WIFE-SWAPPING, AS IT IS CURRENTLY PRACTICED, RARELY CONSISTS OF A SIMPLE AGREEMENT between two couples to trade partners for the night in separate locations with never a word about if afterward between spouses, writes Roger Blake in his book, Wife Swappers. "The very motivation for most people who embark upon such ventures is a pluri-sexual one including many types of deviant erotic behavior from voyeurism to sadism, masochism to exhibitionism, orgiasm to homosexuality," The pool was the big thing in the lives of the three couples who learned the hard way, that in addition to love, emotions such as jealousy and hatred may be washed up by the waves after a big splash.
1
KEN BENSON STRETCHED ON THE CHAISE lounge as he heard the glass door sliding open behind him. Sharon walked over and set a glass of Scotch down on the table in front of him; then moved across the patio and sat down on one of the lounges near the pool.
Ken picked up the glass and watched the ice sparkle in the dying rays of the late afternoon sun for a second, then lifted it to his lips and took a deep swallow. He looked across at Sharon and licked his lips.
"Thanks, honey, I needed that. Man, this is the life; we should have bought a house years ago."
He stretched his nude body, and Sharon's eyes flickered over the bronzed muscles as they rippled. They had been married for two years, ever since Ken had graduated from law school and become junior partner in his father's law firm. She'd picked Ken for many reasons. He was gentle with her, he had a built-in guarantee of success with his father's firm, and he was one of the best-looking men she'd ever met.
She studied his form closely; two hours of the hot rays of the mid-July sun had left a film of sweat over Ken, and his hard body glowed, making him seem even more handsome than he was. A dark lock of thick, curly hair hung down over his forehead, accenting his handsome face; his broad shoulders were the full width of the lounge, and his muscular chest V'd down to a washboard-hard belly and slim hips. His legs were spread slightly, and his flaccid cock rested gently on the heavy balls that hung loosely between his thighs.
She had seen his naked body many times; but in the week they had owned the house, she had been able to examine it more closely and more often than ever before. The house afforded complete privacy with its twelve-foot solid board fences, and two hours after they'd moved in they had stripped off their clothing by mutual agreement-partly because of the heat, but primarily because they were overjoyed at finally having the privacy that an apartment had never seemed to offer.
Seeing each other constantly nude had transformed their existence. Sharon had lost count of the number of times they had made love since they'd moved in. The change had been good for both of them; their sex life had fallen off over the past few months simply because it had fallen into a ritual. They had needed a change badly.
Ken set his glass down on the table and looked up at his wife. "Who was that on the phone?"
Sharon leaned back on the couch and brushed her blonde hair back. "Janice. She and Ray aren't going to be able to make it. Ray had to fly to Chicago for the weekend."
Ken swore to himself. He had been looking forward to having Janice join in on the housewarming. The stacked redhead had damn near climbed into bed with him at the party she and Ray had given two weeks ago. Ken had been as horny as hell that night, and instead of laughing at her usual teasing advances, he'd taken her up on them. If Donna Ellis hadn't walked into the bedroom looking for her purse, Ken would have had his cock into Janice's hot little body.
Sharon was still talking, and Ken turned his attention from his own thoughts and picked up the last of what she was saying.
". . .we'd better get some clothes on. Donna and
Chris will be here in an hour."
Ken nodded and stood up. "I think I'll take a short swim first; you go ahead."
Sharon finished her drink and started back toward the house. Ken-watched her-well-proportioned body as she moved toward the glass door.
Sharon had really been putting out for him during the last week. It was as if the house had changed her outlook on life. He felt desire building up in him as his eyes played over her. There was no denying that she was one hell of a chunk of woman: she was tall, five foot nine, and her natural blonde hair was long, reaching down to the large red nipples that stood proudly out from her big breasts. She had the nicest boobs Ken had ever seen, and the rest of her matched beautifully. He'd hauled out the tape measure last night just before they'd made love on the soft carpet of the living room, and she hadn't changed a bit since they'd been married-still a stacked 38-23-36.
A month ago Ken had made up his mind to start looking around for some variety in his sex life, but Sharon had made him forget that decision during this last week ... well, almost anyway.
He walked across to the edge of the pool and dove in.
Chris pulled the Mustang over to the curb and reached for the map that was laying on the console between him and Donna. Donna's tight miniskirt had slipped up almost to her hips, and Chris was treated to an unobstructed view of her velvet-smooth thighs. His hand moved across the map and slipped between Donna's legs, his palm cupping the triangle of dark curls that the transparent bikini panties failed to hide.
Donna smiled and closed her thighs, imprisoning his hands, then she moved her hips suggestively.
"Mmmmm ... keep that up and we'll never get to Sharon and Ken's."
Chris felt his cock surge and begin to swell in the tight slacks that fit snugly across the crotch. He began to rub his fingers back and forth against the open lips of Donna's hot crotch, and almost immediately felt the moistness that signified she was ready for him.
Donna moaned and slouched down in the seat, letting her legs spread widely; and Chris shoved her skirt up even farther. Donna reached down and grasped his arm with her right hand.
"That's enough, lover-boy. Don't start anything you can't finish."
Chris glanced down the sidewalk and saw a matronly woman moving toward them. He smiled and withdrew his hand from the damp warmth nestled between Donna's thighs, and sighed as he reached for the map.
"We should; that old bitch would probably want seconds."
Donna pulled her skirt down and laughed. "You're just the boy that could give it to her, too."
Ken dried himself with the towel draped over the edge of the lounge, and then picked up his drink and finished it off. He paused for a few seconds to watch the sun slip slowly below the high fence; then he turned and walked through the big glass door into the kitchen. He set his empty glass down on the counter by the sink, and then walked through the living room and down the hall to the bedroom.
Sharon was seated in front of the vanity, doing her hair. She had slipped into snug, light-blue shorts and a skimpy halter that barely covered the luscious mounds of her breasts, Ken walked up behind her and slipped his hands around to cup and lift the big mounds. Sharon had been ripe all day, and Ken felt her nipple pop up eagerly in his palms.
"This should be quite a house-warming, baby, if you greet Chris in that outfit; you look good enough to eat."
Sharon looked up at his reflection in the big mirror and smiled. "In the first place, it's too damn hot to wear anything else. Besides, I've grown kind of fond of being without clothes; this is as close as I can get to meeting them nude. As far as the last part goes, we just finished supper, so forget about eating for a while."
Ken grinned and gave her big boobs a gentle heave; then he moved across the room to his dresser and pulled the middle drawer out.
Sharon looked at her own reflection and smiled. The light-blue shorts and halter contrasted with her deep brown tan, and the hard tips of her vermilion nipples were easily distinguishable below the thin material of the halter. The past week had turned her into a sex machine, and she was beginning to feel like a-woman again for the first time in a year.
Ken reached into the drawer and pulled out the white knit trunks. He hadn't worn them since the summer before; and if his memory served him right, they had been damn near impossible to get into. He struggled into them and pulled the crotch down to give his cock some room, then he walked over behind Sharon and looked at his reflection in the mirror.
Tight wasn't the word for them; he might just as well have stayed nude. They fit him like a second skin, outlining the long length of his limber cock, and the full globes that dangled below. Sharon's eyes flickered over his reflection too, and she whistled.
"It looks like Donna is going to have something to keep her eyes on too."
Ken chuckled, pleased with the way the tight white suit contrasted with the dark bronze color of his skin. So Janice wasn't going to be able to make it. Well, there was always Donna ... after all, she hadn't told Sharon about finding him and Janice in the bedroom. She couldn't have missed what they had in mind; he had shoved Janice's skirt up around her waist and had her panties down to her knees. Two of his fingers had been deeply entrenched in her hot little box ... no, Donna had known what was going on, and yet she'd just laughed it off and said not so much as a word to Sharon.
Ken bent down and kissed the soft curve of Sharon's shoulder, then he turned around and started out of the bedroom.
"I'll check and make sure we've got enough ice. They should be here any minute."
Sharon nodded and went back to working on her hair. "Mix me a fresh one while you're at it, will you honey?"
Ken crossed to the bar at the other end of the living room and opened the built-in fridge. He glanced inside, and satisfied with the amount of ice, closed it and pulled two glasses down off the shelf. As he mixed the drinks, his mind went back to Donna.
She was a real tough one to figure out. He'd caught her watching him a few times, just often enough to make him wonder if she was interested. If what Chris said was true, she was a real hellion in the tail department. There was no denying that the broad had the right standard equipment; Ken had taken her out a couple of times before she'd married Chris, and he'd had his hands on every inch of her 36-22-26 body. He'd almost had his cock into her, but Chris had come along just then and Donna was no fool. She knew a good thing when she saw it, and Chris had nowhere to go but up. He had one more year to spend learning his old man's business from the ground up, and then he'd walk into a vice-president's job in a multi-million financial empire.
The slightly muffled roar of a motor brought Ken out of his thoughts. He grinned and walked out from behind the bar and headed over to the door. After a year of close friendship with Chris, he'd have recognized that sound in his sleep.
The doorbell rang just as he reached the door, and he pulled it open and waved them inside.
"Welcome to the Benson residence. We'd almost given you up for dead."
Chris grinned and followed Donna through the door.
"To tell you the truth, we almost didn't make it. Donna got all hot and bothered, and she was all for dragging me off to a motel."
Ken laughed and closed the door behind them. His eyes moved over Donna's back for a second, taking in the light summer blouse that showed no indication of her wearing anything under it, and the short miniskirt that hugged her hips and stretched tautly across the jutting mounds of her resilient buttocks.
"Do you want the guided tour, or will you settle for a drink first?"
Chris looked at him and grinned. "Silly question; bring on the booze, We can always see the house later."
Ken moved behind the bar and took two more glasses down. "I'd offer you a chair, but in all honesty I recommend going out onto the patio. The air-conditioning is screwed up, and the patio's the only place livable in this bloody heat. Besides, I want to show off the pool."
Donna's face lit up at the word pool. Ken saw her surprise and shook his head.
"Oh-oh, I have a feeling Sharon was keeping that as a surprise. I'll catch hell for letting the cat out of the bag."
Sharon had come out of the bedroom while he was talking, and she laughed.
"It's okay; she's here now anyway. Besides, it wouldn't do me any good to give you hell; you'd just ignore me."
Ken handed them their drinks, and then the four of them started out for the patio. Sharon and Donna were talking a mile la minute, but Sharon hadn't missed the appraising look that Chris gave her outfit ... or lack of outfit. A pleasant shudder moved through her body as his eyes moved over her quickly, but carefully.
Ken brought the portable bar out with them, and they stretched out on the four lounges. It was starting to get dark, and Ken flipped on the outdoor lighting, flooding the patio in soft red, and illuminating the pool with submerged spotlights.
They hadn't seen each other since the party at Ray and Janice's, and the two women started in on the aspects of the new house while Ken and Chris hacked out the pros and cons of a merger his father was contemplating.
Ken kept the glasses full, and the job kept him moving damn near constantly; the four of them liked their booze, and in three hours they had drained two bottles of Scotch and were well into a third.
Then Donna and Sharon began talking about the pool, and they moved out of the lounges and walked over to the edge of it. Ken and Chris stopped talking when they stood up, each man watching the other's wife as the women walked toward the pool. There was no attempt on the part of either to hide their action; somehow it seemed like the natural thing to do.
They watched the women silently for a second; then Ken turned to Chris and smiled.
"I wouldn't kick either one of them out of bed, would you?"
Chris laughed and tossed back the remains of his drink. "That's an understatement, brother."
Ken stood up and refilled Chris's glass, and that was when Donna spoke.
"It's so hot; I'd sure like to take a dip."
Sharon frowned and turned toward her. "I wish you'd know about it before; a swim would sure go great. I'd give you a suit if I had an extra one, but I don't."
Ken turned toward them. "Hell, we could always skinny-dip. If I turned off the patio lights, nobody could tell the difference."
He had said it half-jokingly, but Chris picked the ball up and tossed it back before one of the girls could answer.
"That's the best idea I've heard all night. Hit the switch, and let's get into that cool water."
Ken didn't need any more urging; he wanted a better look at Donna, and if things worked out, he wanted more than that.
Chris had been watching Sharon ever since he'd entered the house. She seemed to be surrounded by a sensuous glow, something he'd never noticed about her before; and a chance at having her display even more of her body served to excite him more.
Sharon had rediscovered the exquisite pleasure of sex in the last week' and the thought of the four of them splashing around in the pool nude, especially the thought of Chris's muscular body in the water with her, sent hot flashes flooding through her. Normally this might not have been enough, but coupled with the enormous amount of booze she'd consumed, it seemed daring and well worth the risk of facing the possible repercussions.
Donna's body was hot with desire. She was a highly sexed woman, and Chris had really made her ready for a piece of ass when he'd felt her up on the way over in the car. She'd never been a broad who could turn off the rising tide of desire once it had started to build. The sight of Ken's muscular, tanned body in the-white trunks, and the sight of his perfectly outlined cock and balls had driven her to the point that she'd been tempted to try and get him alone anyway; what better opportunity than this, especially when Chris was all for it.
Ken walked to the side of the house and flipped off the patio lights. He left the pool lights on, and the rest of the fenced area was plunged into darkness. Then he stripped off his suit quickly and moved toward the pool. He passed the dark shadows of Sharon and Donna and plunged into the pool. He broke the surface and swam toward the other end, enjoying the freedom of his nakedness; and the thought that Donna's hot little body would soon be in the water with him. When he reached the other end and rested with his arms on the edge of the pool, his cock was hard and throbbing against the cement below the water.
Donna was in for a pleasant surprise; Chris and Ken had showered together several times at the club, and Ken had him by a good two inches. His cock began to pulse rhythmically as he imagined himself slipping between Donna's soft thighs and driving his cock into her hot body.
Sharon hit the water next, and Chris was close behind her. Ken watched them swimming side by side for a second; then he turned his attention to the other end of the pool as Donna dove into the water.
Donna surfaced, and a shudder of pleasure moved through her body. God, how she wanted a man. She turned her head and spotted one of the bright lights glimmering just under the top of the water at the other end of the pool. She could see the shadowy outline of Ken's body, and she swam toward it with strong strokes.
Ken watched her as she made for him. He moved along the edge of the pool until he was directly in front of the light, and-waited for her to come to him. When she reached him she was panting; and he slipped his arms around her to support her, his hands brushing against the full mounds of her breasts as they slipped under her arms.
He was partially turned toward her, and the spotlight illuminated his thick, pulsing cock plainly. He hauled her in close to him, and the throbbing shaft pressed against her slightly rounded belly. His desire was obvious, and she told him that she wanted it too by slipping her arms around his neck and pulling his lips down to hers.
Ken's hands slipped down her back and cupped the firm cheeks of her buttocks. His tongue slipped into her mouth to taste the sweetness, and his hands began to rotate her lower body against him, sliding it back and forth against his massive arousal. Their lips parted, and Donna's hands worked between their bodies and grasped his fiery cock.
"Oh my god, I don't believe it. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me."
Ken chuckled deeply and moved his left hand around to cup and lift one of her breasts.
"It's real, baby, all ten lovable inches, just waiting to try you on for size."
Donna gasped as she discovered the hot length of the throbbing shaft, and Ken groaned at the pleasure of her stroking fingers.
Chris hadn't given Sharon a chance to resist. When they reached the side of the pool, his hands were all over her. She made a feeble attempt to ward off his intimate caresses at first, but his hands seemed to set her on fire, and she began to return his stroking. She hadn't intended to let it get past that point, but that was before Chris spoke.
"Well, I'll be damned ... "
Sharon turned her head and looked across the pool. Ken and Donna were clearly outlined by the bright spotlights, and it didn't take long to figure out what they were doing. Donna was sitting on the edge of the pool, her legs spread widely; and Ken's head was tucked tightly between her thighs. The groans of pleasure coming from them sent a hot flash of need through Sharon, and she reached for Chris' thick cock and squeezed.
"Let's get out of the pool, Chris; I want you ... "
Ken's tongue twisted and darted in the warm, moist channel between Donna's thighs. She quivered and shook in his hands as he gave her pleasure; and then, with a wild, shrill cry, she convulsed and dug her fingernails into his back. They rested for a second; then he pulled her into the pool and they started swimming back to the patio.
Ken climbed the ladder first, and then helped Donna up onto the patio. Their ears immediately picked up the labored breathing and soft moans coming from one of the lounges, and Ken guided Donna to a free lounge and then crossed toward the house. It took him a second to find the right light switch; then the patio was flooded by the gentle red glow.
Sharon was stretched out on the couch. Her back was arched up like a frightened cat's, and Chris was kneeling squarely between her spread thighs, his hips pistoning back and forth as he drove his hot cock into her hungry body.
Ken's burning cock was still erect and throbbing. He watched his wife squirming below Chris's experienced body for a second and felt a fleeting twinge of jealousy; then he crossed to where Donna was sitting and stood before her with his hands on his hips.
"I think you owe me something, baby."
Donna watched his thick cock swaying gently back and forth in front of her for a second, as if mesmerized; then she reached out and clutched it-with her right hand. She pushed her hand toward Ken's hard belly, sliding the protective covering of skin back and revealing the moist, vermilion head of his cock; and then she moved her head toward him and kissed it.
Ken gasped and his hips shot forward involuntarily, driving his cock between Donna's sensuous lips. She sucked him in eagerly, inch by swollen, throbbing inch, and the her hands slipped up between his thighs and cupped and lifted his heavy balls. Ken felt her tongue working on the burning head of his cock, and then she started to move her head back and forth, and he was lost in the pleasure she was giving him.
Sharon's hands dugs into Chris's buttocks, and she cried out in ecstasy as a shudder ripped through her body. Chris drove his massive, pulsing cock to the hilt in her snug warmth; and then, as her nails dug deeper into him, he felt his cock jerk, and a stream of fluid shot forth from its tip into Sharon's body.
Her mouth fell open, and her head flew back as she felt his lust gushing forth inside her, and she rotated her hips frantically below him.
Chris gave her a few more strokes while he finished; then he pulled his cock out of her and stood up. He looked from Ken's passion-contorted face to Donna's moving head and smiled. He'd expected to feel jealous at seeing his wife blow another man, but there was no jealousy. He was giving and receiving, and it was damn good all around.
Ken's hips shot forward, and a deep groan of satisfaction escaped from his tightly clenched teeth as a flow of thick, creamy liquid gushed forth from his quivering cock, and Donna sucked it back eagerly as it shot forth in volley after hot volley.
Ken stayed there for a-while, enjoying the feel of Donna's hot mouth around his cock; and then he pulled his hips back and jerked it free-with a resounding pop.
That's how it started, and from then on there "was no need for modesty. Morality was forgotten as all four of them sampled, explored and discovered-what their new-found lovers had to offer. The party lasted well into the morning; and-when Ken and Sharon collapsed into their bed, they didn't have the strength to say good night.
2
THE BRIGHT RAYS OF THE MID-MORNING SllN drifted lazily through the uncurtained window and fell over Ken's side of the bed. He raised his hand to shield his eyes, and then yawned and stretched. His body tingled all over, and he smiled.
Man, that had been the wildest night of his life. Chris hadn't been kidding about Donna's ability to screw; she'd been all over Ken; there wasn't an inch of his body that her lips hadn't found and tasted.
Ken rolled over on his side and looked over at Sharon. The single sheet that they used to cover themselves had been pushed down during the night, and her full, proud breasts raised and lowered slowly as she breathed. A warm glow began to move through Ken's body, and he was tempted to reach for her, but he knew she didn't go for tail first thing in the morning.
He rolled out of his side of the bed and stood up to stretch. His eyes moved over his reflection in the mirror, and he smiled. His usual morning hard on swung back and forth majestically in front of his body, and the sight of it conjured up all kinds of fabulous memories from the night before. He reached down and grasped it lightly in his hand, and massaged it for a second; then he turned and walked into the bathroom.
He stepped into the shower and adjusted the spray; and as he remembered that he and Donna had shared the shower just before she and Chris had left, he felt his cock jerk. Donna had blown him twice in succession while they frolicked under the warm spray of water, and Ken had been amazed at his ability to come after the previous sessions. There was no doubt about it, Donna made him feel like a teen-ager again; she sure knew how to make a man happy.
Ken lathered himself slowly, enjoying the luxurious feeling of the warm water and the memories that were still so clear in his mind. This had been the answer to his dreams; it was better than cheating on Sharon as he had planned. This way she had nothing to complain about; she was getting her kicks at the same time he was. Nobody got hurt this way.
He was eager to find out what her reaction was to the night of love-making. Eager, yes, but afraid that she might not want it to happen again. From what he's seen of her and Chris during the night, Sharon had really been digging the fun, but she was a funny kid, and she might have second thoughts about it in the clear light of morning.
Ken shut off the shower and stepped out onto the thick bathmat. He hauled the big bath towel off the rack and rubbed himself vigorously, starting the circulation flowing briskly through his body. When he had finished drying himself, he tossed the towel over the shower rod and started back into the bedroom.
It would be great if Sharon wanted a rematch; but if she didn't, that wouldn't stop him. He had enjoyed Donna too much to give her up, and he meant to have her again. He wasn't going to have any trouble convincing Donna; she had made that damn clear last night. She just hadn't been able to get enough of his cock, and he knew Chris well enough to be sure that he would be more than willing for a rematch. That left Sharon, and Ken was sure that between the three of them, they could convince her to agree to another orgy.
Sharon wasn't in bed when he walked through the bedroom, so he started out toward the kitchen. He heard the shower running in the guest bathroom at the end of the hall, and he opened the door and walked inside.
His eyes went to the jutting points of her breasts as he watched the water cascade off her erect nipples and grinned.
"You want some help?"
Sharon smiled and shook her head. "No thanks, I can manage. How about starting breakfast?"
Ken nodded, pleased that she was in good spirits. "Bacon and eggs okay with you?"
Sharon nodded again, and Ken closed the door and started for the kitchen.
Sharon ran her hand over her nipples and shuddered. God, she felt like she'd been had by a football team. It had been good, however-she couldn't deny that-after things had started to move, and she had enjoyed every second of it. It was wrong though. All it could lead to was trouble. It wasn't right to make love to someone other than your husband.
Who was she kidding? She hadn't been making love; she had been experiencing pure physical pleasure. There was no love attached; it was strictly raw, animal sex. Well, she could blame it on the booze-at least that would satisfy her conscience.
Donna stirred and opened her eyes. She stretched her body and sighed happily. She hadn't felt like this in years. God, Ken was so big, and he could go on forever and ever. She turned over on her side and snuggled closer to Chris's sleeping body, and her hand slipped between and found his cock. She ran her fingers back and forth on his lax organ, and smiled as it began to swell in her hand.
Chris groaned and reached out his arms, pulling her in close to him. He felt her hard nipples digging into the matt of dark, curly hair on his chest, and her hands left his cock and moved around to cup his buttocks, holding him tightly against her hot body.
Donna began to rotate her hips, and his cock was pinned against her circling belly.
It didn't seem possible, but he wanted her even after the hours, of enjoyment he'd spent with Sharon's body. He couldn't remember how many times he'd blown his load; he'd lost count after five, and yet he was erect and throbbing against Donna. He wanted her badly, but he felt lazy, so he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. He knew from experience that Donna never got tired of sex, and she would be more than eager to take the active role.
Donna straddled him and took his burning cock in her hands. She stroked it a few times until he was groaning and his breath was coming in labored gasps, and raised herself and guided the pulsing shaft to the hot, moist chasm between her thighs. Then she slowly dropped on him, swallowing the thick shaft inch by hot, quivering inch. I
Ken was carrying the plates across to the small breakfast nook when Sharon walked into the kitchen. His nostrils picked up the tantalizing odor of her perfume, and he bent and kissed her lightly on the lips. The night had done her a world of good; she seemed to have a rosy glow over the entire surface of her beautifully rounded body.
Neither of them spoke as they sat down to the food, each of them waiting for the other to say something. Finally Ken couldn't stand it any longer.
"How do you feel about last night?"
Sharon set her coffee cup down and looked up at him. She had wanted to get his reaction before telling him how she felt. "I wish it hadn't happened."
Ken pushed his empty plate to the center of the table, and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the counter. He lit one up and leaned back in his chair.
"You're not telling me you didn't enjoy it."
Sharon flushed slightly. She'd enjoyed it all right, every second of it. "No, it's not that."
She looked over at Ken, and knew he was going to fight her for a replay of what had happened the night before. She knew she was partly to blame; she'd let their sex life drop off over the last few months, and sex was one of the most important things to Ken. She'd never won a battle with him yet, but she'd learned that she had a chance of making him change his mind if she discussed something with him. She reached for the pack of smokes and pulled one out, waiting for Ken to light it for her. He put his lighter to it, then leaned back again, waiting for her to continue.
"We talked this kind of thing over before we were married, Ken, when we were first invited to those free love parties in college. You can't build a marriage on that kind of thing; we both agreed to that. I guess we were ripe for it last night. Things have sort of slowed down for us, but that doesn't change the ideas we had. It happened last night, but we can forget that as long as we don't let it happen again."
Ken stood up and walked over to the counter. He picked up the half-empty bottle of Scotch and poured himself a drink. Sharon took a deep drag off her cigarette and set it down in the ash tray. She had just lost the battle; Ken rarely drank before noon; and when he did, he was about to make an important decision, usually in a direction that Sharon didn't agree with.
Ken carried the drink over to the table and sat down. He took a swallow of the Scotch and looked over at her.
"I don't want to forget it, honey. It was good; I enjoyed every minute of it. I agreed with you before we were married because it was different then. I didn't have to go to those free love sessions for my strange tail; there were plenty of girls willing to take a one-night roll in the hay with rne. It's different now. I've been faithful to you up until last night, but for the last couple of months, it hasn't been good enough."
Sharon cut him off as she groped for a chance to sway him from the decision he'd obviously already made.
"We've just let ourselves get into a rut. We needed a change, and we have that now. You know that we've made love more often in the last week than we have in the last three months."
Ken exhaled a cloud of smoke and shook his head.
"That's no good, baby. Up until last night, I probably would have agreed with you, but now I know it isn't that simple. You know only too well how I like my tail, and last night I found out what has been missing for the last year. Variety, Sharon; I can't stay satisfied with one' woman. If we want our marriage to last, I've got to have some strange tail now and then, and that's all there is to it."
Sharon stared blankly at the ash tray for a few seconds, then she looked up at him.
"It can't stay as simple as it was last night, Ken. If we start doing this regularly, it's going to get complicated; and we may not come out of it in one piece."
Ken took another swallow of the Scotch.
"I'll level with you, honey. I'd already decided that I needed some strange stuff now and then. It's not that I don't love you; it's got nothing to do with love; it's strictly sex for sex's sake, but I've just got to have variety. I would have been doing it behind your back, and besides the fact that I wouldn't have liked doing it that way, it would have led to trouble eventually. This way we both know what's going on, and any time it really shakes one of us up, we can let the other know and put a stop to it.
"l just-want you to know that I can't stay a one-woman man. This seems like a perfect answer; Chris and Donna are good friends. We can have our variety and keep it nice and private. We both know what's going on, and neither one of us gets hurt. If you figure you can't take part in it, or if you don't enjoy it, that's something else. I have no intention of forcing you to sleep with another man just so I can have his wife."
Despite the fact that she was afraid of what would come out of the arrangement Ken was suggesting, Sharon could see his point. At least this way she wouldn't have to be wondering if another woman were taking him away from her. She'd known Donna for years, and she had no worry about Donna's trying for Ken. There was no denying that Donna liked her sex; she and Sharon had been roommates in college, and Donna had introduced her to Lesbianism. They had satisfied each other on numerous occasions when there were no men available. No, Donna was no risk to her marriage; she was just out for all the thrills she could get.
As far as liking what had happened last night, there was no problem there; she was getting just as much of a kick out,, of sampling a different man as Ken was getting out of making love to Donna. Still it was hard to dismiss that little voice in the back of her mind that kept repeating a warning. It seemed like such a simple decision, but was it?
Ken reached across the table and lifted her chin with his hand. He looked straight at her with those innocent blue eyes of his; and as she listened to his words she felt herself giving in.
"I love you, you blonde bombshell. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. If you want to forget last night ever happened, it's okay with me; but keep in mind that I'm just a horny old man at heart, and one of these nights when I phone home from the office to say I'm working late, it'll be a barefaced lie."
Sharon had gone to a lot of time and trouble to find her way into a church with Ken, and she had no intention of letting anything ruin what she had with him. If she agreed to the continued meetings with Chris and Donna, she would be able to keep her eyes on Ken, and at the same time collect a very nice fringe benefit. Ken had taught her the pleasures of sex very well, and during the last week she had initiated over half of their lovemaking. Variety didn't seem to be too bad an idea at all, especially with the choice Ken was offering her.
She smiled across at him and ground her cigarette out in the ash tray.
"What if Chris and Donna don't go for it?"
Ken laughed and ran his hand through his thick, curly hair.
"After last night, I don't think you'll have to ask them twice. Why don't you phone Donna up and set up another get-together for next Friday night?"
Ken went out to the patio and stretched out on one of the lounges. Sharon stared out of the glass door at him for a few seconds. He reminded her of the statues of Greek gods she'd seen; his body was as close to perfect as any man she'd known. With Ken she had everything she wanted, and maybe he was right-a man and a woman could go stale keeping to themselves. She'd never been a free love advocate, but after last night she didn't know. Having Chris make love to her had restored a youthful vitality to her, and there was no doubt that she felt like more of a woman than she did yesterday at this time.
She moved over to the counter and picked up the phone.
Donna ignored the persistent ringing at first, and then she raised her body off Chris's sweating form and reached for it.
When she heard Sharon's voice, she stopped trying to control her labored breathing.
"Hi honey, you caught me at a bad time. Chris was just giving me a little of what he gave you last night; now I know why you were doing all that moaning."
The sound of Donna's obvious state of excitement brought a warm flush to Sharon's body. The mention of Chris's name, and the realization that his hot cock was undoubtedly buried right now in Donna's hot flesh, started heaping fuel on the growing fire in her loins.
"Ken and I were just talking about last night. We both enjoyed it, and we wondered if you and Chris would go for another session next Friday night."
Donna chuckled deeply and glanced down at Chris below her. He had started lifting and dropping his buttocks on the bed, and Donna was having a hell of a time keeping her attention on the phone..
"It's a date, Sharon, Look, I was thinking about coming over tomorrow afternoon; we could talk about it then if it's okay with you. My husband is punching in for the morning, if you'll excuse the expression."
"Sure, c'mon over any time. This big house gets pretty lonely when Ken's away."
Donna returned the phone to its cradle and dropped happily down on Chris's body.
"Don't wear it out, lover. Ken and Sharon want us over next Friday for a rematch."
Chris's hands went to her firm buttocks, and he began to massage the resilient mounds as he drove himself up into her churning body.
"Got to keep in practice, baby. Christ, I can hardly wait; Sharon really knows how to toss that hot little ass of hers around."
"Mmmmmm ... her husband's got plenty going for him too."
3
DONNA WHEELED THE MUSTANG OUT OF THE apartment garage and started for Sharon's. It was a sunny, beautiful day, and she was happy to be alive. Things couldn't have worked out better. Her sex life had bogged down lately, and she and Chris had talked it over just last week.
Previous to their marriage, they had taken part in all the orgies they could find, both of them enjoying sex to the full, but things had tapered off lately. They'd been out of touch with the swinging set since they'd left college, and it had be come harder and harder for them to find willing partners for their free love sessions.
Finally, out of desperation, they had applied for membership in one of the free love cults, but it had turned out badly. They had to worry about Chris's public image, and the love cult had turned out to be much too public. If Chris were ever caught in a raid, his old man would toss him out on his ear.
She and Chris had considered trying to talk Sharon and Ken, or Janice and Ray, into swapping partners, but they had valued their friendship too much to risk losing it over the suggestion. Last night had been a godsend. She had no idea what had prompted Ken and Sharon to change their views on sharing the wealth, but they had changed, and that's all that was important.
It was out in the open now, and she could talk freely with Sharon about it. It would be like old times; she and Sharon had shared all their thoughts on sex in college, and now they could do so again. The thought excited Donna, and she allowed herself to go even farther. Maybe, just maybe, Sharon would want some of what Donna used to give her in college again too. Just thinking about it sent a flash of hot desire shooting through Donna's body. The memories of Sharon's full body, nude and quivering on the bed; the taste of her smooth silky flesh, the way she moaned when Donna slipped her tongue up along her thigh and then dipped it into the sweet, warm canal nestled darkly between those beautiful thighs ...
Sharon shifted in the chair and tried to concentrate on the television set, but she finally gave up and reached over to the remote control switch to shut it off. It was no good; she couldn't seem to concentrate on anything. She reached down with her right hand and slid it back and forth between her thighs.
God, she was as horny as a bitch in heat. She couldn't understand it; she and Ken had made love for three hours last night, and yet she wanted it so badly she could taste it. It was as though she had been awakened sexually that night with Chris and Donna. She and Ken had talked it over last night while they rested in each other's arms, and he had been pleased. He said she'd matured sexually, and now she would understand what he had been talking about.
She didn't really understand what he meant, but she'd spent all day mulling it over in her mind, and she was beginning to see what he was getting at.
There was no doubt in her mind now that she wanted to continue meeting with Donna and Chris. Her body demanded it. She still had the same desire for Ken's body, but with him it was different; she loved him. What was hard to understand was this uncontrollable urge to have another man drive himself into her, to have strange hands moving over her body, and to feel strange flesh near her own.
She knew she couldn't find the answer in her own mind; she'd tried all morning. No, it would have to come from somebody else; someone would have to explain this feeling that had so recently taken over her body. No matter how she tried, she couldn't keep her mind off sex, off the pure, unadulterated animal gratification she had found with Chris.
She got up and walked over to the coffee table for her pack of cigarettes. As she bent over for it, her naked buttocks came in contact with the arm of the chair behind her, and a shudder of desire swept through her. She leaned back against it and spread her legs slightly, letting the cool material brush against the hot, open lips of her moist cunt, and moaned.
God, what was happening to her? Even a chair 'got her hot. v
The doorbell rang, and she jumped up, turning toward the door self-consciously. She felt like she'd been caught playing with herself in the middle of Grand Central Station. The doorbell rang again, and she took a deep breath and started toward the bedroom for a robe.
"Just a minute."
Donna opened the door and walked in. Her eyes flashed over Sharon's nude body, and she felt a flush of need move through her. After what seemed like hours to her, she managed to tear her eyes away from the lush blonde.
"Hi, it's just me."
For a second, Sharon was embarrassed at her nudity, then she thought back to the other night when the four of them had romped playfully in the altogether, and she dismissed her embarrassment. Donna's eyes were on her again as she walked back toward the door, "Don't just stand there. Shut the door before half the neighborhood gets a good look at me."
Donna laughed and pushed the door closed.
"I see you-weren't kidding-when you said you wandered around in the nude out here. Can't say as I blame you in this heat. Any objections to my joining you?"
Sharon reached down for the lighter and lit the cigarette she'd been carrying around.
"Hell no. C'mon out back; we might as well soak up some sun while you're here."
Donna followed her through the house to the patio. She couldn't keep her eyes off Sharon's sensuous body, and by the time they had reached the patio, Donna's pulse had quickened and her breasts were heaving with desire. Sharon mixed them drinks from the portable bar while Donna stripped off her clothes and stretched out on one of the lounges.
When Sharon carried the glasses back toward Donna, she couldn't help running her eyes over the brunette's fabulous body. It had been a long time since she had looked at Donna like this, and it excited her. As she reached out to hand Donna her drink, Donna's glance dropped to the soft triangle of blondeness between Sharon's thighs. Sharon knew her aroused state would be obvious to Donna; they had known each other intimately before, and the moist, open lips of her cunt could tell Donna only one thing.
Donna lifted her eyes to Sharon's, and smiled.
"It's been a long time since I've seen you like that. I used to be able to make you happy ... "
Donna let the sentence lapse as she took the drink out of Sharon's hand and set it on the table. The final choice would have to be Sharon's.
Sharon looked down at Donna, and her body began to shake as her eyes swept over the other woman. Donna's dark red nipples, and the light brown aureoles around them began to swell. Sharon watched the rigid buds pop up, and a low moan escaped from her sensuous lips. She reached out and cupped Donna's big breasts, letting the hot nipples throb in her palms.
Donna's hands went around Sharon and rested on her buttocks; then she pulled Sharon toward her and kissed the slightly rounded belly, letting her tongue slip into the hollow of her navel and tasting her sweetness.
"Do you want me to make you happy now."
"Oh god, yes ... "
Donna pushed Sharon back gently. Sharon's legs came into contact with the side of one of the lounges; and she sat down, opening her legs widely. Donna dropped to her knees in front of the quivering blonde, and her head moved. She kissed the damp triangle of blonde curls, and then her tongue slipped between the lips and began to probe. Sharon's hands went to the back of Donna's head, urging her closer.
"Oh yes, yes ... it's been so long ... "
Donna's tongue dove as she repeated the words.
"It's been so long ... "
And then she silently added, Too long ...
Donna had forgotten how good it was to feel the soft, velvety thighs of another woman clamped vise-tight around her head. Her hands slipped around Sharon's sides and cupped the hard, firm mounds of her buttocks, squeezing, stroking, fondling the resilient cheeks lovingly. Her tongue began to circle as it darted into the torrid moist sweetness of Sharon's need, and moans gurgled up from between Sharon's quivering thighs.
Sharon's mouth hung loosely open as a low, animal groan rolled forth from her body. Donna's tongue felt like a burning snake as it moved in her. She had not tasted this sweet pleasure for over two years; it was something she had forgotten, something that belonged in her past. She hadn't needed it since she and Ken had met; and yet now, as Donna lapped frantically at the center of her need, all thoughts of Ken left her. Ken had gone down on her several times during their marriage, but it wasn't the same;
Donna was so gentle, so loving ...
Sharon was no longer capable of thinking; she was lost completely in the pleasure Donna was giving her. Her loins had been on fire when Donna arrived, but Donna's touch, and the probing hotness of her tongue, had changed that fire into a holocaust; it was like pouring gas on a burning ember. Sharon's body was blazing; little jolts of ecstatic pleasure shot through her with each thrust of Donna's tongue.
Donna felt a shudder roll through Sharon's thighs, and then Sharon cried out and pushed Donna's head tighter against her body. Donna's tongue strained as she shoved it as far into the fiery chasm as she could.
Sharon's fingers dug into the back of her head, and the firm buttocks in her hands lifted off the lounge as a tremor quaked through the blonde's body. Again and again the searing pleasure ripped through Sharon, and she felt as if her body would explode. A shrill cry of ecstasy ripped through the quiet afternoon air, and the sound of it made Donna's body shake with delight.
Sharon's legs were spread limply now, and Donna pulled her head from between the hot, damp thighs and looked up at the heaving mounds of Sharon's breasts. The nipples were swollen and pulsing as Sharon fought for breath.
Donna knew that Sharon had really been ready for it, and that she'd had a release that she wouldn't forget for a long time. The opportunity was ripe for her to start Sharon on the path to more of the same, and she had no intention of letting that opportunity pass. Donna was a complete bisexual; she liked her sex, and it didn't matter to her where it came from. She had as much desire to enjoy a woman as she had for a man, and it had been months since she'd been able to alleviate her desire for another woman.
Every time she was near Sharon, she wanted the other woman; but Sharon has cut off their lovemaking as soon as she Ken had made it together. Donna had known when Sharon had ended it that it was just a matter of time before she would want it again. Once a woman experienced the love of another woman, it wasn't something that could be forgotten easily.
Donna wasn't concerned about why Sharon had been so eager when she arrived; the important thing was that she had let her go down, and by doing so had renewed the affair they had enjoyed in college. Now it was up to Donna to make sure that this wasn't just a single isolated session.
Donna stood up and looked down at Sharon's perspiration-covered body. Sharon's eyes were closed, and her breathing was still deep. She was obviously still enjoying the aftermath of Donna's manipulations, and Donna had no intention of letting her get back to normal, not just yet. She had to make Sharon reciprocate; once that had happened, Sharon couldn't dismiss what had just happened as an isolated case of uncontrollable lust.
Donna bent over the lounge and her lips found Sharon's; her left hand simultaneously slipped down over Sharon's gently curving belly and between the open thighs, caressing the open dampness her tongue had so recently tasted. Sharon moaned, and for a second she didn't return the kiss Donna lavished on her; and then her mouth opened and Donna's tongue moved inside. Her fingers slipped inside that hot sheath below, and as they did, Sharon's tongue began to move, playing the sensuous game of tag with Donna's.
Donna's fingers began to move rhythmically, and Sharon's body started to move with them. Her buttocks lifted and fell on the lounge as Donna's fingers explored, manipulated, caressed. Donna's right hand began to guide Sharon's body now, turning it on the lounge until Sharon was stretched full length on it. She kept up the motions of her fingers for a little longer, until she was sure Sharon was completely engrossed in the pleasure that filled her; then Donna lifted her lips from Sharon's and began to kiss her way down the sensuous, twisting length of the blonde.
Her lips found a hot, pulsing nipple and settled around it. She ran her tongue over the burning bud slowly, and then she began to suck it as her tongue lolled lovingly. Sharon was bouncing all over the lounge.
"Oh yes, you know how ... oh, that feels so good." Donna's right hand had moved to the other nipple, and she was rolling it between her thumb and forefinger slowly.
"Bite me ... let me feel your teeth ... " Donna's teeth came into play on the throbbing nipple. She gently raked it as her tongue polished it; then what she had been waiting for happened. Sharon's hand rested against her sides, and then began to move toward Donna's breasts. Donna's body was burning up, and she groaned deeply as Sharon's palms filled with the firm mounds of her breasts. She told herself she should wait a little longer to be sure, but there was no denying the needs of her body.
She lifted her lips from the swollen nipple and began to kiss her way down over Sharon's body, pausing to dip her tongue into the hollow in Sharon's hot navel, and then down., .down toward her thrusting fingers.
She moved her hand when her lips reached that triangle of blonde curls, and then she kissed Sharon's open lips. Sharon's hips lifted, and she moaned.
"Yes, Donna, kiss me there again; I want to feel your tongue ... yes ... "
The sound of Sharon's words filled Donna with a sense of victory, and she gave up the losing battle with her fiery loins. She threw her leg over Sharon's perspiration-covered face and climbed up on the lounge. Her mouth sunk into the hot, eager flesh, and her tongue darted between Sharon's open lips. She slipped her hands under Sharon's body and filled her palms with the hot flesh of Sharon's buttocks; then she lifted and began to thrust her tongue rhythmically into the blazing, wanton flesh, at the same time lowering her legs and letting her body drop down on Sharon's.
Sharon's eyes opened as she felt Donna's hot thighs slipping smoothly beside her cheeks. She watched the dark triangle of bushy curls as it slowly dropped on her face; and she reached up eagerly, her hands going around to Donna's buttocks and pulling her down.
The first lunge of Sharon's tongue, the first taste of that musky sweetness that had almost been forgotten, sent a tremor of pleasure through her. Her fingernails dug into the resilient cheeks of Donna's buttocks as she strove to bring Donna closer to her, to let her tongue dive even deeper into that flaming, eager chasm of pleasure. Gone were the thoughts of right and wrong; nothing this good could be wrong, not at this moment anyway.
Ray Williams tossed his cigarette out of the stock room window and watched it arc through the air and come to the pavement of the parking lot below. He pulled back the sleeve of his suit coat and glanced at his watch.
Three-thirty. Damn that kid anyway; he could never make it on time.
Ray reached down with his right hand and pulled the crotch of his pants down. His cock was hard and throbbing against his shorts, and the touch of his hand made him gasp. He turned his head toward the stock room door, and then looked back down at the parking lot.
Christ, two days "without it and he was damn near a nervous wreck. Janice had been at him again just as soon as the damn plane had landed. As soon as they'd gotten into the car she had opened his fly and hauled it out. As usual, he'd been unable to get a hard on; he'd almost told her then, but somehow he didn't have the guts. He knew she was playing around on him; she made no attempt to hide it any more. He didn't blame her; after all, the only reason she'd married him was for the size of his cock.
He had to laugh when he thought about it now. He'd been after her money, and she'd been after his cock. They'd been pretty successful then, and he still had what he wanted.
Janice seemed to be happy enough with the setup as it was. It was obvious that she didn't like the idea of not being able to give him a hard on any more, but she had plenty of other chances to get some stud into her. No, he wouldn't tell her the real reason; let her think he was getting it from some other woman, just as long as she didn't divorce him. He liked being an executive, even in name only. It made him feel good, and allowed him to live the way he liked. As long as Janice felt challenged to make him screw her again, she'd keep him around; if he ever told her what the real reason for his ignoring her was, she'd drop him without another thought.
There was a light rap on the glass pane in the stock room door. Ray grinned and hurried over to it. He unlocked it and pulled it open just far enough for the sandy-haired youth to slip inside, then he shut it and locked it again.
Ray turned around and looked at the tall, well-built youth. Just the sight of him in the tight slacks made his cock jerk and throb. He peeled off his suit coat and draped it over a box; then he turned back to the youth.
"What the hell took you so long?"
The kid smiled and dropped his hands to the front of the tight slacks. "People are beginning to wonder where I disappear to every afternoon."
The kid had the front of his pants open now, and he shoved them down and kicked them off his legs. Ray's eyes dropped to the formidable bulge in the snug white shorts, and he gasped, opening his own pants and pushing them down. The kid stuck his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down over his hard, throbbing cock. It bounced upward and slapped against the matt of blonde hair on his belly as it was freed from the constricting material of the shorts. Ray's eyes moved with it, and his breath quickened.
He kept his eyes on the swaying organ as he pulled his own shorts off, and then he turned and leaned over one of the boxes, exposing his buttocks to the youth.
"C'mon, for Christ sake. I've been dreaming about this all weekend in Chicago."
A smile formed on the youth's face, and he encircled his hot, pulsing cock with his right hand and crossed over to where Ray was leaning over the box. He spread the muscles cheeks of Ray's buttocks and guided his swollen organ between them. Ray groaned as he felt the head of the shaft press against the dark entrance to his fiery chasm, then he let out a moan of pleasure as the youth pistoned his hips and drove the head of his burning lance forward slowly.
As soon as the head slipped inside Ray's body, he shoved himself back and happily accepted inch after throbbing inch of the hot organ. Slowly it drove deeper, and he welcomed it with snorts of delight. Finally, when he had fuHy engorged the quivering length of hard, throbbing flesh, he began to rotate his buttocks. The youth held himself deeply inside the torrid, embracing flesh, enjoying the feel of it; and then the urge to move became too strong, and he withdrew, quickly returning, picking up the pace that Ray had taught him weeks ago.
Ray's own pulsing cock was flattened against the box, imprisoned between his own hard belly and the cool cardboard below. Oh god, how he needed this.
The thick, throbbing cock slid in and out of his eager body, and the pleasure built higher and higher in him. He moved his hands back to cup and guide the youth's pistoning buttocks, and as his fingers closed around the hot flesh, he felt the muscles below tighten.
He heard a hoarse groan behind him, and then the kid slammed against him, driving his jerking cock to the hilt. As it jerked, it spewed forth a stream of molten fluid, and at the wonderful feel of it spurting forth, volley after volley, Ray groaned; his own cock quivered, and spilled outa creamy shower of hot lust.
Donna lifted her sweat-soaked body off Sharon's and stood up beside the lounge. She gazed down at Sharon's heaving form for a second, and then moved across the patio and picked up her drink. She had accomplished something that she'd wanted for months. There could be no doubt after what had just happened that Sharon would want more; after the cries of ecstasy that Sharon had given forth, Donna was sure that even the neighbors would agree with her. Sharon was going to have more of the same.
She raised her drink to her lips and drank eagerly. Sharon pulled herself up to a sitting position, and reached for her own glass. Her eyes avoided Donna's body as she grappled with her thoughts.
What the hell had come over her? She had enjoyed every second of giving and receiving with Donna.
She had enjoyed it as much or more than the sessions she'd had-with any man, even Ken. Back in college it had been different; it had simply been an outlet for a desire that she couldn't satisfy elsewhere, but this was different. She'd had the ass screwed off her the night before, and yet just the sight of Donna's body had enflamed her.
Donna stretched out on one of the lounges and looked over at Sharon. She knew only too well what kind of thoughts were going through the other woman's mind.
"Sex is sex, Sharon."
Sharon raised her eyes and looked at Donna. Their eyes met, and Donna continued. "You're trying to figure out what's come over you, right? Last night you made love to a man, and today you made love to a woman. Yesterday even the suggestion of these things would have repelled you. I can tell you why it happened, if you want to know."
Sharon did want to know; it was something she had to answer, and soon, or she was afraid she'd lose her mind.
Donna took her silence to indicate Sharon's acceptance.
"You've made a discovery some people never make. There's a difference in making love and having sex. Your sex urge is no different from the urge to eat or drink, except maybe that it's a little stronger and harder to control. The thing you have to do now is completely understand what's happened. You obviously understand it subconsciously, or you wouldn't have done what you did, but it's something that you've got to understand consciously too."
Donna was pleased with herself. She had Sharon's complete attention; it was obvious that Sharon wanted an answer badly, something that would relieve her conscience and make what she was doing seem all right. Donna took a drink, letting Sharon stew for a second; and then she looked back at her.
"You're intelligent, Sharon, and your mind has rebelled against the puritan teaching of our society. There's absolutely .nothing wrong with satisfying your sex urge any way you want to; after all, you wouldn't restrict yourself to eating just one particular kind of food, would you?
"If you love Ken and he loves you, and you come to a mutual understanding, there's nothing wrong with your having your sex however and wherever you want it. All you have to do is push those ridiculous teachings that have been shoved into your brain all your life aside, and face reality. Humans weren't meant to be monogamous. If you find that hard to believe, study any other past society that wasn't built on our puritanical lines, and you'll find that they believe in and practice free love. Don't berate yourself without thinking it out carefully; life can be a lot more fun if you stick to your own values, not those that have been drummed into you by society."
The words made sense to Sharon. She didn't take the time to realize that she had been looking for any way to make what she'd done seem okay. It boiled down to two things. She suddenly wanted to enjoy sex to the full, and that wasn't possible with Ken alone. What was to stop her from fulfilling her desires? Surely not Ken; he was all for it. Only her own restrictions were in the way, and all she had to do was push them aside. She smiled and looked up at Donna.
"Thanks. I've been trying to straighten this out in my mind all day. Now that you've explained it to me, I can't understand why I ever questioned it as right or wrong. I don't think I could have stopped myself anyway, but at least now I know I'm not just a nymphomaniac."
4
KEN GLANCED UP AT THE CLOCK ON THE WALL. It read five-thirty, and he checked his watch to make sure it was right. The day had shot by; his old man always managed to keep him too busy to think about anything else but work. The fact that he had twice the work to do that the other members of the firm did usually bothered him, but this week he had welcomed it.
The get-together between Chris and Donna and him and Sharon had given his system a real lift. Thanks to his old man the week had gone quickly, and here it was Friday night again. He reached for the folder that lay open on his desk and flipped it shut. To hell with work; he had better things to do. He pulled his coat off the rack and slipped into it, then left his office and walked out to the car.
As he started the fifteen minute drive, his thoughts drifted to the happening of the last week. Sharon had changed somehow; he couldn't put his finger on it exactly, but she seemed younger, more vibrant. It pleased him, because she had changed her attitude about the four of them getting together for a little lovemaking. She was just as eager as he was for it now, but more important, she was happy and because he loved her, that made him happy.
Sharon picked up the phone and put it to her ear. The sound of Donna's voice sent warm flushes through her. She and Donna had been meeting every afternoon, and Sharon had been getting to enjoy it more every time. It hadn't dampened her desire for Ken; if anything it had heightened it. She had almost dragged him into bed every night during the-week.
"Listen Sharon, Janice just phoned me. I thought you'd invited her and Ray, and I'm afraid I blabbed about the party. I'm sorry, but I naturally thought you'd ... "
Sharon laughed and cut her off.
"It's okay. I told Ken to call Ray at the office and invite them over. I guess Ray never told Janice. I'd better phone her and clear it up before she decides that I don't like her any more."
There was a pause at the other end of the line, and then Donna spoke.
"How will we ... I mean, with Ray and Janice ... "
Sharon caught her meaning. "We'll just have to play it by ear, I guess. Ken says that he's pretty sure Janice will go for it, and Ray ... well, he's a man, so I don't think we'll have any trouble convincing him."
Donna wasn't so sure. "I don't know, Sharon. Ray doesn't strike me that way."
Sharon smiled. "It sounds like you've offered him some goodies before, and he turned you' own."
Donna chuckled huskily. "Something like that."
Sharon felt a twinge of jealousy, and she didn't like it. It didn't seem right to be jealous of another woman.
"Well, we'll just have to see what happens. If it doesn't work out, you and Chris can always stay later. You can stay all night if you want to; there's a big guest room just sitting here going to waste."
That brightened Donna up. "Oh, that sounds interesting; I think we'll plan on staying no matter what happens. I've been looking forward to this all week."
Sharon smiled. "You're not the only one. Now let me get to work; Ken will be home any time."
"Okay, see you in a couple of hours."
Ken parked the T-bird in the big double garage and-walked around to the patio. He glanced at his watch and smiled; just about six; they'd be here in another hour of so. He was going to have a second chance at Janice, and he was really looking forward to that. There was something about Janice-maybe the fantastic build on such a short broad. She packed a full 37-22-35 and stood only five-two; or maybe it was the way she moved her firm little ass. Ken reached the glass door and slid it open. Whatever it was, he was going to have his hands over every inch of her sexy little body before the night was through.
Sharon had supper ready, and they ate quickly, both of them eager to begin the evening ahead. Sharon was nude as usual, and Ken gave her several quick feels as she moved around the kitchen. Neither of them intended to have sex; it was just a nice way to build up for what they knew was going to be a wild night.
After he'd eaten, Ken went for a shower; and then he pulled on his form-fitting white trunks and went into the living room to join Sharon in their usual after-supper drink. Sharon was wearing the brief bikini, and Ken couldn't resist slipping his hand down her back and under it to cup one of her proud, jutting cheeks. He kissed the back of her neck, and she purred like a kitten.
"Mmmmm, you kiss nice, Mr. Benson."
She turned in his grasp and handed him his drink. His expression became serious as he took it from her hand and walked over to the stereo.
"Ken, you really feel all right about this ... it doesn't bother you to see me with another man?"
Ken flipped the switch and watched the record drop; then he turned to face her.
"Hell no, honey; we're both getting a little more fun out of life, that's all. Now, if you decided to take one of these guys in preference to me, that would be a different matter. I'd kill the bastard to get you back. This is just good, clean fun, baby; as long as we both enjoy it, let's have it."
Sharon smiled and stood up on her toes to kiss him lightly on the lips. "Okay, lover; you're the boss."
Ken watched her as she started into the kitchen.
"Turn on the patio speakers, will you honey? And let me know when they're loud enough."
Sharon looked back at him and smiled as she nodded. Ken started to arrange a stack of records, and he turned his back to her. Sharon stood there for a second, looking at him, and that little voice began gnawing at her again. She pushed it aside and smiled. Why not live life to the full? What could possibly happen ... ?
Ray slowed the big Continental and checked the street sign, then his foot dropped viciously on the accelerator, and the big car jumped forward. Janice turned to him, and her emerald green eyes flashed.
"Don't take it out on the car, stud; remember who paid for it."
Ray gave her an icy look and turned his attention back to the road. "Just get off my back, Janice-it's been a rough day."
Janice pulled down the hem of her tight skirt and looked over at him. Why the hell didn't she just kick him out? He'd had something when she'd married him, but he wasn't even good for that any more. Even as she asked herself the question, she knew the answer. She was scared stiff of being left alone, that was why; Ray needed her if only for her money, and she had to have someone. She wanted this night to be good; the three couples had known each other for a long time, and their closeness was something she needed too. Ray liked them as much as she did there was no doubting that-and yet, because they were together, she had to ride him.
She sat quietly for a few seconds, and then she rested her hand on his thigh.
"Let's forget it for tonight, Ray. Maybe we can have a good time if we forget all this for once."
Ray felt his anger fading. It was at times like this that he remembered the girl he'd married. She could be so gentle and understanding if she wanted to be. Their first six months together had been wonderful. She had really needed him, and he could do no wrong, but it didn't last. like everything else in her life, Janice was determined to run him, and he just wouldn't take it. She picked out his clothes, told him what to say, what to do-it had even gotten to the point where he was sure she was going to tell him when he could take a piss.
It had only taken her three weeks to destroy the beautiful image he'd created of her. He was hers now, something she could use and manipulate. Well, he knew what she liked best, and she'd never get it from him again. She could make him do anything else, but she couldn't make him screw her. He had trained himself so well that no matter what she tried, his cock stayed lax and uninterested. She had threatened, challenged, accused; but he had held his ground. If she wanted a bloody stud she could command, she could damn well find somebody else.
She had destroyed his trust in women, and he had been ripe for the advances of an aging executive. He was a highly sexed man, and he had to have an outlet. Now, after a year and a half, he'd found his way out. No women, but plenty of sexual exercise ... that kid in the office; Christ he was good ...
Janice's hand was on his thigh again. He snapped out of his own thoughts and looked in the direction of her pointing finger.
"There, that must be it; that's Chris's car pulling in now."
Ray wheeled the big Continental in behind the Mustang and shut it off. Despite Janice's presence, he "was looking forward to the night. He had always been extremely fond of Ken and Chris, but in the last few months, that feeling had grown much stronger. He had been carefully feeling both men out, looking for some indication that they would be interested in a male love affair. Up until now, he had lacked the courage to come out and ask for it, but he intended to tonight.
Chris was his best bet; he was sure of that. He had been able to get Chris into a couple of discussions on homosexualism, and the other man had shown favorable signs. Yes, if the opportunity presented itself tonight, if he had a chance to come out with it, he would.
Janice was lost in her own thoughts. Two weeks ago, she'd managed to get Ken into the bedroom. If Donna hadn't walked in on them, she'd have had that magnificent thick cock of his in her. That marvelous member had been tempting her ever since Sharon had described it at one of the coffee klatches the three women often had. She had made several obvious plays for Ken, but he'd laughed them off; that is, up until two weeks ago. He would be willing to let her sample him now, she was sure of that-all she needed was the opportunity. She knew damn well she couldn't stand to have someone walk in on them again. She'd been frustrated for days after having Ken's hands all over her, and her own hot palm overflowing with the gigantic, throbbing bulge in his pants ... if it hadn't been for that handsome young delivery boy bringing her pills two days later ...
Ray moved around the car and opened the door for Janice. She managed a smile and got out. Sharon was at the door beckoning to them, and they hurried inside, following Chris and Donna.
Sharon led them straight out to the patio, and the women settled down to talk as Ken moved over to the bar and began pouring drinks. Ray had intended to strike up a conversation with Chris; but when he caught sight of Ken's tight knit trunks, he changed his mind.
He was conscious of his cock beginning to show signs of life as he sat down on one of the lounges and stared at the front of Ken's body. Ken's thick cock, and the heavy balls that dangled below, were plainly outlined by the suit; and the sight seemed to hypnotize Ray. The thought of all that flesh, hard and pulsing, slipping into his body, made his breathing labored. He was so engrossed in looking at it that he only caught the last of Chris's conversation.
". . .have been here last weekend; we had a ball."
Ray managed to tear his eyes away from Ken's trunks, and he turned to look at Chris, who had perched on the side of the lounge. The warmth in his loins increased as his eyes moved over his clean-cut, well-built friend. He smiled, wondering if Chris had seen his interest in Ken's body.
"Damn conferences; never learn a damn thing at them. Oh well, I'll make up for it tonight."
Sharon and Donna made a point of pouring the booze into Janice as fast as they could, and Ken kept Ray's glass full at all times. Ken had a hell of a time keeping his eyes off Janice's compact body. He knew damn well that his semi-erect cock was obvious to everyone present as he walked out from behind the bar an hour after the drinking had begun.
Two pair of eyes followed him as he moved. Ray couldn't miss the obviously excited state of his host, and he was almost consumed by the urge to reach out and grab Ken's cock as he walked by.
The other set of eyes belonged to Janice, and she was just as pleased by the half-erect organ. When
Ken got closer, she smiled and stood up.
"How about showing me some of this fabulous house of yours?"
She smiled sweetly at Sharon and Donna. "You don't mind if I steal him for a second, do you?"
Donna was elated.
Sharon wasn't. She managed a small smile, but a little tremor of panic moved through her body as she watched Janice link her arm in Ken's and start through the glass doors. First jealousy, and then anger, followed the panic. She stood up and walked toward Chris and Ray, putting everything she had into the sensuous swaying of her beautifully tanned body.
Ray seemed to dislike the intrusion into the conversation he was having with Chris, but Chris hadn't heard the last sentence anyway. His eyes had been on the small blue bikini-and what was not completely hidden under it.
Sharon smiled at Chris and set her drink down on the table beside Ray.
"You brought your bathing suits with you, didn't you?"
Chris picked up his suit from on top of Donna's and held it up. Sharon took it from his hand and started out toward the pool.
"C'mon, let's go for a swim."
Chris smiled and followed her out into the darkness, his cock hard and straining at the front of his tight slacks.
For a second Ray was puzzled by what was happening, but it didn't take him long to understand. It was hard to believe, after knowing each other this long, but it was happening; Chris and Ken had obviously switched wives last weekend, and now Ken was probably happily buried to the balls in Janice's whoring little body. He thought about it for a second and smiled.
What the hell. He didn't give a damn who screwed
Janice, and this could be the opportunity he had been waiting for. It-wasn't much of a step to go from-wife-swapping to a homosexual contact. Ken and Chris were obviously out for thrills, and given the chance, they'd probably be willing to try Ray just for kicks.
The immediate problem Ray had to face was the one sitting in the lounge looking at him with lust-clouded eyes. Obviously he was expected to make it with Donna. Well, what the hell, so be it; a blow job was a blow job, and besides, Donna had a nice-looking ass. All Ray would have to do was imagine that Donna was Chris. True, she lacked one necessary article, but if Ray played along with their game, his opportunity would come, and he would have the real thing, throbbing and eager in his hand, in his mouth, in him.
Ken and Janice were standing in the living room. Ken was telling her about the built-in bar. Janice walked up behind him and slipped her hands around his waist. Her right hand landed on top of. his semi-erect cock, and her left hand cupped his balls and lifted them.
"To hell with the bar; you've got something else I'm much more interested in now. Only for Christ sake, let's find some place where we won't be disturbed; I want to do more than touch it this time."
Ken spun in her arms and grinned.
"No sweat, baby; I'll bet the four of them are merrily screwing out there right now. Chris and I swapped wives last weekend, and if I know Donna, she couldn't possible sit still out there thinking that we were in here making it; she's probably grinding her hot little ass below Ray right now."
Janice stepped back and laughed. "You're kidding me."
Ken reached out and palmed one of her big boobs under the tight blouse.
"Hu-uh, baby; this is for real."
Janice stroked Ken's straining cock gently. "Well, come on then; what are we waiting for?"
She stuck her hands under the waistband of the tight trunks, and pushed them down Ken's body, letting his burning cock slip out and sway proudly before her eyes.
"Oh my god, how I'm going to love you sticking that into me, if you can get it in."
Ken grinned and quickly undid the buttons on her blouse.
"Don't you worry, baby; I'll get it in."
He shoved the blouse open and pushed it off her shoulders, revealing the hot mounds of her breasts tightly held by the big cups of her transparent bra. He groaned as his eyes filled with the big globes, and he slipped his hands behind her to free them.
Janice was working on her skirt. She let it drop to the carpeted floor just as he peeled the cups of the bra off her heaving breasts. Janice smiled and backed away from him, standing in high heels and panties. The panties were lacy and interesting to Ken; they were crotchless. The fiery red triangle that covered her hot box was openly revealed to him, and the soft fluff glistened in the warm light of the room. Janice was pleased by the desire written all over his face. She put her hands on her hips and thrust them forward.
"like what you see, lover?"
Ken groaned and stepped toward her, almost falling on his face. He looked down his body past the hot, swaying cock to the trunks that were around his ankles, then he kicked them aside impatiently and crossed to her.
Janice kicked the high heels off and fell into his arms. The touch of her hot flesh sent shivers of lust through him, and he ran his hands over the resilient cheeks of her buttocks as his lips searched and found hers.
Her tongue was on fire as it surged into his eager mouth, and she began to rotate her gently rounded belly against his cock as it throbbed, held captive between them. Janice felt the thick head pulsing in the valley between her breasts, and the touch of it sent pleasure-filled jolts through her. Ken lifted his head and looked down at her. She opened her eyes and gasped for breath.
"Oh god, are you sure you can get that into me?
The damn thing is almost as big as I am."
Ken grinned and stepped back from her, taking his cock in his right hand and stroking it.
"It sure is going to be fun finding out, baby."
Janice groaned and crossed over to him. He let her pull him down to the softly carpeted floor, then as she spread her thighs for him, he kissed the ripe, erect tips of her breasts. Her hands were on his cock now, guiding, urging, and he moved his hips forward slowly.
She let out a little cry as the thick head pushed into her moist, eager body, but once it was inside and more was on the way, she gurgled happily and started moving her hips. Man, she was small and tight; it amazed Ken. He had to stop several times and back up before he could get it all into her, but finally he made it, and his balls rested hotly against the cheeks of her ass.
She was babbling incoherently below him, her head flopping from one side to the other.
"Oh, what a beautiful cock ... oh god, it feels like I'm going to rip in two ... "
Ken hammered at her, long past worrying about gentle. She wanted him to hurt her; she wanted to feel every inch of his cock tearing at her, and he was more than happy to oblige.
Ray-was standing in front of Donna. He reached down and undid his pants, then shoved them down with his shorts and kicked them aside. His cock stood hot and throbbing in front of her, and he didn't have to ask for what he wanted.
Donna's ears were full with the pleasure-packed moans and groans coming from the darkness beside the pool, and the sight of the swollen cock in front of her beckoned hypnotically. She kissed the tip and grasped it in her hand. A droplet of moisture appeared in the slit in its tip,, and she pushed the foreskin back to expose the head in all its vermilion splendor.
The droplet of moisture glimmered in the red light, and she moved her head again, letting her tongue slip out from between her lips and remove it. Ray's hands found the back of her head, and as he pulled her toward him, he closed his eyes and pictured Chris's face. Donna opened her mouth and sucked him in, inch after hot, throbbing inch.
Her tongue polished the thick, pulsing head, and then her lips began to move back and forth over the quivering shaft. Ray groaned and dropped his hands to her shoulders for support.
Sharon was lying over the edge of the diving board on her belly. Chris was standing between her open legs, and his cock was slipping slowly, ever so slowly, into her body. The feel of him made her moan and shiver with pleasure, and she pushed herself back, forcing him to drive himself in to the hilt. His hands moved under her and filled with her breasts, the hot nipple digging into his palms. He felt his cock throbbing inside her and he started to move ... slow, tantalizing strokes, at first, and then, as she began to rotate her body against him, he lost control and began driving it home rapidly. Sharon moaned, gasped, and groaned with pleasure as the thick burning lance fought its way in and out of her again and again.
The balls cupped lovingly in Donna's hands quivered, and Ray let out a groan of ecstasy as his cock jerked deep inside Donna's mouth. A thick creamy stream of hot fluid gushed forth from its tip, and she sucked it back greedily, savoring each spurting drop of the floodtide of Ray's lust.
When Ray had finished in her, he pulled his hips back and let his cock slide free of her mouth. Donna collapsed back onto the lounge and gasped for breath. Ray stood watching her for a few seconds, then he turned and walked in the direction of the pleasure-filled moans and sighs at the other end of the pool.
He found Sharon and Chris still going strong. They were completely engrossed in the pleasure they were giving each other, and neither of them heard Ray walking up behind them.
Ray stopped a few feet behind Chris and-watched for a few seconds, unable to tear his eyes away from the tight, hard muscular cheeks of Chris's pistoning buttocks. Ray's cock still stood out boldly from his body, glistening from the moisture of Donna's hot mouth in the sparse light from the floodlit pool. Ray moved forward slowly, and when Chris felt the pressure between the cheeks of his buttocks, it felt strangely pleasurable.
Ray was at the point of no return; Chris had felt his cock against his flesh, and he hadn't repulsed the feel of the hot organ. He guided his throbbing cock, and when he was on target, he thrust his hips forward, driving the thick shaft into the dark depth of Chris's fiery canal.
Chris felt a flash of hot pain as Ray's cock broke into what had been virgin territory, and at the feel of the pain, Chris had driven himself forward, hammering his pulsing cock deeper into Sharon then she'd thought possible. She cried out in pleasure, and as Ray's cock slowly inched its way between Chris's cheeks, Chris began to moan, lost in the tantalizingly different sensation he was getting.
The sensation was totally new for Chris; he thought he'd had it every way possible, but this was new, and different. Ray-was in to the hilt now, and besides being new and different, it was good.
Ray was in his element now, and he groaned happily as he pulled his cock back out of the clutching warmth, and then drove it forward again. Each time Ray drove his cock into Chris, Chris was pushed forward; and consequently his cock was shoved deeper into Sharon's eager body.
Chris began to rotate his buttocks as he tried to enjoy the new thrill to its fullest, and this action gave both Sharon and Ray an extra kick. They were moaning and groaning in unison now, and then Ray cried out and drove his cock to the hilt in the broiling chasm of Chris's buttocks.
Chris choked back a groan as he felt the thick cock jerk inside of him and spew forth a flow of sticky, molten liquid. Again and again it shot into him, and the pleasure was fabulous. His own cock jerked, and he ejaculated the hot flow of lust from his balls, emptying the storehouses of his lust into Sharon's churning body.
Sharon had felt Ray's explosion telegraphed through Chris's body, and then his own hot, pulsing cock had delivered its payload, driving her to heights of ecstatic pleasure she'd never know.
Donna found Janice and Ken in .the master bedroom and eagerly climbed in between the sheets with them. Chris, Sharon and Ray shared the big, king-sized bed in the guest room.
Ken took on Janice and Donna one at a time, and then both at once; then they went down on him one after another. He finally fell asleep entangled blissfully in their arms and legs.
Chris made love to Sharon, and Ray took any opportunity he had to get his hands on Chris's cock. Finally Sharon collapsed into an exhausted sleep, and Chris rolled out of the bed.
Ray was tempted to follow him, but thought better of it. Chris knew what he wanted; the next move would have to be his.
Chris walked into the living room and opened the pack of cigarettes lying on the coffee table. He stuck one in his mouth and lit it up, then he sat down on the couch.
Things had gone a little too fast for him. He had been about to reach over and put his arms around Ray before he stopped himself. When it came to sex, he didn't have any limitations except that it was for broads only. All of a sudden he was going to toss that down the drain. He kicked the idea around in his mind.
So maybe he was about to swing both ways; plenty of people were like that. There was no denying that he enjoyed what Ray had done to him by the diving board. It had been new, and damn good, but what was he becoming if he reciprocated?
Homosexuals had always revolted him, and he'd never had the desire to touch another man that way before, but lying there in the bed beside Ray, he'd felt a strong desire to reach for the other man's cock. He had to admit that he wanted to sample Ray just as Ray had sampled him.
He stood up and crossed over to the bookshelf built in beside the big fireplace. He pulled the thick dictionary from the shelf and flipped it open. He found bisexual and skipped over the first two meanings; then he paused to read the last.
BA person sexually attracted by either sex."
He closed the hook and put it back on the shelf. He had never denied a sex urge in his life, because he was convinced that it was a direct path to neurotic confusion. The only thing that held him back now was the fear that he wasn't just bisexual; he'd heard of latent homosexuality hitting men older than he, and the thought scared the hell out of him. He had been able to dismiss such thoughts before, but this offer Ray was making was not something he could pretend he didn't understand. Ray had made no bones about it; he wanted Chris, quite openly.
He crossed over to the bar and poured himself a stiff Scotch, then downed it. He was too old to change his habits. He wanted Ray sexually, and he would give into that urge; besides he liked climbing broads too much to ever turn queer ...
Yes, he would sample Ray, but not here in front of the others. He snuffed out his cigarette and moved down the hall to the master bedroom.
Janice stirred as he slipped into the big bed, and Chris smiled and slipped his arms around her, pulling her close. His cock was hard, and throbbing against her; and she sighed happily and opened her eyes as Chris shifted on top of her and kneeled between her legs.
5
IT WAS MONDAY MORNING WHEN RAY GOT THE phone call from Chris. It had been innocent enough on the surface, a friendly golf game for that afternoon if Ray could get out of the office. Ray had accepted eagerly, and he was sitting outside the building waiting for Chris at one-thirty.
Chris loaded his clubs into the trunk more for the sake of any office personnel who might be looking out of the window than for an attempt to hide his real intention from Ray. Both men knew what the meeting was for, and Chris put his cards on the table as soon as Ray had wheeled the Continental from the curb.
"You gave me a pretty good thrill by the pool . Friday night. I've been thinking it over, and I'd like to try the whole bit just to see what it's all about. You know some place where we can have some privacy?"
Chris's frankness surprised Ray a bit, but it pleased him to have it out in the open. For a split second, as Chris was loading the golf clubs, he'd feared that the game of golf was on the level; but now, the thought of what would transpire before the afternoon was over filled him with desire.
"I know a spot along the coast highway. We'll have to walk about half a mile, but it's isolated. I do some fishing there; no chance of anyone coming up on you without warning."
Chris nodded and looked over at Ray. He tried to understand why he was attracted to the man. Ray was short, only five nine; but the one-hundred-fifty pounds suited him. He had a hard, lean body that he'd looked after, and the blonde hair seemed to make him look younger than his twenty-three years. There was no doubt that he was good-looking, but Chris had known plenty of good-looking men, and he'd never felt this attraction before. Hay looked over at him and smiled.
"Believe it or not, I know what thoughts are running through your mind. I haven't been like this always, you know; it happened about eight months ago. I found out what Janice was really like, and it soured me on broads, I guess. This guy came along just about then, and I was ripe for it. I dug it right from the word go, and now I wouldn't have it any other way."
Chris smiled and looked at the road ahead.
"Well, I've got no bloody reason to dislike broads, but there's something about it that eggs me on. I've got to try it all Just once to find out, I guess; I've been like that all my life. I have to have personal experience with everything.. It's damn strange that I haven't given it a whirl before; god knows I had plenty of offers at those free love sessions Donna and I used to hit before we were married. I guess ho guy, ever turned me on before, but Friday night I couldn't get you out of my mind."
Ray looked across at him and smiled.
"Well, you're a new one on me; most guys get all horny over something and try it as a substitute when there's nothing better around, but you just give it a whirl because you want to find out what it's all about,"
"Not quite, Ray. I'd never have thought of it if you hadn't stuck your cock into me that night. I liked it, and you obviously liked doing it to me. I'd hate to think I'd been missing out on a good thing all these years, so now I have to give it a try and find out. Don't get me wrong; I won't switch to men full-time. But it's quite possible that I'll become a practicing bisexual if I like it-with you today."
Ray turned the white Continental onto the highway, and Chris felt the car speed up.
"That's one I don't understand any more. Where do bisexuals stop and homosexuals start? I can still get a kick out of having a broad blow me, or I can have her just the same way I had you. But I don't kid myself; I'd rather make it with a man than a broad. If no guy is available, I make do with a broad-simply a matter of supply and demand-but I know damn well I'm a homosexual. It's something I feel inside."
The words made sense to Chris, and he didn't like what they indicated.
Sharon pulled on a pair of shorts and then fastened her halter into place. She cursed silently as she picked her cigarette up from the ash tray on the dresser and started back toward the living room. Why the hell didn't she have enough will power to tell Donna not to come over this afternoon?
It had been every afternoon last week too. She was turning into some kind of nymphomaniac, Donna in the afternoon, and Ken every night. Even the party hadn't slowed the uncontrollable urge down.
Friday night, after seeing Janice drag Ken off into the house, had finished it for Sharon. She'd known from the start that it would end in trouble, and she could see it coming now. Donna she didn't worry about; her only interest in Ken was the sexual kicks he could give her-but Janice was something else again. Janice always got what she wanted, and she never .bothered to keep it for long. It was quite obvious that Janice was tiring of Ray, and that meant she'd be looking for a replacement, and if Friday night was any indication, Ken was number one on her list.
Nothing had ever been sacred to Janice, and Sharon knew better than asking her to leave Ken alone. It would simply become a contest then, and there was nothing Janice liked better than taking a man away from another woman. Sharon had been tempted to share her fears with Ken; after all, he'd offered to break it up if either one of them was getting upset by it. One look at Ken's beaming face on Saturday morning had finished that off. Ken was having the time of his life. No, Sharon was pretty certain that Ken would either brush her fears off, or worse, tell her he didn't give a damn.
At first Sharon had been tempted to say to hell with it and dive into the fun and games with more gusto. There was no denying that she was having a ball; Donna had reawakened the strange, wonderful pleasures of Lesbianism in her, and Chris had given her thrill after thrill, but there had to be more than just sex in Life. Although she was probably the only one of the six of them that had bothered to think that far ahead.
It had to stop, or at least, slow down, but she couldn't be the one to put on the brakes; it would have to be someone else. The problem was who, and for what reason. The other five were obviously pleased with the setup. She could get Donna one way, and that was letting her think she might lose Chris; that was something that Donna was not willing to risk.
But where was the threat in that? She knew Donna would not believe she was after Chris, and that only left Janice. Donna knew only too well how much Janice enjoyed stealing men from their mates.
Sharon's thoughts went back to Friday night. As far as she knew, Chris hadn't even been into Janice, although it was possible. One thing was fairly certain; if Sharon didn't know for sure, neither did Donna. If she could just plant the seed of doubt In Donna's mind, the whole setup might blow up.
It would have to be good, or Donna would see right through it. She was a smart girl, but then Sharon wasn't exactly dumb, and she was lighting for her marriage.
The intercom on Ken's desk buzzed, and he tossed the pen down on the sheet in front of him and hit the switch.
"A Mrs. Williams on one, sir."
Ken released the button and reached for the phone. What the hell could Janice want at this time of day?
"Hi, Janice. What can I do for you?"
There was a pause, and for a second, Ken thought they had been disconnected. He was just about to hang up the phone when his ear pickedu p the heavy breathing.
"Right now I think you could do everything ... "
The sound of her voice sent his pulse rate climbing. It conjured up all kinds of delightful little memories, and the memories had an immediate effect. His cock jerked twice, and then began to grow swiftly. It flattered him to think she'd call.
"Okay, what's that supposed to mean?"
There was a throaty chuckle on the other end of the line. "It should tell you everything ... that I loved Friday night; that I'm as hot as hell; that one taste of your big artillery makes everything else obsolete ... but most of all, it should tell you that I have no intention, of waiting for next weekend to sample you again."
Ken's cock was fully erect and throbbing now. He pulled at the crotch of his pants, trying to give it the room it demanded, and when he spoke, his voice had dropped an octave. He was .tossing pros and cons back and forth in his mind. .
"I liked it too, baby, but it's a little different when we make it by ourselves. I have a feeling my wife wouldn't be very pleased, and I don't think Ray would be either."
"Ohhh, come on, lover, you're a big boy now, and you can take that literally. I can handle Ray. Of course, if you're afraid of Sharon ... "
Janice knew the game well, and she knew Ken just as well. It was very important to Ken to be the boss in his house, something that Sharon had never challenged, but the insinuation that Janice made brought him up fighting.
"Hell no, it's just that ... "
There was another throaty chuckle. "Well, then what are you waiting for, lover? Throw that thing over your shoulder and get over here before I start playing with myself."
The phone was dead in Ken's hand. He sat there holding it for a second, staring across at the office door. The rhythmic throbbing of his cock telegraphed passion through his whole body. Janice had a tantalizing way of oozing pure animal need ... she even managed it over a phone.
He was still staring blankly when his finger found the button on the intercom.
"Yes sir."
"What have I got left for today?"
There was a pause, and he heard pages being efficiently flipped. "Just one more appointment, with Mr. Jacobs of Landline Express."
"Get hold of his office and tell him I won't be able to keep it. Tell him I've got an emergency case."
Ken smiled and stood up. He looked down at his pulsing cock and reached over for his coat.
Chris followed Ray around the edge of a cliff and looked out at the rolling surf. Ray walked a few more feet, and then stopped, stretching his hand out in front of him. When Chris reached him, he smiled. Nestled between the towering cliffs was a small, grass-covered knoll. Ray seemed as pleased as a kid with his secret spot.
"You couldn't ask for anything more private; there's only one-way in, and that's the way we came."
Ray had already taken off his shoes and socks, and now he was opening the front of his pants, and Chris's eyes rested on the bulge in the revealed underwear. A strange feeling came over him, the same feeling he'd experienced on Friday night. Everything he'd believed in told him this was wrong, but one look at Ray's throbbing shaft pushed those thoughts from his mind. Ray kicked the pants off when they fell to his ankles, then he bent down and picked them up, folded them neatly, and stripped off his tie and shirt. Chris's eyes stayed on the massive tent that had formed in the shorts, and just the sight of it caused his own cock to quiver and begin to swell.
He raised his hand to undo the front of his own pants, and Ray reached out and stopped him.
"Let me do it. Just relax and enjoy it."
Ray dropped to his knees in the soft grass and opened the clasp and zipper on Chris's tight pants. He pushed the front open gently and shoved them down to Chris's knees. He urged Chris to sit down, and then pulled off his shoes and socks. He set them down beside Chris, then hauled the tight pants off and folded them.
The warm grass felt good on Chris's bare thighs and feet. He had an uncontrollable desire to have his cock freed of the shorts so he could feel the warmth on its throbbing length. As if sensing his wish, Ray reached up and hooked his fingers under the waistband of the shorts. Chris lifted his buttocks eagerly, and the shorts slipped down over his legs.
Ray held them in his hand and turned them inside out. He lifted them to his lips and kissed the warm crotch lightly. The sight sent a hot flash shooting through Chris, and his cock jerked upright between his slightly spread thighs.
Ray tossed the shorts on top of his pants and then stood up. Chris had already removed his shirt, anxious for the sport to begin, and the only piece of clothing that separated them now was Ray's shorts. He pulled them down slowly, enjoying the feel of Chris's eyes on him, and as they slipped over the hot head of his cock, the throbbing shaft snapped upward and slapped against the glistening blonde hair on his muscled belly with a tantalizing smack that made Chris gasp.
"School's in. Where would you like to start?"
Chris's mouth was dry, and his breath was coming in short gasps. He tried to speak but nothing happened. Ray moved toward him; he dropped to his hands and knees, and then turned so he was facing Chris.
"Your mouth is dry; what you need is something to suck on ... "
Chris heard his words as his eyes filled with the hot length of Ray's cock coming down toward his mouth. He groaned and wrapped his hands around Ray's body, filling his palms with the firm flesh of the other man's buttocks.
The throbbing head met his lips, and he opened them. Then inch by quivering inch, he felt the burning cock slip deeper into his mouth. He felt it quivering rhythmically, and he sucked on it, greedily drawing it further inside the fiery cave of his mouth. He moaned happily, and then gasped and lifted his buttocks as Ray's lips touched the flaming tip of his cock.
The stiff organ jumped at the touch of Ray's moist lips, and he moved his hand to its base, resting his palm on Chris's tender balls as he encircled it with his hand. His lips touched the tip again; this time the hot vermilion head popped forth from its protective covering of skin as Ray pulled it toward the dark bush at its base.
Ray twisted his hand, flattened the throbbing organ against Chris's hard belly, and then he began kissing his way down its length until he reached the sack below. His tongue slipped between his lips, and he began using it on the sack, his hand now holding the head firmly.
Chris's body shook, and he began lifting his body off the warm grass, eager to have Ray taste more of him. Ray paused for a second to set his own hips in motion, rotating them as he raised and lowered his cock into the broiling cavity of Chris's mouth, then he began licking his way back up Chris's quivering organ. When he reached the head, he moved his hand away and licked the vermilion tip a few times, then he opened his lips and Chris groaned as Ray's head dropped to his body, sucking in the entire length of the throbbing shaft.
Ray's head bobbed, and his tongue polished in-a frenzy of passion. Chris was completely lost now, and he began to moan deeply as the pleasure built higher and higher in him. He felt every muscle in his body straining as he lifted his hips, and then ...
A tidal wave ...
A searing bolt of lightning ...
A shooting star of delightful ecstasy ripping through his body ...
Ray sensed his nearness, and drew the jerking shaft into the warmth of his mouth. There was a pause as Chris balanced on the brink of release, then he gave a low moan, and the cock jerked again, this time unleashing a volley of molten, creamy fluid ... then another ... and another ...
His pleasure-filled groaning was cut off when he felt the head of Ray's cock drive deeply into him. He felt the organ shudder, and then the hot stream of thick juice burst into him. He had pictured this situation several times before, and the thought had sickened him; but now only sensuous delight filled him as his cock spewed forth the last of his lust into Ray's hungry mouth. It was good ... it was wonderful ... he sucked, and his tongue moved ... he swallowed, and felt the warmth begin to move in his body.
Donna was wearing a white beach robe. Sharon waved her in and shut the door.
"C'mon out back; it's hotter than hell in here."
Sharon sat down on one of the lounges, and indicated the drinks she'd already prepared. She had decided that she had to end this thing with Donna today, and she avoided the other woman's eyes as she started to speak.
"Donna, I've been thinking, and ... "
Sharon's eyes had been resting on the belt that was tied loosely around Donna's robe. Donna had opened that belt and shoved the robe off, and she didn't have a stitch on underneath. Sharon's sentence mumbled into nothing; and Donna smiled and opened her legs, exposing the hot moist open lips that Sharon had come to know so well.
"I thought you'd be surprised. You'll never believe how wicked I felt driving over here. You should have seen the service station attendant's eyes when he was washing the windshield; I sort of let the robe fall open. He dropped his sponge, and I swear I saw his cock jump instantly. I maybe wrong about that, but by the time I left he was as hard as a rock. He made a point of letting me have a good look. I was tempted, let me tell you; he had at least eight inches; but I wanted to save it for you ... "
Sharon was on her knees between Donna's thighs, and her tongue darted forward between the blazing lips, into the sweet warmth that waited hungrily below. Donna moaned and fell back on the couch.
"Ohhh god, I'm glad I did. You sure were hot ... for it ... weren't ... you ... ohh ... "
Donna had been more than ready, and it only took seconds before she was bubbling over with pleasure and grinding her hot box against Sharon's eager tongue and mouth. Sharon didn't give her a chance to catch her breath; she-walked around to the other side of the lounge where Donna's head hung limply over the edge and straddled the brunette's head. Her knees bent, and Donna's mouth was imprisoned by the passion-dampened lips as Sharon dropped on her.
Donna's hand snaked down her body and slipped between her thighs. She began working on herself frantically as her tongue darted and rotated inside Sharon's fiery chasm.
They went together, both of them crying out with pleasure and convulsing frantically. They stayed that way for a few seconds, and then Sharon stood upright and walked back to her lounge. She reached for a cigarette and lit it up, then she exhaled a cloud of smoke and sucked in fresh air eagerly.
"Donna, there's something I've got to tell you. I may be wrong-I don't know-but we're the best of friends, and I sort of feel it's my duty. I know you'd do it for me if the tables were turned, but it's still hard for me to ... "
Her aim had been to get Donna's attention, and that she did. There was nothing more infuriating to Donna than not to know something good and juicy that everyone else knew.
"Well, for Christ sake, spit it out; the suspense is killing me."
Sharon took another deep drag.
"No, I shouldn't have said anything. I'm probably just jumping to conclusions."
Donna was sitting on the edge of the lounge now.
"Damn it, Sharon, if it involves me in any way, let me be the judge of what it's worth."
Sharon shrugged and offered Donna a cigarette. Donna ignored it and waited for Sharon to speak. Sharon managed one more drag, enjoying her role to the holt.
"It's Chris and Janice. like I said, I could be wrong, but they-were awfully lovey-dovey Friday night."
Donna chuckled.
"Oh for Christ sake, is that all? That sawed-off little bitch couldn't take Chris away from me; she was just enjoying him to the full, that's all."
Sharon nodded and knocked her ash off her smoke.
"Yes, I suppose you're right, but you should have heave them talking as they worked on each other. It wasn't even really that, so much, if Janice hadn't told me ... but then that's none of my business ... "
Donna wasn't chuckling now. "What did Janice say?"
Sharon looked up with her best innocent smile. "Nothing to do with Chris really; she just said she was going to drop Ray and pick herself up a new bedmate."
Sharon watched for the reaction in Donna's face, and tried to hold her mounting excitement inside of her. She could almost see the wheels turning in Donna's head, and she couldn't resist adding to the confusion.
"Of course, Janice wouldn't go after Chris; after all, you and Chris have got a good thing going for you ... "
Donna reached for her drink and took a deep swallow.
"The hell she wouldn't; that bitch would like nothing better. She did it to me once before. You remember that football player; Christ, he had a cock on him like a stallion, and I made the mistake of telling her about it. She walked up to him and unzipped his pants right on the campus. She hauled out his cock like it was something you did every day, and gave him a blow job. I never even got close to him after that.
"When it conies to giving a man a thrill, she'll do anything ... you remember JeanMannor's husband? Well, he had a weakness for asses; he liked to shove his cock into Jean's ass every now and then. Jean made the mistake of telling Janice too. They were at a dance, and Janice promptly went into the can and stripped off her panties. She backed Jean's husband against the wall, then she turned around and lifted up the back of her skirt. Right there on the damn dance floor, she let him slip it into her."
Sharon had been hoping for success, but she was afraid she might have gone too far. There was nothing concrete, and if Donna were to confront Janice with what Sharon had told her, all hell would break loose.
"Whoa, slow down; we're not sure of anything yet."
Donna took another drink and looked up at her. "That's the trick, honey; once you're sure it's too damn late. I think I can slap her down, but I've got to be careful. She mustn't know that I'm doing it."
Sharon smiled and reached for her drink.
"God, I wish I were as smart as you; I'd probably have confronted her with it."
Donna smiled cruelly.
"Hu-uh, when you fight with this bitch, you throw the rules away. I'm pretty sure Chris doesn't know what she has in mind. He just-likes his nooky, so he's taking advantage of what she has to offer, but in time she'll win him over ... at least, she would have. Now time is something she isn't going to have. From now on, she doesn't get Chris unless I'm close by. There's bugger-all she can do with me right there. We should be able to shove her out in the cold if we work on it. I really hate to stop these fun-filled orgies, but that redheaded bitch isn't going to get Chris."
Sharon heaped congratulations on herself silently, and took another slug of her drink.
6
KEN HAD HALF HOPED TO FIND THE BIG WHITE Continental parked in Ray's slot in the garage, but it was empty. He wheeled the T-bird in and shut it off. Leaning back into the seat, he took a deep drag off his cigarette. This was the first time he'd gone after tail without Sharon's knowledge, and somehow it didn't seem right. Nevertheless, he was here, and his cock was still hard in his pants. What the hell was the difference anyway? He'd climbed Janice's frame before; besides, he could always tell Sharon when he got home. Even as he said it to himself, he knew he wouldn't, though. Sharon was going along with this setup so far, but he knew she was doing it mostly for him.
He climbed out of the car and walked over to the elevator, tossing his cigarette butt onto the cement floor as he reached for the button. He stepped inside, and it whirred softly as he shot up to the penthouse. The closer he got, the harder his cock throbbed. Janice was a real inventive little bitch; he had a feeling it was going to be a tiring afternoon.
Chris lay panting on his back, and Ray rolled off him and stretched out on the warm grass beside him. They were silent for a few seconds, each lost in the pleasureful afterglow of their lovemaking.
Ray reached over and pulled Chris on top of him, then he spread his legs and let Chris's knees slip between his thighs. Chris's semi-erect cock brushed against Ray's stiff, hot shaft, and he gasped. His cock jerked, and in a second it pounded hotly against Ray's.
Ray slipped his hand between their bodies and grabbed the head of Chris's pulsing organ. He squeezed it gently, then bent his knees and drew his thighs up against his chest.
"Okay", darling, you're wanted to try this ever since that night. Go ahead and shove that thick cock of yours inside and feel how good it is."
Ray raised his hand and spit on it; then he moved it back to Chris's cock and spread the fluid lovingly. Chris's eyes were glued to Ray's cock; his head jerked each time it throbbed. He could hardly wait for Ray to finish lubricating him; god, how he wanted this, more than he'd ever wanted anything else. Ray pulled the head gently in his fingers, and Chris began to move his hips forward slowly. Both the men groaned when the blazing head of Chris's organ pressed against the dark entrance to Ray's flaming depth.
Ray's hand slipped down the length of Chris's cock, and stroked the balls that dangled heavily below. The touch of his fingers was too much for Chris. He grunted and drove his hips forward. The head of his hot, throbbing cock slipped inside Ray's body, and the pleasure of it sent shivers of absolute delight ripping through him.
At the feel of the torrid lance piercing his hot, eager flesh, Ray moaned and slipped his hand around Chris's body, filling his palms with the muscled flesh of Chris's quivering buttocks. He began to draw Chris toward him, and he lifted his buttocks, eagerly accepting inch after thick, throbbing inch of the burning rod into his broiling, clutching channel.
Ray began to rotate his buttocks slowly when Chris had managed to force the stiff organ in to the holt. Fully engorging Chris's fiery shaft, he groaned as it moved from side to side deep within him, pressing, caressing the huge, throbbing head against his sensitive skin.
Chris almost blacked out from the sheer animal pleasure of it, and he couldn't stop himself from beginning the tantalizing long pull out and slow pistoning return of his tingling cock. God, it was unbelievably tight, and it held him and grasped him so firmly. He fought to hold back the release that threatened him, wanting to make it last, but it was no use.
Ray felt the resilient cheeks tighten in his grasp, and he pulled Chris to him, driving the hot cock into him until he felt the heavy weight of Chris's balls smack hotly against his buttocks. Chris's cock jerked; and the burning thick stream of lust burst forth, pouring into Ray's body.
Chris's body was crushed warmly against him, and Ray's hard, throbbing cock was pinned between their knotted bodies. The pleasure of feeling Chris's molten pay load pour forth was all Ray needed to shove him over the top, and Chris felt the thick organ jerk between their bodies; then the hot deluge gushed forth from its throbbing tip and spread over the surfaces of their bellies.
They lay there panting, the thick creamy fluid that had shot from Ray's cock seemingly uniting them. Finally Chris mustered the strength to move, and he pulled his hips back, the long length of his cock slipping out of the fiery orifice nestled hotly between Ray's muscled cheeks. Chris rolled off his lover and stretched out on the warm grass, welcoming the hot rays of the late afternoon sun. He ran his hand over his belly and felt the dark bush of hair matted and stiff from the frying fluid that had ejaculated from Ray's body. N
Ray raised himself on one elbow and smiled. He didn't have to ask how his pupil had liked the lesson; Chris's sighs of delight were answer enough. Chris would be ready for the next session any time Ray gave him a chance.
They swam in the surf to refresh themselves, and then Ray allowed Chris to go down on him before they went back to the car. There was a bond between them that each man felt; it wasn't necessary for them to talk about it. Ray planned to turn that bond into love if he could manage it; with Chris he'd found something that had been lacking in his other homosexual contacts. They had been primarily for the satisfaction he could get, but with Chris it was different. He felt gentle toward the other man, and although Chris had been inexperienced, he had found more gratifying pleasure that afternoon than he had with any of the others. He was sure that he and Chris could build something permanent, something good; but he knew he would have to work Chris slowly toward it, or he would lose him.
Chris sat silently staring out at the road ahead as they drove home. There was no need for him to speak; Ray realized full well how good it had been for him. It had been good, better than any other sexual contact he'd ever had; and he had mixed feelings about it. He knew damn well that he couldn't resist sampling what Ray had to offer again, not after having it once; it was like his first piece of tail; once he had tasted the delight of it, he'd spent the rest of his life getting all he could.
For years he'd avoided any homosexual contact, and now he was certain he knew why. He had been secretly afraid he would find it this good, and that left him with a real pile of problems. There was still the chance that he had simply bisexual, and that gave him some hope. It was something he'd have to find out for certain, and soon; he wasn't about to be playing both sides of the road. Either he was going to go back to Donna, or he was going to make a play for Ray, but he would have to know which before long; life was just too damn complicated this way.
Janice greeted Ken in transparent bikini panties and a bra that covered her magnificent breasts to just below the nipple, giving them support, and yet leaving them high and proud.
She stood up on her toes and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her eager lips. Ken had never felt a broad that was hotter than Janice for tail. Her whole body quivered; and her hips ground against the front of his pants, crushing his hard cock tantalizingly against the warm, gently rounded belly. Janice released his lips, and he raised his head.
"Wow, you feel like you're on fire, baby!"
Janice ran her hand down over the thick outlined organ pushing at the tight slacks and moaned.
"Mmmmm, and you've got just what it takes to put the fire out."
She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and draped it over a chair; then her practiced fingers pulled off his tie and began to work on the buttons of his shirt.
Ken felt like a stallion being put out to stud. His nostrils filled with the musky sweetness that oozed from every pore of her body; his ears picked up the deep, lust-filled breathing that filled the room, and his eyes were glued to the heaving mounds and hard nipples that throbbed in front of him. He stood there and let her strip him, enjoying the feeling of her hot hands on him, enjoying the sensations of need that flowed from her body to his. He had never felt so much like a man before; his cock swelled to proportions never before achieved as she stripped his Shorts off and took it in her hands.
She dropped to the floor in front of him and kissed the tip; then she gently pushed the foreskin back, exposing the thick vermilion head. Her lips opened and she sucked the massive organ partially inside, holding it just behind the head with her teeth lightly; and then she began to polish it with her tongue.
Ken let his hands rest on her shoulders, massaging her flesh slowly while her tongue moved on him. His entire body shook with desire, and his cock jerked and twitched inside her mouth.
"Oh, baby, the things you do for me ... "
Janice released his cock and stood up in front of him, her hands on her hips.
"You haven't seen anything yet, lover; c'mon into the bedroom. There's something I've been wanting to do for you ever since I caught sight of that fabulous whang of yours."
Ken followed her eagerly, his eyes glued to the full cheeks of her ass as they brushed together below the tight, transparent material of her panties. I twas hard to believe that all that wonderfully rounded flesh could come in such a small package.
Janice stretched out on the bed on her back, then reached out and took hold of Ken's long thick cock. She reeled him in like a fish and guided his hot shaft to her waiting mouth. For a second he didn't know what she had in mind, but he followed her urging hand and climbed up onto the bed, straddling her body just below the big boobs that stood up proudly, even though she was flat on her back. His cock lay in the valley between the hot mounds. Janice arched her back up off the bed.
"Get that bra off, honey; it's in the way."
She sucked the head of his cock back into the warm channel of her mouth again as his hands slipped under her body and found, then freed, the hooks that held her bra. Free from the constricting material, her big globes bounced up even higher, forming an even deeper valley for his stiff cock. Ken closed his eyes as she sucked and lashed at the throbbing head of his massive organ with her tongue.
Janice moved her hands to the sides of her breasts and pressed the firm, hard-tipped globes together, enveloping Ken's pulsing cock in the burning flesh. The feel of it sent a tremor of desire through Ken's body, and new supplies of blood pulsed forth into his already engorged cock. Now he knew what she had in mind.
Janice's hands began to move her breasts back and forth along the length of his thick cock while her mouth worked on the head. The combination drove Ken wild. She was paying homage to his huge cock, and the thought of it brought even more pleasure to his already flaming body. He threw back his head and closed his eyes.
Janice increased the pressure and speed on her firm breasts. She turned the nipples inward, and Ken felt the hot, erect buds running along the length of his throbbing cock. All thoughts of the world around him left his mind. He only knew of the pleasure he was receiving from this wonderful, talented bitch. She knew every trick in the book, and there was no describing the ecstatic delights she heaped upon him. His body stiffened and a low groan escaped from his tightly clenched teeth.
Janice felt his cock jerk, and despite the pressure she was applying to her breasts, the mammoth cock heaved her mounds upward, and she almost lost the head of his cock from the hot, moist confines of her mouth. Her teeth sunk in to hold it, and the feel of her frenzied bite gave Ken the extra boost to put him over. The cock jerked again, and this time an unbelievable gush of streaming hot fluid poured forth into Janice's eager mouth. Again and again, volley after wonderful volley spurted into her mouth, and she sucked it back frantically, unwilling to lose one creamy drop.
Neither of them heard the apartment door open. They were twisting and churning on the bed as Ken slipped down her body, kissing his way down over her hot breasts, the gentle curve of her belly; moving steadily toward the fiery red triangle of shining curls between her widely spread thighs. Janice coaxed him downward, his hot moist kissed driving her mad with desire.
Ray walked into the bedroom just as Ken's tongue slipped between Janice's open wet lips, thrusting forth to put out the blazing pit of fire that burned in her, "Well, well, you're eating early tonight, Ken ... "
The sound of Ray's voice was like having a pail of ice water dumped on Ken. His hard cock drooped, and he lifted his head to look at Ray. Janice's hands clutched at his head, urging him back down, her fingernails raking his scalp.
"To hell with that bastard! I need you there; you owe it to me ... "
Ken reached up and grasped her wrists, pushing them away, then he rolled off the bed and stood up, facing Ray. This man was his friend, and suddenly he felt dirty all over. It wasn't anything like what had happened Friday night. Nothing had been hidden then; nothing had happened that wasn't open for anyone's inspection. But this ... Ken raised his hand and ran it through his dark curly hair.
"Sorry, Ray, one thing led to another ... "
Ken was too embarrassed to look Ray in the eyes. If he had, he might have wondered at the way Ray was looking him over. Even in a semi-erect condition, Ken's cock was a sight to behold, and Ray couldn't take his eyes off it. But he had no wish to let Janice know about his homosexual interests, at least not yet. With all the strength he could muster, he finally lifted his gaze from that fantastic, gently swinging organ and the heavy balls that dangled below, looked up at Ken, and smiled.
"Don't let it bother you, Ken. I know this wasn't your idea. Janice is basically a slut, but that's something I've known for a long time. Perhaps this little setup will convince you of the fact."
Janice pulled herself up into a sitting position, her eyes flashing with anger and desire.
"For christ sake, Ken, you can't leave me like this. Forget about him and finish me."
Ray smiled and looked over at Ken.
"Go ahead, if you want to; I don't give a damn. If it bothers you to have me watch, I'll go into the other room. I've been living with this kind of thing all our married life. She even managed to squeeze in a quickie with the motel owner's son when we were on our honeymoon."
Janice turned toward Ray.
"Shut your cocksucking mouth, you impotent bastard!"
Ken suddenly felt sick. He turned and walked back into the living room. He was pulling on his clothes when Ray walked out of the bedroom, shutting the door on Janice's filthy screaming.
Ken looked up at Ray and shrugged.
"Sorry, old man ... if I'd known what she was like all this time, I might have understood you better."
Ray smiled, his eyes riveted to the outlined organ in Ken's shorts. He wasn't able to speak until Ken had pulled on his slacks and made the thick cock less obvious.
"Oh, it has its points; all dollars. Don't blame yourself for our little blowup in there; it's been coming for a long time. If things work out, I'll be leaving her before the end of the month anyway. The only reason I walked in there was because of our friendship. I saw your car when I came in; it didn't take much to put it together.
"She's a bitch, Ken, and you and Sharon have a good thing going for you. I know only too well what this kind of fun can do to a marriage; at one time I had a pretty high opinion of women. I even loved one, but marriage to that whore has changed all that for me. I wouldn't give you two cents for any broad, with the exception of Sharon; I only regret that she's in love with you and not me."
Ken had finished dressing. He started toward the door, and then turned back to look at Ray.
"I'm sorry, Ray, about everything ... I mean that."
Ken opened the door and walked out. He could still hear Janice's foul mouth running over in the background as he closed the door behind him. He was honestly sorry for Ray; the guy was really soured on woman. Well, maybe he had good reason to be; obviously Janice had been cheating on him from the word go.
Ken thought over what Ray had said as he rode the elevator back down to the garage. What had Ray-meant by this kind of fun? Ken couldn't see how the group get-togethers could cause any harm; nobody was left in the cold that way ... Ray must have been referring to what had happened.
Ken had to agree with him there; he was finished with this kind of thing. The whole thing had been wrong. If Janice wanted him again, she'd have to take him at a group session; then Sharon would know exactly what took place, and there would be no comeback.
Ray stared at the door for a second after Ken left, and then walked back into the bedroom. Janice had slipped into a robe, and she was pacing back and forth, a cigarette hanging loosely from her lips. She looked up at Ray, and was about to let him have another barrage of insults, but the look on his face stopped her. It was cold and hard, and yet the anger that filled him somehow boiled through his features. The words choked and died in her throat as he walked across toward her.
"This is going to be a warning, Janice. If you ever try that-with Ken again, I'll kill you. I don't give a damn how many other men you turn into slave studs, but it's not going to happen to Ken. If you find him irresistible in your own sick nymphomaniac way, you can satisfy yourself at these little orgies he and Sharon have started throwing, but don't ever let me catch you trying to add him to your collection again."
He was just a foot from Janice now, and he raised his hand and swung his arm. He hadn't clenched his fist, but all the strength he could muster was in the slap. It resounded through the room, and then there was nothing but Janice's hoarse sobbing as Ray walked out of the bedroom.
She hated him; he was the only thing she hadn't been able to control. She raised her hand to her smarting cheek and winced in pain. Why did she always come back to him? Before there had been a reason; he had always forgiven her, and he was a wonderful lover to come back to, but for the last few months he'd cut her off. So why did she still come back?
Sharon had taken a swim after Donna left. She always did her best thinking in the pool. She was drying herself now with the big thick towel; and as she rubbed her bronzed body vigorously, she made up her mind.
She had planted the seed in Donna's mind, and now she would have to nurture it before it had lost its power to grow.
She tossed the towel onto one of the lounges and walked into the kitchen. She hesitated for a second, and then picked up the phone and dialed Janice's number. As it was ringing, she looked up at the clock over the stove. Ken was later than usual.
"Hi Janice; it's Sharon. Look, Ken and I really enjoyed Friday night, and we can't wait for next weekend. How about coming over tonight instead?"
Janice pushed the tears away from her face. Her mind immediately became alert. Sharon was up to something; there was no doubt about that. Ken had mentioned nothing about a meeting for tonight, in fact, she doubted if he even knew about it. He would hardly have taken the trouble to stop in on his way home if he was going to get it after supper.
No, Sharon was scheming about something. Still, she did want Ken again-leaving her high and dry like he had, had left her frustrated and more enveloped by desire than she'd been when she phoned him.
"That sounds wonderful, Sharon. What time would you like us to get there?"
Sharon sighed inwardly and smiled.
"Say seven-thirty."
"We'll be there, honey."
Janice set the phone in its cradle and looked at her reflection in the vanity mirror. Ray had no doubt gone down to the bar for a few drinks;, that's what he usually did. He'd be back in an hour if he stayed true to form.
If she moved quickly she could be gone by then. She'd leave a note telling him where she was, and if this afternoon was any indication of how much he wanted to deep an eye on her when she was with Ken, he'd come running. If he didn't, what the hell; so that party would be one man short. Ken was big enough to make up for the loss.
Donna picked up the phone.
"Hi honey; look, Janice just phoned me. She started talking about Friday night; and before I knew it, she'd invited me to hold another session tonight. I managed to stall her so I could get a chance to phone you. I guess you don't want to take her on just yet; after all, she is pretty good."
Donna's reaction was just what Sharon had hoped for. Donna never backed away from a good fight.
"The hell I wouldn't. This is exactly what I've been waiting for. Give her the go ahead; Chris and I will be there."
"All right ... if you're sure ... "
Donna chuckled.
"Don't worry, honey, I" can handle Janice."
Sharon hung up the phone and smiled. .
"I sure hope you can, Donna." She laughed and moved over to the fridge. Ken would be home in a few minutes.
7
KEN FELT A LITTLE UNCOMFORTABLE WHEN Janice arrived alone. He found it hard to believe when she said that Ray had been held up but would be along later.
Janice treated him as if she hadn't seen him since Friday, and things began to go better once everybody had a couple of drinks. Ken didn't miss Janice's rec check, although the make-up was plastered on; but nobody else seemed to notice it. He felt a lot better when Ray showed up half an hour later. It was quite obvious that he held nothing against Ken, and the whole matter seemed to have been dropped.
Ken began letting himself warm up to the idea of bedding Janice down before the night was through, but he was determined that it would take place in front of Sharon and Ray; if either of them said anything, he'd drop it.
Either way it would be all right with him; he'd prefer to get into Janice's pants, of course, but it wasn't worth any friction. He couldn't help but be surprised and relieved that everybody seemed to be hitting it off the same as usual; he'd expected some kind of trouble over the afternoon session with Janice. He held himself in check for another ten minutes, and when nothing happened, he said to hell with it and began pouring Scotch down his throat as if it were going out of style.
Sharon had been keeping Chris's glass full ever since he arrived. She waited until he was well-stewed, and then when she had the chance, she got him alone. She caught him just coming out of the bathroom.
"Say, there's the handsome devil in person."
Chris looked at her drunkenly and smiled. "Well, lovely lady, is it that you'd like to sample my wares?"
Sharon laughed and shook her head.
"No, not just yet, thanks, but I know someone who would."
For a second, Chris thought Sharon was referring to Ray, and panic gripped him. He wasn't ready for that cat to get out of the bag yet, not until he was sure exactly what category he fitted into sexually. He knew Sharon expected him to ask who was after him.
"Okay, I'll bite, who's after my sexy body?"
Sharon leaned closer to him, and he felt her hot breath on his cheek: "I was just talking with Janice, and she's drooling over a chance to get you into bed."
Chris couldn't have asked for a better setup. Janice had the reputation of being a real hellcat in bed. If she failed to interest him as much as Ray had, then he'd know he'd become a full-fledged homo-sexual. He gave Sharon a big smile and turned toward the living room. Sharon smiled and stopped him.
"There's one thing to remember about Janice. She just loves to be told that you love her. Ken says it really turns her on, but it's got to be convincing, and you have to get her alone. Maybe you should give it a try."
Sharon watched Chris stagger down the hall, and then she went into the kitchen where Donna was putting the finishing touches on a chip dip. She stood poised by the door where she could watch what was happening in the living room.
Chris walked straight across to where Janice was sitting. He calmly unzipped his fly and pulled out his aroused cock.
"C'mon, baby, let's you and I get things rolling. Somebody has to get this party off the ground."
Janice had her sights set on Ken, but he seemed to be holding back for some reason. The sight of Chris's hard' cock throbbing inches away from her face lit a fuse deep in her loins, and renewed the fire that had been consuming her for most of the day. If she refused, Ray would be convinced she was after Ken; and there was no telling what he'd do. No, she would have to settle for Chris, for the time being; she would have her chance at Ken later. She reached out her hand and grasped the head of Chris's cock, squeezing the thick knob gently; then she smiled and stood up.
"I'd be delighted, sir. Where do you want it?"
Chris chuckled drunkenly. "Wrapped around my cock, preferably. C'mon, there's a nice big bed down the hall where we can be alone."
Sharon was bubbling over with enthusiasm as she saw Chris and Janice walking down the hall arm in arm-Chris's thick cock gently nestled in Janice's hot palm. She would give them ten minutes to get heated up-then she'd lead Donna in for the kill. From then on she'd stand back out of firing range.
Chris held the door open for Janice and patted her rump gently as she walked inside. There was only one thought in Janice's mind, and she stripped her clothes off quickly as Chris struggled drunkenly with his. She was stretched out on her back on the bed when he finished, and he walked eagerly toward her. He remembered Sharon's words as he climbed up beside her.
He bent his head, and his lips found a nipple and closed around it. His tongue moved over the ripe bud, and it grew erect and began to throb. He brought his right hand up the inside of her leg, his fingers circling slowly. When he reached the sensitive flesh on her inner thigh, he lifted his mouth.
"I love you, baby; you're the best there is ... "
The room filled with dazzling light, and Chris blinked and looked toward the door. Donna stood but the more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea.
It would have to be a good plan, though. Sharon had already beat her to first base. Sharon had underestimated her too, though, if she thought she could end it this simply; and Janice-was just the girl to educate her. She had some bait for a man-sized trap; she was sure of it. Donna had hinted that she and Sharon were making it together when they were talking on Friday night. It it were true, it might be interesting to see what Ken would think of their little arrangement.
Ray took her arm and half-dragged her out of the house. He left her sitting in the car and came back into the living room.
"I'm sorry, Ken., .that's the second time I've said that today. If I've got anything to do with it, that's the last time I'll be apologizing for something that bitch does."
Ken still didn't know what was going on, and he just nodded and closed the door behind Ray. He walked back over to the bar and poured himself a drink, then he looked over at Chris.
"Okay, let's have it."
Chris shrugged his shoulders. "I wish I knew. Donna's got it in her mind that Janice has decided to get rid of Ray and replace him with me. There's bugger-all to it as far as I know."
Ken took a slug of the Scotch and set the glass on the bar. "That's rough. I'd better drive you home so you can straighten it out with Donna before it's too late."
Chris shook his head and looked down into his glass. "No, maybe it's a good thing."
Ken slammed his fist on the top of the bar.
"For Christ sake, will you try to make sense? I must be stupid. Either that, or everybody else knows something I don't. Now, why the hell is it a good to him, and one look at her frigid eyes made him drop his hand.
"That's the last time you touch me until you can prove to me this was just something she setup."
She turned and started toward the door, leaving him with a final sentence. "Tomorrow night, Chris; or you can forget it."
Sharon was waiting down the hall. She hadn't expected it to go this far, and now she was almost regretting what she'd done. Donna and Chris had always had a much more free relationship than she and Ken, but they had been happy together. Now Sharon was responsible for destroying that happiness.
Ken came out of the living room and walked up behind her just as Donna burst out of the bedroom and shoved her way past them. Ken watched her go and then turned to Sharon.
"What the hell's going on?"
Sharon pushed him aside. "Not now, Ken; I'll tell you later. I've got to see if I can calm Donna down."
Sharon caught Donna just as she was about to open the car door. Donna looked at her and shook her hand off.
"What the hell do you want ... ? "
She saw the tears in Sharon's eyes and couldn't help but soften. She rested her hand on Sharon's arm and smiled.
"Sorry, honey; none of this is your fault. I'm just upset, okay?"
Sharon nodded and wiped away a tear with her left hand. "Would you mind if I came along? It might help if you have somebody to talk to."
Donna was about to refuse, but Sharon's nearness made her change her mind. What she needed was a good session of lovemaking to help her forget, and Sharon was just the girl for the job. She opened the door of the Mustang and tossed her purse inside.
"Sure, honey, why not?"
Ken watched the Mustang pull out of the driveway, then he shut the door. As he turned around, Chris walked into the room, his cock still hard and pulsing. Ken looked at him and shook his head.
"Will someone mind telling me what the hell is going on??
Ray stood up and started toward the bedroom. As he passed, Ken heard him talking softly. "I think I've got a pretty good idea."
Ken watched him walk away down the hallway and turned his attention back to Chris. Before he could speak, Chris raised his hand.
"I could use a drink first. How about cracking a new bottle of Scotch? I have a feeling it's going to be a long night."
Ray walked into the bedroom and looked over at Janice. She was sitting on the edge of the bed smoking a cigarette, and he walked over and took it out of her mouth. He ground it out viciously in the ash tray, and then turned back to her.
"Get your clothes on, you whoring bitch; you've caused enough trouble for one night. We're going home."
Janice had tasted what refusal could mean once during that day, and she had no intention of giving him reason to hit her again. She picked up her clothes and began pulling them on, but her mind was busy throughout her dressing.
It was all clear now. Sharon had set the whole thing up. She should have known better than to accept the invitation in the first place; she had smelled a trap even then. Her mistake had been in underestimating Sharon; she wouldn't make it again. It was obvious that she had Sharon worried about Ken; well, that made the game more of a challenge. She hadn't seriously considered taking Ken permanently, framed to the doorway, her finger still resting on the light switch. The blood pounded in her temples as anger and jealousy welled up in her body. Her voice was a high-pitched scream.
"Well, don't stop now, lover boy; surely my being here shouldn't make any difference. I had to find out sometime anyhow; it might as well be now. You and your little friend there with the hot pants might as well make a clean breast of it."
Chris sobered up almost immediately. He couldn't remember when he'd seen Donna this upset.
"For Christ sake, Donna, what are you talking about? This is what we're here for, remember?"
Donna stared icily at Janice and then looked back to Chris. "Can't you see through that whoring bitch? She's decided to take you away from me, and you're following her like a well-trained puppy dog. Well, I've got news for you, brother; you'd better make up your mind right now. It's either her or me. I'm going home; you've got until tomorrow night to make up your mind. If you're not home by then, you can take our marriage and shove it."
Janice laughed and sat up on the edge of the bed. She looked straight at Donna.
"You hypocritical bitch! You came here to have that hot little box of yours serviced; and just because I try to get the same use out of your husband, I'm trying to steal him."
Donna was ready for Janice. She walked across the room and slapped Janice across the front of her hard-tipped breast. Janice had known pain before, but none quite so acute. She let out a scream and Donna laughed.
"Next time pick on someone your own size, honey. I can handle a sawed-off little bitch like you any day of the week, and don't you forget it."
Chris thought she was going to hit Janice again, and he reached out and grabbed her wrist. She turned thing?"
Chris looked up at him. He was very fond of the big well-built man leaning against the bar. He had no closer friend. He lifted his glass to his lips and drained it' then he stood up and carried it over to the bar, holding it out to Ken for a refill.
"It's a long story. But I've got to tell it to someone, I guess, and I don't know anybody else I can trust with this."
Ken opened the bottle and poured Chris a generous supply.
"You trying to tell me you found yourself another broad, and you're ready to ditch Donna?"
Chris laughed and turned to face Ken. "I only wish it were that simple."
Ken picked up his drink and crossed over to the couch and sat down. He indicated the chair across from him with his finger.
"Okay, I'm a slow learner, but we've got all night, I don't expect Sharon will take a taxi back; it's too damn far. She'll stay with Donna, So let's have it nice and slow."
Chris looked at him for a second. "It's not something you just spit out."
Ken leaned his head back into the couch.
"Goddamn it, man. We've been like brothers for years."
Chris managed a smile. "I don't think I'd tell my brother this, but like I said, I'm got to tell somebody. I'm pretty sure I'm a latent homosexual."
Ken leaned forward on the couch and smiled. "You've got to be kidding. Chris, from what Sharon says, you screwed the ass off her on Friday night."
Chris nodded. "This had happened since then."
Ken pulled his smokes out of his shirt pocket and tossed one to Chris. He lit his with his lighter and then threw it to the other man.
"Okay, how about tonight? You were in there with Janice, and if you think she resembles a male in any way, you're off your rocker."
Chris exhaled a cloud of smoke. It was coming out easier now that he'd made the initial step, "The only reason I went in there with her was to find out if I could blow my load with her. I was kind of hoping I'd turn out to be a bisexual."
Ken took a drink and set his glass down. At first he'd honestly felt Chris was kidding him, but now it was obvious that Chris was dead serious. If he believed what he was saying, he really did have one hell of a problem, and although he didn't know it, Ken was just the guy to help him with it. He lifted his eyes and looked at Chris.
"You sound pretty sure that you're not AC/DC. What makes you so certain?"
Chris grinned. "That's an easy one to answer. I made it with a man, and I enjoyed every second of it, both in giving and receiving. I couldn't have gotten that much of a kick out of it unless I was a homo."
Ken stood up and walked across the room. "You firmly convinced of that, or do you still have an open mind?"
Chris looked over at him, and the grin faded. "Look, Ken, you show me I'm not what I think I am, and I'll kiss your feet."
Ken turned around and moved back over to the couch. "Okay, shut your mouth for a few minutes and listen."
Chris nodded and leaned back in the chair.
"Four months before I married Sharon, my sex life fell apart. Oh, I was getting into. Sharon all right, but she was young and inexperienced. It took my entire honeymoon to show her what it was all about. Anyway, she'd made me promise to stop screwing around for the last few months before we got hitched; something about seeing if I had the will power to settle down with one girl, or something;
I don't remember exactly."
Ken paused to stub out his cigarette, and the absolute silence told him that he had Chris's entire attention.
"Well, I agreed to do it, and it-wasn't too bad for the first month. I-was horny as hell all the time, but I managed to keep out of temptation's "way. I started working out at the gym. It took up time, and it wore me out so that it was easier for me to pass up tail when it was offered to me. If you've ever been in training, you know what I mean."
Chris nodded and waited for Ken to continue.
"I met a young guy up at the gym. We hit it off right from the start, and when he invited me up for a drink one night after a good workout, I accepted. I should have known what was coming; I'd caught him staring at my cock when we showered together, and he was always managing to get his arm around my shoulder for some reason or other, but I was innocent and easy prey then.
"To make a long story short, he got me half-pissed, then hauled out my cock and blew me. At first I struggled, but as soon as he got my cock out, I was putty in his hands. I was as horny as I'd ever been, and it felt good. That night he taught me every method of lovemaking possible for two men, and when I'd left the next morning, I was convinced that I was a homosexual. I had myself so talked into it that I couldn't get a hard on the next two times I had Sharon primed for it, so I went to see the headshrinker on campus. Two sessions and I walked out of his office knowing I was bisexual, and till this day I haven't regretted it."
Chris stood up and carried his empty glass to the bar for a refill. When he turned around, he shrugged his shoulders.
"Okay, so maybe I'm bisexual, but I don't really buy it. You don't know how much I liked what happened between us."
Ken laughed and tossed back the remnants of his drink.
"Don't I though? I had an affair with that guy that lasted up until the day I was married. I loved every second of it, but I figured I owed it to Sharon ' to try to stick to the heterosexual bit once we were hitched'. She's a damn good piece of tail, and it wasn't until a few months ago that I started thinking of trying something different. Even then I planned to make it with another broad, but I wouldn't have hesitated for a second to take on another man if I was attracted to him and vice versa."
Ken could see the hope registered in Chris's face. He was certain that Chris wasn't a complete homosexual; all he needed was to prove it to himself.
"Take my word for it, Chris. Give Donna another try; you like slipping it into a broad too much to change suddenly. You've got to remember that each of us has a little homosexuality in us; it's part of our systems. Every year there are more and more bisexuals; it's not something to run from. Personally, I think it's a privilege. Each type of lovemaking is distinctly different, and having the ability to enjoy both to the full is something you should welcome."
The words made sense to Chris, and he felt the tension easing out of his body. He had been trying to drown the problem in Scotch, but suddenly, the need to do that left him.
He let his eyes move over Ken's body slowly, frankly studying it, and then he looked up at Ken's face.
"Are you attracted to me?"
Ken hadn't expected the question, but he should have. He smiled and set his glass down.
"If I hadn't been attracted to you, we wouldn't be friends. That's where the supposedly normal man releases his homosexual pressure, through friendships with other men. It would do you a lot of good to read up on it; it would clear up a lot of things for you."
Chris's cock had begun to grow as Ken spoke. He knew only too well about Ken's king-sized armament, and the thought of sampling it sent shivers of desire through him.
"Will you climb into the sack with me?"
Ken grinned and stood up. There was a hard, throbbing bulge down the inside of his right leg.
"It's been a long time for me, Chris. Just talking about it brings back some fabulous memories. There's just one thing to keep in mind. I'm bisexual, and I'm married to a really great girl. If it turns out that you're a full-fledged homo, which I doubt, you might decide you want to have me around permanently. I'd toss you out on your ear-so remember that. If we go in there tonight, it's strictly for kicks, nothing more. I'm not saying it won't happen again-in fact, I'm pretty sure it will if we make it good for each other-bit it'll still be strictly for kicks."
Chris nodded and stood up, his pulsing cock swaying gently in front of him.
"Don't worry, Ken. I value your friendship too much to risk losing it. And besides that, I think the world of Sharon. If it turns out that I'm queer, I'll find myself some willing, unattached guy and set up housekeeping.
8
KEN FOLLOWED CHRIS DOWN THE HALL TO-ward the bedroom. He watched the muscles rippling in Chris's back and the smoothly jutting cheeks of his hard buttocks. A strange calm had come over him, definitely not sexual in nature-even though he was fully aroused-but a mental calm that he'd never experienced before.
There was nothing illicit about what he and Chris were going to do. As friends, they were going to give each other mutual satisfaction, and the affection they held for each other made this right. Chris wasn't a pickup; Ken knew him better than his own brothers. The attraction he felt toward the well-built man walking in front of him had been there ever since they had met-maybe even then it had a certain sexual strength.
Ken had never felt there was anything wrong in having sexual contact with a person you loved, and he loved Chris. It was not the same kind of love that he had for Sharon, the kind that was reserved for a woman only, but it was a form of love nevertheless, and at this particular moment, Ken felt it strongly.
Chris turned toward him when they were in the bedroom. He smiled and a slight flush came to his face.
"It seems kind of strange, the two of us like this. I've never thought about you this way before. You said you're bisexual; have you ever thought of me as a lover before?"
Ken had stripped his shirt off, and he draped it over the chair beside the door, then smiled and looked back at Chris.
"I suppose I have. I told you this was how men satisfied their homosexual desires, by forming friendships with other men. I guess because I knew this, I must have been sexually attracted to you when we first met. I have to admit that I've caught myself looking at your body now and then, assessing it physically, if you like."
Chris's eyes dropped to the front of Ken's pants as he opened them and pushed them down his legs. Ken's hard cock strained at the front of his shorts, and the sight started Chris's blood boiling. He moved his hand down the front of his body and encircled his own throbbing shaft, then lifted his eyes back to Ken's.
"I'd like to know about the emotional part of this, how you feel about it. It might help me to understand if I'm like you."
Ken bent over to pull his pants off. He hung them over the chair, then turned back to face Chris.
"Well, physical contact comes eventually when two people get emotionally attached to each other. In our society, because of certain puritan boundaries, we are not allowed to pursue this eventuality with a member of our own sex; in fact, we're supposed to limit it to one person of the opposite sex if we play by the rules, and then only after we've had society's blessing on the union, right?"
Chris nodded and sat down on the bed.
"Well, a lot of people are getting more education these days, and they're starting to question these v rules that have been pushed on us. The first step is to start enjoying sex for sex's sake, and most begin with trying to get into the sack with any member of the opposite sex that they take a imagine to. Consequently, there aren't many virgins making it to the alter these days. I think you'll agree that the majority of the people feel this is acceptable now."
Chris leaned back against the pillows behind him, and-waited for Ken to finish.
"I grew up thinking this way, and I had plenty of tail before I was married. Then, when I had a homosexual offer, I kicked it around in my mind. I had already shoved aside a good chunk of society's rules, so why should I feel compelled to accept their decision on homosexual contact? I wanted to experience it; I felt attracted to the man, so I did. No bolt of lightning struck me down, and I didn't dislike it. In fact, I enjoyed it immensely, so I drew the conclusion that it was okay for me. I don't attempt to force my thoughts about it onto anyone else, but I feel there is nothing wrong with me or anybody else sampling sex whatever way they want, as long as it doesn't hurt anyone else. It's not something I do every day, but if I want it, I have it."
Chris grinned self-consciously.
"Something like setting your own standards?"
Ken walked across to the bed and shook his head. "No, it's just common sense that if you fight what you want without being able to give yourself a reason for not doing it, you're going to have problems. All I can say is, if you want this, stop fighting it. If you can't do that, then you'd better not have it."
Chris reached up and brushed his hand over the throbbing bulge in Ken's shorts.
"I want it, all right, Ken, and what you say makes sense. It's just hard to find out that I'm not normal."
Ken laughed and stuck his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down and kicking them into the corner.
"Let me give you one last thought ... how many normal, average people do you know? And who sets the standard for a normal man?"
Chris's eyes moved down over Ken's body, over the wide shoulders and the barrel chest that v'd down into a washboard-hard belly and slim hips, down over the matt of dark hair that covered the hard belly to the long, thick cock that stood stiffly out from his body, gently swaying and throbbing, down to the thick columns of his thighs, and the heavy balls that dangled between them. Ken's words echoed through his mind ... who sets the standard for a normal man ... ?
Chris reached out and cupped Ken's balls in his hand. He lifted them and grasped them gently. He wanted to make love to this man, and he wanted this man to make love to him. What more reason did he need to justify what would happen between them?
The feeling of Chris's warm hand on his tender spheres sent a shudder of desire through Ken, and he looked down the front of his body past his massive erection to the body of his muscular lover. His eyes moved over the hard flesh, and came to rest on Chris's jerking cock. He was fascinated by the uncapped organ, enjoying the difference from his own. He'd never made love to a man who was circumcised before, and the thought of it added fire to the already blazing flames in his loins. His hand moved toward it, and he grasped the dark red heart-shaped knob lovingly, running his fingertips over the sensitive skin along its bottom. It quivered in his manipulating fingers.
Chris moaned and lifted his buttocks off the bed. He moved his hand up from Ken's balls, and wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft swaying above it. It was fantastic; he could barely encircle it with his hand. God, how he wanted to feel that slipping into him; he wanted that more than anything else in the world.
He turned his head toward Ken and shifted down on the bed. When he had his head on a level plane with Ken's cock, he gently urged him forward. Ken groaned and closed his eyes as Chris's lips touched the tip of his fiery, twitching lance; and he began sliding his hand up and down on Chris's throbbing cock.
Chris's lips parted, and Ken felt him. push back his foreskin and suck the knob of his cock into the moist, broiling canal of his mouth. Chris's tongue began to polish the thick head in a slow, circular motion, and Ken's body quivered with the pleasure as it moved on him.
He began to piston his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of Chris's sucking lips, and Chris began to rotate his head, allowing the stiff, trembling head to brush against the sides, top and bottom of his mouth. He was amazed as Ken began to drive it deeper and deeper into him; it seemed endless, and yet he wanted more of it on every stroke. His hands moved over Ken's body, stroking, kneading, caressing the firm smooth flesh, finally coming to rest on the muscled buttocks. He grasped the cheeks firmly and pulled Ken to him, forcing the mammoth cock further into him.
Ken had never before experienced the wonderful, sensuous teasing that Chris was heaping on him. His tongue never stopped moving; it was everywhere at once. His mouth rotated, bending Ken's cock almost painfully as it drove back and forth into the pleasureful orifice, but the near-pain just served to heighten the pleasure for Ken.
His hand picked up the pace on Chris's cock. It jerked up and down rapidly as he matched its strokes with his own pulse. A muffled groan filled the room, and he felt Chris's teeth nip at his knob lightly. Then his lover's buttocks heaved up off the bed, and his cock jerked, almost escaping the grip Ken had on it.
He felt himself moaning as he felt the surging flow jolting through the burning lance he held in his hand, then he managed to open his eyes. He wanted to watch the result of his loving, and just as he managed to clear his vision enough to get the jerking tip of Chris's cock into focus, a thick stream of cloudy fluid gushed forth from the slit at its end. It arced upward and dropped down on the bush of hair covering Christ's belly, forming a glittering puddle in the indentation of his navel.
Ken kept his hand in motion, and volley after volley shot from the jerking cock, each a little smaller, and traveling a little shorter, until finally the last few grunts of pleasure echoing through Chris's body pushed forth little globs of hot liquid that flooded the hot head of his cock and spread over Ken's jerking hand.
The feel of the molten love juice on his flesh sent a torrent of pleasure rushing through Ken's body, and he drove his hips forward, embedding his cock fully in Chris's hot, eager mouth. Chris groaned as the stiff flesh pierced farther into him, and then he felt Ken's buttocks clench in his hands.
Whack ...
Whack ...
Whack ...
Each titillating jerk of Ken's thick cock spurted forth a rich creamy volley of hot fluid into his mouth. The supply seemed endless; and as Ken groaned ecstatically, Chris's mind went blank. He threw everything he had into dragging the full deposit Ken had to offer from his body. His mouth sucked, his tongue strove to encourage and heighten Ken's pleasure, and his hands found Ken's heavy balls, the storehouses of the blissfully sweet sap that poured forth. He stroked them gently, begging for more, and he was rewarded with a cry of pleasure that ripped through the room as Ken went past a point of animal pleasure that he'd thought unattainable, and spewed forth another fantastic supply of hot liquid into Chris's hungry chasm.
Ken leaned on the bed for support, his chest heaving frantically as he struggled for breath. His ears filled with Chris's gasping words.
"Oh my god, you're fantastic ... and to think ... I've known you so long ... and haven't taken advantage of this ... "
Ken felt the bed shifting below him; and when he opened his eyes, Chris had changed his position on the bed. He had poised himself in front of Ken on his hands and knees, and Ken found himself gazing at the magnificently smooth, firm, rounded cheeks of Chris's ass that he had admired just a short time before.
Chris dropped his head to the bed, and his buttocks seemed to raise higher, asking Ken to sample the pleasure of the hot, dark entrance that was nestled between the delightfully muscled cheeks. Chris didn't wait for him to move; he reached his hands around behind him and grasped Ken's thick, moist cock firmly.
"Please, Ken ... god, I've got to have you this way now ... if I didn't, I'd never forgive myself ... you're so huge ... please ... "
Chris gripped the twitching cock in his hands and pulled Ken toward him. The feel of it reminded him of the big hawsers they used to tie ships up with, only it pulsed with life. Ken allowed Chris to pull him toward the bed; and when he felt the throbbing end of his cock come in contact with the soft, burning flesh of Chris's buttocks, he gasped and rested his hands on his lover's hips.
Ken had never been able to have a man this way before; he had always been too big. Maybe this time ... Chris was so eager ...
Chris guided the swollen, fiery organ to its target; and when he found it, he began to push his buttocks back toward Ken. The pain ripped through his body, and he struggled to keep himself from crying out. Ken felt the tingling sense of approaching victory as the thick head of his cock slipped inside, and the cry of agonizing pain that filled the room seemed to add to his pleasure.
He drove his hips forward, and felt his cock begin to inch into the torrid, clinging channel of Chris's body. Chris had let out another cry of pain when Ken penetrated him, but now, as Ken began slow back-and-forth motions, sinking his cock deeper and deeper with each stroke, Chris's cries turned to moans ... then groans ... of pleasure.
One thought held Cris's mind-the pleasure, the fantastic pleasure as Ken fought deeper and deeper inside him. He'd never felt anything so wonderful, and yet it kept getting better and better. His own hot, stiff cock twitched and throbbed as the wonder of it filled him. Higher and higher he climbed until he was sure he could take no more or he would black out, and yet he climbed.
Ken's hands were guiding him in a rotating motion now, and as he felt the thick knob of Ken's cock circling, pressing at his tingling flesh, he dug his fingers into the bed, grasping handfuls of the sheet. The panting above him stopped, and Ken drove deeper than ever before.
A grunt of satisfaction filled the room, and the cock that was fully embraced by the hot, clutching flesh of Chris's body jerked and spewed forth its sweet, creamy nectar. The explosions slammed through Ken's body, and the hot fluid hammered into Chris's body. At the feel of it, he cried out in ecstasy and his own cock spit forth the gushing, juice of their lovemaking. It shot across the bed and splattered against Chris's chin and chest.
Donna opened the apartment door and waved Sharon inside, then closed it behind her. She flipped on the light and tossed her purse into the chair by the bar. i "Want a drink?"
Sharon nodded, crossed over to the couch, and sat down. She hoped the drink would loosen Donna up a bit; she hadn't been able to get her to talk about what had happened, and the idea of having their fight on her conscience didn't appeal to her in the slightest. She had achieved what she wanted all right; she was damn sure that this would be the last orgy they had, but the price had been higher than she had expected.
Donna walked across the room and held out a glass to her. Sharon took it from her, and Donna sat down on the couch beside her.
"Well, honey; it looks like it's just you and me tonight. Sounds like fun, doesn't it? I've always wanted to have you in bed for a whole night; I bet you never get tired of it."
Sharon set her drink on the coffee table in front of the couch and turned to face Donna.
"You don't seem very upset about what happened tonight. At the house you were furious, and all of a sudden you turn it off."
Donna took a gulp of her drink and laughed. "It all went according to plan, baby."
Sharon was relieved to see Donna wasn't as upset as she'd thought, but she was intrigued as to how Donna had planned what had happened.
"I guess I missed something."
Donna smiled and moved a little closer to her.
"It's simple. Chris and I have a good thing going for us. We match each other sexually; both of us are oversexed. But more important, we both have the same values. We get our sex wherever and however we can. If there's something we haven't tried, it's surprises me."
"I still don't see ... "
Donna raised her hand to cut Sharon off.
"Let me finish. I can hardly give Chris hell for putting theblocks to Janice, especially with my getting it from Ken and Ray. I know that if I let Janice keep playing with him, she could quite possibly con him away from me. The problem was how to stop her, and still remain the injured party in everyone's eyes."
Sharon nodded and fished her cigarettes out of her purse. She offered Donna one, and then lit them up. Donna took a deep drag and continued.
"There's only one way out of that one, honey-claim Janice is after him. He's been given the green light to climb into her pants, but not to drop me. Even if he wanted to take a crack at Janice and cut me loose, he couldn't do it now. Janice isn't quite ready for him. I didn't give him time to wait; he has to make his choice now, and there's only one he can make.
"You might say I nipped Janice's plan in the bud. Chris will be back; there's only one place he can get all the things he-likes, and that's right there on that bed, you'd rip your clothes off and beg me to bail you out."
Sharon felt better now. She had obviously just fallen for Donna's act as she had been expected to. Her trip had been unnecessary,-and she wished she hadn't come. Seeing Janice and Chris in the bedroom just before Donna put the light on had primed her for a good night of sex, and she wished she was with Ken.
When she turned to look at Donna, the other woman's eyes were roving over her.
"Well, honey, it's been a big night. Let's hit the sack."
Sharon had accomplished what she had intended, and all she wanted now was Ken.
"No, I'd better get back home, Donna. I can get a cab."
Donna slid a little closer to her, and she could feel the warmth of the other woman's thigh through her thin dress.
"The hell you will; Chris will keep Ken company for tonight. Besides, I've been dying to show you something that Chris bought for me the other day."
Sharon started to protest, but Donna had disappeared into the bedroom. Sharon reached for her drink and took a big swallow. Maybe Donna was right; it'd be foolish to take a cab. Donna could drive her back in the morning. She would miss having Ken make love to her, though-she was sure primed for it. She wanted something more than what Donna had to offer, and Ken had just the thing, in king size.
Donna stepped out of the bedroom holding what appeared to be just what the doctor ordered. It was made out of hard rubber, modeled after what had obviously been an erect male organ, except that it was huge.
Donna was pleased with Sharon's look of surprise.
"It even has a strap so we can wear it. I used it the second Chris showed it to me; it was a long fight getting it in; but once there, it's pure heaven."
Sharon stared at the bright red article with wide eyes. She was almost hypnotized by it, and by what she imagined it would feel like pushing its way into her. ft was a second before she could speak.
"I've heard about those things, but I never really thought they existed."
Donna chuckled huskily.
"They do, baby, and this is the deluxe model; look."
She crossed over to where Sharon was sitting and held the mammoth dildo out for her inspection. There was a little rubber bulb attached to the strap, and a hose ran from it to the fantastic organ.
"See, you fill this with hot water; and when you hit your climax, the one who's doing it to you squeezes this, and it shoots into you. It's absolutely unbelievable; I made Chris do it to me three times with it after I did it to myself."
Sharon's breathing had deepened, and she reached out her hand and touched the thick, bulbous tip gingerly. The surface was uneven; it reminded her of a gnarled tree limb. Donna jerked it in her hand, and Sharon pulled back her hand and yelped. Donna laughed and lifted the bright red dildo up to her lips, kissing its head lovingly.
"See, honey; all it takes is me, and it even jumps for you. C'mon, get your clothes off, and I'll let you try it."
Sharon could no more have resisted taking Donna's offer than she could starve. One look at the monstrous, almost grotesque, instrument and she knew she'd have to use it for what it was intended. It was like seeing anything new; she had to try it just once. She stood up, her eyes still glued to it.
"Oh god ... do you think you can get that thing into me?"
Donna laughed and took her hand. "C'mon, let's find out."
Once inside the bedroom, both women stripped off their clothing in a frenzy. Sharon had made her decision, and now she wanted to carry that decision out as quickly as possible; she wanted to feel that monstrous cock inside her body. As soon as she'd stripped off her clothing, she stretched out on her back on the big bed. Donna was fumbling with the strap as she fastened the dildo in place.
"For god's sake hurry, Donna ... "
Donna fastened the snap and started across the room toward the big bed. Sharon's eyes were riveted to the massive red organ, and she gasped as it flopped from side to side; the sight of it made her feel delightfully immoral.
"Oh my god, Donna, you'll rip me apart with it. You'll never get it into me."
Donna paused.
"Just a minute; I'll be right back."
Sharon got hotter and hotter as she waited;, by the time Donna came out of the adjoining bathroom, her body was bouncing all over the bed.
"Oh god hurry ... the sight of it scares the hell out of me ... "
Donna stopped, the cock swinging back and forth just inches from Sharon's face.
"I'll see if it's working."
Donna squeezed the bulb, and a stream of hot water spurted forth from the slit in the tip of the magnificent dildo. It hit Sharon in the forehead, and she closed her eyes and moaned.
"Oh god, Donna, for 'Christ sake hurry! Stick it in! I want to feel it ... "
Donna, climbed up on the bed eagerly and settled on her knees between Sharon's wildly spread legs. She reached out with her right hand and caressed the immense organ lovingly, and then she guided it toward Sharon's hot, moist open lips. On contact Sharon moaned and lifted her dimpled buttocks up off the bed. The massive cock drove into her, and she cried out as the bulbous knob strained against her flesh. The pain was fantastic, and she dropped her buttocks back to the bed, but Donna followed her down undaunted and drove the huge dildo into her viciously.
Sharon screamed and tried to push Donna off, but the cock continued to rip through her body. The scream died in her throat, and she groaned and thrashed her head from side to side as she gasped for breath. Her forehead was covered with perspiration, but there was no more fight in her. Donna had managed to drive the mammoth shaft halfway in, and Sharon was getting thrills she had never had before. Further it thrust into her, and she began to quiver and rotate her hips. Oh god, she had never dreamed of anything like this ... god ... god ... god ...
Donna began to move now, and Sharon grasped her shoulders, digging her nails into the flesh and drawing blood. She had been ready two hours ago, and her excited body, coupled with the size of the dildo, made short work of her. She cried out ecstatically and drove her hips up off the" bed. Her body shook with such force that the bed shifted on the thick carpeting, and then Donna's hand squeezed around the bulb. Sharon topped her first ecstatic scream with one that must have rattled the walls of the building.
Everything went blank as the pleasure plumetted through her body. There was nothing else in the world for Sharon.
9
CHRIS YAWNED AND HELD HIS ARM UP TO BLOCK the shaft of sunlight that fell through the opening in the curtains. He glanced at his watch and stretched his lean, hard form along the warm sheet. They had an hour before they had to be up. He was amazed at how fresh he felt-he'd only had four hours sleep-they had made love most of the night.
He rolled over on his side and shoved the sheet down off Ken's body so he could see his cock. Christ, what artillery! God, it had felt good inside him. He smiled and cradled his head on his arm.
Well, maybe Ken was a bisexual; but after last night, he had no doubts about what he was. It didn't bother him any more; he'd found something wonderful. He didn't give a damn if he were bisexual; after last night he was going to make it with men primarily from now on. No broad had ever been able to give him as much pleasure as Ken had, but then that was understandable now that he thought about it. After all, who could know how to please a man more than another man?
As his eyes moved over the sleeping man beside him, a warm feeling moved through him. He felt as if he'd just found love for the first time. He remembered Ken's words of the night before, and they chilled him. If only Ken had been willing to share his life with him-everything would be wonderful; he knew it.
There was only one thing left for him to hope for. Maybe the night of lovemaking had made as big an impression on Ken. If that were true, then Ken would have to come with him. He wanted so badly to wake his lover and ask him the all-important question, but he was scared stiff the answer would be no. To find true love was one thing, but to have it ripped out from under you was something completely different.
He would not press Ken for an answer; he'd let him think it over for a while. He feared Ken would no longer see him if he realized Chris's true feelings, but he was certain once they had made love a few more times, Ken would have a change of heart. The thought of it excited him, and he couldn't resist reaching out with his hand and stroking Ken's flaccid cock lovingly. He was such a beautiful male, almost god-like in his perfection.
Ken stirred and rolled over on his back. The touch of Chris's hand was all it took to bring on his regular morning hard-on a little prematurely, and he sighed happily as his cock filled with surging blood. He was still partially asleep, but when he felt Chris's lips slip around the knob of his hard, throbbing shaft, he was immediately awake.
He raised his buttocks up off the bed, and Chris's head dropped on him, taking most of the magnificent organ into his mouth. Chris was a fast learner, and Ken let himself settle back and enjoy the fun.
It was eleven-thirty when Donna turned the Mustang into Sharon's driveway. They went inside, and Sharon mixed a couple of drinks while Donna stripped off her clothes and stretched out on one of the lounges on the patio. They talked and finished their drinks, and then Sharon stripped, and they dove into the pool.
When they had finished, they dried themselves and stretched out to enjoy the sun as they talked over the pleasures they had given each other the night before. They were resting after what had been a long and tiring night of animal gratification-a session that both of them had every intention of repeating after they had given their bodies the rest they demanded.
Snugly nestled inside Donna's purse was the article that had made the night so much fun, and as each woman lay stretched beneath the reviving rays of the sun, thinking their own thoughts, each pictured the dildo. Slowly but steadily their bodies grew warmer, not only from the heat of the sun, but from the fires of passionate desire that the picture stoked in their loins.
Janice picked up the phone and dialed Donna's number. She held the phone poised and ready to hang up, but it rang again and again. She listened to its resounding bells for ten rings, then she smiled and hung it up.
She dialed again.
"Crest Cabs."
She gave them the address, and then left the apartment and took the elevator down to the lobby. She lit a smoke and took deep drags on it as she waited for the cab impatiently. It arrived before she had a chance to finish the cigarette, and she climbed in and gave the driver his directions.
Fifteen minutes later, a cab cruised slowly by Ken and Sharon's newly acquired home, and the passenger took more than a fleeting interest in the Mustang parked in the driveway.
The cabbie gave Janice a strange look when she told him to take her back to the apartment, and she couldn't hold back a smile.
"I'm just setting up a little surprise for two of my friends."
The sadistic laugh sent chills up the driver's spine.
The intercom buzzed, and Ken pushed the switch.
"Mrs. Williams on two, sir."
Ken cursed to himself and looked over at the phone. What the hell did she want-as if he didn't know. The bitch had a one-track mind. He glanced up at the clock; it was almost twelve-thirty. By all rights he should be out for lunch. He shrugged and picked up the phone.
"What can I do for you, Janice?"
"Mmmmm, is that an offer, lover?"
The voice purred deeply, and despite himself Ken couldn't help but feel aroused by it.
"Not really, baby; I've got enough work to keep me here until midnight. What did you have in mind?"
"As if you didn't know. People keep getting me all hot and bothered, and then they leave me that way. I need you, Ken, right now, and I can't stand it much longer."
"Look, baby, I don't want any of this you and me stuff. There's no need for it; we can get together when our spouses are around; that way there's no trouble."
There was a short pause.
"Just like last night, eh?"
She had a point, and Ken searched for an answer.
"I'm sorry, Janice; there's no reason for me to sneak around behind Sharon's back. We've got a deal about it, and I'm going to stick to it."
Janice's voice took on a different tone suddenly.
"She's playing you for a sucker, lover."
Ken had been humoring her up until now, but she had gone too far.
"Look,. Janice, I'm sorry your husband doesn't give you what you want; and I'd be only too glad to give it to you, but not your way. It won't do you any good to lie about Sharon."
Janice let out a short, spin-chilling laugh.
"I'm not lying, lover; she's been having little indoor games of her own when you're at work. In fact, she's playing them right now."
"You're a bloody liar."
"Am I? Why don't you take a drive home and find out. If I'm lying, you'll know for sure. Only I'm not lying, Kenny baby ... "
The phone went dead in Ken's hand. He cursed and slammed the receiver down. He picked up his pen and started checking a list of figures over again, but somehow they wouldn't register.
Sharon cheating on him? No, she wasn't that kind. She had always been perfectly truthful with him.
He moved the point of the pen back to the top of the column of figures and started moving down them again. Halfway down he tossed the pen on the desk and sat back in his chair.
He couldn't let it lie like this. Janice had planted a seed of doubt, and he had to disprove it.
He reached for the switch on the intercom.
"Cancel anything I've got for this afternoon."
He released the button, not wanting to hear what those appointments consisted of. He knew damn well that he wasn't giving the office his best lately, but some things were more important. If some bastard was slipping his cock into Sharon on the sly, Ken would kill him.
Ken felt a little guilty about suspecting Sharon, and he knew he was going to feel damn stupid walking in on her like this. He was tempted to turn around and go back, but he knew he had to find out for sure.
When he reached his street, he saw the Mustang in the driveway and smiled. Well, that was that. Sharon would hardly have another man going at her and invite Donna over too. He was tempted to drive on by, but it seemed silly after coming all the way out. He could have lunch with them and then head back to the office.
He parked the T-bird behind the Mustang and climbed out. There was no sign of them in the living room so he walked through to the kitchen and looked out onto the patio.
Sharon was stretched out on the lounge with her legs spread, and Donna was on top of her. They were in a sixty-nine position, and lapping at each other frantically.
Ken shoved the glass door open and stepped out on the sundeck. He started to laugh, and Donna and Sharon broke apart as if they'd been hit by a bolt of lightning. Ken walked over to one of the lounges and sat down. He was still laughing. So this was what Janice had meant. The poor bitch; she'd thought he would be upset.
Sharon was beet red from head to foot. She didn't know how to take Ken's reaction to what he'd seen, but she'd never intended to let him catch her like this. Donna hadn't expected laughter on Ken's part either, and she wasn't too sure what to expect next.
Ken could see that they were wondering what was going on, and he managed to stop laughing.
"Janice just phoned me, and said Sharon was two-timing me. I thought she meant some guy was making a play for her."
Sharon wiped her hand across her mouth.
"You don't mind ... finding us here like this?"
Ken grinned.
"Hell no, honey; you two can have all the fun you want, I don't blame you one bit; if I was stuck at home all day with nothing to do, I'd be doing the same thing. I don't worry about losing you to a woman, Sharon; you know only too well I can give you something no woman can."
Sharon felt the panic draining out of her. She should have known he'd understand; he had told her about having a periodical desire for another man. At first she had thought he was kidding, but one night he'd explained the attraction between members of the same sex. She was so relieved to have him feel this way that she crossed over to him and kissed him.
Ken ran his fingers over her firm buttocks as their tongues met and tasted the sweetness of each other's mouths. When she pulled away, she smiled.
"I love you."
"It goes both ways."
He grinned and looked over at Donna as he stood up.
"I think I just went down on you by proxy."
He licked his lips.
"Not bad; not bad at all."
Sharon wrapped her arms around his neck and ground her belly against his crotch. Watching Sharon rub against Ken brought Donna's need back into focus.
"How about staying and livening things up for the two of us?"
Ken smiled and looked over at Donna. The sight of the other two making love had aroused him, and the offer sounded damn good.
"I'd have to check with Chris first; if he says it's okay, I'm game."
Donna chuckled.
"No problem there; I'll get him on the phone."
Ken followed her into the house, his eyes playing over the lush mounds of her buttocks. They had looked so good quivering above Sharon when he'd first walked out on the patio; he'd had an almost uncontrollable urge to drive his cock between the resilient cheeks and after his success with Chris, he was tempted to give it a try.
Donna handed him the phone.
"Hi, Chris. Look, I came home early and Donna and Sharon were having a hen session. They invited me to give them a few thrills; that okay with you?"
Chris would have given Ken anything after what they'd been through the night before. He didn't have the power to refuse any request from Ken, and this one was easily fulfilled. He didn't give a damn who climbed Donna; she'd always been free to get kicks-wherever she wanted. The only part he didn't like about it was that Ken was obviously still very interested in the opposite sex. Maybe in time he would be able to change that; but for the time being, the important thing was to remain on good terms with Ken so he would have the time he needed.
"Sure, Ken, help yourself. I wish I could join you, but I've got a full schedule, I'm afraid. Maybe I can get over later."
Ken laughed.
"Don't worry, old man; I'll holdup the male end until you arrive."
Chris thought back to the night before and smiled.
"I have no doubt of that whatsoever; I spent a night with you, remember?"
"How could I forget? Get here as soon as you can."
Ken hung up the phone and turned to look out through the open glass door.
"You get back into the position you were in when I disturbed you; I'll be with you in a minute."
He paused long enough to watch them climb back up onto the lounge; then he walked into the bathroom and opened the cupboard. It took him a second to find what he was looking for; then he pulled the jar out from behind the others and started back for the patio.
10
DONNA AND SHARON WERE REALLY GOING AT it when Ken came back out to the patio. He stood watching them for a second while he finished the drink he'd poured for himself. From where he was standing he had a ringside view of Donna's firm, jutting buttocks, and his cock began to throb hotly as he watched the velvet-smooth flesh quiver and shake.
They had returned to their original positions, each girl holding the other's head clamped securely between trembling thighs. It was impossible to tell where the moist moans and sighs of pleasure were coming from.
Ken set his empty glass down and then crossed to one of the lounges. He stripped off his clothes and piled them on the lounge. Then he picked up the jar of vaseline from the table where he'd left his glass, and crossed toward them, his thick cock swinging back and forth gently in front of him, stiff and hot.
He stopped when he came abreast of Donna's circling hips, and Sharon's hungry mouth. He watched Donna's dimpled cheeks quivering in the hot sun as he unscrewed the top of the vaseline bottle and stuck his finger into it. He set the jar down on the table beside the lounge and spread the cheeks of Donna's buttocks with his left hand. Then he slipped the finger coated with the lubricant into the hot valley between the resilient cheeks and began to probe gently.
Donna groaned happily and lifted her buttocks up to meet the exploring finger. Sharon's hands slipped up from below, to cup her hot globes and pull Donna back down to her hungry mouth. Donna was torn between the two pleasureable experiences, but finally decided to share herself between them.
She began lifting and lowering her body, getting it from both sides; Sharon's hot mouth and thrusting tongue worked below and Ken's boldly caressing finger above. The sensation was absolutely wild; she'd never had it this way before, and she was torn between the two wonderful attacks. Combined, they made what she'd experienced before seem small and unimportant. She groaned, moaned, and rotated her hot little ass, letting Ken and Sharon twist and move inside her.
Ken had no trouble shoving his finger all the way into her, and his initial success pleased him. His cock surged even larger as he thought of what was coming, and he had a hell of a time stopping himself from driving it into her immediately. He wanted to break her in, to get her to relax first; that way it would be easier for her to handle his thick cock.
He moved his finger back and forth in her burning, clutching flesh, and then slipped a second finger inside to join the first. Donna lifted her head from between Sharon's open thighs, and gasped with pain at the initial stroke. But in a few seconds she was back lapping at Sharon's hot body, little muffled cries of pleasure telling Ken that she was enjoying the combined fingers immensely.
Ken let her have a few more strokes, and then pulled his fingers out of her blazing body and moved around to the back of the lounge. Donna missed the added stimulation immediately and raised her head from between Sharon's legs.
"Oh God, Ken, don't stop now. You were doing fine ... "
Ken smiled and moved forward, straddling the lounge. He moved in until the fiery tip of his throbbing cock was nestled against the dark tingling entrance his fingers had just vacated.
"How about something a little bigger, baby. Would you like that?"
He shoved his hips forward gently, and the head of his cock drove ahead, probing the hot channel ever so slightly. The pressure forced Donna down onto Sharon, and her tongue dipped deeper into Donna's body than it had ever been before. There was no decision for Donna to make; she had to have what Ken was offering. The thought of that huge cock piercing her there frightened her, but it also sent a delightful shudder through her body.
"Yes, oh God yes ... but be gentle, Ken; you're so big, and I've never ... "
Ken knew damn well she had done it before; Chris had gone into great detail about how good it had been with her. However, there was no doubt that she'd never had anything of the dimensions Ken was about to give her in this particular spot. He wanted to drive it into her viciously; he wanted to feel the hot, clinging flesh struggle against him; but he knew Donna wouldn't be able to take it. No, he would have to start slowly. But maybe after he was part way there, once she started to bounce her little ass up to him, maybe then he would shove the last few inches into her a little more abruptly.
He began to thrust forward with a steady slow pressure. At first he got nowhere, so he pulled back from her and scooped out some more vaseline, this ,time covering his throbbing organ along its burning length. He moved to her again and began the long push home.
Donna let out a shriek of pain and tried to pull away from him, but she had nowhere to go-Sharon's nibbling mouth was directly below her. She was begging Ken to pull back, but he had to have her after getting this close, and he drove his hips forward with all his strength. His straining cock started to bend, and he was about to give it up as a lost cause when Donna thrust her hips upward, trying to throw him back.
The added pressure did the trick, and the. thick knob of his cock popped inside her moist, hot channel. Ken gasped with the sheer pleasure of it, and Donna moaned and dropped her mouth back to the open, inviting lips below her. Ken held himself barely inside her, unable to move for a second. The initial stroke had given him such pleasure that he'd almost passed out. A shudder of ecstasy raced through his body, and he fought to retain oxygen in his emptied lungs.
Christ, it was fantastic; the head of his burning organ was being tightly hugged by Donna's hot, pulsing flesh. He'd never felt himself so snugly clutched, and yet held gently prisoner. For a few seconds both he and Donna were more than satisfied to leave things as they were, but soon the temptation to taste greater pleasure was too strong, and they began to move.
Donna's buttocks began to lift slowly, and Ken returned her motions with a steady push of his own. Inch by slow painful inch the molten, throbbing shaft slipped into its torrid, gently yielding sheath. Donna sat on the verge of pulling away from it because of the pain, but throughout the seemingly endless plunge, the pleasure she received from the entering, stiffly erect organ overbalanced the pain.
Ken paused halfway into her to take a breath and enjoy the tightness surrounding his cock. God, it was fantastic; he'd never been so acutely aware of the millions of nerve endings covering his aroused cock as he was now. Each and every one sent back messages of unbelievable pleasure to his brain, and he had to move again.
He pulled back a couple of inches, then drove his cock into the hot yielding flesh viciously. A muffled cry of pain came from between Sharon's thighs, but it died quickly as Ken began to drive in and out of the tight socket rhythmically. It became a low moan of delight that grew louder and louder as Ken pistoned his cock in and out of her.
With each downward stroke of Ken's body, Sharon's head was pressed deeper into the damp, matted hair covering Donna's open, quivering cunt. Her tongue drove deeper and deeper, and began to circle inside on the hot, bumpy sweet tissue.
Donna turned into a mating animal as she filled with the wonderful pleasure they were heaping on her. She forced her twitching tongue deeper and deeper into Sharon's eager body, and Sharon felt that Donna would have been more than pleased to get her entire head inside if it had been possible. Sharon felt that fiery, moist tongue probing-places that had never been touched before, and she felt the explosion building up in her.
Donna's lips closed around the erect bud nestled hotly between her open lips. She let her tongue work back and forth across it, and Sharon's body went wild under her.
Ken fought valiantly to hold himself in check. The friction was fantastic, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life stroking slowly in and out of Donna, but the pleasure was too great, and he felt himself approaching the climax. He pushed forward and drove his throbbing cock to the hilt between Donna's dimpled cheeks, then let her rotating buttocks push him over the top.
At the feel of the first hot spurt of thick, creamy fluid gushing forth, Donna cried out with pleasure and sunk her teeth into Sharon's sensitive, erect bud. Sharon's reaction was immediate; she cried out ecstatically and her entire body shook as wave after wave of delight shot through her. Her tongue telegraphed the pleasure she was receiving deep into Donna's body, and Donna groaned as she joined Sharon and Ken. The lounge shook beneath them; but they ignored it, and the world around them, as they twisted and rubbed against each other, taking every drop of pleasure they could find.
Chris reached across his desk and picked up the phone. He recognized Ray's voice immediately.
"I've got to meet you, Chris. Will you come to that little bar around the corner after work?"
Chris looked at the papers spread out on his desk.
"Christ, Ray, I've got enough work to keep me going all night ... "
"This is important, Chris. I have to talk to you; it can't wait."
Chris could tell by the tone of Ray's voice that Ray was pleading with him. He dropped the pencil in his left hand and sighed.
"Okay, Ray; I'll be able to get out for an hour or so. I guess I need a break anyway. What time do you want me to meet you?"
"As soon as you can; I'm already at the bar."
Chris looked up at the clock.
"Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes."
Ken was stretched out on his back on one of the lounges. His cock was deeply imbedded in Donna's mouth, and Sharon was gently sucking one of his balls into her mouth. The combination of the two tongues working over his tingling flesh sent sparks of delight shooting through him. Donna's head began to bob up and down, and Sharon somehow managed to suck both of his balls inside the broiling, moist chasm of her mouth. Her tongue flipped back and forth across the tender globes as Donna's methodically polished the uncovered knob of his cock.
Ken had never had two broads going at him at once, and it felt good. Sharon knew only too well how he liked to have his sac kissed and licked; and what Donna lost in knowledge of his cock, she overcame with the exuberance of her motions. Ken let his body go limp as he lay back enjoying the homage they-were paying to his body. The hot rays of the sun warmed his chest and belly, and their hot mouths warmed his throbbing cock and quivering balls.
Sharon felt the sensitive spheres jump in her mouth and drew them further in. The thick cock jerked in Donna's mouth, and she sucked back the spurting hot juice as it surged forth from the thick head. Ken grunted as his body spasmodically convulsed on the lounge.
Chris walked into the bar and scanned the dark, smoke-filled interior. He spotted Ray waving his hand from one of the back booths, and started toward him. When he got to the table, he found a drink waiting for him, and he picked it up eagerly and took a big slug.
"Christ, I needed that; it's been one hell of a day."
He looked across at Ray and smiled.
"Now, what's so important?"
Ray dropped his eyes to the glass sitting in front of him on the table.
"I've decided to leave Janice. I had originally planned to wait until I found someone to share an apartment with, but I can't take any more of her whoring around."
Chris took another gulp of the Scotch and set the glass down.
"So how do I fit in?"
Ray looked up at him and smiled.
"Everywhere, I'm afraid ... you're the guy I'd picked to share the apartment with."
Chris couldn't hide the look of surprise that came over his face.
"Me? Whatever ... "
Ray cut him off.
"Let me finish before you say anything. Let me get it all out before you judge it."
Chris stared at him blankly, and Ray continued.
"I know you aren't ready to make a decision like this yet. I had planned to break it to you slowly as our lovemaking improved, but that's not possible now. I know you liked what we did together; I could feel that, and I'm sure that .you'll want more now that you've tasted it. Isn't that true?"
Chris was totally unprepared for what Ray was tossing at him.
"No ... hell, I won't deny it. You're absolutely right; it's better than any woman ever gave me, but ... "
Ray cut him off again.
"That's all I wanted to know. I simply want to offer you my love; I want you more than anything else, and I know I can make you happy."
Chris looked into Ray's pleading eyes, and pity welled up in him. He shook his head slowly, and lifted his drink to finish it. Ray waited patiently for an answer, and Chris searched for a way to make it come out easier, but there was no easy way to tell someone who loves you that you love someone else.
"I can't, Ray ... things are so confused."
Ray reached out and rested his hand on Chris's arm.
"You're still not sure you want the love of another man. I understand how you feel; just let me teach you how good it can be. Then you can decide; that's all I ask."
Chris managed a half smile.
"That's just the point, Ray; you did show me how good it was. I know that I'm at least bisexual, and there's a good possibility I may end up strictly homosexual; that's something I still have to find out for sure.
"I enjoyed it so much that I tried it with another man. I'm in love with him, Ray, but he doesn't want me. It's ironical; I can't return your love, the kind of love you showed me initially, because I've fallen in love with another man "while trying to learn more about it."
Ray picked up his glass and emptied it ... He raised his hand to signal for another round, and then he looked up at Chris.
"I guess I just don't live right. I've never had an even break yet; I was a fool to think I could have you."
Chris started to speak, but held back as the "waiter approached and set their drinks down. They waited until he left, both of them bubbling over with emotion. As soon as he started away, Chris spoke.
"We're both in the same boat. I picked Ken to fall in love with, and he told me before we even hit the sack that he had no intention of making it any more than a physical contact."
A surprised expression formed on Ray's face.
"Not Ken Benson ... "
Chris nodded and smiled.
"Yes; surprisingly enough, he swings both ways. But I'm afraid he's quite satisfied to stay married to Sharon."
Ray pulled out his cigarettes and offered Chris one. He lit them up and exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"Well, I'll be damned; I was sure he was straight."
Chris took a deep drag off his cigarette.
"Unfortunately, he is primarily; although I got the feeling after we had finished making love that I might have got to him. I wanted to let him think it over before I asked him if he was interested in turning it into a regular thing. That's why I can't accept what you're offering me, Ray. It wouldn't be fair to let you play second fiddle to him. If things don't pen out between Ken and I, then I'd be glad to shack up with you for a trial period anyway. We were good together, and I have no doubt that we could make a go of it, but I have to try for Ken first. If he says no, I can start to forget him and begin from scratch."
Ray nodded and flicked his ash into the ash tray.
"Yes, I understand completely, Ray. I'm in a perfect position to understand how you feel about Ken, because I feel the same way about you."
Ray reached into his pocket and hauled out a slip of paper, tossing it over to Chris.
"That's the apartment I've leased. If Ken turns you down, come on over; there will always be room for you in my bed."
Chris took the slip of paper and shoved it into his shirt pocket. Ray stood up and drained his glass, then set it down on the table. He let his eye move down over Chris's body.
"If you do come, Chris, be sure; be very sure. The next time someone comes between us, I'll fight for you."
Chris stared down at the booze in the glass as he spun it in small circles.
Be sure ... he wasn't even sure yet if he was bisexual or homosexual. That was the thing he had to settle first. Then he would have to approach Ken; there was no sense in putting it off. That would just make it harder to take when it came.
He raised his glass to his lips and drained it; then he stood up and started toward the door. Before the day was finished, he'd know the answer to both those questions; and he knew that regardless of the outcome, those answers were bound to change his life dramatically.
Sharon pulled herself up out of the water and held herself with her elbows resting on the side of the pool. Donna and Ken had preceded her by only a few seconds, and she was amazed at the speed with which they had managed to fit their bodies together.
As she watched Ken grunting and driving his cock into Donna's eager, squirming body, she felt that now-familiar twinge of jealousy again. Once again she told herself she was being foolish, but she couldn't help feeling that the thick shaft driving into Donna's lust-contorted body belonged to her. She had grown to consider the pleasure derived from having that wonderful organ perform its marvelous task of sensuous giving as hers alone, and watching Ken make love to Donna seemed to pull one more block out of the framework of the beautiful thing she and Ken had built together.
She watched Donna's back arch upward like a taut bow, and listened to her cry of ecstasy as Ken's body convulsed and his cock spurted forth the thick creamy fluid that she had felt so many times. Time hadn't made the sight any easier for her to watch. That was her man making love on the grass beside the pool, and it should be she who was receiving the reward of that lovemaking, not another woman.
Her eyes flickered to Ken's pleasure-contorted face. It was for him that she allowed this trespassing on private property. His pleasure and happiness meant more to her than her seemingly puritanical thoughts. She would give this part of herself up, she would lose something that she knew was important, because she loved that man on the grass, and his happiness was her happiness.
She planted her feet against the side of the pool and turned herself away from what her eyes didn't want to watch. It was supposed to have ended when Donna locked horns with Janice, but it hadn't. She had expected Ken to take the fight as a warning of the dangers that wife-swapping held, but it hadn't worked. He was having the time of his life, and he had no intention of changing his attitude. Sharon was convinced that he would be willing to leave her if she asked him to go back to the way it had been before; he was so engrossed with the pleasure of his newfound sexual outlet that his sense of balance was lost. He could see nothing farther than what physical pleasure the orgies would provide him with, and he would not understand Sharon if she explained what she felt to him.
She-would have to be satisfied to-wait until he could think clearly again. It would happen eventually it had to ... The only problem was how long could she wait? How much more could she take before she would have to rebel against what was happening? Where would she draw the line on her self-respect?
11
CHRIS PAID THE CABBIE AND STEPPED OUT OF the cab. He walked past the T-bird and Mustang, and reached out to press the bell. He changed his mind just before his finger hit it and tried the door. He didn't want to disturb anybody at a crucial moment.
He walked through the living room and kitchen, then pushed open the glass door and stepped out onto the patio.
Ken and Donna-were locked in a sixty-nine position on the grass beside the pool. Chris stood watching them for a second, and he couldn't help wishing it was his mouth that held Ken's thick cock. He watched Donna's bobbing head; and then as Ken grunted and lifted his hips to empty the storehouses of lust, Chris could almost taste the hot creamy fluid that was spurting into Donna's eager mouth.
He walked over to them as Donna rolled off Ken's magnificent, bronzed body and collapsed on the grass beside him. When he reached Ken he poked him gently in the ribs with his foot. "How about mixing a drink for a thirsty buddy?"
Ken looked up at him and smiled. He took a couple of deep breaths and vaulted into a standing position. The two of them walked back toward the bar; and as soon as they were out of earshot from Donna, Chris turned to Ken.
"I've been thinking over what we were talking about last night. I want to get it clear in my mind today."
Ken poured two glasses Ml of Scotch and handed one to Chris.
"You mean, whether you're bisexual or not?"
Chris nodded and took a slug of his Scotch. Ken turned around and looked toward the pool.
"Sharon, come here for a second."
He turned back to Chris and smiled.
"Sharon should be able to answer that one for you."
Sharon pulled herself out of the pool and started toward them. Her well-tanned body glistened in the sunlight, and the sight of her sent shivers of desire through Ken, causing his cock to rear its head and begin to grow. He glanced at Chris and grinned.
"If you can turn that down, you have to be queer."
Sharon was almost to them now, and Ken looked up at her.
"Chris needs a place to stick his cock. See what you can do for him, will you honey?"
The words cut into Sharon like a hot knife, and she looked at Ken unbelievingly. Her expression went unnoticed, because Ken had already started back across the lawn toward Donna, his thick cock stiff and throbbing. She stared after him, hoping that he had been joking, hoping that he would turn around and come back to her.
Chris's hands slipped around her waist, and she turned to face him, her body moving without her guidance. Her mind seemed detached from the rest of her as Chris guided her over to one of the lounges and laid her down on it. She looked in disbelief as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-erect cock. He was not even bothering to take his pants off, only baring what was absolutely necessary.
Sharon felt dirty. She wanted to tell him to stop-she wanted to cry out for Ken to have him stop this man from possessing her-but her lips wouldn't move. She stared at the half-soft cock resting in the palm of Chris's hand, and waited for it to harden, waited for it to pierce her body.
It didn't harden; it grew even softer instead. It shrunk before her eyes, and Sharon silently gave thanks. Chris looked down at the flaccid shaft and shrugged his shoulders. That answered the first question.
He backed away from Sharon's inert body without giving her a second glance, and walked toward Ken and Donna, fastening his pants as he moved. Ken was just about to drop between Donna's invitingly open thighs when Chris approached them. Ken looked up at him and Chris grinned.
"Nothing. Not even the slightest inclination."
Ken lifted himself reluctantly from his half-crouch and stood up.
"Christ, you didn't give it much chance."
Chris smiled and ran his fingers through his close-cropped crewcut.
"You've got to have something to start with, and I just don't have it any more."
Donna looked up at them, confused by their words.
"Obviously I've missed something. Is whatever you're talking about more important than this?"
She rubbed her right hand back and forth across the dark triangle of curls between her open thighs. The action sent a warm flush through Ken's body, and his cock jerked as his pulse quickened. He turned to Chris and smiled.
"She's got a point there."
Chris's eyes had been resting on Ken's cock, and he felt his own flaccid organ begin to come to life as he watched it throb. He looked up at Ken's face and shook his head.
"That can wait. I have to talk to you."
Ken could read the urgency in Chris's face, and he forced himself to turn away from the temptingly sensuous gyrations Donna was going through on the grass at his feet.
"Hang tough, baby; keep your ass moving. I'll be back in a second."
He followed Chris over to the other side of the pool and perched himself on the diving board while he waited for Chris to get whatever he had to say-off his mind. Having Ken sit on the diving board in front of him with his legs slightly spread made concentrating a little difficult for Chris. Ken had relaxed a bit as they walked across the grass, but his cock was still very formidable in its semi-erect state.
Ken felt Chris's eyes burning into his cock, and having himself openly admired by either sex always had the same result. His cock quivered slightly, and then began to swell. In a few seconds, it was standing proudly between his thighs, the thick head throbbing gently in the hot rays of the sun. It became obvious that Chris was so fascinated by watching it that he'd forgotten why they had moved away from Donna. Ken was in no mood to keep Donna waiting any longer than was absolutely necessary, especially now that his cock was begging for action.
"Hey, snap out of it."
The sound of Ken's voice broke the spell, and Chris managed to tear his eyes away from the magnificent, pulsing organ. He stared blankly at Ken for a second, and Ken began to grow impatient.
"Look, you wanted a chance to find out. Okay, I let you have a try at Sharon. Now you've decided that you're going to make it with men only. AH right, what do you want from me? A few names ... "
Chris moved his hands forward and grasped Ken's thighs tenderly.
"What do I want from you? That should be obvious."
Ken reached down and brushed the warm hands from his body. They felt good so close to his eager cock, but he had no intention of letting Sharon see him in this kind of apposition. He glanced back toward the house to make sure the act had gone unnoticed, and then he turned back toward Chris.
"What the hell are you trying to prove? I told you how I stood on that before we got into bed, remember? I do it now and then for kicks, but I don't advertise it, and I have no intention of giving up what I have here."
All the life seemed to drain out of Chris. His eyes moved down over Ken's hard body, and Ken could hardly hear the words as he spoke them.
"I thought ... maybe you'd changed your mind. It was so good for me. I thought you would have to feel that too."
Ken pushed himself off the diving board and walked toward the edge of the pool. He felt lousy; he should have known this would happen. Chris walked up beside him, and they stood looking down into the gently rippling water. Ken cursed silently; he had ruined a wonderful friendship. It was finished now; it had to be. He lifted his head and turned toward Chris.
"Look, Chris, I'm sorry. Damn it, I told you how it was with me. I don't want it any other way."
Chris looked up at him and managed a half smile.
"Yeah, I know; I thought maybe I could change your mind."
Chris turned and started to walk slowly along the edge of the pool. Ken watched him for a second; then he walked after him. When he came up alongside Chris, he grasped him on the shoulder. When Chris turned to face him, there were tears in his eyes. Ken had never felt lower in his life than he did as he looked down at the glistening droplets.
"Chris ... if I had been the way you are, I would have gone with you. You were the best I ever had, but it just can't be that way for me."
Chris smiled halfheartedly.
"I know this sounds stupid, but I love you Ken. I think I always have; it just took me a while to realize it. I'll get over it, and I'll find another man, but it-will never be as good as it could have been between us."
Chris turned away from him and walked over to Donna. He reached down and pulled her up on her feet.
"Get your clothes on; we're going home. There's a few things we've got to talk over."
Donna looked longingly across the pool at Ken's gently swinging cock.
"But we were just ... "
Chris didn't have an ounce of patience left in him. He increased the pressure on the soft hand clasped in his own.
"Now, Donna, you can get that any time you want it."
Chris had never abused her, and he rarely got as serious as he was now. Donna knew that he had a good reason for what he was saying, and his tone and the lifeless expression on his face told her this was no time to argue.
She pulled her clothes on quickly and followed Chris across the patio to the glass doors. She paused for a second beside the lounge where Sharon had finally managed to relax enough to lay back.
"I'll give you a call later, Sharon."
Sharon's expression didn't change; it was as though she hadn't heard her. Suddenly Donna felt cold all over. The feeling of warmth that had existed between the four of them had somehow vanished. Her eyes flickered out to the edge of the pool where Ken stood forlornly staring into the water, and then moved back to Sharon's inert body. She was about to speak again when she felt Chris's hand on her arm.
.Ken stood by the pool until he heard the roar of the Mustang's motor; then he turned around and walked back toward the patio. He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he didn't sense Sharon's icy cold eyes following his progress.
All the warmth that she'd ever held for him, the respect, the admiration; it was gone. One small sentence and it was gone. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as he got closer, and she made no attempt to hide them from him. His thoughts, his feelings, were unimportant to her now.
Ken tried to dismiss the thoughts about Chris as he neared Sharon. It had happened, and it was finished. The only thing that bothered him was that it would also finish the orgies, something he'd grown very fond of. He thought back to Donna's hot little ass earlier in the afternoon. Man, had that been good.
He raised his eyes to look at Sharon, at the same time extending his hand to caress her. She didn't move a muscle, but she stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Keep your filthy hands off me. Don't ever touch me again."
Ken couldn't believe his ears. What the hell had he done? For a second he thought she was kidding, but the tears and the cold harsh tone of her voice made him dismiss that thought very quickly.
Sharon sat up and brushed the tears away from her cheeks with the back of her hand. Ken stood staring at her, his mind working frantically to find the answer to her anger. The fact that he didn't even realize what he'd done made it seem even worse to Sharon-she had been ripe for it without even being aware of it. Her mind had simply rebelled, unwilling to go any farther; she had drawn the line.
She stood up on the other side of the lounge and glared at him, trying to stop herself from falling to pieces, trying to say what she had to say without letting him know how much it hurt her to say it.
"I'm leaving you, Ken. I don't know if I'll come back; that's up to you. Today you casually offered my body to another man as if I was a piece of furniture. I don't think we can sink much lower, but I'm not going to find out."
She turned her back on him and-walked inside the house. Ken stared blankly at the glass door after she had disappeared, and then sat down on the lounge. Things were going too fast for him; everything had gone out of proportion. What the hell had brought this on? Everything had been going so great. What the hell had got into Sharon? Christ, she had been balling it with Donna when he arrived, having a gay old time; and just because he gave Chris the go-ahead to put the make on her, she broke up on him.
All of a sudden he was a bastard to everybody, and he hadn't done a damn thing wrong. He'd told Chris how it was before he made love to him. Because he'd made a bad choice of words in giving his consent to having Chris slip his cock to Sharon, something that had already been done several times, he was treating her like a piece of furniture.
The more he thought about it, the madder he got. He was being picked as a fall guy for everybody's problems, and he was sick and tired of the whole damn thing. Let Sharon go if she wanted; she knew bloody well what side her bread was buttered on. She'd come crawling back to him the next day.
Donna had prodded Chris for conversation a couple of times on the trip back home. She had done it carefully, feeling somehow that she probably wasn't going to like what he'd have to say, but her attempts had been useless. Chris kept his eyes on the "road and ignored her.
It wasn't until they were inside the apartment and the door was closed that Chris started to speak.
"Go on in the living room and sit down; I'll mix us a couple of drinks."
Donna did as she was told, and in a few minutes he came into the room and handed her a drink. Then he walked across the room and stood in front of the big window. He spun his glass in his fingers restlessly, and looked out at the roofs of the buildings below. He knew he should face her but he couldn't. "I want a divorce."
Donna stopped the upward motion of her hand and set the glass back down on the table. She knew he was serious; something had been bothering him all afternoon, but she hadn't expected this. She thought of a hundred things she could be saying, but instead she fumbled with her purse and pulled out her cigarettes.
Chris expected her to say something; and when she didn't, he turned around and looked over at her.
"I'll give you anything you want. I owe you that much and more."
Donna managed to light her cigarette with her shaking hand, and then she took a deep drag off the cigarette.
"She's a bitch, Chris. She'll make your life miserable."
Chris had been working out his explanation to her, trying to phrase it so she would understand that he felt strongly about what he was going to do. It took a second for her words to sink in.
"Who?"
Donna looked up at him, and he saw the anger and hurt in her eyes.
"Janice. Who else? She's the one that's been letting you climb all over her."
For a split second Chris was tempted to use Janice as his excuse. At least that way Donna would be able to understand why he was doing it. How was he going to make her understand that he no longer wanted to live with a woman; he wanted to live with and love a man. He was tempted, but he owed her more than that; in a way their marriage had been a game, but it had always been a fair and honest one. They'd never lied to each other; there had been no need. Each could understand the other's feelings ... but could she understand this?
He raised his glass to his lips and took a deep gulp of the straight Scotch; then he walked over to the table and looked down at her.
"It's not Janice. That's the weird part; it isn't because of another woman. You should know by now that I couldn't find another woman who could give me what you do. Christ, I'd be damn lucky if I could find three women that could handle the appetite for sex that I have. You and you alone have been able to do that."
Donna exhaled a could of smoke and tried to organize her thoughts.
"If it's not that, then what is it? If it's something I've done, surely we don't have to get a divorce over it."
Her voice began to tremble as she fought to hold back the tears that threatened to come.
"I love you, Chris. I'll do anything you want; you know that. Haven't I proved it to you?"
It was being dragged out, and Chris wanted to end it quickly. Let the blow be swift and final; the longer he looked at her, the worse he felt.
"I'm homosexual, Donna. I guess I have been all along, but I just didn't know it. I still have just as much desire for sex, but it's got to be with another man."
Donna was stunned. Her first reaction was to laugh, but she could see that he was serious.
"Don't be ridiculous, Chris; you can't be. All this time you've been ... "
Chris cut her off.
"Donna, I couldn't even get a hard on with Sharon this afternoon. It's over; I just don't want it from a woman."
Donna was getting scared now. She felt the tears breaking loose as she reached out for his hand.
"Chris ... let me try ... "
Chris wanted to push her away, but he knew she had to see that he wasn't lying to her. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth as Donna frantically opened the front of his pants and pushed his shorts down. He felt the hot dampness of her tears on his thigh as she sucked his limp cock into her mouth. Her hands were everywhere on him; she polished his flaccid shaft with her tongue and teased it in every way she knew how.
Finally, after fifteen minutes without results, she let it slip out of her mouth and collapsed on the floor. Chris looked down at her sobbing, shuddering body and sat down on the couch and began pounding the arm with his clenched fist.
Why ... why did it have to happen? He had loved this woman with every part of him, and now he was dealing her the lowest blow she could receive. He stared down at her, listening to the low sobs until he couldn't take it any longer. He had done what he had to do. She didn't deserve to have him leave without knowing why. He'd done it the way it had to be done, but that didn't make it any easier for either of them to take.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the slip of paper; then he walked out of the apartment and took the elevator to the garage.
Ray opened the last of the three suitcases he had spread out on the bed. He paused to glance at his watch, and then moved across to the dresser. For the first time in his life he was glad Janice played around on him. It would take her at least an hour to get serviced by the stud that had just phoned, and that would give him plenty of time to get his things packed and get out.
He felt wonderful, better than he had in years. She had managed to take most of his self-confidence from him since their marriage, but landing the job this afternoon had changed most of that. He felt like a man again, something he had been sure he could never recapture. Without realizing it, he began whistling as he packed his clothes.
He didn't know Janice had walked into the room until she spoke.
"And where the hell do you think you're going?"
The sound of her voice sent a wave of fear crashing through his body. For a second he almost lost his feeling of confidence. If she hadn't spoken again, she might have had him.
"It's damn good of you to get the hell out so I can move somebody in that knows how to make a woman happy, but you don't have to bother. The guest room has always been sufficient."
He smiled and began to whistle again as he continued packing.
Janice watched him moving back and forth across the room. He was different somehow; she could sense it, and she didn't like it.
"Pay attention to me when I'm talking to you, and stop that foolishness at once."
He turned toward her and smiled.
"Go ahead, Janice; mouth it up to your heart's content. I don't give a damn. I'm actually going to do it; I finally got enough guts to get out of this sewer; and no matter what you say, I'm going."
He had rebelled against her before, but never to this extent. She'd always held that one last club over his head; the money, the good life he'd become accustomed to. That had always been her ace in the hole. He had shattered that in front of her, and she was scared.
Janice crossed over to him and sat on the bed.
"You know you won't go through with it. You're afraid to go out on your own. You can't do it; I won't let you."
Ray snapped the last suitcase shut and set it on the floor.
"You can't do a damn thing about it. I'm leaving."
Fear gripped Janice. The one thing in her life that meant anything to her, the one thing she hadn't been able to completely reshape according to her "wants, the one person that could make her back down ... she was going to lose him. She began babbling insensibly.
"Surely we can work this out ... we could go away together ... I'll change, Ray, really I will ... you know it hasn't been easy for me ... I'll give you all the money you want ... "
Ray couldn't stop himself from feeling pity for her. As much as he would have liked to kick her when she was done, he wasn't capable of it. He bent over and grasped her shoulders firmly.
"You don't need me, Janice; you don't need anybody. Every time someone has tried to get close to you, you've chopped them down. Maybe if I leave, you'll be able to find what you're looking for ... "
Ray bent down and picked up two of the suitcases. He carried them out of the bedroom and down the hall to the door; then he returned for the other one.
Janice's mind snapped. Rational thought stopped, and was replaced by icy cold panic. She stood up and walked along the side of the bed to the night table. Her expression didn't change as she pulled open the drawer and felt around inside.
Ray walked back into the bedroom just as she raised the pearl-handled automatic to her head. For a second he was frozen with disbelief; and then he shouted and dove across the bed, his hand slashing at the arm that held the shiny gun.
12
KEN WAS STANDING IN THE LIVING ROOM POURING himself his third straight Scotch. The sounds of Sharon's packing echoed into the room, and he tried to block them out of his mind.
His anger had faded now that he'd had a chance to think things over. He felt just as responsible for what had taken place, if not more so, then Sharon; yet he couldn't bring himself to go down the hall to her.
She had never threatened to leave him before. It was a serious thing to Sharon, and she would not use it lightly. He loved the beautiful blonde in his bedroom, and he would be useless without her, and yet he couldn't make himself go to her.
The phone rang, and Ken cursed. He ignored it for three rings, and finally walked over and picked it up. Ray's voice was so shaky that Ken could barely understand him.
"Ken, Janice just tried to kill herself ... I'm at the hospital now, but I'm falling apart ... would you come down? I've got some papers to fill out, and I can't even see them ... "
His voice trailed off, and it took several minutes for Ken to find out what hospital they were at. He hung up the phone, and without thinking, started down the hallway.
Sharon was leaning over a suitcase when he opened the door; and when she looked up at him, her eyes were filled with anger. Ken crossed over to his dresser and pulled out some shorts.
"Ray just phoned. Janice tried to kill herself; he wants me to come down."
Sharon's own problems vanished. She sat back on the bed for support as her legs gave out on her.
"Oh my god! What have I done?"
Ken was completely engrossed in dressing, and didn't hear her words. He was tying his shoe when Sharon stood up and reached for her purse.
"I've got to go with you."
They met Ray in a small room near the emergency entrance. He was sitting quietly in a beat-up chair against one wall, a cigarette held loosely between his lips. At first he didn't acknowledge their presence; then he pulled his cigarette out of his mouth and ground it out in the overflowing ash tray sitting on top of a table that had seen too many coats of paint.
Before they could say anything, he related everything that had built up to Janice's attempt on her life. He told them about his decision to leave her and follow his chosen path of sexual release. He talked in a slow, almost inaudible monotone, and neither Ken nor Sharon had the heart to stop him. When he had finished, he looked up at them and shook his head.
"She's had a complete mental breakdown; apparently she's been headed for it for some time. I never knew; maybe if I had, I could have understood her better; I don't know."
Sharon couldn't hold back any longer.
"Is she going to be all right, Ray?"
He was silent for a second, lost in his own thoughts; then he looked up at her.
"Oh god, I'm sorry; I forgot you didn't know. I just can't seem to think straight. The bullet just grazed her; you'll never know it happened in a few weeks ... I only wish her mental problem was that easy to heal."
The door opened behind Ken, and he moved to let the white-gowned man into the room. He smiled at them briefly, and walked over to Ray.
"You might as well go on home now, Mr. Williams. Your wife will be all right. I've talked to her doctor about the other problem, and we've agreed that she should be institutionalized for treatment. There are a few formalities left, but we can take care of that some other time. You go on home and get some rest."
Ken stepped back to allow the doctor to leave, and then turned back to Ray.
"Is there anything we can do, Ray? Can we drive you home?"
Ray shook his head and stood up.
"No .thanks, Ken. I sure appreciate your coming down; I felt so alone, and there was no one to talk to. I had to get it out."
Ken hooked his arm in Sharon's and opened the door.
"That's what friends are for, Ray. If there's anything else we can do, give us a call."
"Yes, I'll do that Ken; but I'm afraid I have a lot of thinking to do before I make any decisions. My feelings toward her have changed so much after finding out how sick she is. I don't want to leave her if she needs me ... "
Ken closed the door and guided Sharon down the long corridor to the door. His hand on her arm was firm, and she felt her pulse quicken as he directed her movements. She could almost see the wheels turning in his head, and she felt his strength moving into her body, lifting her spirits.
They stepped into the fresh, early evening air, and Ken took a deep breath, erasing the antiseptic smell of the hospital corridor from his body.
He opened the car door for Sharon, and she slipped into the luxurious bucket seat of the T-bird and waited for him to walk around to his side. When he had closed his door, she turned to him.
"Ken, I ... "
"Not yet, Sharon. I've got to get things settled in my mind before we can talk about it."
It had been a command, not a statement; and Sharon accepted it as such. She leaned back into the soft leather seat as Ken's foot fell heavily on the accelerator; and the sleek car jumped away from the curb, the tires complaining loudly oh the pavement.
Chris watched the stocky youth walk across the crowded tavern floor toward him. He had picked the place for one reason, and it had taken all of ten minutes for him to find what he wanted. His eyes moved over the blonde kid's body, little of which was hidden by the tight T-shirt and form-fitting jeans. He had no idea of what to say, but it turned out that all he had to do was to accept an obvious invitation.
"Look, I've got a bottle up in my room. It's just across the street."
The youth's eyes roved over him slowly; he made no attempt to hide his interest. When Chris stood up, his cock strained at the material of his pants. There were several long, interested looks from the gay clientele as he walked with the blonde kid to the door.
Chris's eyes played over the small, hard mounds of the blonde's buttocks as they shifted under the tight pants, and he picked up his pace. Maybe if he'd been less eager, he would have noticed the big man rise from the table to his left. Maybe he would have caught the slyly flashed smiles at the tables around him.
One of the guys behind the bar turned to the man polishing glasses beside him and shook his head.
"I could see that coming when he hauled out that wallet full of bills. It's a wonder these guys don't wise up."
The other man set the glass down on the bar and shrugged.
"Well, he'll never make that mistake again. Rick's boy friend has a way of impressing things on a man that makes them damn hard to forget."
The dark, musty room was barely big enough to hold the beat-up disheveled bed. Donna stumbled drunkenly across to it and sat down on the edge. She tried to focus her eyes on the shadowy figure that crossed toward her as it was outlined by the neon sign that flashed outside the small, spot-encrusted window.
"Give me a drink please ... I need a drink."
She reached out and wound her fingers around the neck of the bottle of cheap wine, then pulled it toward her and raised it to her lips. She spilled-most of it, the cold liquid running down over her dress and seeping into the ancient mattress; but what she managed to swallow helped. It made the smell easier to take; it made her mind able to cope with what was gnawing at her inside.
The form in front of her dropped to his knees, and pushed her skirt up to her waist. She lifted the bottle again as she felt the rough fingers slipping beneath her panties and stripping them down her legs.
She let herself be pushed back onto the bed, taking the bottle down with her; and then she felt his weight as he climbed up on her and settled between her open legs. His fingers opened the front of her dress and stripped away her bra, revealing the full, firm mounds of her ripe breasts.
She heard him gasp, and then her nostrils filled with the hot, wine-flavored breath as he bent his head and sucked one of her nipples between his lips. She tilted the bottle up again, and the wine dribbled along her cheek and into her hair.
She felt his hot, throbbing cock as it found her and began to push its way into the warmth of her body. Tears began mixing with the wine on the soiled pillow. The heavy breathing above her began to come in short gasps as she felt the hot cock slipping in and out of her. She let the bottle fall to the floor and slipped her arms around the flabby flesh above her. There was a grunt of pleasure as she pulled him down to her.
"Oh baby, I don't know who sent you, but you're a real beauty. I'd given up hoping to get into something as good as you ... you're so stacked, and tight ... my god ... ohh ... ohh ... "
Donna's nails raked along his back as he began to piston the hot, throbbing lance into her. Her frantic cries went unnoticed as the animal above her shot the hot, creamy fluid into her body.
"Why, Chris ... ? Why ... why ... why ... ? "
Ken and Sharon sat quietly, engrossed in their own thoughts. The T-bird flashed through the early evening traffic, and in a few minutes, Ken wheeled it into the driveway that led up to the sprawling ranch style house. Once they were inside, Ken flopped down on the couch.
"Mix us a couple of drinks, will you honey?"
Sharon busied herself at the bar. Her brain worked feverishly, searching for the right approach to explain what she felt to Ken. She knew he had started to think about what had happened to the three couples, but she was sure that he still didn't understand why it had happened. At this point Ken could go either way; it was up to her to make him understand, if she wanted to remain his wife; and that was something she wanted more than anything else in the world.
She carried the drinks over to the couch, and as Ken reached up to take his from her outstretched hand, he looked up at her.
"Somewhere there has to be a reason for all this ... Chris and Donna are finished, and now this thing with Janice and Ray ... "
Sharon wanted to ask what had happened between Chris and Donna, but she knew she had to let Ken talk, now that he'd started. If she was lucky, he might put himself onto the right track. She walked across to one of the chairs that faced the couch and sat down, letting him continue.
"All six of us seemed to be getting along great, and now, in just two weeks, we're all at the point of splitting up. For the life of me, I can't see what caused it all. I can't really draw any conclusion from what happened to the others-maybe they have been heading for this for a long time-but what the hell happened to us? We were going great, moving into our house, after waiting for so long for it. I don't think we were ever any closer than we were the day after we moved in."
He raised his glass to his mouth and took a deep drink of the Scotch. He tried to detach his thoughts from the other couples. In actual fact, he didn't really give a damn if they split up-that was their business-but he did care about himself and Sharon. He could sense that she wanted him to know why she was ready to leave him, but he was hesitant to ask her. It had to be something that involved him and what had happened in the last two weeks. Right at this moment, he wasn't sure what he wanted more, the new thrills that his new-found sexual freedom had granted him, or Sharon. Somehow he just couldn't see himself giving up those thrills-not without a very good reason.
He looked across at her and let his eyes drift slowly over her body. She had come to know his every desire. She knew how to treat him according to his moods, and she recognized them now long before he did. When it came down to sex, Sharon was the best he'd ever had. True, things had run down just prior to their move into the house, but Sharon knew every caress that set him on fire. He was sure it would come down to a choice between having her and having the new-found pleasure, and he was hard pressed to choose between them.
His eyes moved up over her and met hers.
"Okay, honey; let's have it. We've never had a problem we couldn't lick together; maybe we can beat this one too."
Sharon leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes. All she could do was to try and put her thoughts out for him to see. If he was the man she thought he was, he would understand what she was getting at.
"I don't think we're any different than most married couples. We fell into a rut and started taking what we had for granted, including each other. I don't know how you felt that first night when we had the opportunity to change partners with Chris and Donna, but I was ripe for it. I guess I was looking for something new, a little adventure to make me feel like a woman again. Even then I knew deep down that it was wrong, but I was bored with just being the average housewife; I wanted to regain Some of the things I'd been when I was single."
As Ken listened to her, he let his thoughts run back to what had preceded the first session. He had been planning on starting an affair before that, and the incident between Donna and Chris and themselves had been the answer to his problem. He had never even considered that Sharon was more or less at the same point; and yet, now that he thought about it, she had been just as restless as he had. She began to talk again, and he tuned in on her words.
". . .when Donna was over in the afternoons, we talked about it, and I began to understand why I had been ready to try it. She and Chris were the same; they had gone to fantastic lengths to make their sex life more interesting for each other, and the more they did, the more they wanted to have. It got to the point with them that sex was the primary thing in their lives, and it inevitably led to searching for new partners.
"After she'd gone, I used to think about what she'd said; and one day it all fell into place. We get married and settle down with just one person after having a wide scope of friends, and at first it's wonderful. We discover all the small, interesting things about each other, and we learn how to please. Then all of a sudden, we reach the point where we feel we've learned all there is to know, and we start searching for something else. We take what we have for granted, and because we do, we don't put a very high price on it. I never realized how much we'd changed toward each other until you offered me to Chris by the pool."
Ken set his glass down and shook his head.
"I still don't see it. It wasn't as if it was the first time. Chris had been into you before."
Sharon stood up and crossed to the bar. She refilled her glass and turned toward him.
"It wasn't the physical part of it, Ken; it was simply the way it came out. Today you reached the point where you were willing to use me like an appliance. Oh, I'm not saying it was just you; I would have done the same thing. But when you said it, I realized how low we'd fallen."
She paused for a second to let him think about what she'd said, and then she continued.
"Do you remember the first time I let you go all the way with me? We sat around after and talked about it. You said that it was different from all the other sex you'd had. The others had been just sex, and we'd done something else. You had the key to it that night, and until today, I didn't realize just why we couldn't keep up what we were doing and still have each other."
Ken's mind went back to that first night. Even now he could remember how good it had been. They had been so full of love, the world had stopped spinning for them. He tried to remember what he'd said that night, but he couldn't place anything significant. As Sharon watched him from where she was standing, she sensed how hard he was trying to see her point, and she wanted to run to him and f all into the wonderful security of his strong arms, but she knew that the first move would have to be his.
"When you said it that night, it came out so simply that I didn't really give it too much thought. You said we had been making love, not having sex; and you were right. There's a big difference in what we've been doing for the last two weeks and what we had before, Ken. We've been making love for two years, and it's been good, but we didn't realize what we had. It became commonplace, and we didn't value it as highly as we should have. It was so good that I could go for two days after we'd made love and still feel the wonder of it just as strongly as if it were still happening."
Ken let his mind wander over the different sessions with the others during the past two weeks. There was no disputing Sharon's statement; he got nothing more from the contacts than an immediate physical release; there had been no emotional involvement. He knew only too well what Sharon meant when she talked about the afterglow of their lovemaking. It hadn't always been perfect, but lots of times he'd been tingling hours after leaving her arms. He tossed ack the remainder of his Scotch, got up and crossed to the bar.
The urge to hold him grew stronger as he stood beside her pouring the drink, and Sharon moved across to her chair and sat down in order to hold herself in check.
"The thing that makes man different from animals is the emotional involvement he has in everyday life. We've come down to the point where we mate instead of making love. We had something good, Ken; we were in love. Giving my body to you when we wanted sex together was something special; I let myself go completely, but I still made sure that I was giving you all the pleasure I could. It wasn't like what we've been doing, striving to satisfy our own urges simply for a five-minute thrill. We've both had that before we were married, and we wanted something more.
"We found it together; and now, because we didn't appreciate fully what we'd found in each other, we're going to lose it. We can't have both; it just doesn't work that way. Each time I see you with another woman, the magic you have for me gets a little less powerful-and it's only natural that you would feel the same way. There has to be something that we reserve only for each other, and that has to be the strongest emotion a man and woman can have. Without it, we're no better than animals."
The words hit home, and Ken looked up from his drink.
"Is there any magic left, Sharon? Or is it too late?"
"I honestly don't know. We've hit rock bottom; it's a long way back up."
Ken walked across the room and sat down on the floor in front of her. He didn't know how to say what he wanted to express to her. For the first time in his married life, he had been forced to evaluate what he had; and now that he could see it plainly, he knew it was something that few men found. He was not fool enough to make any wild statements. He was fully aware that his urge to wander would probably come to him again, and he would follow it. It wouldn't happen often; and when it did, he would have his fling quickly and come home to his wife. It would have its place, a simple act of animal gratification that tempted from time to time throughout his life span. He wasn't perfect but at least now, he knew what value to place on sex for sex's sake, and he would never again balance it against what Sharon had to offer.
He reached up and took her hands in his. Sharon knew him better than he knew himself in some ways, and there was no need for him to tell her what he was feeling. She sensed his love in a hundred ways, from the gentle but firm way he held her hands in his, the soft warmth in his eyes ... His words taken at face value by anyone else would have been without meaning.
"You cast a strong spell, honey; it's not one I could ever shake."
He picked her up from the chair tenderly and carried her effortlessly down the hall to the bedroom. Neither of them spoke as he stripped her clothing away gently and joined her in the big bed. Slowly he made love to her, and with each warm caress of his hands and lips, she felt herself becoming a woman again. The past two weeks faded from her mind as her desire for him consumed her, and when her hands moved around him to feel the muscular flesh of his back, she let her thighs open for his sensuously stroking fingers. Ken worked her to a pitch she'd never reached before, and then, and only then did he shift his weight above her and settle between the soft, strong thighs.
The touch of their flesh erased the past from their minds, and they lived only for the future as passion's fire encompassed them with a searing flame they had nearly forgotten.
In each other's arms they reached a point of mutual understanding-a united stand where they finally realized that no move could be made by either partner without putting the other in jeopardy. Together they held the threat against their life together to a draw ... To a stale mate.
