sounds of their forbidden love-making sounded loudly through the club. The atmosphere of the room itself was throbbing with passion and June was suddenly sure that all the men and most of the women in the audience were, like herself, experiencing a kind of vicarious pleasure from watching the female sixty-nine on the stage.
As if in answer to her unspoken thoughts, June heard an urgent whisper behind her, from the man at the next table.
"Jeez, have I ever got a hard-on!"
She could tell that Harry, too was aroused by the lewd sight. How could anyone not be? she wondered suddenly. The two girls were completely abandoned by now, writhing and twisting around together on the narrow sofa, blonde head clamped at red pussy, and russet head pressed hotly to blonde cunt.
"When you've finished up there, Wanda, come on down to me!" an eager male voice shouted and June was sure it echoed the sentiments of a lot of the men. The tension which emanated from the two girls and which was transmitted to the entire audience was nearly unbearable and inevitably it couldn't last much longer.
"Christ, they're nearly ready to cum!" someone whispered loudly and June saw that the forecast was right. Together, the two voluptuous bodies stiffened and the mesmerized brunette could see the cords standing out tensely on Wanda's sculpted thighs. The revolutions stopped at that moment, and June could see once again Wanda's platinum head half-hidden by Blaze's shapely buttocks. The soft fleshed mounds were clenching, and unclenching rapidly, and pushing tensely against Wanda's frenziedly sucking face. Both girls were climaxing at once, and their sighs of ecstasy j were partially smothered in the steamy depths of their heated cunts. June could see the dark crevice of Blaze's buttocks as she ground her squirming pussy up against the blonde's wildly licking tongue, and she caught an enticing glimpse of the redhead's puckered little anus as it quivered from the force of her feverish pelvic I thrusts.
June suddenly wished she could see either Wanda's or Blaze's face clearly, to see the orgasmic juices flowing around the greedily sucking mouths, to see the wet tingling folds of cuntal flesh as they squirmed about in orgasm. But she couldn't, so she could only imagine it. A thrill of pleasurable excitement scurried through her as she watched the two lovely performers writhing in the last throes of their mutual climax, and an unanimous moan of disappointment rose from the crowd when the lights began to dim on the still twitching couple entwined on the couch.
A stampede of applause sounded as the house lights were switched on, after giving the two star entertainers a chance to escape off stage.
"Gosh, honey, wasn't it unbelievable? It was even better than I thought," Harry said excitedly, as he looked around for the hostess to get another drink.
June had to agree with her lover that it was. And everybody else seemed to think so, too. Everywhere, men and women, but mostly men, were gathered in clusters, talking over the novelty of the act. Of course, there were people there on their own too and June's mouth dropped open and her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared over in the direction of the other side of the stage. Harry, in spite of his excitement, noticed the look of horror on her face immediately.
"What is it, June? What's happened?"
For a moment, June couldn't answer him, for the simple reason that she didn't believe her own eyes.
"It's ... it's ... Don ... my husband over there!"
Harry followed the direction of her panic-stricken eyes and saw a guy a little older than himself, finishing off the last of what looked to be a highball. There was an aroused, excited look on his face, just like every one had, and Harry saw, with a little bit of jealousy, that Ryder had just about the best table in the room.
"I thought he was stuck on overtime," Cameron said, still staring at his mistress's husband.
"S-so did I," June whispered, her eyes never leaving her husband. Oh God, what if he sees me? I've got to get out of here quick before he spots me!
Cameron sensed her urgency. "Hey, wait a minute! If he's supposed to be working, and he's here, then there's something fishy going on!"
Mrs. Ryder was struck by this. What was Don doing at this show? How come he was here at all, when he was supposed to be at work?
"Maybe he just slipped out from work to catch this special act," June suggested, but Harry only laughed.
"A casual customer doesn't get the best table in the house!"
"Look, he's leaving!"
June watched as Don got up abruptly and slid out the exit.
"Well, he seems to know the place well enough," Harry said insinuatingly.
"Let's ... let's just follow him for a second to see where he goes!"
"Now just a minute! I don't want our evening spoiled by him, even if he is your husband!"
"But, darling, if he's on his way home now, I ought to be getting back too," June said persuasively, not explaining just how she would determine where her husband was going.
Reluctantly, Harry accompanied her as she hurried out the same exit that Don had used. There was no sign of him anywhere and June was just beginning to think she'd missed him, when Harry suddenly whispered, "Look, there he is!"
He was hurrying down the block but he wasn't alone.
A glamorous blonde hung possessively on his arm.
"Christ, that looks like-" Harry began excitedly, but June finished for him. "Wanda!"
The word was a strangled sob as rage and fury mingled with jealousy ripped through her. "The son of a bitch!"
Tears stung the young wife's eyes and she turned pleadingly to her lover. "I want to follow him! Please, Harry, let's hurry and see where they're going!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I think the show was a great success, darling," Wanda said when she and Don Ryder were finally seated in her beautiful red toned living room.
"Yes ... you were fabulous," Don assured her as he poured the drinks. Wanda had told him in advance the new act she and Blaze had been working on, but somehow he had thought it would never come off. Now that it had, and he'd seen it, he confessed inwardly to mixed feelings. Not that he considered himself a prude ... far from it. He just didn't like to think of his mistress being involved with another woman. He often wondered if the relationship between Wanda and the redhead was more than a working one. But he refrained from asking, because Wanda resented strongly when he tried to keep tabs on her. She was not even slightly possessive with him and lately, in fact, he was beginning to think that she was getting tired of him.
He still saw as much of her as he possibly could but he was sure that the story he'd given June about working overtime was just about strained to the utmost limit. And when the time came for the big bonus check that he'd told her he was getting for overtime, he really would have to face the music.
"Let's take our drinks into the bedroom," Wanda suggested as she lead the way into the opulently furnished room. A thrill of anticipatory pleasure rippled through the young husband as he followed his glamorous mistress. Maybe she wasn't getting tired of him after all ... maybe the affair could continue the way it had for the past three weeks.
Don sometimes thought that he didn't have much to offer the beautiful experienced older woman. She could have her pick of any man at all ... yet she was interested in him. For the moment anyway. But much as he wanted them to, he knew things couldn't go on indefinitely like this. He was sure that June would explode and tell him she wanted a divorce if she ever found out. This last week though, a change had come over her and she seemed imbued with a new energy and interest in life. He just couldn't figure it out ... far better to let sleeping dogs he.
Wanda was already stretched out on the bed, wearing a soft pink robe. She had loosened her shining blonde hair and looked completely sensual and enticing ... the way she always did as far as Don was concerned. He could feel his stirring cock growing to blood-hardened tumescence, and neglecting his drink, began hurriedly to strip off his clothes. He kept his eyes glued as much as he could to his lovely blonde mistress and watched with growing excitement as she parted her legs slightly, allowing the edges of the robe to fall away. He could see the smooth expanse of her milk-white inner thighs and the first straying wisps of golden pubic curls. At last he was completely naked and clambered up on the bed beside the waiting woman.
Wanda's body was taut with pent-up sexual energy. The stage act with Blaze had just sharpened the edge of her appetite and now she was ready for a lot more. She wanted to let herself go completely, to wallow in the flood of her unleashed passion and she hoped that Don was in the same kind of mood.
"Darling," she said, smiling up at her naked lover, "I'd like you to lick my pussy first ... the way Blaze did not so long ago. I'd like to cum that way again...."
A shiver of excitement shuddered through Ryder as he began to untie the belt of her robe. He gasped with apporval when he revealed the full naked length of her voluptuously sculpted body, as beautiful and fresh to him as it was the very first time he'd ever seen it, on stage that first night. The knowledge that the flamboyant blonde star of the Oasis Club was his mistress was a source of unending pride to Don and he only wished that he could stand on a roof top and shout it loud. But he had to keep the magnificent secret to himself for fear of being found out.
Now the idea of kissing and licking her pussy the way the lovely redhead had done less than an hour before titillated his depraved instincts in a new and exciting way and he was trembling with suppressed pleasure as he placed a hand on each velvet-soft thigh. He could see the moist pink cuntal furrow fluttering slightly, still damp from the secretions of her wild orgasm on stage. The flushed and swollen little bud of her clitoris was barely visible peeping through the golden tangle of pubic curls as he lowered his head and reached out with his eagerly searching tongue.
"Oh yessss, your tongue feels good on my cunt, darling," Wanda sighed as she spread her thighs even wider for him and revealed the full expanse of her hungrily waiting cunt. She arched her back and flexed her hips forward, pressing the desire ridden mound of her vagina up hard against her lover's frenziedly darting tongue.
"Mmmmmmm yes, lover ... lick and kiss my pussy the way Blaze did."
The naked stripper's obscene words of command urged Don on as he bent wholeheartedly to his task. His tongue raced expertly along the wetly trembling slit, dipping and probing, drawing out the tiny drops of her cuntal juice which were already gathering on the soft velvety folds. He found the turgid nub of her clitoris and heard her sigh ecstatically as he trapped it gently between his teeth. He could feel the hot blood pulsating through it as he stroked it with his tongue, making it surge into burgeoning life.
He continued to play his tongue wetly around the quivering pussy-flesh, circling the clutching hole of her eagerly receptive vagina. He lapped at the passion-flushed outer lips, drawing them into his mouth as her exotic vaginal fragrance permeated his nostrils. Then without warning, he furled his tongue and plunged it headlong into the writhing orifice of her helplessly aroused pussy.
"Aaaaaaaagggghhhhh ... yessss ... suck it ... suck it ... it's even better than Blaze."
The heated inner walls of her churning cunt closed in tightly on his tongue, entombing it in the darkness of her passionately vibrating depths, while her buttocks ground rhythmically down into the bed.
"Now, darling ... now, darling ... let me suck your cock ... I want to lick your prick while you're kissing my cunt!"
Wanda's words were hoarse ragged gasps, coming from the very depths of her being. She loved having her vagina kissed by her lover, only an hour after Blaze, her lovely redheaded co-performer, had done it, but she felt empty as well. She wanted the taste and feel of a hard masculine cock between her lips, to make her feel complete. She wanted to give pleasure in the same degree as she was receiving it.
Ryder needed no second urging. His earlier erection had died, but had left a gnawing in his balls. Now at Wanda's words, urgent life began to stir through the semi-awakened rod of flesh and it began to pulse with new intensity. Without losing his frantically sucking contact with his mistress's wet writhing cunt, he maneuvered his naked form around on the bed, until his hotly jerking penis was only inches away from Wanda's pouting lips.
"Mmmmm, I'll soon make it nice and hard," she promised him, "and then you can cum in my mouth at the same time as I cum from your sucking!"
He moaned pleasurably into the steaming slit of Wanda's openly presented pussy as he felt her ruby red lips close in around his burgeoning cock. It seemed to expand at once inside her mouth, and he could feel the hard rubbery head flaring from the gentle pressure of her lewdly flicking tongue.
Immediately, her mouth began to work at his cock in rhythm with his own tongue sucking and thrusting between her legs and he found his hips flexing against her face, just as her buttocks were tensing and untensing as she drove her tingling vagina up against his greedily sucking mouth.
His eyes closed in complete ecstasy as he gave himself over to his obscene task and relaxed his body so that it blended fluidly against hers. Her full pounding breasts were pressed against his abdomen and he could feel the hardness of the spear-like little nipples as they dug into his flaccid flesh. He pushed his face harder against her pulsating pussy, plunging his tongue in as far as it would go into the hot, churning passage of her wildly dilating cunt. Wanda sucked hungrily on his fully distended cock, taking it almost completely into her mouth, until the spongy head was touching the back of her throat and he thought she would choke. They sucked and licked together in perfect unison, mouth clamped on pussy and lips glued around cock, oblivious to everything but the quickening pace of her accelerating passion.
* * *
"Look, they've gone into that apartment building!"
A cold shiver of apprehension hurtled through June Ryder at her lover's words. The distraught young wife's eyes blurred from watching the two figures disappear through the outer door and a flurry of disappointment clutched at her stomach. She wanted to follow them completely ... to find out just what they were up to. She and Harry had trailed her husband's car all this way ... now they were going to be outfoxed.
"Maybe we can get in anyway," Harry suggested, noticing her mood. "Maybe they left the inner door open!"
Disconsolately, June followed her lover across the street and entered Wanderly Apartments with him. Mixed feelings were causing a tumult inside her. What was Don doing with that blonde? But even as she asked herself the question, she was afraid of the obvious answer. All those impossibly long hours of overtime, Don's evasive answers as to the exact nature of the job, no overtime money ... it was all adding up only too accurately.
But June couldn't bring herself to accept what her brain was telling her. Don just wouldn't ... he wouldn't be unfaithful to me! But you are unfaithful to him ... why shouldn't he have an affair too?
"We're in luck-the door's open!" Harry whispered excitedly as he held it open for her. It was certainly lucky to find the inner door ajar ... but where did that lead?
"She's on the top floor. Now that we're in, we might as well go up!"
June followed her lover up the stairs with a heavy heart. The whole evening was just proving too much for her. First the incredible double female act, then the shock of discovering that her husband had been watching it too. Now the realization that he had gone to her apartment with the blonde star of the obscene show! And now....
"Well, this is it," Harry said, looking at the door of Wanda's apartment. "But I'm sure it's locked."
He was enjoying this new development to the evening. He was intrigued to find out about Ryder's relationship with the blonde, and was not a little jealous of the lucky sonofabitch!
"Try it anyway," June insisted, feeling if they had come this far, they might as well go whole hog.
"How do you like that? It's open!"
June's heart was hammering fast as she crept silently into the semi-darkened apartment. Oh God, what are we doing? Maybe they're just sitting in the living room, having a drink and behaving perfectly innocently! What will they say ... what will Don say when he sees us?
At that moment she wanted to turn back and forget their whole stealthy errand. It was low and underhand to be sneaking into the apartment like this ... they shouldn't have done it!
"They're in the bedroom," Harry told her in a whisper.
Immediately June forgot all her misgivings. In the bedroom....
"C'mon, let's take a peek...."
June followed him as he tiptoed towards the half-open door into what was obviously the bedroom. Her heart was in her mouth and her throat was dry and chalky. She could hear some kind of strange sibilant sounds, but her brain refused to function, to try and register what they were. Oh dear God, what was she going to see?
"Man oh man, get a load of that!"
Cameron's excited words branded themselves on her brain and tremulously she stepped into the bedroom and peeped ahead.
"Oh no!" she gasped audibly, thinking that she was going to faint. The world seemed to stop in that instant when the horrified wife saw her husband locked in a lascivious embrace with the voluptuous blonde strip-star. She just couldn't believe it! It couldn't be her husband lying there, his face buried in the blonde's openly writhing pussy, while she sucked hungrily on his jerking cock! It couldn't be Don who was so lewdly sixty-nining with the blonde!
But it was!
June wanted to scream, to rush in there and separate them, to cry out her jealousy and misery. But she couldn't. She was rooted mutely to the spot and if the ceiling had suddenly caved in, she couldn't have moved. She was transfixed by the obscene evidence of her husband's infidelity with the glamorous striptease queen.
All the fears and doubts she had tried to banish on the numbing journey in pursuit of her husband and his mistress came agonizingly into one stark reality that couldn't be denied.
"Jeez, he's a hell of a lucky guy," Cameron whistled. "I wouldn't mind changing places with him."
June was suddenly irritated by her lover's words. He didn't seem to realize her predicament. It was obvious he didn't care at all that they had discovered her husband with another woman. All he was interested in was what was happening on the bed and wishing that it was he himself who was sixty-nining with the salacious blonde.
Tears stung at the unhappy brunette's eyes. Don didn't care about her anymore. How could he, with a beautiful dish like Wanda as his mistress. She was sorry she had come ... she wished that she had never discovered the spectacle of her husband's infidelity with the strip-club performer. She could have cherished her illusions about things eventually turning out right between them. But what about yourself? You're not so very innocent either....
Yes, it was true. She was just as bad as her husband was. She too had jeopardized their marriage by her affair with the tricky salesman ... was it worth it?
Her eyes drifted again to the nakedly writhing pair on the bed. To think that only an hour before she had been admiring the blonde's statuesque beauty while she was watching her perform abandonedly with the redhead.
Now she was watching her own husband kissing and lapping at the moistly clinging vaginal flesh, just as Blaze had done earlier, while the lascivious blonde sucked and pulled on Don's blood-hardened penis. She could catch glimpses of the pulsating red flesh as it disappeared between Wanda's shapely lips ovaled lovingly around it. The adulterous blonde was taking it almost completely into her mouth, so that just an inch or so was left at the base and the shocked young wife could see her husband's dark wiry pubic hair grazing against his mistress's smooth-skinned face.
June noticed that the blonde was cupping Don's sperm-laden balls in her palm and was kneading them convulsively, all the while grinding her openly receptive cunt against his frantically working mouth.
"What are we going to do about them, honey?" Harry whispered, his lust-widened eyes never leaving the tangled pair on the bed.
Do? What can we do? Nothing except stand here and watch!
Misery swept in a crushing weight over the distraught brunette. We should go away and pretend we never saw what happened.
"Look, baby, Wanda's going to cum!"
Automatically, June's eyes flicked back to the writhing blonde on the bed, and saw instantly that her body was spasming uncontrollably and that her slender thighs were jerking wildly against Don's imprisoned face. In spite of her deep-down revulsion, June felt a lurid fascination as she stared at the lovely blonde's uncontrollably twitching body. Her full breasts were heaving and her face was flushed and moist as she continued to suck and lick on the distended cock between her lips. June thought she could hear her muffled moans of pleasure, and detachedly she remembered that she was actually watching her husband's mistress reaching a climax from his lascivious cunnilingus!
"Christ, I'm getting a hard-on just watching them," Harry whispered urgently beside her and at the same moment she felt his hands creeping up to encircle her palpitating breasts.
Angrily she pulled away, shocked and upset by his touch. He had no idea how she was feeling, didn't realize how shattered she was by the visual evidence of her husband's infidelity, even though she was witnessing it with her own lover!
"Oh God, Wanda darling, keep sucking it ... keep sucking hard on my prick...."
June was jerked back into reality at the sound of her husband's impassioned words. Looking up, she saw that his wet reddened face was finally freed from the hungrily gripping columns of the stripteaser's thighs. He was staring down at the blonde's obscenely bobbing head as she worked slavishly over his expanded penis, desperately trying to wring the anticipated life-giving nectar from it.
At that moment more than any other, June wanted to rush in and confront her adulterous husband. She wanted to tangle her hands in that flailing blonde head and pull it away from Don's pulsating penis. And ... what? Did she want to suck and lick it herself? Did she want to feel her husband's big hard cock in her mouth? Yes, she did ... she did and it was her right! Not that blonde bitch's ... it should be she, June Ryder, sprawled on the bed between her husband's thighs. Oh God, she couldn't take it any longer.
"Aaaaahhhhh ... oh God, I'm cumming!"
June was immobilized by her husband's gasp of supreme pleasure and stared with glazed eyes as she saw him pumping furiously against Wanda's hungrily gulping mouth. She was drinking his sperm! She was milking greedily on his jerking cock and taking every drop of his sticky male cum!
A flush of anger and jealousy cascaded over the dumbfounded wife. That cheap slut was draining her husband dry, with his spurting penis thrust far back into her throat! It was too much to endure ... she couldn't stand it a moment longer....
"You goddamn lying cheating sonofabitch!"
The words spewed effortlessly from her mouth as she stormed into the bedroom, leaving her flabbergasted lover standing open-mouthed in the doorway.
Don looked up, horror and shock mingled plainly on his face with overwhelming guilt. A dull crimson suffused his cheeks as he stared horrified at his rampaging wife. He was frozen into position, his hands still clutching Wanda's golden tresses, his rapidly deflating penis still clinging wetly between her lips.
"You dirty bastard, I saw everything! I know you were at that filthy show, watching this slut ... I followed you all the way here and caught you ... I saw it all ... you licking her cunt while she sucked your cock...."
Her eyes were blazing and she was grotesquely transformed with rage.
"Honey, please, let me...." Don began helplessly, wishing the ground would open and devour him. He felt rather than saw Wanda stirring beside him and was grateful that at least his cock wasn't still buried between her lips.
"I don't want any of your bullshit stories," June raged wildly, moving threateningly towards her shame-stricken husband.
"Now wait a minute, sweetie...."
It was Wanda who had spoken and June turned loathingly towards her.
"You shut up, you scheming bitch, or I'll tear every hair from that goddamned peroxide head of yours...."
Wanda's eyes narrowed as she scrutinized the ranting young brunette.
Then without warning, she turned to Harry who was still rooted wordlessly in the doorway.
"What brought you here? You don't look like a telegram boy to me!
For the first time, Don noticed the figure by the door, and confusion mingled with his other shattering emotions.
Wanda noticed June's quick change if color and shrewdly summed up the situation.
"Just who are you and what are you doing here in my apartment?"
"I ... I came with June!" For the first time in his life probably, the traveling salesman was at a loss for words. He was astounded by his own mistress' aggressive action and realized now that he was clearly implicated.
"So you watched the show, too?"
Cameron didn't answer.
There was a long silence and then Don was the first to recover his equilibrium.
"What were you doing at a nightclub with him, June?"
His voice was hard and demanding, and his flustered wife couldn't meet his gaze. Oh God, I've really put my foot in it now ... I shouldn't have lost my temper with him....
"It's pretty obvious I'm afraid, Don dear," Wanda went on. "No guy would take a married gal to a show like that unless he was on pretty good terms with her!"
"Just what the hell do you mean by that?"
"Oh don't be so naive darling. Remember you left your cute little wife along a hell of a lot! Why shouldn't she amuse herself with a smart young guy like this fella?"
A terrible premonition gripped the hapless husband and a quick look at his humiliated wife confirmed his worst suspicions.
"You ... you cheap little slut!" he choked, rage burning his throat. He still couldn't believe it! His wife ... his own June, having an affair with ... with that young punk! He'd kill her ... he'd strangle her with his bare hands!
"Goddamn cheating whore! I'll teach you!"
"JUST A MINUTE!"
Wanda was getting irritated. She was sick and tired of the younger couple's accusations and histrionics and she was determined to put a stop to it all.
"Why don't you two just forgive and forget? You're both in the wrong if you want to look at it like that. Personally I think you're making a mountain out of a molehill. Just chalk it all up to experience and kiss and make-up!"
No one said anything.
"C'mon, stranger," she called to Harry, "come and help me get some drinks going in the living room."
Cameron dumbly followed the lovely blonde as she sauntered casually, still stark naked out of the bedroom.
For a long moment after they left, neither Don nor June said anything.
Finally June spoke.
"Darling, I'm sorry ... I know it was wrong, but ... "
Her abject apology softened her husband's reserve.
"As Wanda says, I guess neither of us is an angel."
"I wouldn't have ... I never would have got involved with Harry if you hadn't ... hadn't...."
"Fucked you in the ass? I know that was a real bad thing to do, but I was so guilty ... that was the night I met Wanda!"
"On ... on our anniversary?"
Ryder nodded dumbly.
"But why?" June was desperately afraid to ask the question because she was terrified of the answer she'd receive. That he was in love with the blonde ... that he wanted a divorce....
"Well, I guess you were right about me," Don explained humbly. "I suppose I'm still a college boy at heart, hooked on the idea of having someone like Wanda for a girl friend. You know, a strip star and everything. It's screwball, but it's the truth. But actually, Wanda's a fantastic person, and as you can see, she's quite a looker! A real star, in fact."
June was a little envious of his glowing praise of the older woman, but she was also touched by his sincere confession of his weakness ... something she would never be able to do, she was sure.
"B-But you don't love her?"
"Of course, I don't. At least, not in the way I love you!"
"You really mean that?" June gasped. "I mean, after Harry, I thought you might...."
Don felt his anger reawakening. Every time he thought of that young bastard, he wanted to punch him in the nose.
"Are you trying to tell me that you 're in love with ... with that young punk?"
June suppressed a smile at his words, recalling that her lover was only a few years younger than her husband, but was overwhelmed by the evidence of Don's jealousy.
"No, I don't love him ... How could you even think that for a moment?"
Then they were in each other's arms, trembling with relief and brimming with newfound hope.
"Well, I'm glad to see you two have finally got some sense!"
Wanda padded into the bedroom, carrying two Tom Collinses, followed by Harry, who also held two glasses.
The Ryders, still sitting close together on the bed, accepted a drink gratefully.
"Whew, I'm glad that little domestic scene is over and done with," the outspoken blonde went on. "If there's anything I can't stand is a husband or wife making a fuss over a teeny little affair. It's such an antiquated reaction ... one I'm sure our friend Harry here wouldn't have!"
"Hell no! Live and let live, that's my motto!"
Don and June exchanged secret sly glances which spoke volumes. Those two didn't understand, because they weren't married ... to each other or any one else! They couldn't possibly know what it was like and how important marital fidelity was!
"If the pair of you are going to start acting like love birds, you might as well go whole hog!"
Wanda had observantly noticed their exchanged smile and decided to try and press things a little further. She was getting bored with all this talking and sitting around and was ready for some action.
"What do you mean, Wanda?" Don asked, sensing his mistress's restlessness.
"Go right ahead and fuck ... Harry and I won't mind, and after all, we're all old friends now!"
June found herself blushing at the older woman's suggestion and to her surprise saw that Don was looking at her speculatively. Surely he wasn't thinking of doing as she advised?
"What do you think, honey? Would you like to make love?"
The surprised wife stared at her husband. Did he really mean it? Did he want to make love to her in front of his mistress and her lover? More important, did she?
A little tingle of perverted pleasure rippled through her as her thoughts began to conjure up images ... lewd lascivious images of herself and Don fucking, with Harry and Wonda watching. Why not? After all, they had all watched Wanda sixty-nineing with another woman, and then she and Harry had watched Don suck the blonde's pussy while she licked June's husband's penis! Why stop now? Don was already naked ... she would just have to pull her clothes off and....
Harry was beside himself with excitement. He never thought the evening out that he had planned with Mrs. Ryder would culminate in these wild happenings. That Wanda sure is a winner, he thought appreciatively. Maybe I can get my hands on that tight little ass of hers a little later....
"I'd like to fuck you now, baby ... I don't care who's watching!" Don was aware of the growing turbulence in his awakening cock as it began to stir into new life. He was beginning to see his wife in a new light. He had never dreamed that she'd ever have an affair. Now he wanted to discover for himself what sort of a change had come over her, because he knew without a doubt that she had changed-she had to have changed or else she would never have embarked on an illicit relationship with a traveling salesman ... not the June he knew!
"Come on, honey, let's not waste any more time."
His hands were ready pulling down the zipper of her dress and she allowed herself to be stripped, her reeling brain still refusing to make a decision.
"Don't be shy, sweetie," Wanda encouraged her as she sat back on the one easy chair in the bedroom. Her initial anger at the abusive young wife had faded and she now regarded the pretty brunette with a certain amount of sympathy and understanding. She knew that the shocked wife's vitriolic words earlier were the result of trauma and consternation and not really meant personally.
June felt warmed by the blonde's encouraging words as she sat there on the bed, wearing only her brassiere and panties. Don had already rolled down her stockings and discarded her dress and now he was unclasping the hook on her brassiere.
"Now, honey, let me take off your panties," he urged passionately, his eyes roaming lustfully over her nearly naked body. Obediently she leaned back and raised her hips as he eased down the flimsy white nylon.
"Mmmmm ... you didn't tell me your wife was such a doll, Don," Wanda praised appreciatively as she gazed at the quivering brunette.
June's embarrassment and awkwardness faded completely when she saw the look of reverence and desire in her handsome husband's eyes. What did it matter who was watching them? They had nothing to hide! Don wanted her and loved her as much as ever ... just as she desire him! Why hold back just because her lover and her husband's mistress were in the room?
"Oh darling, I'll make it up to you ... I promise!" Don whispered as he bent down and pressed his lips wetly to her waiting mouth. A thrill of pleasure surged through her and she returned his kiss, her tongue darting eagerly into his mouth, finding his and whipping up a lewd dance of frenzy. She pressed her lush naked body against his, feeling the growing hardness of her nipples as they tensed against his strong-muscled chest. Unconsciously her thighs parted and she strained her trembling pussy mound against the rigid length of his hard, fully erect cock.
Don's mouth trailed passionate love bites all over his wife's smooth white neck and throat and June found herself mewling wantonly from the tremors of exciting sensations which tingled through her. A deep yearning suffused her palpitating body in a way that it never had with Harry, and she was thrilled by the knowledge of her awakening response to her own husband.
"Grab his prick, June! Stroke it and make it a bit harder before he puts it in!"
This time the amorous brunette didn't flinch from the older woman's crude words. Instead, she slid her hand down between their churning bodies and her fingers came into searing contact with the hard throbbing rod.
"Yes, darling, hold and caress my cock. I want to feel your hand on it...."
She closed her hand around the hotly pulsating circumference and began to slide her hand up and down the rigid blood-filled length. She was sure she could feel it growing and expanding under her touch, and all at once she wanted to make it as big and hard as she could before it entered her waiting vagina.
There was a desperate burning between her legs now and a warm growing moistness there, and the young wife recognized the sensations as carnal desire-pure animal lust for her husband! She continued to massage teasingly the pounding rod of flesh in her hand while the involuntary churning of her hips seemed to quicken and intensify.
"Put your prick in, Don. Put it into her cunt now. I can tell you're both good and ready!"
Wanda was watching the loving couple with rapt interest and couldn't refrain from throwing out her explicit instructions. It gave her a vicarious thrill of pleasure to observe the reconciliatory love-making and she enjoyed whatever part she could take in it.
Harry Cameron too was entranced by what was happening a few feet away from him, aware too of twinges of jealousy as he watched the loving union between his mistress and her husband. His cock was like a length of lead pipe between his legs and his balls felt ready to explode. But still he couldn't take his eyes off the lascivious scene.
"Mmmmmm ... my pussy is on fire, Don darling, and I'm going to guide your lovely hard cock into it now." June guided the hard rubbery head towards the moistly waiting split of her eager pussy, spreading her milk-white trembling thighs as far apart as she could. She winced when she felt the first contact between delicate cuntal flesh and hard unyielding cock-flesh, and instinctively began to rotate the blunt, blood-filled head around the damp outer folds, moistening it in her free-flowing vaginal juices.
"God, honey, I can't wait any longer ... I've got to fuck you now." The hungry urgency of her husband's voice excited the aroused brunette even more and she shivered with anticipatory pleasure. Her husband was going to make love to her now, right here in Wanda's apartment in front of her lover and his own mistress!
Don flicked his hips forward and drove his rock-hard penis straight at the small petal-shaped opening of his wife's cuntal mouth.
"Aaaaahhhhh ... ooohhhhh," June gasped as she felt the flesh-parting entry of his lust-engorged cock as it sliced up through her tender vaginal flesh. She felt her inner walls give way willingly before his demanding cock-head and she was filled with an indefinable sensation of completeness and submission.
"Mmmmmmmnnn, yesssss," she moaned as her receptive cunt flowered eagerly open to accept her husband's driving desire-hardened cock.
"Shove it all the way in, Don ... Bury your prick right up to the balls!" The blonde stripteaser was happily immersed in her new role of promoter. She was concentrating fully on the copulation taking place between her lover and his wife and had forgotten all about Harry who was also aroused, but in a different way.
He had surreptitiously pulled open his fly and had extracted his palpitating cock from the tight confines of his pants. His hand slid up and down its ponderous length as he stared fixedly at the Ryders. He was lewdly excited at the sight of his mistress being fucked by her husband, and he wished with all his heart that he was in Don's place, just as he had wanted to be when he had seen the husband sixty-nineing with Wanda. It didn't matter to him now that Wanda was free and probably willing-at the moment he wanted only his mistress. But June was completely engrossed in her husband.
"Nnnnnngghhhh ... aaaahhhmmmmm," she moaned as Don finally hit bottom, slapping hard against the tender cushiony tip of her cervix. He had sunk his lengthy penis to the hilt in her clasping vaginal depths, just as his mistress had instructed him to! For a long moment he held it there, reveling in the tight clinging feeling of her gently pulling inner cunt as it closed in on his lust-swollen cock. His sperm-burdened balls fitted snugly in the clenching crevice of her shapely little buttocks and he could feel the scintillating response which was beginning deep inside her.
This was so new and wonderful for him. For so long he had dreamed of having a truly responsive and loving wife, and the dream had died a sickly death. Now it was being resurrected and was coming true! He could hardly believe it!
"All right, start fucking her now!" Wanda instructed, still not aware that Cameron was edging closer to the lovingly united husband and wife on the bed.
Don pulled out with a slow, drawn-out movement, feeling his wife's soft warm vaginal flesh cling tantalizing to his withdrawing shaft. When just the spongy head was still enclosed tightly by the elastic cuntal ring, he surged forward once more. This time he glided easily all the way into her greedily grasping passage. The inner channel felt as if it was lined with velvet, a soft viscous velour that cushioned and stroked his plunging cock with the feathery touch of a million tiny hands.
"Oh darling, oh darling, it's fabulous," June moaned as she gave herself over to the free-swinging rhythm being established by her husband. Her entire body felt light and liberated and for the first time in her married life she felt truly happy and fulfilled. This is what life is all about, she told herself ecstatically ... nothing with Harry could ever compare to this!
Across the small room, June's lover couldn't help himself. His eyes were bulging and his breathing was becoming rapid and ragged. He was inflamed with uncontrollable lust and of their own volition, his hands began to strip off his pants first and then his shirt. Cameron was governed by an ulterior force which made him obey the demands of his libido no matter how crazy they were-nothing in the world could stop him from edging closer and closer to the oblivious couple thrashing about obscenely on the bed.
Don couldn't believe his luck! June certainly had changed! She was a new woman entirely, and she had changed for the better! He could hardly believe that the full-blooded voluptuous woman fucking back freely beneath him was his wife. His dream certainly had come true and in a way that surpassed even his most erotic imaginings.
"Christ, darling, you're a fantastic fuck ... I never dreamed you could be like this...."
Wanda stared with satisfaction at the completely aroused couple. She was glad that things were going right for them. Don wasn't really her type, although it had been a ball while it lasted. But she had known it couldn't go on forever. Now she was really happy that things were working out this way, because they seemed to be a couple of nice kids. June, especially, was far too nice to be mixed with the likes of that leering salesman. She got his number right away, and didn't like him any the less for it. In fact, in a way he was her own type devil-may-care ... world-wise and basically with his own motives in view all the time. In fact, for the first time, she noticed what the salesman had been up to. She had been lost in thought for a few moments and in that short space of time, he had sidled up to the writhing pair on the bed. Wanda saw with some surprise that he was completely naked, and she couldn't help but see that he had a hell of a hard-on!
"Harry, what are you doing?" she whispered urgently, beckoning to him.
But he didn't seem to hear her, even though she was only a few feet away from him. He was moving like a man in a trance, with his intention fixed immovably in his lust-dazed brain.
June was sure she had found heaven on earth. Their two bodies were moving together with perfect tempo, every powerful instroke of her husband's hard-driving cock carrying them both a step higher on the ladder of sensual pleasure. She had forgotten completely about Wanda and Harry. No one existed for her but her own husband ... she would never need anyone else again.
That was why her heart nearly stopped when she felt the hands crawling insectlike over her hips.
"Oh God, what...." she gasped, afraid to turn her head.
Don's eyes were closed and he didn't seem to notice anything, and for a second June wondered if it wasn't her imagination at work.
"It's me, Harry ... don't you remember your lover?"
June's eyes looked back over her shoulder to Cameron's passion-distorted face and a ripple of fear coursed through her. What did he want? Was he going to try and separate her from her husband? What would Don say?
"Harry, what do you want?" she pleaded fearfully, hardly daring to breathe. His hands were insistently stroking her trembling flesh. But the strangest thing of all was that Don didn't seem to notice. He kept on fucking rhythmically between her legs, seemingly unaware of the incredible interruption.
"Roll over, doll ... I want to get me a piece of the goods too!"
Oh my God, no! June thought desperately, not really knowing what he was talking about. All she did know was that the nightmare was beginning again. Why couldn't he leave her alone? Why did he have to spoil things between herself and Don?
What the hell is that guy doing? Wanda wondered as she observed what was happening. She had heard his coarse command to his mistress to 'roll over' ... but what was he intending to do? And the amazing thing was, Don was turning over on his side ... onto his back ... and lifting June so that she was straddling him! This was really getting sensational!
June's brain was whirling and she fought inwardly to control her confusion. She still didn't know what her lover wanted, but she was astonished by Don's apparent obedience to Cameron's lewd order. But what was going to happen now?
Once again she felt her lover's hands on her trembling body, this time on her tensely clenched ass-cheeks. Her buttocks were still flexing forward and down as Don fucked up into her widespread cunt without losing a single stroke. But when she felt Harry's hands pulling and straining the flaccid cheeks apart, a cold quiver of fear nudged at her thudding heart.
"Don't worry honey," Cameron rasped leeringly, "Ol' Harry's got a special treat in store for you!"
Oh please help me, someone, she pleaded silently, torn between the desperate apprehension which was gripping her and the quivers of pleasure which still tingled through her carnally aroused body.
Cameron stared at the cringing dark crevice of her white uplifted buttocks, and of its own accord, his middle finger moved unhesitatingly towards the hairless spincter nestled in the forbidden split. He jabbed at it experimentally, testing its resiliencey and then suddenly insinuated the tip of his middle finger into the elastic ring.
"Aaaahhhh ... oh God, stop," June sobbed as a sharp pang of pain assaulted her back passage. She felt him screwing his middle finger farther and farther into the resisting anus, and wondered if the whole thing wasn't a sordid nightmare. This couldn't be happening, it couldn't be possible! It would spoil everything between her and Don.
My God, he's got his finger in her asshole! Wanda thought, shivering vicariously at the thought of his unnatural impalement. Curiosity was too much for her and she finally left the comfort of her chair and moved over to the bed.
She was just in time to see Cameron withdraw his finger from the defensively clenching brown opening and to hear June's sob of relief. But moments later, it was the blonde stripper's turn to gasp in disbelief....
June felt the hard granite-like head of Harry's cock nudging its way between the rounded cheeks of her buttocks and panic gripped her. He couldn't be thinking of anything like that ... he just couldn't!
"Harry, please don't...." she whimpered suddenly, unable to stop herself.
"Take it easy, baby, take it easy and just relax," her lover cautioned as he began to press his lust-flared cock-head against the small hairless opening of her anus.
Wanda watched in mute horror and excitement as the salesman strained his massive, blood-engorged penis against the minuscule orifice. He wants to fuck her in the ass ... he'll split her in two with that huge thing, she thought, feeling a surge of pity for the helpless girl. But still she didn't make a move to help her. II her own husband doesn't mind, why should I?
From the moment he heard Cameron's lascivious words, Ryder knew what his wife's lover had in mind. But he didn't care! That was the crazy thing. He knew what Cameron's obscene intentions were and he wasn't doing a thing about it! He didn't really know why himself, but he thought that he was subconsciously looking on it as a final punishment for his cheating wife. Yes, let her own lover punish her for her transgressions, he thought sadistically, she deserves it!
June thought she'd die when she felt the flesh-splitting pain behind. She felt as if she was being torn in two, rent asunder by a red-hot pole rammed up her anus.
"AAAAHHHHHHH ... OH GOD, STOP!"
With brutal force, Cameron pressured the rubbery sphincter incessantly until it at last gave way and he was able to insert his lust-stiffened cock into the dark secret passage.
Wanda couldn't believe it when she saw the huge thickness disappear into the small opening. She didn't believe it possible, but obviously it was. This Cameron is a real brute of a guy, she thought, not without a trace of pleasurable interest.
June felt the rampaging hardness of her lover's cock as it forced its way unnaturally into the forbidden channel of her rectum. Tears stung her eyes and she felt herself to be utterly abandoned. Why doesn't Don do something? Or Wanda? Why are they letting him do this to me?
"Please, Harry, don't...." she whimpered again, unable to suppress her plea. He had managed to screw his penis all the way into her sorely stretched rectum and now he was beginning to withdraw, bruising her lacerated passage once again.
"Just relax, baby ... and it will be all right!"
Relax! How could she relax when he was tearing her apart with his huge cock? How could her own husband keep quiet and let her suffer like this?
Don heard his wife's gasps of pain and was beside himself with new feelings of cruel pleasure. She was getting her just deserts for what she had done. She had cheated on him and now she was being castigated for her infidelty. Her salesman-lover was fucking her in the ass, just like he himself had done not so long ago. Only this time she was sandwiched between the two of them, her husband and her lover!
June could hardly believe that the racking pain was beginning to clear as Harry established a slow steady rhythm of driving into her tender anus with one long hard sweep and then pulling out again just as smoothly. Drops of premature sperm lubricated her sorely tried passage and helped her nether channel adjust to the unnatural sensation of being so cruelly skewered.
Wanda would have liked a cigarette but she couldn't draw her eyes away from the lascivious three-way fucking going on right in front of her, on her own bed. She was magnetized by the depraved act that she was witnessing and her entranced eyes followed every movement of the two hard plunging cocks as they buried themselves simultaneously in both June's widely stretched passages. She saw the brownish edges of the brunette's anus pull out as it clung to the pounding hardness of Harry's penis, and the tiny coral petals of her outer vaginal flesh nibbling hungrily at her husband's sawing cock.
And then the voluptuous blonde saw something that she could hardly believe at first. Her experienced eyes saw at once the very moment when pain turned to pleasure and the buffeted young wife began to enjoy the debauched act. The older woman sensed June's total subjugation even before the young brunette herself realized it.
At first June was shocked when she realized that little wisps of arousal were curling around deep in her loins. Oh God, what kind of a whorish woman have I become? she wondered frantically as she tried to blank out the insidious signals of desire.
But it was no use. The wisps grew into flurries and soon her trembling body was engulfed with sensations of unbelievable pleasure. There was no doubt about it now ... she was beginning to respond fully to the lewd double-fucking. She was starting to enjoy being sandwiched between her husband and lover, and to enjoy their two lust-thickened cocks driving together into her helplessly dilated passages.
"Yes, yes ... oh yesssss ... oooohhhhhh...." She began to swing her flaring buttocks backward to receive her lover's downward plunging penis and then to flick her hips forward to welcome all of Don's wonderful cock into her hungrily receptive pussy. All at once she felt totally free ... liberated from all mental and moral restrictions and she was able to drift with the overwhelming tide of passion which was carrying her along. Oh Lord, this is what heaven is all about, she thought dizzily, lurid chills thrilling her from head to toe. She was enveloped in a swirling miasma of sensual pleasure and it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Poor Wanda ... all she can do is sit and watch me being fucked half to death by two men at the same time! For once, I'm the lucky one!
The movements of their three lewdly linked bodies were perfectly synchronized and June felt as if she could go like that forever. It was such a safe secure feeling, she would never be afraid again after this. This indeed was the ultimate, and her sensually tingling flesh was experiencing new heights of tantalizing pleasure. Nerve endings simmered with erotic excitement and she felt as if pure sensuality was emanating from every pore of her body.
"Well, darling, are you happy now? You've got two guys all to yourself...."
Don's words were gasped out as he continued to thrust into her from below, feeling Cameron's long rangy cock brushing against his through the thin dividing membrane deep inside her.
"Yes ... yes ... it's fabulous ... and I'm going to cum from the lovely double-fucking...."
Everything went blank then for the lecherously aroused young wife as she was overcome with feelings of pleasure so intense that she couldn't sustain them. She was only aware of the uncontrollable lurching of her dangerously excited body and the rasping grunts of the two men beneath her and behind her, and then she dropped into a heavy lust-drugged daze.
CHAPTER EIGHT
June felt happier than she had ever before felt in her life. Her body still tingled with the aftermath of her formidable orgasm, and there was a pleasant sparkling sensation still flickering in her moist pussy. Everybody, in fact, was relaxed and happy and it seemed natural that they should all be lolling around Wanda's living room, completely naked and unfettered. Wanda had fixed a snack and some coffee and now June was thinking that it was time she and Don were getting home.
She was a little bit sorry to say good-bye to Harry, and to Wanda too, because she knew she would never see the debonair salesman again at least not as a lover. In the few minutes that they had had alone together after the licentious three-way love-making, she and Don had agreed unanimously to end their extra-marital adventures. Don told her that he didn't need any other women now, that she was the perfect lover, and his words had really thrilled her. She realized in turn that Harry Cameron no longer had much attraction for her. Now that the illicit quality was gone from the affair, and she was capable of responding just as fully, if not more so to her husband, she was perfectly willing to give him up.
One thing that pleased her was the fact that Wanda and the salesman were obviously hitting it off. Even though the glamorous blonde was older than Harry, they seemed to June to be amazingly well matched. She couldn't help feel a little glad that she and her husband had unwittingly helped to bring them together. But now, they really must be getting home ... it was so late!
"Well, at long last we have a lull in the party," Wanda said brightly, echoing June's thoughts.
"I can think of something to do that would liven it up," Harry leered, his eyes roaming avariciously over the blonde's opulent curves.
"So can I," she retorted, "but not quite the same thing as you have in mind!"
"Just what did you have in mind?" Don queried, his heart racing in spite of his plans to give up the lovely stripteaser.
"Well, as I've got another special show tomorrow night, it occurs to me that I might get in a little practice ... do something like a rehearsal, you know!"
Her eyes were fixed on the reclining figure of Don's brunette wife, who wasn't paying too much attention to the conversation.
"What do you mean?"
Harry was excited, sensing something novel and very probably salacious.
"You guys don't have to tell me what a hot little number June is, but all the same, I've got a craving to find out for myself!"
June's wandering thoughts were suddenly arrested.
"What do you mean?" she whispered, staring at the smiling blonde who was moving closer to her. A pang of apprehension caught at her chest and she was aware of the expectancy of the two gaping males.
"I'd like to give you a little treat, honey," Wanda whispered, her hand dropping to rest lightly on the young wife's thigh.
"A ... a treat?"
"Yes sweetie, a treat. I'd like to lick your little cunt, June, the way I kissed Blaze's just a while back. I'd like to suck and stroke it with my tongue until you cum ... would you like that, June honey?"
June stared at the older woman, her face draining, mesmerized by her lewd monotone. What was she saying? Was she intending to do to her what she did to the redhead ... to kiss her vagina ... to put her tongue right into her pussy? Was that what she meant?
Conflicting emotions tumbled through the flabbergasted wife. What she was suggesting was wrong ... perverted even. It was one thing to watch it for entertainment, quite another to have it ... cunnilingus ... performed on her by another woman! Still, hadn't she wondered what it would be like while she sat watching Wanda and Blaze? A lewd image of the two naked women writhing in abandoned ecstasy on the stage flashed into her brain and she couldn't shake it loose. Would she be like that? Would she react to the lesbian love-making the way Blaze did?
In spite of herself, June felt a growing burning starting between her thighs ... the sparks had kindled into lasciviously licking flames which were inciting her loins into lustful desire. Did she want Wanda to do it? Did she really want the older woman to go between her legs and kiss her vagina? With her husband and Harry Cameron watching? She didn't want it ... she didn't ... and yet....
"Now, honey, you just lie back and let me take care of everything!"
Wanda was beside her, encouraging her to lie flat on the luxuriously carpeted floor, and was running her soft hands over her trembling body.
"Hey, Don, she's going to lick your wife's cunt!" Harry whispered in feverish excitement, while Don just stared in open-mouthed astonishment. It had been the shock of his life when he discovered that June had responded to the wanton dual fucking, and he had come to accept it as part of the new woman that she had become. But did this new personality encompass love with her own sex? With another woman?
A shiver of anticipatory fear suffused with pleasure coursed through the supine brunette as she watched Wanda settle between her outstretched thighs. She quivered under the experienced older woman's knowledgeable touch and she found that her blood was racing and that her throat was dry. Oh dear God, she shouldn't be doing this! It was wrong ... but why stop now? Hadn't she just been made love to in an obscene way by two men-her husband and her lover? Why stop now? Why balk at this one last act that would put the final stamp of liberation on her? Why indeed?
Wanda's avid gaze flicked over the slightly churning cuntal split nestled beneath the curly brown pubic wisps and then she reached out with her tongue and dabbed at the moist pink furrow.
"Aaaaaarrrrrrhhhhhh ... Oooohhhhhhh," June moaned from the surprising contact, and then a thrill of illicit pleasure rippled through her as Wanda began to swipe continuously at the delicately flushed outer folds of flesh.
"Mmmmmmmmnnnnnn ... yessssss," she sighed as she realized how she was enjoying the forbidden act. It was much nicer than she had imagined ... nicer even than with Harry. She felt somehow safe with the other woman ... nothing rough or inconsiderate would happen, because Wanda knew what she felt and was in sympathy with her. She felt that instinctively and was conscious of a sort of kinship with the lovely blonde.
Wanda drove her tongue into the juicy recesses of the brunette's warmly squirming pussy, drawing out the heated juices of her passion. She found the little bud of her clitoris and titillated it mercilessly, wringing new moans of abandoned pleasure from the helplessly aroused young wife. Then she began to plunge her stiffened tongue into the hot writhing orifice of her greedily clasping pussy, swirling it around and around the clinging inner walls, screwing it wetly in crude simulation of fucking.
"Christ, man, look at those two go!" Harry rasped, excited by the sight of the two naked women writhing and twisting on the floor. This was even better than the show at the Oasis ... here he had a first class view, and besides, one of the "stars" was his mistress.
And the other ... well, she was a real knock-out, and he had to get his hands on her soon, or else. She had been pretty standoffish so far though. Not in manner. Oh no, she was as friendly as anything, but she just didn't seem to be ready for any action ... as yet.
Well, she certainly looked enticing, crouching there between June's wide-sprawled white legs, her voluptuous ass waving invitingly in the air. Her full, hugely-set breasts jiggled from her thrusting movements as she sought to bury her face completely in the brunette's passion-heated cunt.
June ground her lush buttocks uncontrollably into the soft carpet, shivering all over with growing pleasure. She spread her slender thighs even farther apart and pushed her twitching pussy against Wanda's frantically working mouth. Oh God, it was incredible! Her vagina felt as if it were on fire and she thought she'd die from the wild sensations careening through her. No wonder Blaze had got so excited ... anyone would if they were being kissed and licked to distraction like this. Wanda was fabulous ... no wonder Don had gotten involved with her!
"Oh God, Wanda, your mouth feels fantastic on my pussy ... it's so good ... so goooddddd...."
Her impassioned words finally convinced Don that his wife was really enjoying the unnatural oral love-making. Up till that second, he couldn't bring himself to believe the evidence of his own eyes. It just didn't seem possible that she was responding so fully and so completely to Wanda's expert tonguing. Even though tonight he had discovered that she'd been carrying on an affair with another man, even though he had taken part in a lascivious trio with her, he still thought that an act like this was not in her league. But he was wrong ... very definitely wrong. She was completely aroused by the blonde's obscene lapping at her pussy, and was obviously reaching a state of unparalleled excitement. God, what a woman!
Now's my chance, Cameron thought subconsciously as he began to move towards the two enraptured women. His throbbing cock was already fully erect and he held it aloft in one hand as he positioned himself behind the oblivious blonde.
What the hell is he doing? Don wondered as he watched the intrepid salesman. He saw him place his hands on the quivering mounds of Wanda's shapely ass-cheeks and began to caress the tender flesh lovingly while he nudged his hardened cock into the glistening wet cuntal lips below.
Wanda exploded a moan around and into June's tingling pussy when she felt the prodding hardness against her sensitively squirming cunt. It must be Harry, she guessed intuitively, he couldn't wait to get his prick into me!
Harry steered his lust-stiffened penis into the softly yielding channel of Wanda's receptive vagina, feeling her enveloping warmth as it closed in on him. Hmmmmm, nice and hot, just like I thought it would be, he told himself, as he closed his eyes in ecstasy. All evening long, he had waited for the chance to get into that little blonde cunt ... now at last, it was happening!
God, he's going to fuck her while she's sucking June! Don thought, not without excitement. Another, different threesome was forming ... even more lewd than the last, and the young husband moved closer to get a better look as Harry's thick sturdy cock slid right to the hilt from behind in the stripteaser's hungrily clasping pussy. Don could see the moist pink edges of her cunt nibbling eagerly on the hard rocklike base, and Wanda was beginning to thrust her buttocks backward to impale herself completely on Cameron's skewering penis.
June knew something was happening but wasn't sure what till she raised her head and looked. Then she saw that Harry was right in back of Wanda and knew that he had entered her from behind. He was making love to Wanda while at the same time the voluptuous stripper was tonguing her feverishly excited pussy! It's a threesome again, June thought, but this time, the idea excited her in a lascivious way. She wished she could see exactly what was going on ... that she could see Harry's big familiar cock as it sawed in and out of Wanda's hot little cunt! She wished she could see the blonde's tightly fleshed buttocks thrusting out backwards to receive the salesman's driving penis, and she was almost sure she could hear the moistly sucking pussy flesh as it drew the pleasure-giving rod all the way up inside. But maybe that obscene sucking sound was just the hissing of Wanda's tongue as it sluiced into her own throbbingly alive pussy. Whatever it was, it was a pleasure-giving sound and now Wanda as well as herself was receiving thrills of undefined ecstasy.
Don felt left out. There was no doubt about it but he was jealous of the salaciously engrossed trio. I had my turn a while back, he told himself wistfully, but he still wasn't happy. While it was really fantastic to fuck June while Cameron took her in the ass, it must undoubtedly be as good, if not better, to fuck one beautiful woman while she was mouth-fucking another!
His own cock was pounding with suppressed passion as he stared longingly at the lascivious tangle of his mistress, his wife and her lover. Well, at least June is having a hell of a time....
"Hey Ryder!" Harry gasped through passion-clenched teeth, "Don't just stand there gaping! Shove your prick into your wife's mouth!"
Don stared at him in mingled surprise and shock. Put his cock into June's mouth? Turn the trio into a quartet? Should he? Or more to the point, could he?
"Yes, darling, do what Harry says!"
It was June, his wife, calling to him!
"Come over here and put your lovely big prick in my mouth! I want to taste it ... I want you to fuck me in the mouth!"
Don could hardly believe his ears. But he knew at last that the time for disbelief and uncertainty was over. He could no longer be surprised at anything his wife said or did. She was ready for anything ... even this!
His heart beating with joy, he rushed over and presented the big rubbery head of his cock at the ruby red entrance of her lovely mouth.
"Oh darling, it's big and hard already! But I'll make it even bigger! You'll like that, won't you?"
Don nodded mutely.
"And then you'll come in my mouth and I'll drink every drop of your semen, the way I saw Wanda do it earlier! You'll like that too, won't you?"
Don didn't answer but just rammed his blood-laden rod of flesh between her parted lips, forcing it right back until it was pressing against her larynx. Almost immediately, June began to suck and pull on the fleshy length, running her tongue expertly around it, titillating the sensitive surface with her grazing teeth, tightening her lips around the throbbing circumference like an elastic band. Don couldn't help trying to push more and more of the palpitating length between her soft red lips ... it felt so good to have her suck him at last.
"Gosh, honey, you sure know how to suck cock." He wondered briefly if Harry had taught her, but he dismissed the thought. Because he didn't care ... what mattered was that she wanted to do it at last. She had told him she did and now she was sucking and licking it in a fabulous way ... and she was obviously enjoying the lascivious act.
June closed her eyes in complete abandon. Her nostrils were permeated with the pungent masculine odor of her own husband and she gave herself over wantonly to the joyful task of sucking his cock, while Wanda was kissing her pussy. And at the same time, Harry, her own lover, was fucking the stripteaser from behind. They had all joined into a quartet ... a lewd tangle of fucking and sucking! She was really glad they hadn't gone home precipitately ... they'd have missed all the fun!
I sure am glad that Wanda's giving up Ryder, Harry thought happily as he screwed rhythmically into her tightly gripping pussy. Now he didn't mind at all that he wasn't going to be seeing any more of June, because he had the feeling that he was going to be kept pretty busy with Wanda! His cock felt ready to explode ... her greedy cunt was like a voracious suction machine that threatened to yank his penis right off! He was going to shoot his wad pretty soon ... he couldn't help it. He saw Don pumping furiously into his wife's mouth and he could see her pretty mouth ovaled lewdly around his thrusting penis.
Jeez, a guy at each end and two broads in the middle, was his last coherent thought before the tumultuous rumble in the depths of his balls signaled his accelerating release.
"Push ... push your ass back honey ... I'm going to shoot my load right up into your belly...."
Wanda heard his crude words at the same time as she felt the first hot spurt of his trickling fluid as it spurted into her desperately milking pussy. She thrust back her flaring buttocks and squeezed rhythmically on his ejecting cock, coaxing every last drop of desire-quenching liquid from his draining balls, while she continued her frenzied licking and tonguing of June's wildly twitching cunt.
"Christ, honey, I can't hold out too much longer either ... keep sucking my prick like that ... take it all in your mouth!"
Don's grotesquely engorged penis seemed to fill her mouth completely, choking her breath and trying to slide right down her throat. God, this wanton quartet was unbelievable. Harry was cumming already, spitting his roiling sperm into Wanda's tingling pussy, and now Don was almost ready to empty his fiery semen into her mouth!
"Aaaaieeeeeee ... Keep suckiiinnggggg...."
June felt the burning salty taste of the sperm as it flowed freely between her lips and gushed unchecked down her hotly clutching throat. She closed her eyes as she concentrated on taking every drop of his life-giving fluid from his pumping cock, but she was torn asunder by the clamorous demands of the pleasure she was feeling from Wanda's incessant cunt-licking.
Oh God, she couldn't stand much more of this. Her body was twisting and flailing with spasms of unbelievable pleasure, while her throat and mouth tried to keep on sucking and swallowing. Her cheeks hollowed and filled as she gulped the cascading cum, and she could feel it slipping down her throat and settling in a deep warm pool in her belly.
And at the same time she knew she released a flow of her own orgasmic juices and she could feel her heated inner walls closing in like a vise around Wanda's obscenely thrusting tongue.
Sobs started in the depths of her helplessly aroused body but were muffled around her husband's still-ejaculating penis.
Vibrations ricocheted through her pulsating body and she knew she was getting them from Wanda. Then she realized that the beautiful blonde stripper must also be climaxing, just after Harry did ... all four of them nearly reached an orgasm together. Oh God, there was no end to the miracles happening tonight. She would never be the same after this! She had gone through too much, but the great thing was that her own darling Don had experienced them with her....
CHAPTER NINE
"...And darling, he says he's been transferred permanently to Detroit! What do you think of that?"
"Nothing much," Don Ryder laughed, reaching instinctively for his wife's hand.
They were enjoying a late, leisurely breakfast. It was Saturday and the whole day stretched free before them.
"You should show a little more interest in my lover," June laughed teasingly.
"Your ex-lover, remember?"
June folded the letter and put it back in the envelope again. She was glad to hear from Harry Cameron, of course, especially as it was weeks since she had last seen him. That had been the night when ... She couldn't even begin to think of all the things that had happened that night. But the main thing was, that it marked the beginning of a whole new life for herself and Don. Now theirs was truly a storybook marriage, and nothing would ever change that. Not even the fact that Harry was coming to town permanently.
"But aren't you afraid I'll start seeing him again?"
June couldn't help persisting.
"Are you afraid that I'll suddenly start doing overtime again?"
They both laughed and June was happy with his answer.
"Harry also said in the letter that he had let Wanda know about his transfer and that she seemed delighted!"
"I bet she is! He's just her type!"
"Yes, they do seem well-matched."
Don looked lovingly at his wife.
"Anyway, one thing's for sure," he said slowly.
"What's that, darling?"
"I can guarantee he'll have his hands full keeping that sexy little stripper happy! And that means he won't have time to come snooping around here after you!"
"Well, he won't have to," June said slyly, "just as long as you don't get involved in any more overtime...."
But June knew in her heart there was no fear of that.
