"IT IS GENERALLY BELIEVED, THOUGH IT IS A FALSEHOOD, THAT the female is slower to respond, sexually, than is the male," writes Dr. Harvey T. Leathern in his book, Female Erotic Response. "As most sexually knowledgeable men understand, and all women know, the female genital apparatus is more 'touch-oriented' than the male's, and she is less susceptible to psychic stimuli..." Cinderella Mitchell's Prince Charming wasn't a sexually knowledgeable man, and Cindy soon decided that if she wanted to have a ball, she'd have to see about changing partners. There were plenty of other men willing to take a whirl at finding out if the shoe fitted.
I
Blonde Cindy Mitchell lay sprawled in the center of the bed. Her skirt was rumpled around her waist. Her blouse was unbuttoned, and she had one hand inside it, manipulating a pliant breast. The other hand caressed her vulva through her thin, lace-edged pink panties.
Her pretty blue eyes were closed. Her moist lips were sensuously parted.
She was far away, in an erotic dreamland, imagining herself in the embrace of a faceless lover. The lover was caressing her where she was caressing herself, and he was murmuring to her sweetly. She was getting ready to surrender completely to him.
As her fingertips pressed the silken crotch of her panties, molding it to the puffy, soft lips which lay within, moisture seeped through the nylon, dampening her fingers.
The make-believe lover was nude now and leaning over her. She saw his immense, bone-hard penis sticking up from his hairy loins. He had slid the foreskin bank off the head, and the glans was monstrously red and swollen.
Oh, God. she wanted that in her!
She pushed one side of her blouse completely open with the back of her hand, and a luscious creamy breast stood bare, its thick pink nipple jutting high. She caught that nipple between her first and second fingers and squeezed it.
The fingers were her lover's lips. He was sucking the nipple. He was mouthing it until it hurt.
Now her other hand lifted one of the lace-trimmed elastics at the bottom of her pants, and two fingers slid inside. How she thrilled as they ruffled the curly blonde hairs on her vulva! And how wet they became as they toyed with the fleshy split!
The man was fingering her down there. Now he was positioning himself, and he was about to...
Bonnnp, ... bonnng!
Cindy stopped her masturbation and opened her eyes. Those were the door chimes.
Oh, God, she didn't want to answer it! She wanted to fall back into the blissful dream from which she had just been so crudely yanked.
Yet, the caller might be a neighbor who knew she was at home. If she didn't answer, they would think it was funny.
Bonnng ... bonnng!
She would have to go. That was all there was to it.
She straightened her panties and pulled her skirt down. Quickly sitting up, she went to work buttoning her blouse. She jumped off the bed and looked at herself in the dresser mirror, primping and patting at her hair.
She looked all right, she decided-except for a slight flush. But that would go down in a few moments.
She hurried to the front door of the apartment, acutely aware of the moisture which had seeped from her vagina and was now smeared along the inner slopes of her thighs, causing them to stick together as she walked. The crotch of her panties was sopped.
Reaching the door, she hesitated for a final moment, then turned the knob and pulled the door open.
A young man stood there. He couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty, which made him a year or two younger than Cindy. His brown hair was of intermediate length, and he wore round glasses with metallic rims. He was attired in a dark turtleneck shirt and slim jeans. Around his neck were draped a couple of strands of love beads.
"Yes?" Cindy asked hesitantly.
He smiled at her and raised a plastic case he had been holding at his side. He turned it toward her and opened it.
"Good morning, Mrs. Mitchell," he said confidently. "I represent the Acme-Amalgamated Research Foundation. You may not have heard of us, but we specialize in readership surveys for magazine publishers."
Cindy gazed at the copy of a popular magazine which was bound in the plastic case he was holding open.
"What we're interested in mainly," the youth went on, "is the impact of magazine ads on the general public. Now, I wonder if you would tell me, as I turn the pages of this magazine, which of the ads that you see here are the most attractive and why. For instance, is it the colors that appeal to you? Which words in this ad, for example, catch your attention?"
Cindy was flustered. "Well, it's very difficult to tell. I mean..."
He snapped the magazine closed and smiled. "I know. It requires a few moments of study, doesn't it? I wonder ... if you have a little time to spare, could I come in? It won't take long, I assure you, and you will be performing a very valuable service for us. As a matter-of-fact, we have a little premium which we offer to people who answer our survey."
Cindy was gazing at him, hardly hearing the words he uttered. There was something about him which fascinated her. It wasn't that he was terribly attractive, in a physical sense. But he had a smooth confidence which belied his age, which made her feel that he would know just what to do and how, no matter what situation he found himself in.
He caught the peculiar look in her eyes and smiled even more warmly.
"You're afraid to invite me in because you don't know me and you don't even know if what I have told you is the truth," he said. "I understand. Here."
He opened his plastic case to another section and showed her an elaborate identification certificate, headed by the name of the research firm he had mentioned earlier. The certificate gave his name in large letters, just below. It was Raymond Dickinson.
"Call me Ray," he said.
She supposed it was all right, but she really wasn't interested in the least in his survey or whatever it was. His mention of a premium mildly interested her, but she had something else on her mind this morning-the something else which had so completely engaged her attention just a couple of minutes ago in the bedroom. And strangely, that something else impelled her to let this young man into her home.
She opened the door wider and stepped back.
There was something in the way she did it, and in the way she continued to look at him, that gave Ray an idea of what was really in her mind.
He was a knowledgeable lad-a psychology major in college, now on summer vacation and picking up some extra bucks with the magazine sales dodge which masqueraded as a survey. He'd had a good deal of experience with girls and, since he had begun selling magazines, his experience had broadened out to include several married ladies.
He had discovered that the dirty stories about how door-to-door salesmen, meter readers, and the old-time icemen made out with women on their routes were not entirely the fabrications of lewd minds. There was such a thing as the bored and frustrated housewife, and she was susceptible to a smooth confident lad like himself who was mod in style but courteous and clean.
Courtesy was a strange thing, though. Some of these broads only thought they wanted to be treated courteously. He had run into a couple who, surprisingly enough, had wanted to be dragged through the mud. Because he knew something about psychology, he had recognized that illicit urge the moment it had manifested itself, and he had played upon it not only for a juicy magazine order but for an even juicier piece of ass.
Now take this groovy blonde-maybe she was that type. Ray wasn't quite sure yet. But there was something going on in that pretty head of hers which didn't have to do with magazines or housewifely chores.
She would make a fine piece, he believed. He very much wanted to screw her.
"Now..." he said as he sat down opposite her in the living room of the small smart apartment and noted that she kept her bare knees primly together, "if I may have your name and address first. Let's see, this is twenty-three forty-seven Markdale Avenue, isn't it, and yours is apartment four?" "Yes. That's right."
Cindy was gazing at his crotch, where his tight jeans outlined a handsome bulge. She couldn't make out, of course, the exact dimensions of his cock and balls, but it certainly looked as if he was well endowed.
Her husband, Don, had a pretty large penis, she believed, on the basis of sex books she bad read. She really had no way of comparing his penis to anyone else's, however, because she had never seen another one, or felt another one inside her. She had come to Don, seven months ago, a virgin bride.
"And your name is Mitchell," Ray was saying as he scribbled on a form. "Your first name is...? "
"Cinderella," she said.
He looked up and grinned. "No kidding! That's nice. I like that."
"Well, thank you." She smiled rather shyly. "I think it's pretty square myself. Everyone calls me Cindy."
"I think Cinderella has a lot of charm. I dig it." He began to write again. "I'll put down Cindy, though, if that's how you're called. And your husband's name is...? "
"Donald."
"Ah. Very good. Very good."
He flipped his plastic case closed on the magazine-order form and opened it to the popular magazine he had shown her before. He stood up and crossed to the sofa where she was sitting. He sat down beside her.
She immediately felt a strong sexual response. This hit her so suddenly and with such intensity that she became embarrassed.
He noticed the flush which crept into her cheeks and the nervousness betrayed by her loins and hands. She continued to look down as he placed his open case partly on her lap and partly on his.
"Here we are," he said. "Now ... let's glance at a few of these ads together..."
Bother the ads! she thought. What did she care about them?
Ray was thinking much the same thing by this time. But he didn't want to blow his chances-either for an order or for a piece of tail-by moving too precipitously.
He began to discuss the ads with her and, at the same time, point out certain features of the magazine. It was the scheme, of course, to gradually get her interested in the magazine content, then to offer her a discount on a long-term subscription, which was her "premium" for cooperating in the survey. After he had sold her the magazine, he would tell her that the subscription qualified her to receive three additional magazines of her choice at a "ridiculous discount."
But he didn't get that far with the pitch.
He noted her increasing nervousness as they sat close together on the sofa. She kept her eyes trained downward, on his display case, but she didn't say much, answering his questions in as few words as possible. She didn't seem interested, yet she didn't seem to want him to leave.
Of course not, he decided. She wants what I want.
Each time he reached across her lap in order to turn a page, her eyes would follow his hand, and he noted a slight increase of tension. Finally he made his move:
As he reached, he let his hand slide off the edge of the plastic case and onto her thigh, which was covered only by her thin skirt.
She caught her breath and, very significantly, didn't look up at him but gazed at his hand instead.
He took the case away with his other hand and slid the hand which was on her leg underneath the hem of her skirt. He gripped her full, firm thigh.
Now she met his warmly ardent gaze.
He decided to be very bold. In fact, this might be the only way he would get her. If he played around too much, she might lose her nerve.
Right now her blue eyes were hungry. There was fear in them, but the hunger overrode that.
Looking right into those eyes, he asked, "Want it? Nobody will ever know."
She gasped and held her breath.
He slid his hand all the way up underneath her skirt until he was gripping her hip through her clinging, thin panties.
"Oooooh!" she exclaimed. Her eyelids dropped, and her pouty lips parted.
God, she's lush! he thought. And does she want it! Right note I'll bet her pussy is dripping.
He let his case slide to the floor as he turned to her, pressing her against the back of the couch. At the same time, he pulled her skirt lap-high with the hand that had been underneath it and placed his other hand on her nylon-covered belly. She shuddered.
His mouth found hers, opened it. He slid his tongue inside. He dug one arm around her back to hold her close to him, and he slid his other hand down the front of her silken panties into her crotch, forcing her thighs apart.
Was she wet? Jesus! like a river! And hot! Christ, didn't her husband ever screw her at all? He stroked up and down on the crotch of her panties, getting his fingers damp and enjoying the marvelous softness of her pussy lips which burned on the other side of the thin cloth. His tongue stroked and searched the interior of her mouth.
Her tongue stirred a little. Mostly she was frozen with fear in the midst of her very warm arousal. She wanted to be taken more than anything else in the world, and yet she was afraid of it.
She had never been taken by anyone other than Don. He was her husband and she had promised to be faithful to him until death.
But oh, God!
Ray hooked two fingers underneath a leg elastic of her pants. He pulled the elastic forward and to the side, then held it there with his first finger while he placed his middle finger directly on her hairy, hot vulva. He ran it up and down very shallowly in her groove. She was wet all the way. He found her secret slit and ran his finger into it.
She pulled her mouth from his and acted as if she were strangling. "Ooooh ... oooh ... do it! Doooooo it!"
"Do what, baby?" he murmured huskily at her delicate ear while continuing to stroke his finger in and out, in and out of her super-slick vagina.
"Oooh! Love me, love me!" she said.
"You don't mean that. You don't want love. Tell me what you really want." He kept stroking.
"I can't s-say it."
"Yes, you can." He touched and twirled her very stiff little clitoris.
She cried out harshly and bumped her hips.
"Say it!" he commanded because he knew it would help a great deal if she did so.
She wasn't going to. She had never used that word with a man-or with anyone, for that matter. But at just that moment he gripped her throbbing little clitty between his forefinger and thumb and squeezed it.
The sensation which went through her was somehow akin to being split apart by an axe, except that her flesh wasn't rent. But her nerves seemed torn asunder, right up her middle, and she turned to warm mush in her sexual zone.
This destroyed what was left of her inhibitions, and she sobbed, "Screw me! I want you to screw me!"
Cindy shocked herself when she heard the words issue from her lips. Ray wasn't shocked. He was enormously pleased. And to demonstrate how pleased he was, he immediately tipped her onto her back on the couch and gripped the top of her silken pink pants.
He pulled her pants down, baring the exquisite golden garden at her loins. He slid the panties along her bare legs and off, over her feet, knocking off her flat shoes at the same time.
He parted her legs.
Cindy lay there with her eyes closed, her head spinning. She forced herself not to think. She only felt the wonderful excitement of knowing she was with a strange man-a man other than Don-for the first time in her life. She had begged him to screw her, and now she was waiting for him to run that sword of manhood into her pussy and all the way up, to fill her with himself.
Pulsations of hot delight pounded through her. Her vagina was running with love juice, dribbling down her crotch, making her wet all over.
As he pulled off his own clothes, Ray gazed at her gorgeous cunt. There was a copious amount of golden hair around it, fluffy and curling. The outer lips were pulled apart by the open-thigh pose which she held, and her inner membranes were rosy and wet. He could see the thick moisture oozing out and sliding down the rubbery little petals of her pussy-flesh. Her slit was puffed and parted.
Man, he was going to have no trouble sliding his dick into that!
The little hole quivered as he looked at it, its lips trying to flare farther open. Her clitty stuck up and seemed to quiver also, as a result of the immense congestion which filled it.
Ray knocked off his loafers and stripped his slim jeans down. Now he wore only knitted jockey briefs. He stood and stripped them away, letting his circumcised penis spring up. It locked into rigid hardness, its blunt head purplish-red.
He got down onto the sofa between Cindy's knees. He gripped his tool in his hand and, as he dropped fully forward, directed the head of it into the wet, warm channel.
"Oooh!" Cindy cried when she felt it enter her. Ray grunted and jammed it into her the rest of the way, sliding it smoothly to fill her throbbing vagina. "Oh ... oh ... yesss!" Cindy hissed. "Want it hard?" he breathed roughly. "Yesss! Hard! Give it to me!"
He dug his hands underneath her and grasped the smooth, plump cheeks of her bottom, supporting his weight on his knees and elbows.
So far, Cindy hadn't detected much physical difference, if any, between the way this man felt inside her and the way Don felt. But there was a world of difference in the psychological effect. The mere fact that he wasn't Don and that she shouldn't be with him like this fired her to fever pitch.
Now-as he began to stroke his hard rod in and out-he wasn't like Don at all. Don always moved rapidly, not going very deep after the initial thrust until he came, but this young man moved slowly and deliberately-stroke, stroke, stroke-going deep every time. So deliciously deep! And he nearly pulled his shaft out each time he withdrew. Out ... INNNN! Out ... INNNN! She seemed to feel every inch of him intensely, and, as slowly as he was moving, he gave her the impression that he could keep on with it for hours and hours.
Oh, God! Oh, God!
Her hips began to rise and fall, almost of their own accord, as she absorbed thrust after blissful thrust. She moaned and writhed, tossing her blonde hair against the sofa cushion.
He was holding her bottom loosely, now that she had begun to move on her own. He let the live-rubber cheeks jiggle and just nudged them a little, this way and that, to add to the wobble.
His throbbing cock stroked, stroked, stroked in and out of her. He hadn't stuck his prick into a babe that felt so good in a long time. This one could give the grooviest coeds some lessons.
He plunged harder and quickened the pace.
She gasped and cried. She started to emit a string of oh's and ah's.
Suddenly he had to finish. It was too damn good! NOW!
He began to screw her madly-deep, hard and hot-giving her everything he had. She squealed and went wild around him. He let go of her rear and lowered his upper body fully against her. He socked it to her with all the vigor he possessed. Cindy squealed some more.
She was blind. Throbbing. Reeling. Surging. Grasping.
She had it!
Her whole body quaked and rippled with exquisite delight. The muscles in her vagina worked, grabbing at Ray's still-stroking rod.
God, oh, God! It went on and on, getting more intense, until finally there was such a blast of sheer ecstasy that she nearly fainted.
It was at this point that Ray came, seeming to hesitate for a moment, then jerk mightily and drive deeper than ever into her. He jerked again and again. She felt his semen flood into her.
He gave a little laugh as he pulled out of her with a wetly sucking sound and stood up.
She kept her eyes closed and she didn't move, except to slowly close her thighs. Her head was still going around and there was a soft throbbing that continued within her. But she was deeply satisfied-more deeply than Don had ever satisfied her.
Also, however, she began to feel the guilt which was naturally associated with doing something she regarded as wrong. It had been sweet while it happened, and the satisfaction was sweet even now. But it was tinged with shame, and this tinge was becoming stronger.
"Hey, have you got anything to drink in this house?" Ray asked as he stood naked beside the sofa, looking down at her with satisfaction. His wet cock hung thick and long in front of his now-pendulous balls.
Her lips quivered but she didn't say anything.
"Drink-drink," he said with another little laugh. "like whiskey, gin, wine even?"
"In ... in the kitchen."
He started to leave, then stopped and said, "I'll pour you one, too. Huh, love?" "No. No."
He walked back to her, bent and gripped her by the shoulder. He gave it a little shake. "Hey, wake up." She opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was his penis. Oh! She jammed her eyes closed again.
"What ... what's the matter?" he asked. "You're not dressed."
"You don't want me to get dressed yet, do you?"
"Yes!"
He chuckled.
"Why are you laughing?" she asked breathlessly. Her eyes remained closed. "I'm laughing at you, love." "Why?" she breathed intensely.
"You're afraid of your own shadow." He pushed her legs against the back of the sofa and sat on its edge. "Now, why should you be so afraid?"
"Ooooh ... Don't talk ... Just get dressed."
"Why? Are you expecting your husband home?"
"No."
"Then I want to talk. And I want to screw some more, too."
"Ooh, don't talk like that!"
He gripped her by the shoulders and shook them. "Open your eyes," he directed. She opened them.
"You know, those are the prettiest blue eyes I ever saw."
She closed them again and he laughed.
"Here ... let's get your blouse off." He took hold of the top button.
"No!" She clamped her hands over his.
Her eyes slowly opened. There was something like terror in them.
Smiling down at her, he slid his hands warmly over her breasts, which were nude underneath her blouse.
"I didn't think you had a bra on," he said, still grinning. "When I had my chest against you, a little while ago, I thought I could feel your nipples."
"Please."
"What's the matter, love? Are you sorry you did it?" She bit her lip. "Truth," he commanded.
"No. I'm not sorry. But you have to go now. It was wrong."
"The shit it was!"
"Ooh! Please don't use nasty words!"
Smiling down at her, he said, "Shit, screw, ass-hole."
She colored quickly and closed her eyes again.
"You've heard those words, pet," he said, his hands slowly working her titties.
"You've heard all those words and enjoyed them," he went on, "when you didn't have to commit yourself. But for some reason you think it's wrong to let a guy say them to you or for you to say them back to him." He paused, studying her. "You said the worst one to me a little while ago. You said..."
"Please don't remind me," she moaned in a small, tormented voice.
"I want to remind you. I think I ought to remind you. And I think I ought to get you to say that filthy word again." He paused. "Say it, doll."
"Noooh."
"Yes. Say it." He squeezed her tits.
"Ooooh!"
"Say it."
"I won't. I can't."
He took his hands off her breasts and sat up. He looked down at her thoughtfully.
"When your hubby comes home tonight, you're gonna be in misery, aren't you? You're just gonna feel so guilty, you won't be able to look him in the face. Then later, when he takes you to bed and wants to screw you, you're gonna freeze like a popsicle."
"Ooh, don't say that! Don't talk to me. Please go!"
"Yeah, you'll freeze like a popsicle, and you'll spend all day tomorrow thinking about me, hoping that I'll be back."
"No!"
"Yes." He bent and kissed her gently on the lips. Then he murmured, "Open your eyes." She looked at him.
"You're a lovely woman," he said with feeling as he looked at her. "A lovely young woman."
She kept looking at him this time and she didn't say no.
He said, "I want to look at your breasts."
Her hands slid away from him. Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse and opened it.
"Mmmmmmmmm," he said, kissing them with his eyes.
"Are they ... all right?" "They're beautiful!" "Really?" "Beautiful!"
He placed his hands over them, enjoyed their cushy firmness, and he wobbled them gently as he caught her stiffening nipples between his index and second fingers. New throbbing began in her body, centering in her breasts and spreading down.
Quickly he wrapped his fingers around the outer side of one breast, his thumb underneath it. He squeezed, forcing the rigid pink nipple even higher than before, and he dropped his face to it, gathering that delicious tidbit up into his mouth.
The warm honey began to flow through her again, and she moaned pleasurably writhing gently beneath his kiss.
He tongued her nipple carefully, going at it with greater skill and dedication that Don ever did as he groped for her hand, found it, and carried it to his lap.
She recoiled slightly when she first touched his penis, but then she was aware of the fact that she wanted to fondle it, and she took hold.
It was soft but sizable. The head felt funny without any foreskin on it. Don's penis had a foreskin. She knew about circumcision, though, so the condition of Ray's cock was no surprise to her-but, of course, she had never seen or handled a circumcised penis before.
She stroked Ray's tool gently while he sucked and nibbled on the tip of her tit.
Now he went to the other breast and began to tease that one, prodding the nipple with his tongue and running his tongue around the crinkly nipple-base. He pushed the nipple this way and that. He caught it between his lips and squeezed it, stroking his tongue back and forth across its topmost surface.
All the while, his hand squeezed her other titty-contracting and letting go, contracting and letting go.
Her vagina began to throb once more.
Oh, God, did she really want him to put his thing inside her again?
She fondled his penis more actively. Gradually it stiffened.
Ray slid his mouth from her nipple and up to her throat. He moved it to her ear and murmured, "Say 'screw me.'"
"Screw me," she breathed.
He slid on top of her and settled down between her thighs.
His cock found its own way into her split, sinking deep inside her cunt.
"Oh, baby!" he exclaimed. "Darling..." she murmured.
He began to pull and thrust, pull and thrust-slowly, feelingly-sliding his swollen shaft against the very sensitive membranes of her vagina.
Cindy was in never-never land again. That is, she had thought it was never-never land, but now it had become real. She had found it with this boy.
II
The funny thing was, Ray got his magazine order. Then he left, smiling and telling Cindy he would be back.
She went through the rest of the day as if she were in a trance.
She had intended to do some shopping that afternoon, but she didn't leave the apartment. She didn't want to face any strangers.
As Ray had predicted, she didn't want to face Don, either. But she knew she would have to, so she made a great effort to pull herself together just before he was due to arrive from his office.
A warm bath helped.
She tried to force herself to stop thinking of Ray, but she couldn't do so entirely. What had happened to her today had been cataclysmic in its effect. It was impossible for her to belittle the impact it had upon her life.
Don was a junior engineer with a large utility company. He had a good future with the firm, but he wasn't making a very big salary as yet. That was why he and Cindy continued to live in an apartment, rather than to buy a house and begin raising children.
He was tall, moderately good-looking and conservative in most everything he did. Solidity was the main impression he gave out. If a person wanted to be unkind, they could call him a square and hit the mark exactly.
His squareness had appealed to Cindy when they first met, because she was the product of a square home herself and this was the quality she had been taught to look for in a man. But after two hundred plus nights spent in his bed, she had come to realize that she needed something more. Until today she had realized it only subconsciously, and she had sought to satisfy her need in fantasy. But Ray had forced her to admit her need on a conscious level, and it was doubtful whether fantasies would satisfy her any longer.
It wasn't that Don was a worthless lover; he was just too fast and inconsiderate, from her viewpoint. She had longed for him to take more time with her and, when the coitus actually began, to draw out the act more.
Ray did that. Oh, God, Ray was the greatest!
But she couldn't think about him any more. He had said he would be back, but she wouldn't let him into the house if he showed up. She couldn't afford to. She had sinned enough already. It was questionable whether she would ever live down that much sinning, let alone more.
By the time Don got home, Cindy had recovered her composure to a substantial degree. She smiled and kissed him, as usual, and he gave no indication of suspecting that anything was changed.
In fact, he didn't. He was not very sensitive when it came to reading other people.
He and Cindy chatted. They had dinner. They watched television. The time approached for them to go to bed together.
Panic began to close in on her.
Ray was right. She was going to freeze. If Don so much as touched her, she was going to turn into-what had Ray said? A popsickle? Yes. That was what she would be.
The thought then occurred to her that Don might not know the difference.
She studied him covertly as he gazed at the TV screen, lost in the antics of a pair of comedians. Would he know if she was cold inside, if she didn't want him to take her? If she forced herself to move a little and moan and sigh, would he suspect there was anything different about her?
She decided she could probably put the act over.
But she didn't want to have to try if it could be avoided. She would tell him she had a headache, and perhaps he would let the sex go. There had been times when he had.
But on other occasions, he had forced the issue, in spite of the fact that she hadn't felt like it. On those occasions, she had responded once they got started. She always responded honestly when they were in the midst of it, even though she knew he wouldn't drive her to a fully satisfactory climax. She was always aware of a sense of lack at the end.
There had been no sense of lack with Ray. God, no! That had been sirens and bells!
Mustn't think about Ray, she cautioned herself. Never again. Ray was gone. He was out of her life forever. She was married to Don.
That meant she had to try to make him happy.
She bit her lip and decided she wouldn't seek to avoid sex with him tonight if he acted as if he wanted it.
He wanted it, all right.
Don was the kind of man who took sex the way he took his Wheaties and his morning shower. Not daily, but with whatever regularity his body demanded, and without apparently giving it any more thought than that. He seemed to proceed under the assumption that Cindy gave it no more thought or no greater depth of involvement than he did.
She was tense and silent as he rolled toward her in bed and placed his hand on her breast, feeling it through her nightgown. He gave it a little shake, grunted, and began to pull her nightie down.
The word Neanderthal came to her mind. She would have bet that the caveman made love something like that.
Ray hadn't engaged in many preliminaries. As a matter-of-fact, he had been quite abrupt in getting the main action started. But he had seemed to have a little more regard for her than Don had and, once the main action got underway, he had drawn it out and loved her with enough concentrated intensity so that she had really come.
Damn! She mustn't think about Ray any more. She really mustn't!
Don had her nightie pulled down to her waist by now and he was leaning over her breasts, smearing his wet, open mouth across the nipples. He clamped onto one tingling tip and pulled it into his mouth. He sucked hard, hurting her a little.
Ray hadn't sucked like that. Ray had just played with her nipples, and she had enjoyed that more.
God! She couldn't keep thinking about him!
Don was now pulling the lower portion of her nightie up. She wore ruffled pants beneath it. He petted her vulva through the gauze fabric and she opened her legs wide. He got his hand inside the panties and petted her directly.
She responded, but in a rather strange way. She could feel herself opening and beginning to moisten down there, while in her mind she was aware of a resentment.
Don didn't pet her for very long. He gripped her panties now and grunted as he began tugging them down. She lifted her rump to help him.
He tossed the covers away and she lifted her legs to let him pull the panties off. It was dark in their bedrooms. Don always took her in the dark.
No. Correction. When they were first married, occasionally he had been real daring and had gone after her with the lights on. But the last time he had tried that had been several months ago.
They had been married for only seven months and, with many people, that was still part of the honeymoon. But she and Don had settled into an old-married rut already.
Did it have to be like that?
He fumbled with the front of his pajamas to let his cock out, and he rolled atop her.
"Here we go, honey," he said indelicately, and he directed his penis to the slit which nestled in the folds of her vulva.
He was surprised to encounter more resistance than usual. Ordinarily she was very open and moist and he was able to slide right in.
"Hey, what's the matter?" he asked.
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"You're ... kind of closed up."
"Push," she said. "It will be all right."
He pushed and his rod did enter her. But it went only about halfway and stuck.
He grunted, withdrew, and pushed in quickly a second time. He went a little deeper.
He began pistoning, deepening his penetration gradually, but not trying to go very deep at all. Cindy moved with him, feeling little involvement.
She knew she wasn't going to get there tonight. She just knew it.
How would she feel afterward when she didn't make it? she wondered.
He grunted as he screwed her like a rabbit. She began to feel something-but not much, compared to the way she had responded to Ray.
Ray, again. God! Stop it, she ordered her mind.
Don moved faster and faster, then suddenly he was twitching and spurting. She was receiving his warm cream.
Over. It was over.
If she were the sort of girl who thought in dirty words, she would have said Shit! to herself. But as it was, she just sighed and felt very let down.
Don pulled out and rolled onto his back. He didn't say a thing. Evidently he hadn't noticed anything lacking in her response.
The resentment which had risen gradually in her mind as Don made love to her (if that's what it was) now assumed full growth and, if she had been forced to say anything at that point, she probably couldn't have kept her voice steady. But he didn't require her to talk after sex, any more than he felt impelled to talk himself.
She sat up and rummaged to find her baby-doll pants, located them and slid them up her legs. She raised her rump and slid them up around her hips, letting the elastic snap against her belly. Now she drew the top of the nightie up into place.
She drew up the bedclothes to cover both herself and Don. She lay on her back and stared up into the darkness.
Don's even breathing soon told her he had dropped off to sleep. The trouble wasn't that he didn't love her. She knew that. He did love her in his way. But the physical part of love was just an automatic thing with him, its purpose merely to ejaculate. And he assumed she was the same, that when he ejaculated she somehow gained her satisfaction, too.
In spite of her resolutions that she wouldn't think about Ray any more, her thoughts drifted back to him.
Would he really return to see her? she wondered.
If he did, it would be very difficult indeed for her to close the door in his face.
Shame called her a slut. Any woman was a slut who cheated on her husband, regardless of the circumstances.
Now, at least, she felt some sympathy for sluts. She felt some sense of kinship to them. But she didn't feel she was a confirmed slut yet. She had cheated only once. If she could resist the temptation to cheat again, that would amount to absolution, she believed.
She would have to resist Ray if he came back. She would have to do it somehow. And she would have to stop this awful itching need for more than Don seemed able to give her.
Perhaps Don could be educated. Perhaps he would change if she were to talk with him about it.
But how could she do that? She had been brought up to think of sex as something not quite nice under the best of circumstances-meaning marriage. Her mother had told her that a woman was supposed to please her man but should not expect any great physical thrill herself. The belief that women derived such satisfaction was fictitious, her mother had said-the product of the erotic imaginations of male writers. There were women who led their men to believe that they enjoyed sex very much, but that too was a put-on.
Cindy had experienced enough with Don to suspect that this wasn't the case. She had derived limited satisfaction from him and had been very close to a big orgasm several times.
With Ray, the big orgasm had happened. It had happened twice. So there was no telling her that women couldn't get there as enjoyably as any man.
Anyway, she had talked with other girls about it-some who were married and some who weren't. Most of them belied what her mother had said.
So perhaps her mother was wrong about the moral implications of non-marital sex, also.
Those teachings weren't linked to religion in Cindy's mind, because she wasn't religious. Her folks had never trained her along that line. Sex morals were as they were because they were. That was all. Funny she had never questioned this before.
Her nerves had eased by now, and she felt better about everything-even Ray.
She dropped off to sleep thinking about him.
Throughout the next day, she kept wondering whether he would show up. She hadn't fully resolved what she would do if he did.
She really had to do some shopping, but she put it off until mid-afternoon. When Ray hadn't made an appearance by three o'clock, she left the apartment and walked to the bus stop. (The Mitchells didn't feel they could afford a second car as yet. That is, Don didn't. He was very practical about such things.)
She kept wondering, all the time she was away, whether Ray was at that moment ringing her doorbell. If there was no answer, he might assume she was at home and simply didn't want to see him.
Well, she didn't ... did she?
But if he believed that, he might never come back again. This thought gave her a very real pang.
She cut her shopping short and hurried home, even though she knew it was too late for Ray to call on her. She was thinking that perhaps he had been there earier and left a note.
There was no note.
She felt depressed.
That evening she was restless. She wanted sex, but she didn't want to submit to Don.
Don didn't want it, and neither of them made a move toward the other after they went to bed. Cindy lay awake for quite a while before sleep came.
She dreamed she was with an attractive man. Ray, perhaps? She wasn't sure. But she was with the man on a bed, where they rolled and played passionately.
She handled his big, stiff penis.
She saw that penis plainly, its head gorged with excitement. The entire organ quivered with masculine power. Then, suddenly, she wasn't holding the penis any more. The man who owned it was poised above her, and he was sliding the rigid rod into her slick, warm depths.
God, but that felt good!
She rose to his lusty plunges, absorbing thrust after thrust of the sturdy shaft. She cried and gasped in her dream.
"Baby ... baby! What's the matter?"....
Her eyes opened. She was damp with sweat. Her entire body was agitated.
The light was on and Don was leaning over her.
He grinned. "You were having a whale of a dream," he said.
"Ooh ... oh, yes..."
"What was it all about, anyway?"
"Nothing. It didn't amount to anything."
"Well, you were certainly worked up."
She looked at him closely, trying to perceive if she had given some sign that it was a sex dream. But if she had, apparently Don hadn't recognized it.
"You must have some indigestion, hm?" he said.
"Yes. I guess that's what it was. Indigestion."
"Do you want to take something?"
"No, it will be all right. Just turn the light off."
"Okay." He reached and did so, then settled back.
Did she want to take something?
That was the key question, wasn't it? She certainly did want to take sometthing.
Would Ray come tomorrow? she wondered.
III
When the door chimes sounded at one-thirty the following afternoon, Cindy jumped up from the sofa where she had been trying to keep her mind on an article in a woman's magazine.
She rushed to the door and opened it.
Ray stood there, smiling at her, and her heart lurched, then raced happily.
"Hi, love," he said softly. "I promised I'd be back."
Strangely, now that the moment had arrived, there was no conflict in her mind about what she would do. She opened the door immediately and said, "Come in."
He did. As soon as she had closed the door, he grasped her into his arms. She came eagerly, her mouth opening as his lips clamped onto hers. Her tongue surged into her mouth and she moaned happily.
Her vagina began to burn. Her nipples perked up. His hands spread fire up and down her back. Her belly writhed against him. She gloried in the pressure of his penis on her mound.
Across the court of the U-shaped apartment house, a slim, dark-haired woman turned from her living room window and thoughtfully strolled to the kitchen where she poured herself a cup of coffee.
It was that magazine salesman-the impudent fellow she had sent packing the day before yesterday. He had called on Cindy Mitchell shortly after he had left her door. He had been in Cindy's apartment for quite a while and, as he left, he had been smiling. Now he was back there.
He hadn't come to deliver any magazines, that was for sure. And it wasn't-likely he would hit a customer for a new order just two days after he had made the original sale.
So, what was he doing, anyway?
Naughty thoughts played in Tina Carter's mind. She wished she could look into that apartment. Something was going on there which would be entertaining to watch.
She wouldn't have suspected Cindy of playing around with a door-to-door salesman if she hadn't seen the evidence with her own eyes. Cindy had always seemed so sweet and proper. But Tina knew enough about life and people to realize that externals were deceiving.
What would Cindy's big, handsome lug of a husband do if he were to find out what was going on?
Oh, my! That would be a time, wouldn't it?
Tina sat at her table, sipping coffee, and thinking about the situation in the apartment across the court.
In that apartment Cindy was offering no resistance, and the only factor which held Ray up at all was his desire to derive fuller and greater enjoyment of her this time, for this time would be the last. He couldn't afford to take the chance of returning again.
They were in the bedroom, lying on the bed. He had kicked off his shoes, but otherwise they both remained fully dressed. But Cindy's clothes were not exactly fulfilling their functions of cover or concealment, for Ray had pulled her skirt and lacy slip up and was petting her plump buttocks through her panties. At the same time, he had his face inside the top of her dress, which he had opened, and he was circling her thick, high-standing nipple with the point of his tongue. (Again Cindy had worn no bra.)
Thrills hammered through her. Eyes closed, she breathed between parted lips and made excited little sounds every now and again. She didn't want to look. She didn't want to think. She wanted only to feel and know and respond to this wonderful new lover.
Ray's hand stroked her pliant buttocks with the thin nylon briefs stretched across them. He stopped stroking and patted them. The buttocks quivered delightfully against his hand.
This babe had the ass of a teen-ager, he decided. Well, she was perhaps only a couple of years out of her teens.
He was twenty himself, but experience had made him a great deal older. Having had a lot of experience with females was something like having gone through a war. A man was exposed to the nitty-gritty of life in either case.
Ray worked his hand under one of the elastics which slid upward across Cindy's buttocks, and he held her smooth and springy buttock in his hand. He squeezed it a little, letting his fingertips settle into the crack between the twin, rounded loaves of flesh.
She began to pant louder.
He took her nipple between his lips and sucked it very gently, drawing his lips back and letting it go, then capturing it and drawing his lips back again. This time, after he let it go, he nuzzled it with his nose, bending the wet, rubbery stalk this way and that.
"Oooooh, Ray ... ooooooh..."
Her hand, of its own accord, foraged downward to the front of his pants and rubbed the bulge his urgently pressing penis formed. But he was willing to let that cock stay cooped up a little longer. He wanted to make Cindy so hot that she would take it out and, after she took it out, he hoped to get her to put her mouth around it. Of course, she might not do that. Some girls wouldn't, no matter how hot they got. But it always felt so damned good to have his cock sucked by an eager babe that he tried to maneuver them into performing the act, if possible.
Ray didn't care for suck-offs, though. There was only one place for his pecker when the time came to ejaculate and that was in a hot, slippery cunt. He was a square to that extent.
He slid his mouth from the tip of one of Cindy's titties to the other. As he clamped onto that one and began to suck slowly, he allowed his fingers to deepen their penetration of her ass crack. The tip of his middle finger touched her puckery little ass-hole.
Cindy bumped spastically. No man had ever touched her there before. She was amazed and thrilled to discover how erotically sensitive that spot was.
Ray stroked her anus with the tip of his finger-up and down across it, and around and around-while he continued to suck her nipple.
She was flying. Blindly. Deliriously. Her body was totally athrob. Her vagina was so hot and moist, it felt like a steamy swamp. Ray ran his fingertips forward between her legs and tickled the wet, plushy vulva with its blanket of matted hairs.
"Oooh ... uuuuh ... God!" Cindy was gasping. "Undress me!"
"I've got a better idea," Ray murmured as he lifted his mouth from her tit. "Why don't you undress me first?"
She whined, "Ooh, I don't waaant to! I want you to strip me now."
"Very well," he said.
He would take advantage of that operation to make her even hotter than she was. Pretty soon she would want him so strongly, she would do anything he asked. Or almost anything, anyway.
He sat up and brushed the top of her dress wide open so that he could see the beauty of her tits. What lovely tits they were! They puffed out, round and dome-like but lusciously soft. They were creamy-smooth with only the faintest suggestion of veins beneath the surface. Cindy's nipples were very tall after the good tonguing and sucking Ray had given them, and they were rosy-red. One of them still gleamed with the moisture from his mouth. The roughened circles which surrounded them were puffed up slightly and nearly as bright red as the tips.
Ray took hold of those titties and caught the tall nipples between his thumbs and fingers. He rolled the nipples as he shook the full tits back and forth. They wobbled just enough. There was certainly nothing loose about them.
"Uuuuuuh..." she moaned passionately. "Take all my clothes off!"
Her eyes remained closed, her pink lips parted. There was a rosy flush to her cheeks. Her blonde hair spread against the pillowcase as she turned her head from side to side.
Ray quickly bent and opened the remaining two buttons on her dress front, then worked the dress off her shoulders. He gripped it at the sides and pulled it down, out from under her rump, which she raised to help him.
Her half-slip had pulled partway, exposing the top of her matching pink nylon pants. The pants were so sheer, he could see her belly button through them. It was a cute little belly button. He wanted to kiss it.
He pulled her slip down. Cindy parted her thighs as soon as the slip was gone, and Ray noted how wet the crotch of her panties was.
He bent and hooked the panty top away from her belly and began to lick the smooth, soft flesh around her navel.
Cindy whimpered and pushed her belly against his face.
She was on kind of a plateau of excitement right now. Ray's licking of her belly was not quite as stimulating as his tonguing of her nipples or caressing her between the legs, so her progress toward the apex of passion had been stayed for the moment. She was languishing pleasurably but not in the grip of the urgency she had felt before.
Ray had two fingers hooked around the top of her panties, and he kept stretching the elastic, pulling the panties lower and lower as he browsed over her belly to his heart's content.
There had been several occasions, shortly after she was married, when Don had kissed her around the navel-quickly, before he mounted up. He hadn't made a move to go farther, and the possibility that a man would do so was not real to her. She had heard of cunnilingus and fellatio, of course, as she had heard of Esperanto and slave-trading, but they were things that had no reality to her. No one she knew engaged in them, and surely...
Her entire attitude underwent a stunning change as Ray pulled the front of her panties farther down and began to nuzzle into her blonde, curly fluff.
"No! Ooh, noooh!" she cried, and tried to grasp his head to pull him up.
But she couldn't get hold of him, He was sliding farther down as he gripped her panties with both hands and pulled them low on her hips.
He was well into her fluff now, but just at the top of her split. She wasn't wet up there. But she was marvelously fragrant.
Ray enjoyed the scent of fresh, young pussies. Not every guy did-or would let himself do so-but Ray was an independent sort. He liked what he liked and wasn't afraid to admit it.
Cindy panted and whimpered wildly. Her belly tried to bump up and down, but Ray managed to hold it pretty steady. There was one thing he would have to do, however, before he could enjoy her as completely as he wished. That was to remove her rolled-down briefs and get her thighs widely parted. So he raised his head momentarily.
He glanced at Cindy's face and saw that her eyes were open now and she was gazing at him in a way which was almost frantic.
He smiled. "Ever had that before, love?"
"Noooh."
"Want me to do it more?" "No!"
"Liar," he laughed.
"Ooh, Ray, please! Love me!"
"There you go again, speaking in euphemisms."
"Then screw me! Oh, damn it, screw me!"
"That's better," he grinned. "But I'm not going to screw you just yet. There are things besides screwing, you know."
The free use of that forbidden word, back and forth, turned her on tremendously, as did his suggestion about what he was going to do next. But she could hardly believe it. Surely he wouldn't actually place his mouth on her.
No! Oh, she couldn't let him, even if he wanted to.
But this resolution proved as impossible to keep as her earlier one that she wouldn't see Ray any more. As soon as he had her briefs off and her thighs shoved wide apart, he could no more be stopped from bowing his head into the delightful valley between them than the sun could be kept from rising.
The rosy petals of Cindy's cunt were running with love juice. Her little slit was open, flaring for his prick. But it was going to receive his tongue first. Right down into it.
When she felt his head dive between her thighs and, a split second afterward, felt his face mash fully against the wet, throbbing membranes of her vulva, Cindy shrieked and bumped her crotch against him. The mad, blinding thrill kept up as his lips worked in her fragrant pocket, nudging her pussy petals apart, making her hole conveniently available to him. And then he sank his tongue, sliding it in between her labia minora.
"Ooooooooh!" she cried and went into orgasm, bumping and sobbing and shuddering all over.
Ray kept licking and licking, in and out of her sweet, juicy cunt. Cindy's orgasm continued, shaking her sanity to its very foundations. She squealed and cried wildly. He rounded out her luscious come by licking up across her madly tingling clitoris and twirling it.
By the time her spasms eased off, she was blissfully satisfied.
Ray lifted his head and smiled down at her. "Was it good, baby?"
She reached up and grasped him with her arms, pulling his face down to hers. She kissed all over his face and tried to wind her legs around him. But he was still fully clothed, and he didn't want her pussy juice smeared on his pants' front, so he held her away gently.
"Undress me now," he breathed at her ear. "Take all my clothes off."
"Yes ... oh, yes, angel!"
From the way she sounded she was going to he his slave for life. That was what good cunnilingus could accomplish, Ray had discovered quite some time ago. In Cindy's case, he hadn't been able to give her a really good and complete treatment. She had come too soon. But she was very satisfied, and that was what counted.
He was happy, also, to have eaten at least a short meal at her Y.
She did undress him. Eagerly.
She drew his sweater-like shirt off, unbuttoned the top of his pants, lowered the zipper on his fly f rubbing the swelling of his cock with the back of her hand as she did so), and pulled his slim trousers away.
She gazed down at the hump in the front of his jockey briefs. The white knit fabric was wet where the tip of his peter pressed.
Cindy was in a peculiar state right now. She had been satisfied in a grand way, and yet she hadn't lost her interest in more sex. The satisfaction she had derived was of a strange new kind. It had been intensely good, at the moment, but it hadn't involved the forceful filling of her body with a man, and that particular exercise was essential.
She looked down now in fascination at the evidence of Ray's arousal, and she was stimulated by the thought that in just a moment she would pull his briefs down and bare the sword of his manhood-the filling instrument which was meant to drive within the body of a woman, her body, to give her the deepest and most lasting satisfaction.
First, she pressed her palm against the swelling in his briefs. As she felt him throb and her palm became wet, she jerked her hand away.
"What's the matter?" he asked, smiling up at her.
"You. Your ... your thing. How alive and wild it is!"
"It's a cock. Say that."
"Cock." She blushed.
"Take a look at it."
Tentatively, almost fearfully, she gripped the top of his jockey briefs and drew them down, lifting the elastic so that it would clear his risen tool. As soon as she had bared the penis, she sucked in her breath.
"Keep going," he said. "Pull my shorts all the way off."
She pulled them along his thighs and lower legs, continuing to gaze at his penis all the while. It had stiffened and was leaning a little to the side, something like the Tower of Pisa, she thought.
He lifted each leg to help her remove the briefs from his feet. Then he opened his thighs so that she could get a good view of his balls.
Still blushing and feeling a rising tide of excitement, Cindy did gaze at his balls and almost fearsome cock.
"Play with me," he directed softly.
"Ooh, nooooh..." She kept gazing. "Play with me,' he said again, with stronger emphasis this time.
She started to reach out, then stayed her hand. "Wh-what do you want me to do?"
"Just play, Stroke. Fondle. Kiss ... if you like."
His last words were like a stiletto in her brain. Kiss! Oh, God! She couldn't kiss it. She couldn't! That was nasty and perverted and...
But he had kissed her down there. He had licked in and out of her organ.
She put out her hand and watched as her slim, white fingers curled around his standing penis. She squeezed and felt the big, thick organ throb.
"Ooh, Ray...!"
"like it?"
"Yesss!"
"Then kiss it."
"Noooh."
"Why not?"
"I couldn't."
"Try."
Face to face with the challenge of fellatio, like this, a girl had to think in a way she had never thought before.
Cindy's vagina was growing moister. A tingle played through her body, along the network of her nerves.
She wondered what it would be like to put her mouth around that plum-like knob at the top of his ... cock. (She would think cock. Why not? Cock!)
"Go ahead," Ray urged softly. Amusement mingled with his excitement as he watched her in the throes of this great decision.
He knew that once she had sucked cock, she would do it again. And she would suck cock today. Give her just a few more moments. She wanted to. All that was necessary was for her to overcome what remained of her shattered inhibitions.
Just think, he thought. A dozen or more men, who might have their.cocks sucked by her before she was through, would owe him a debt of gratitude for breaking her into the practice.
"Get with it, baby," he said with gentleness in his tone, and a slight trace of merriment, too.
She leaned closer.
Her heart thudded. The scent of him drifted up to her. Oh, that was wild! Could she take it? Was she ready?
Ray could have gripped her head and thrust her down to him, but that might have boomeranged. It was better to let her take her time. She was getting around to it.
Patience, man.
She leaned closer, holding his prick straight up with her forefinger and thumb around its base.
"Just rub it against your lips," he purred, as if from far away. His voice had to filter through the buzzing in her ears. "You don't have to take it in your mouth. Just rub it against your lips and lick it a little."
Ray knew that the chick who licked cock would suck cock. Try to keep her from it!
"It's so ... it's so fierce-looking!" she breathed.
"Nonsense. It can't hurt you. It's for love."
"It's ... twitching."
"It wants your lips and tongue."
"Oooh, Ray!"
"Do it, love. Lick it. I want you to lick it. Please me.
"Ray..." she breathed heatedly, and then her face was against it. She moaned hungrily as she swabbed it back and forth against her lips.
Take it, sweet bitch! Ray thought. Take it in your MOUTH!
He had a great urge to jam the prick upward and sink it between her lips, but he was afraid that would scare her. Anyway, she was coming around. He only had to be patient for a few more moments.
"Mmmmmm ... mmmm mmmm ... uuuuuuuuh..." she said as she rubbed the tip of his pecker back and forth in the soft groove of her closed mouth.
There wasn't much taste. Nothing too strong. It was a subtle, slightly sharp quality, coupled with a wild aroma.
Her blood throbbed harder. Her nerves tingled. Her vagina burned.
She let out her tongue and experimentally swabbed it over the head.
Ray's eyelids fluttered and he tensed up.
She LIKED the taste of it! She wanted more. She wanted it all!
With a growl in her throat, Cindy opened her mouth wide and slid it down completely over the fist-like knob of flesh. It bumped her palate and filled her mouth completely. Jesus! Oh, God! Lord in heaven!
"Suck, baby, suck!" she heard Ray tell her from far away.
She sucked. She moaned. She ran her tongue around on the cock.
"Bob your head, slow and easy," she heard and she obeyed.
She bobbed her head as she sucked. She flickered her tongue against the tip of the wonderful cock.
Now the taste and smell of it filled her and made her wild with passion.
She had thought of top-riding Don, but she never had. She would top-ride Ray. She couldn't spend another moment sucking his cock, because she had to feel that big, beautiful throbbing thing inside her!
She raised her head. Her face was rosy and passionately fierce as she charged forward atop the man. He laughed joyously and grasped her, steadying her as she let herself down on his staff.
The head she had been sucking broke through the velvety, moist orifice of her vagina and slid way up into her to throb happily in her belly.
"Ray! Oh ... Ray ... oh ... God!"
She went wild atop him, wilder than she had ever been in her life. She seemed to move in all directions at once, sitting up, her thighs sprawled wide, her hips grinding and posting, her tits swinging and bouncing, her hair whipping about her head.
Ray grasped her tits and played with them roughly as she screwed. The rougher he got with them, the better she seemed to like it. He bounced them, slapped them, pulled them and rolled them. He gripped the nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and used those little rosy handles to swing the taut, full boobs.
Finally she fell forward against him and panted and cried as she bounced and ground her hot cunt around his pulsating pecker. He began to rock up and down, bunting the bottom of her well with his cock head.
This was it!
This was swinging, grooving, making it big!
He had blown his chance to sell some magazines this afternoon, but he had gained something greater than gold. It took a young man of Ray Dickenson's perception and sensitivity to appreciate the true value of things.
When the explosion came, it struck both of them at the same time. Ray felt like a blooming geyser as his hot cream spurted up inside her. She cried and sobbed and shook, exulting in those hot spurts. Her own thick, slippery come gushed down around the trunk of his twitching prick and flowed like lava through his curling hairs and over his balls.
Male and female achieved utter peace.
It was nirvana.
IV
That night, Cindy didn't suffer from guilt.
She knew that her mother was wrong when she'd tried to sell her on the idea that sex wasn't just as much fun for the female as for the male. So, why couldn't her mother be wrong about the rest of it? She was!
Also, Cindy couldn't help but blame Don for not having awakened her to the full excitement of sex long ago. They had been sleeping together for seven months and never, in all that time, had he made her feel anything to compare with what Ray had made her feel today.
If Don had truly satisfied her, she would never have given in to another man. She would have had no reason to do so. Therefore, it followed that she needn't feel guilty as far as he was concerned.
It was a neat rationalization all the way around.
Cindy didn't resent Don tonight, because she had been so well pleased today that she couldn't be angry with anyone.
Don indicated that he wanted sex as they were getting ready for bed.
She said, "Oh, I don't feel like it tonight, honey. You don't mind, do you?"
"Well ... I suppose not."
"That's a sweet husband." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
He looked after her as she headed into the bathroom to undress. She was aware of his gaze. Had he become suspicious?
Actually, he had no thought in the world that, she had been playing around with another man. But he detected something peculiar about her manner. It was too casual and blas'. She usually wasn't like that where sex was concerned. In fact, she took sex more seriously than he did. That was the way with most women, he supposed.
He didn't let the matter bother him.
Tomorrow he would get his nookey.
When Ray had departed the second time, he hadn't volunteered the statement that he would be back. When Cindy had pressed him, he had said with a warm little smile that he would see her.
She had assumed at the time that he had meant the words literally. After all, they loved each other, in a manner of speaking. Didn't they?
Now, with Don gone to his office and with time on her hands at home, Cindy began to wonder if he had meant the "I'll see you" like lots of people say it every day: So long!
She could hardly believe that. But she began to worry about it. After a good night's rest, her body was beginning to ask for sex again.
Goodness. She was turning into a wanton!
This thought rather pleased her. In fact, everything pleased her except the dull fear that perhaps Ray wouldn't be back.
The way she felt about him wasn't love in the way she had been taught to think of love. It wasn't love in the sense that she loved Don. She wasn't certain it was love, at all. She didn't want to think of her involvement with Ray as a romantic one. Cindy was quite a practical girl. She didn't see a lasting future for them. She certainly didn't want to leave Don. She and Ray would drift apart in time and, until then, it would be a casual affair.
She had thought about what her neighbors might think if they saw him coming to visit her regularly. But none of the neighbors were on friendly terms with Don, since he wasn't around there during the day as she was, and on weekends the Mitchells went out a lot.
She would make it a point to steer clear of the neighbor ladies from now on. As long as she did that, what did she care what they thought? They didn't mean anything to her. It wouldn't be long, in fact, before she and Don would be moving out of the apartment and into a house of their own-she hoped.
If there were inconsistencies in her attitude, they weren't apparent to Cindy. The truth was, she hadn't thought things through. She didn't want to think things through, because that was apt to bring her face to face with conclusions she would prefer to avoid.
She remained at home throughout the day, but Ray didn't show. That evening, she had to face up to the prospect of having sex with her husband. She couldn't put him off for another night.
She felt almost imposed upon. But that was ridiculous. She was married to Don.
If only he could be more like Ray!
Perhaps she could make him more like Ray.
This was the thought which she took to bed with her, and the challenge which it contained had a salutary effect upon her attitude. If she proved successful, she would have the long-range solution to her problem, and she wouldn't need Ray any more.
In bed, Don rolled toward her and placed his hand on her breast. Immediately she placed her hand over his, to hold it where it was instead of allowing him to paw her, as he usually did, and take his hand away.
"Mmmmm, that feels good," she said.
"Damned right." He chuckled and kissed her.
She protruded her tongue, sliding it into his mouth.
He took his mouth away. "Hey, what's all this?"
"All what?"
"The French kissing."
"Oh, I just felt like it. Come on, darling ... let's do it some more."
Don thought, she's in a peculiar mood tonight. But if she wanted to he kissed a little, there was no reason why he shouldn't comply.
He pressed his lips to hers, and once more her tongue rose into his mouth. His own tongue fenced with it. His hand stirred against her breast, contracting and kneading the firm, springy globe. He became aroused.
He slid his mouth from hers, and they both breathed hard as he kissed along her cheek, to her ear. He began to work her nightie top down, at the same time.
Cindy's hand moved to the front of his pajamas, reached inside, and grasped his stiff cock.
"Mmmmmm, baby, you really want it tonight, don't you?" he growled.
"I always want it," she said.
"Last night you didn't," he reminded her as she stripped back the foreskin from his pecker head.
"Forget last night. Tonight I want to be loved hard and long."
"Well, as you can see, I'm hard enough," he said huskily and chuckled. He pulled at her ear lobe.
"But I want you to make it last, too."
"I can't guarantee that," he said and leaned up to complete the baring of her breasts. "Once we get started, it's in nature's hands."
"Then let's not get started so quickly. Kiss and pet me for a while first."
He tried to look at her in the darkness, but that was impossible. He wondered what in the world had gotten into her. She had been reading something, most-likely some silly article in a woman's magazine about how people should make love. What the hell did those writers know about it? Nature told a man what to do when he was with a woman. And women were supposed to like it. Cindy always enjoyed herself, he believed. So, why should he do things any differently than he had?
He pulled her nightie the rest of the way down and off. She wore no panties under it tonight.
His hand touched her on the belly and slid down through her girl-fur into the soft, warm valley between her thighs.
"Ooooh," she breathed heatedly, "touch me a lot down there."
"What have you been up to, anyway?" he asked as his fingers idly caressed the large lips of her vulva. "What?" His question had startled her.
"You've been reading something, haven't you? Some kind of sex article?"
"No. What made you think that?"
He stopped caressing her cunt. "You seem to have some funny ideas tonight."
"Just because I want to be petted?"
"Baby," he said in a superior tone, "petting is for high school kids. We're married. We don't have to fool around with that stuff."
He dropped his head and took a quick, hard suck at one of her stiffened nipples.
"Fooling around is fun ... don't you think?" she said a little huskily as she petted the short hairs at the back of his neck.
"That's enough talk," he growled and sought to part her legs.
She held them stiff. "No. Not yet. Play with me some more." "Cindy...? " "What's the matter?"
He reached and snapped on the bedside lamp. The sudden light shocked her, and she jammed her eyes closed.
He hardly looked at her luscious nudity. His gaze concentrated on her face.
"Are you trying to tell me you don't feel like regular sex?" he asked.
"Don't be silly. I want it." She opened her blue eyes and smiled up at him.
"Then open your legs. I can't take you like this."
"There's more to sex than just ... taking."
He pushed up onto his knees. "I want to see what you've been reading."
"I haven't been reading anything," she maintained, a bit angrily now.
"Then who have you been talking to?" "No one! Good God, Don, I just asked you to pet me a little."
"If you'll recall, we didn't pet very much even when we were dating. We both agreed it was dangerous. Petting is childish."
"Oh, it is? Well, I happen to like it!" Anger flashed openly in her eyes.
He looked down at her in perplexity. Finally he let his gaze slide along her body, taking in her firm, stiff-nippled breasts, her sweet belly, the golden fluff just above the junction of her thighs.
"Baby ... let's not fight," he said.
"I don't want to fight."
"Okay, then." He reached to turn the lamp off.
She touched his arm. "Let's ... leave the light on tonight. Can we?"
"I suppose so. If you want to." He continued to look at her strangely.
Cindy remained tense and her resentment had not entirely subsided, but she forced herself to smile. "Don't you think I'm pretty?" she asked.
"Of course, I think you're pretty. What a silly thing to ask. I married you, didn't I?"
"Why don't you admire me more?" she asked. Her own daring made her tingle.
He sat up on his knees again. "What the devil is this!"
"Darling ... look at me." She slowly parted her flexed legs.
He looked at her exposed cunt. As he did so, her hand closed around his penis, which had softened slightly during the argument.
He seemed uncertain now-a little flustered--and he smiled at her. He looked down at the way she was gripping his cock.
"Something's sure come over you," he mumbled. "I don't know what it is."
"Don't you like it?"
"Mmmmmm ... maybe," he admitted.
"Then ... swing with it." She laughed a bit nervously.
My God! Well, he had been told that marriage would have its surprises. So far, his and Cindy's relationship had been pretty placid. Perhaps it was too placid to suit her, he thought.
All right. He would fool around with her for a little while, if that was what she wanted. He didn't see much sense to it, himself, but he couldn't expect to have things his own way all the time.
He placed his hand on her shaggy mount of Venus and ruffled the golden hairs.
"Mmmmm ... that's nice," she purred and opened her thighs wider.
He let his middle finger slide down her soft groove-not attempting to enter her; just caressing shallowly between her large lips.
"Ooooooooh," she sighed.
Her hand stroked his cock gently.
Mutual masturbation, he thought. What a hell of a thing for a married couple too do!
"Honey, this is crazy!" he exploded.
Her hand froze on him, and she looked up with hurt in her eyes.
"Now will you let me get on top of you?"
"All right!" Her eyes flashed and her voice was harsh. "Get on top. Go ahead. Finish it."
He hesitated for only a moment, trying once more in vain to fathom the strange turn in her attitude tonight.
Then he scrambled between her splayed thighs and let his prick sink smoothly into her lathered quim.
She was not as wet as she had been with Ray-far from it-but she was greased enough to permit smooth stroking. And that was what Don proceeded to do immediately.
He gave her three strokes which were moderately slow and steady, then went into brisk stroking which neither reached deeply enough nor rubbed her clitoris as firmly as it should have.
Cindy closed her eyes and didn't try to help herself achieve a climax. She knew she wouldn't make it.
Damn him, she thought. Oh, damn him! Why did he have to be this way?
V
Several days passed and Ray didn't come. Cindy was fit to climb the walls.
Another abortive sex session with Don didn't help in the least. She seemed totally incapable of achieving orgasm with him now-even the soft, fleeting orgasms which she used to know. She had given up any thought of trying to get him to change his ways. She didn't know what she was going to do.
As for Ray, she could have called the company he worked for. Its address and phone number appeared on the receipt he had given her when he took her order for the magazines. But it was clear enough to her now that he wished to drop her, and her pride wouldn't permit her to run after a reluctant man.
Anyway, she didn't want Ray as a person. She wasn't in love with him.
But, God, she needed a change in her life! Either Don would have to become the kind of man she needed, or she would have to look for someone else. When she found the right "someone else," she probably wouldn't be able to continue her farce of a marriage. She wouldn't want to.
Don was aware that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out. He had an inflexible and unimaginative idea of sex, and this concept had to suit Cindy, also.
She would settle down after a while, he thought. She just had to get over whatever it was that had upset her. Women were strange. What man could hope to understand them?
On Saturday, it happened that Don was at home alone. Cindy had driven to a nearby shopping center.
Tina Carter, the tenant who lived across the court and had observed Ray's second, lengthy visit to the Mitchells' apartment, also happened to be at home alone that day. Her husband was on the golf course with a business friend.
She was a little irked with him for leaving her alone. When she noted Don prowling around in front of his apartment in shorts and polo shirt, tending to the special flower boxes which Cindy had placed out there, Tina got a naughty idea:
Why not go out and sling some sex at him? Maybe he would go for it.
Better yet-why not invite him into her apartment, as Cindy had invited in the magazine salesman?
Tina figured that her husband, Lee, deserved to get two-timed, considering the way he had neglected her lately for his stupid golf.
She and Lee had a different kind of relationship than the Mitchells had. They were a different kind of people, in fact. They were several years older and they had both played around widely before they were marriedand since their marriage. Lee had caught Tina at it the last time, and she had been surprised at the sense of satisfaction this had given her. Of course, he had raved and carried on, threatening to walk out and all. But he hadn't walked. In fact, their marriage had taken a sudden turn for the better right after that: he had started screwing her every blessed night, and, when she had told him how much better he was at screwing than her boy friend had been, he seemed actually pleased!
Lately their marriage had begun once more to wane a little. Perhaps another adulterous interlude was just what they needed. In the back of her mind, she was assuming-and hoping-that Lee would catch her at it, as he had before, but this she didn't consciously admit to herself.
Tina was a good-looking young woman-tall, lithe and black-haired, with dark eyes to match. Her figure wasn't as rounded as Cindy's, whom Tina regarded as on the plump side.
Today Tina wore slim, checkered pants, which looked marvelous on her, and a rather bulky green top. Under the top, her tits were unbrassiered. Tina frequently went without a bra, because her breasts were tight and small.
She strolled out to where Don was watering the flower boxes and purred, "Hi, neighbor."
He turned and looked at her, then grinned in a handsome, boyish way. "How are you, Mrs. Carter?"
"Oh, please ... drop the Mrs. Carter bit. I'm Tina. You're Don. Right?"
"Yeah." He grinned harder.
"Look ... you wouldn't happen to be a little thirsty, standing out here in the sun, would you?"
Hey, what WAS this? he thought. But whatever it was, he liked it.
He said, "I am, a little. Maybe I'm just envying the flowers. They're getting theirs."
"But that's only water. How would a beer go?"
"Sounds great." A little excitement was rising inside him.
"Come on in then, as soon as you're through. I've got so much beer in the refrigerator, it's getting in my way. Maybe together we can dispose of a few bottles."
He wanted to ask her about her husband. But, of course, he didn't. He knew Lee Carter wasn't at home. He had seen him leave with his golf clubs about an hour ago.
Tina gave him a friendly wink and turned to walk back into her apartment. He watched the tight twisting of her buttocks.
Goddamn! This was an unexpected turn of events!
Don was human enough to appreciate a strange woman's interest in him. Merely because he was married and took a rather strict view of sex didn't make him oblivious to the charms of other women.
Furthermore, since his whole concept of sex was one of service to the male rather than a mutuality of rights and pleasures, he wasn't averse to the idea of extramarital prowling by husbands. He hadn't yet considered doing it himself, principally because an inviting set of circumstances hadn't arisen.
But now...
When he entered the Carters' apartment, it was not with the conscious intention of screwing Tina before he left. However, his nature and the circumstances conspired, with Tina's help.
The beer was good, and it relaxed him. Tina was very friendly. They got acquainted quickly. Two beers became three, and relaxation turned into a mild state of alcoholic abandon.
Suddenly Tina dropped onto his lap, laughing.
It was natural as rain that he should kiss her, and it seemed almost innocent. But when she quickly gripped him around the neck and began to flutter her slippery little tongue tip in and out of his mouth, innocence gave way to urgency.
Don's cock hardened against Tina's bottom.
There was no way to keep things from running their full course after that, with Tina helping them along.
A swipe of Don's hand across the front of her bulky blouse found her taut titties free underneath it. "Baby...! " he growled and ran his hand under her blouse at her waist, sliding it up her bare front to cup one hard-nippled breast, then the other.
It was stimulating to touch and toy with a pair of small, tight boobs after seven months of playing with Cindy's fuller, softer ones.
"Take my blouse off," Tina suggested throatily.
A note of caution entered Don's mind at that moment. "Your husband isn't apt to be back soon, is he?"
"Don't worry about him," Tina said. "He'll be on the golf course for the rest of the afternoon."
Don gave a thought to Cindy. But she was apt to be away for quite a while, also, since she had the car for her own use only on Saturdays.
The conclusion was that he had time to take Tina, if that was what she wanted. That he certainly wanted it was proved by his risen dick.
Her blouse came up and off, over her head. She shook her long, black hair back into place, and her cute little breasts vibrated. Their dark nipples stuck out and upward pertly. Don caught them between his thumbs and fingers and squeezed.
"Oh, that hurts good!" Tina said and took a nip at his mouth to spur him on to greater sadomasochistic play."
But Don didn't pick up the cue. His very narrow attitude toward sex asserted itself, as usual.
He swept Tina up in his arms, finding her lighter than Cindy, in suite of her height, and he carried her to the couch. She laughed as he put her down on it, and she kicked her sleeky-panted legs at him.
"You sweet devil," he said and grasped her pants at the top.
He pulled them all the way down, in a single clean sweep, and gazed with approval at the green bikini briefs which swathed her loins.
She laughed some more and kicked at him more aggressively. He fended off her feet at first, but his staring at her crotch, where her snug panties pulled taut in the creases of her flesh, allowed her to land a rather hard blow to his middle.
"Hey, take it easy!" he said, the smile leaving his face.
"What's the matter?" she chided. "Can't big mans take it?"
She's drunk, he thought. She probably was drinking before I came in here.
What she needs is a stiff prick up her hole. And I've got just the prick to do the job.
He quickly grasped her slim, tanned legs and held them together while he groped for a double handhold on her panties. She kept struggling playfully, but he overcame that with ease, grasping her briefs and pulling them down.
Tina's vulva was adorned with a beautiful coat of black hair. She watched his eyes as he looked at it, and she lifted her legs again, opening them. Her labia ma-jora were quite full and didn't part even when her thighs were widely parted.
Don stood looking at the pussy display as he opened the top of his shorts and stripped the shorts down. His briefs quickly followed.
Tina was pleased with the size of his prick and the way it snapped to rigid extension as soon as it was in the open. The pink tip of the glans was trying to break through the circling lip of foreskin.
Don immediately got onto his knees on the sofa, between her thighs.
"Hey, what's the hurry?" she chirped.
But he paid no attention, merely grasping his rod and pointing it into her cunt. He pushed, sinking it about halfway.
"Mmmmm!" Tina said.
The thrust had hurt, considering her relatively dry state, but hurts like that pleased Tina when she was in a raunchy mood, so she didn't protest.
Don pulled and thrust again, going a little deeper and hurting her a little more.
"Lover!" she exclaimed and grasped him at the back, digging in with her claws.
"Ouch!" he said as he pumped up and down in her quim, more shallowly now.
"Do it, bastard!" she exhorted and clawed him some more.
He did it, hard and briskly. Tina's discomfort eased as she became more wet and open. His vigorous attack was quite stimulating to her. She hooked her limber legs around the backs of his hairy thighs and pulled, trying to bring him into firmer contact with her clit.
However, that didn't work. He didn't move up. He just kept pistoning short and hard.
"Oooh, Don! Damn it! Screw me, you animal!"
Her use of the dirty word stimulated him and he moved faster and faster.
He came.
"Noooooodh!" she shrieked.
But he was twitching and spurting in her warm cove. It was over.
Tina had screwed around enough with men of all types so that she wasn't surprised by what had happened. And her failure to achieve an orgasm the first time didn't anger her. She quickly adjusted to it.
"Mmmmmm, eager boy!" she exclaimed as he lay against her and she held him around the back.
"You ... didn't make it?" he breathed hoarsely at her ear.
"I will, don't worry. Stay where you are. I'll see if I can stiffen you up."
She began to rock her pelvis gently, which imparted to his softened organ a stimulating massage.
He wasn't interested in screwing her again, however. There was a chance that Cindy might get home earlier than usual and, if she were to catch him coming out of Tina's apartment with a guilty look on his face, he would be had.
"That feels pretty good, honey," he said to Tina, "but we'll have to take a rain check. My wife might get home at any time, and so might your husband."
"Nonsense," she breathed. "Come on. Get hard. Mama needs a real good screwing."
Again her use of the dirty word got to him but not sufficiently to stiffen his dick.
He started to pull away, but she held him for dear life, with arms and legs.
"Hey, mister! Stay with me, hmmm?" "Honey, I wish I could." "You had damned well better!"
He lifted his head and looked her in the face. She meant it. There was no mistaking the glint in her dark eyes or the firm set of her lips.
"Look ... I'm sorry you didn't get there."
"Then do something about it, will you? Move a little. Try to stiffen up. Just don't let your dickie slip out or we'll never get it back in, the way it is now."
Don decided he had better humor her. But, goddamn, would his ass be in a sling if Cindy were to come home and catch him in there!
He started moving a little in her quim as she circled and bumped.
"Do dirty words help you?" she asked. "They do Lee."
"Well..." The idea appealed to him, but he hesitated to admit he had such a childish fixation.
"Let's try, hm?" she murmured, moving smoothly around his not-yet-workman-like penis.
She said in a soft, sultry voice, "Screw me, baby. Make your prick get hard. I want your prick to be big and stiff. Make your prick stiff for mama."
It throbbed a little and Don felt a definite surge of pleasure.
"Maybe it would help if you said the words to me," she suggested.
He wasn't in the habit of talking that way to a woman, even during sex. He and Cindy never used such words. But now he said hesitantly:
"You've got a nice warm little cunt."
"Ooh, my cunt-likes you! It-likes your cock."
He twitched and stiffened a little. "Damn! My cock-likes you, too."
"Do you have any more cream in your balls, baby?" she asked.
"I hope so!" He bumped and his rod stiffened more.
She kept grinding her organ around him. "Get stiff, cock!" she ordered. "Get stiff and screw mama!"
"Damn, I want to screw you!" he growled. He stiffened further.
He was almost stiff enough now.
"Screw, screw, screw!" Tina exclaimed.
"Yeah, baby!" he panted, going at her a little stronger.
"Shit!" she said.
He pumped in and out of her.
She clamped on tighter to the backs of his thighs and rode with him. She kept breathing harshly in his ear, "Screw ... screw ... screw..."
"Yeah ... screw!" he exclaimed and went at her furiously.
Tina hadn't expected him to start moving so fast so quickly again, and she whined in alarm. She moved rapidly, also, desperately seeking to tie him at the finish line.
He pumped in and out of her. She was very wet now, and his prick made a sucking, splashing sound in her cunt. He was bouncing up and down above her, and her hips bounced like rubber balls beneath him. The couch creaked and groaned in rapid tempo.
Tina's eyes were tightly closed and her face was screwed up. She hung onto him fiercely with her arms and legs as she slung her hot pussy up to sheath his rhythmic lunges. If only he were hitting her clit better! But she didn't dare interrupt the stroking to try and get herself into a better position now.
She moved rapidly, hoping and hoping.
She felt him tighten, growl and let go. She wailed, bouncing her cunt fiercely.
She caught a climax by her fingernails, and she shook as his twitches slackened off within her.
She sighed.
Nothing was said between them about how speedy he was both times, and he concluded that he had performed well. He felt pleased with himself.
Tina was satisfied. It hadn't been the greatest, but the fact that it had been a forbidden romp pleased her. She might have been even more pleased if her husband had walked in during the midst of it, but that hadn't happened.
She went to the bathroom to clean herself up and, while she was gone, Don dressed hurriedly.
She returned in the nude and gathered up her clothes. He watched her lean, lithe body move. She had a wicked thrust to her hips, he recalled pleasurably.
"Well, I've gotta get out of here," he said. "It isn't safe for me to hang around."
"What are you afraid of? Can't you handle that little wife of yours?" Tina asked.
"Sure. But I'd rather not have her find out about this."
"Okay. Bye-bye." Tina moved up and kissed him quickly on the lips.
"Can we do this again some time?" he asked. "Sure. Why not?"
After he had left, she got to thinking about Cindy. It was clear enough now why she had entertained that magazine salesman. The poor girl. If Lee couldn't make love any better than Don, Tina wouldn't have put up with him at all.
VI
Cindy was fit to be tied by the time another few days had passed.
Don's lovemaking, which had been at least tolerable before she had succumbed to Ray, was now miserably inadequate. Try as she would to force a response, she was unable to do so. Her frantic motions toward the end convinced Don, however, that she was making it, and he was aware only of a certain edginess in her manner.
She wouldn't chase after Ray. So, what was she to do?
The obvious answer was that she should go out and pick up another man.
It wouldn't be difficult, she confidently believed. Strange men regularly gave her warm glances. All she would have to do would be to return one of those looks and that would lead to a lusty session in somebody's bed, if that was what she wanted.
Well, she wanted it.
But she didn't want to think of herself as the sort of woman who went around offering herself. She wasn't certain that she could, in fact. What had happened with Ray had just happened. He had been the aggressive one, and she merely had acquiesced.
Now, if some attractive man were to take it entirely upon himself, as Ray had, to make a play for her, and if all she had to do was say yes-well, yes it would be!
But she couldn't wait for that to happen, if it ever did.
She thought of leaving Don and taking up the life cf a single person, but that frightened her. Anyway, she still had a feeling for her husband. If only...
Those seemed to be the key words in her life these days.
If only...
One morning, when Don was at work, Cindy decided to take a bus ride to the edge of town. Perhaps subconsciously she was hoping she would meet someone, but in her conscious mind the bus ride seemed merely something to do to help her pass a boring day.
The route terminated at a little park. Just on the other side of it, a new subdivision was going in, and lots of men were at work on streets, sewers and underground utility lines. Pipes and other building materials were being hauled in.
She decided to remain at the park only long enough to have a cup of coffee at the outdoor stand there, after which she would take the next bus back.
Truck drivers and workmen, on their break, patronized the stand. Cindy glanced at them. Most of them were burly but many were old enough to be her father. They were dirty and rough. She got an excited little shiver when she thought about going to bed with one of them, but none really appealed to her. Until...
"Hello, honey. What's a pretty girl like you doin' out here all by yourself?"
She turned quickly and found herself staring at a large, blonde-haired fellow in a blue work shirt and jeans. He had prominent white teeth which he showed in a broad grin.
"I ... that is, I just came out on the bus. I'm going right back."
"Well, I didn't figure you flew. Want a sandwich to go with that coffee?" "No. No, thank you."
Her sexual nature stirred. This man was husky and confident. He couldn't have been older than twenty-five, and he seemed fairly clean.
Sipping coffee from a paper cup, he kept watching her over its rim. His gray eyes twinkled and hinted at illicit things.
Well, this was her chance.
Could she seize the opportunity? Was she ready?
A slight shiver went through her.
"What's the matter-you cold?" the fellow asked in his rumbling, deep voice.
"No." She forced a smile as she looked at him shyly. "I don't know why I did that."
He looked at her as if he believed he did know.
"Look, there ain't gonna be another bus back to town for a while. I'm leavin' right now, though. That's my rig over there." He pointed to a large, empty truck parked nearby. "If you'd like a ride..."
His mention of a ride almost made her shiver in anticipation again.
He watched her carefully.
"I'll drop you off wherever you say," he continued. "Well. . . "
He grinned. "Come on. Bring your coffee."
She found herself walking with him toward his truck.
It was a shocking thing to accept a ride from him, knowing, as she did, that he was interested in something more than that. And she believed he knew she was interested in it, also.
She wondered giddily if he could smell that she was in heat.
She got into the truck, her skirt sliding halfway up her stockinged thighs when she sat down. The husky man climbed in beside her and started the engine. She noticed, now that they were in the cab together, a slight perspiration odor emanating from him. Instead of offending her, this offered stimulation.
He backed the truck up, turned it, and headed toward town.
Her nerves began to sing.
"I'm Carl Jorgenson," the fellow said as he glanced at her. "What's your name?" "Cindy." "Just Cindy?"
"Yes." She could hardly speak now, and she didn't look at him squarely.
"Okay. Just Cindy, it is. Where do you live, Cindy?"
"On..." She was about to tell him, but then she caught herself. "Just in town."
"Just Cindy, and she lives just in town," he said thoughtfully. "That don't tell me much. But then, I suppose it's none 'a my business."
She didn't say anything.
"You're married, hunh?" (He had noticed her rings.) "Yes."
"Where's hubby today?"
She kept looking straight ahead, and the thrumming within her grew stronger. "At his office," she said. "Does he know where you are?"
She turned to the man, her eyes flashing. "Do you have to ask all these questions?"
"Nope," he said slowly. "Not at all. I don't have to know a darn thing about you except that you're pretty as a robin on the first day of spring."
"Oh?" She glanced at him again. She hadn't expected him to say something with such a poetic sound.
" 'Course, I ain't ever seen a golden robin." He was looking at her as if he were trying to decide whether the blondeness of her hair was real.
"I suppose I'm more like a canary," she said for want of something better.
"Can you sing?"
"Not very well," she replied with a little laugh. She felt somewhat more at ease now.
"You and your hubby have been havin' a little trouble, right?"
She looked quickly at him. "How did you know?" "I know a bit about people. Has your hubby been steppin' out?"
"No. Why do you ask that?"
" 'Cause sometimes, when a married man steps out and his wife finds out about it, she figures the best thing to do is to beat him at his own game. Know what I mean?" His gray eyes searched her.
She almost lost her nerve. "That isn't the case with Don and me."
"Care to tell me what the trouble is?"
"No. I don't want to talk about it."
There was silence for a few moments as the heavy truck rumbled along. Then Carl asked slowly, "Just what do you want, baby?"
Oh, God! Why did he have to put her on the spot like that?
She said, "I just want a ride home."
She kept looking straight ahead, and she could feel his eyes on her. He knew she was lying, of course.
Well, then, why didn't he do something about it?
He did. And without further questions.
He turned the truck off the main road. They weren't headed toward town any more. They were on a narrow dirt road which cut across an open field.
Cindy tightened up, but her nerves continued to thrum like crazy. Also, she was aware of an embarrassing dampness between her thighs.
Oh, she was a wanton! But this thought didn't intimidate her. She had come this far, and she wasn't about to turn back now.
Carl drove a quarter of a mile off the main road and brought the truck to a stop beside a shack, which appeared to be a headquarters for a construction crew or perhaps a watchman's station. But it seemed deserted now.
"Where are we?" Cindy asked.
"Some place where nobody will bother us," the man replied easily. "But ... what is it?"
"There was some construction goin' on around here a little while ago-a pipeline job. This shack was the field office."
"And you want me to go in there with you?"
He looked at her hard. "Unless you'd rather screw right here in the truck."
She turned beet red immediately. But she didn't panic.
He grinned and said, "Come on. Get out."
He hopped down from the truck and walked around the front of it to help her down from the cab. He embraced her as she stepped down, and she slid along the front of his husky form. His hand slid up the backs of her thighs (outside her clothing) and stopped when it spanned her springy bottom. He pulled her hard against him and kept his hand there, burning through her skirt, slip and pants.
"I don't know why you decided to do this, baby," the man said. "But I ain't askin' any more questions. I'm just gonna take and enjoy it. I hope you enjoy it at the same time."
She didn't say anything. What could she say?
Her silence didn't seem to bother Carl. He led the way into the shack, which was unlocked. She followed, her knees feeling as if they had turned to jelly.
The small, one-room building was bare except for some papers strewn on the floor-newspapers, abandoned business forms of one kind or another, coffee and milk cartons and other small trash. The floor was of rough wood.
Cindy wanted to ask how in the world they were going to have sex in there. She would get splinters in her behind. But she still couldn't say anything.
Carl explained, "I'll take my clothes off and spread them out. You can lie down on them. It won't be so bad."
She almost shuddered, but the urge passed. Now she just looked at him.
He grinned. "You wanta go through with it, don't you?"
She had to say something. She forced herself. "Y-yes."
"That's good. Let's both undress, hunh?"
It was surely the strangest situation she could have imagined for sex. Had she been looking for romance, the surroundings would have been utterly unacceptable. But if she were looking for romance, she wouldn't have let this crude truck driver pick her up, either. What she was looking for he could give her, and he could give it to her right here.
He began to take his clothes off, looking at her all the time. His thick fingers moved down the row of buttons on the front of his shirt, and the shirt flapped open to reveal a barrel chest, covered with wiry blonde hairs.
She would have to undress, too.
Oh, God!
She wasn't sure her arms would work when she ordered them to lift and her hands to reach the fastener at the back of her neck, but they did work, and she got the dress open.
Carl was pulling his shirt out from under the belted top of his jeans. His belly button peeped over the top of the low-riding trousers. His belly was straight and it looked very hard.
Cindy opened her belt. She felt a humming pressure at her ears as her blood raced. She knew that her cheeks were still on fire. The crotch of her panties was damp, and her vagina burned.
Carl watcher her as she bent and hauled up her dress. Her white half slip came part of the way, then dropped back. She took the dress off over her head.
Feeling very embarrassed as she stood in her slip and bra, she looked around for a place to put her dress so that it wouldn't get too dirty.
"Here," Carl said, reaching for it. "There are some hooks on the wall."
Sure enough. There were. With his belt hanging open and the top snapper of his pants undone, he carried the dress to the wall and hung it up.
Cindy hesitated, her hands hovering at her waist.
What was the matter with her? She was here to do it, wasn't she?
Blushing fiercely, she drew her half slip down, exposing her sleek, white nylon briefs. They were opaque, and her pubic hair didn't cast a shadow. White garters traveled from beneath them to grip the tops of her sleek, light-brown stockings.
Carl let his eyes slide over her, then looked downward and bent to pull off his boots.
Cindy turned her back to him, her heart thudding so that she almost feared it would leap out of her chest. She bent and began ungartering her stockings. She would have left them on, except that the rough floor of the shack would have been sure to snag them.
Carl looked up just in time to catch a tantalizing view of her rounded bottom in the skin-tight white briefs as she thrust it toward him.
His penis began to harden.
He quickly opened the fly of his jeans and worked the snug garment down.
Cindy proceeded to pull down her nylons, showing the man an even more tempting view of her ass as she bent farther forward. The panties covered her crotch, hair and all, but they pulled very tight against her pussy, and the nylon creased in her split.
Carl hopped from one foot to the other, pulling his jeans off his legs. His jockey-style briefs were badly out of shape, with his monstrous cock standing up inside them.
As soon as Cindy had removed both stockings, she turned to hand them to Carl, along with the slip which she had been gripping in her hand. Her gaze dropped to his lower front, and she drew in her breath audibly.
With her eyes trained there, Carl grasped the top of his briefs and brought the garment down. His prick fairly leaped at her, and it locked into a fierce erection thick and long and quivering as it pointed at her face. The head of it was huge and bare.
"Well, baby?" he said.
Numbly she held out her stockings and slip. He took them, grinning. He turned to hang them on the wall.
Cindy quivered inwardly from head to toe. This man was a tremendous brute-much bigger sexually than either Don or Ray. And she didn't know him or what he was apt to do. She was entirely at his mercy, out there in that shack.
Fear almost overcame the itching desire which had brought her to this place. If it had, she might have run from the shack and gone scampering across the field in her bra and panties, with garters whipping against her thighs.
And the big blonde Swede might have followed her in the nude, with his monstrous prick bobbing before him like the bowsprit of a storm-tossed schooner.
But that didn't happen. Cindy didn't run. She wanted too strongly to be screwed, so she took a further grip on herself and went ahead with it, in spite of the risks which she could sense in the situation.
Gazing at Carl with eyes which were wide but had become strangely glazed over, she slid down her bra straps and freed first one breast, then the other. The man's eyes burned as he gazed at the luscious tits with their rosy nipples sticking out, already as firm and full as they could get.
Cindy turned her bra, unhooked it, and held it out him.
He took it without taking his eyes from her. He held the bra and waited for her panties.
She hesitated just a moment before proceeding with the next and conclusive step in the disrobing process. Then she gripped the top of her panties resolutely and stripped them down.
Now it was Carl's turn to suck in his breath.
He was gazing at a cunt which was as blonde and beautiful as any he could have hoped to see in Stockholm.
Cindy didn't look at him as she bent quickly, titties shaking, and swept the panties off her legs. Her cheeks were rosier than ever as she straightened up and held the white briefs out to him.
He took them in the same hand which held the bra and continued looking at her.
She removed her garter belt and handed that over.
Now he turned and hung up all the lingerie on a wall hook.
Cindy was shivering, although it wasn't cold in the shack. The day was warm. Little goose bumps rose on her creamy skin.
Carl turned to her again and said, "You're very beautiful."
"Th-thank you."
"Here ... I'll spread out my clothes for you to lie on."
He bent and picked up his jeans and shirt. He quickly spread them out and arranged them on the floor. It would be a poor bed, to be sure, and scant protection. From a standpoint of cleanliness, the floor was hardly worse than his clothes. But the clothes would at least furnish some protection from splinters.
"Go ahead," he said huskily as he straightened up. "Lie down there."
Again fear struck her with such an impact that she almost ran. But again she withstood the urge. She wanted sexual satisfaction more than she wanted safety, and she knew that this huge man could give her wonderful satisfaction-if he would.
She lay down on the floor.
The wood was very hard, and she had to shift her position because of Carl's belt buckle. Then there was something in his pocket which gouged into her tender buttock, and she had to shift again.
He watched until she got comfortable. His cock remained high and throbbing. A pearl of moisture glimmered at its tip.
Cindy propped up her knees and parted them, shoving him the pink, blonde-fringed treasure at the juncture of her satin, creamy thighs. Moisture was oozing out of the split, causing the rosy flesh to gleam deliriously.
Carl gazed at it, then with a little growl in his throat he dropped onto his knees in front of her. He gripped her calves from behind and boosted them onto his shoulders. He bowed his head.
"Ooooooooh!" Cindy cried in ecstatic delight as his eager mouth came into contact with her pussy.
He went at her more hungrily than Ray had and without Ray's tenderness. His lips clamped onto the moist folds of her vulva, spread them and began ravenously to suck. His tongue lapped in and out of her at the same time, and he drank up her honey.
She throbbed so intensely that she felt as if she couldn't contain herself. Her belly bounded against his face, causing his mouth to skid on the slick pussy-flesh. She gripped her own breasts hard and squeezed them as she squealed.
Now Carl quit lapping in her cunt and, with a husky growl, began to lick all over her crotch-up and down along the edges of her cunt, through the straggling hairs, below the cunt and into the little depression of her ass-hole. He licked up every bit of the slick juice which had flowed over her soft, wild-scented crotch.
Then, with Cindy trembling wildly at the brink of completion, he lunged atop her, gripping his cock in his fist and pointing it into her spasming, soft hole. He sank it and, even as open with excitement as she was, the prick crowded her slick vagina as neither Don's nor Ray's ever had. It couldn't go all the way on the initial lunge.
Carl pulled back, then jammed it into her harder.
"Ooooh!" she cried, for it had hurt.
He sank more deeply this time. He withdrew again and came plunging in a third time. She hurt more.
She whined, "Ooh, please...! Please..."
But he paid no attention. He proceeded to screw her vigorously, jamming his huge cock in and out.
The hurt had momentarily held up her surge toward a climax, but her vagina rapidly adapted itself to the massive dimensions of the invader, and she began to derive pleasure from Carl's strokes. She panted, moaned and went to work with him.
His great chest pressed against her, squeezing her upper body against the hard floor. She jammed her eyes tightly closed and gave herself over to the massive throws of pleasure which coincided with Carl's filling plunges, which were going deeper and deeper every time. She sensed that he was stretching the bottom of her passion pocket with that monstrous rod.
His motions weren't like either Don's or Ray's. There was none of the shallow, rabbity quality of Don's attack, but Carl's strokes also lacked the methodical, slowly sensuous character of Ray's. Carl obviously was proceeding from raw emotion rather than method, but he was giving her the satisfaction she needed-if only he would last.
As the big Swede lay sprawled upon her, screwing her with vigor, a second man approached the crude cabin.
His shabby, soiled clothes, whiskered countenance and bedroll marked him as a destitute vagrant. He had dropped off a freight train when it had stopped to deposit a car on a nearby siding. His purpose in cutting across the open field had been to reach the chicken farm on the other side, where he hoped to help himself to a bird. However, the arrival of the truck at the construction shack and the stepping down from it of a man and a woman, which he had observed from a distance, had spurred his curiosity-and more than that.
Hogie McGuire, the ass, hadn't had sex with a woman in more than a year. He had lain with a few fags here and there, but Hogie was heterosexual by nature, and he had regarded the interludes with the fags as hardly better than masturbation.
The sight of the blonde woman entering the abandoned construction shack with the truck driver had aroused in his old head the suspicion that they were there for nookey. And he was encouraged to believe that he might catch a glimpse of some sex going on. In his long-deprived state, that seemed better than nothing. So he crept up to the shack, aiming for the small, open window in the near wall.
He hesitated cautiously for a moment, listening for sounds inside. He heard nothing. Slowly he moved in front of the window.
The sight which met his tired old eyes was sheer delight, and it immediately sent the blood coursing in his veins more briskly than it had in months.
The young blonde woman had her thighs widely spread and was flopping about like a beached flounder while the huge man atop her as pumping away for dear life. His ass was pointed Hogie's way, and the ass could see the man's massive prick sliding in and out between the blonde's pussy lips. Juice oozed out of the soft hole and streamed down the young woman's crotch, trickling over her winking anus.
Hogie's long-dormant prick began to grow in his baggy trousers, stiffening and standing out against the grimy cloth.
Cindy was blind with lust by now. Her whole world was filled with the pump-pump-pumping of Carl's massive cock in her throbbing, elastic hole. She coul'n't see, feel or think of anything else.
She was nearing her reward. Carl was lasting beautifully, and his organ was so thick that it gave her little clit all the firm, steady pressure it needed. Only a few strokes more would take her to heaven.
Outside the window, Hogie had gripped his risen penis through his clothes. He was pumping it. Unsatisfactory as a jack-off might be, when it was accompanied by a sight such as the one he now had spread out before him, it could almost take the place of the real thing. Anyway, Hogie had no choice. He was aroused and there was no hope of getting to the young, spread-legged blonde.
He wheezed as he stroked his dick through his clothes. Lust surged, goaded now by his hand as well as by the delectable sight of the pretty blonde's pussy taking the man's slippery, pumping rod. The thrill went to Hogie's head and momentarily he lost his balance. He bumped against the wall of the flimsy shack, causing a sharp sound and shaking the structure. Cindy's eyes popped open.
When she saw the whiskery, intense face staring in at her, the shock penetrated her erotic euphoria and destroyed the spell. She screamed harshly and hammered at Carl's beefy shoulders.
"Look ... look!" she cried. "The window!"
Carl was almost at the point of climax. Now he stopped stroking and turned his head just in time to catch a glimpse of the peeper before Hogie sidled out of sight. Responding automatically to the shock, Carl pulled his rod out of Cindy's quim, and at just that moment he came, splattering his thick, white come all over her belly, breasts and up as high as her neck.
He cursed and Cindy wailed, because it appeared now that she would be left dangling.
Running around without his clothes on was one of the last things Carl ordinarily would have done, but now he was so enraged over having missed the full splendor of a climax in Cindy's belly that he sprang to his feet and lunged to the door of the shack, flinging it open and racing outside.
The ass, who also had been robbed of fulfillment and was in a painfully hung-up state, lurched away from the cabin, running as best he could with his swollen rod pressing against the inside of his pants. Yelling an obscenity, Carl took after him.
In the cabin, Cindy sat up and held her hand against her face. God! Oh, God, what had she sunk to, letting herself be put in a situation like this?
She would have to get dressed and get out of there. Now!
She jumped to her feet and, though her vagina was' burning with unquenched lust, she rushed to the wall where her clothing hung.
The globs of semen, which Carl had splattered onto her, were sliding down her front. God, she couldn't get into her clothes like that! As she held her lingerie in her hand, she decided to use her pants as a cloth to wipe up the spilled come. She began to swab the front of her body.
Suddenly through the doorway of the shack came the bewhiskered ass and right behind him, holding the peeper's arm twisted against his back, was Carl.
Carl was usually quite civilized and agreeable-not the sort who would wish to hurt anyone-but he was suffering under extreme provocation now. He had been deprived of a sweet pleasure, and he blamed, irrationally perhaps, both the ass and Cindy. If the transient hadn't showed up, there would have been no problem, but if Cindy hadn't screamed with alarm and destroyed the mood he had built with her, he would have come in her body.
Now he wanted to pay them both back and to salvage a measure of grim satisfaction. He didn't care any more about Cindy than he did about the ass. She was a ass in her own way-just a cheap slut. She deserved whatever might happen to her.
Cindy squealed now and clutched her panties against her loins, while she sought to hide her bosom with the clothing in her other hand.
"Don't let him in here!" she cried.
"Why not? He wanted to see something. Let him get a good look!"
"Lady, I didn't mean nothin', " the ass blubbered at Cindy. "Tell him to let me go. I won't bother you any more. I promise."
"Be careful what you promise, crud," Carl warned, and gave the ass a shove.
The man fell sprawling in the center of the floor.
Cindy gasped and continued to hold her clothes tightly against her body as she gazed helplessly at Carl.
"Get down where you were before," he told her. "Noooh! Oh, Carl, you can't mean that!" "I do," he grated. "Get down there with that bastard!"
She couldn't fathom why he would ask her to do such a thing.
"You're joking," she said foolishly. "Please get him out of here!"
"I ain't joking. Get down there with him before I throw you down!"
The ass, on hands and knees, looked up at them. He didn't know what to make of this, but the prospect of getting to screw the luscious blonde was so exciting that he wasn't about to ask questions, even if the big guy knocked his block off afterwards. At least, he would die happy!
Cindy was frozen with shock.
Carl grasped her by the arm and swung her toward the ass. She lost her balance and fell to her knees on Carl's clothing.
As the beautiful creature dropped beside him, her luscious tits bobbing and her golden loins exposed, Hogie sprang into action. He helped to flatten her on the hard bed and began to scramble atop her.
Cindy couldn't believe what was happening. She looked up at Carl, still clinging to the vain hope that this was some kind of sick joke and that he would reprieve her at the last moment. But he didn't. The giant just stood there with his arms folded across his brawny ' chest, his naked sex dangling, and smiled grimly down at her.
Hogie clawed at the front of his trousers and let out his aroused organ. Unclean as it was, it smelled strongly. He pointed it toward Cindy's wetly-gaping cunt, breached the soft portal, and sank his pecker all the way into her thrilling warmth.
She gasped.
Hogie grinned down at her and began to screw.
Cindy let her eyes fall closed. She was mortified. But, as Hogie stroked, she responded in spite of herself. His penis wasn't the equal of Carl's, either in size or in the vigor with which he applied it, but it rubbed her sufficiently well to catch her up in the excitement.
She opened her eyes once more, looking past the foul-smelling, grimacing tramp at Carl, who regarded the action with bemused detachment, now that it was under way. He had wanted it to happen-it had seemed fitting. But now that the filthy tramp was actually taking the sweet, young blonde, he wasn't sure whether he liked it.
Hogie had no such doubt. He was in hobo heaven as he slid his happy cock up and down, in and out, of the lovely woman's warm, slick cunt. He grunted and moved with increasing tempo.
Cindy, gazing at Carl, moved against Hogie's screwing thrusts. Somehow Carl was a part of the act. His watching had turned what would otherwise have been a mostly repulsive experience into something that was exciting in a strange, new way.
She kept gazing at the big blonde man, and she moved harder and harder against the front of Hogie's pants, sheathing his plunging penis again and again. He began to wheeze. He moved as fast as he could. Cindy's eyes burned into Carl's as the hobo came and began to eject his load of cream into her. Cindy came, too, spasming around his twitching prick, bumping and blinking but reopening her eyes to gaze at Carl.
The ass got up, looking shamefaced now. But he was happy. He pulled his clothes together.
"Get out of here," Carl growled at him while continuing to look at Cindy.
The ass obeyed.
"He made you come," Carl said to Cindy.
"Yes." She thought that she should have said, "You made me come," because that was closer to the truth. But she kept her secret.
"Get dressed," Carl said and turned away.
VII
Her experience in the construction shack shocked Cindy out of the dangerous course into which she had begun to drift.
She realized now how risky it was to pick up strange men. Anything might happen. She counted herself lucky that only her pride had been hurt at the hands of the truck driver and the ass. Next time, if she were foolish enough to go somewhere with a man she didn't know, she might not escape with her skin.
So pickups were out.
But what was she going to do to get the satisfaction she so desperately needed!
Ray was gone. Masturbation would never satisfy her again. And it appeared that Don would never satisfy her, either. They had sex on the night following her "date" with Carl, and she was unable to even approach a climax because Don was so speedy.
She thought of talking with him frankly about it but rejected that when she recalled how he had reacted the other night when she had tried mildly to get him to draw out the sex play. He obviously had no tolerance for any sex techniques which differed from his own narrow notions of how the act ought to be performed.
There was no point in seeking professional help, either, because that would require Don's cooperation.
It seemed that only another lover, or lovers, could cure the physical part of her problem. But who? She couldn't bring herself to contact any of the fellows she had dated before she became engaged to Don. The only other men she knew were Don's friends, also, and many of them were married.
It seemed like an impossible hang up.
One day when she was in a drug store to purchase some personal items, her eye happened to fall on the cover of a sensational magazine. It advertised an article titled, "Is Sex Wrecking Your Marriage?" written by a psychologist.
She bought the magazine and hurried home to read the story. It dealt, in a superficial way, with a number of marital problems, ranging from impotence and frigidity to nymphomania (which she suspected that she might be acquiring). There was a short section dealing with "inconsiderate husbands" and this struck home. It described Don's shortcomings to a T. The only trouble was, the writer seemed to offer no solution to any of the problems other than for the husband and wife to talk them out.
Cindy was convinced that talk wouldn't help. It was, if anything, apt to make matters worse. She didn't want to leave Don, but if they had a big row and he accused her of being unresponsive or childish (as he had before), she might just fly off the handle and tell him she was through.
Toward the end of the article, the psychologist made this observation:
"The practice of mate-swapping among married couples, which is becoming quite widespread, is credited with solving a number of problems of sexual incompatibility. Exchanging wives and husbands, for a night or a week end, gives all participants the opportunity to learn new techniques and responses."
Cindy was gripped with interest. She read the paragraph over again.
The article went on to say, "It should be pointed out, however, that mate-swapping is capable of causing as many problems as it solves."
Cindy hardly paid any attention to this warning. Her mind was already racing ahead, on the strength of what had gone before, imagining Don and herself swapping with some young married couple they knew.
Oh, but Don would never go for it! As rigid as his ideas were concerning sex, that was the last thing in the world he would consider. He wouldn't commit adultery. Not Don.
With a sigh, she put the magazine down. Swapping might offer the perfect solution, but it, like every other possible solution, seemed out of reach.
She continued to think about it, however, and that evening she was strongly tempted to take it up with Don. She was stayed only at the last minute by her fear of what might happen if he were to ridicule the idea and accuse her of lewdness or something of the sort. She wouldn't be able to take that without exploding.
She was glad that he didn't approach her for sex that night.
The next day was Saturday, and she went shopping alone first thing in the morning. She smiled and nodded to Lee Carter, whom she met in the garage at the rear of the apartment house. He was loading his golf clubs into the trunk of his car. He grinned back at her and wished her good morning.
He was a handsome man-and so smooth!
His wife, Tina, didn't have any trouble reaching a full fledged climax every time they screw ed, Cindy felt sure.
If only she could say the same!
If only she could screw with Lee, she thought, and blushed over the lewdness of it. But she wasn't really ashamed of herself. She had gotten over the stupid shame which used to be associated with sex in her mind.
Don was aware that Lee Carter was leaving at the same time Cindy was. He listened for the sound of the two cars backing out of the garage and heading up the alley.
If he hurried right over to Tina's apartment, he thought, they could have a couple or three hours together. The way Cindy had talked, she planned to he away for most of the morning, and a golf game took at least three hours, didn't it?
Don began to burn with excitement.
As soon as he heard his car and the Carters' drive away, he left his apartment and headed across the court. This was a little obvious, he realized, but he couldn't worry about that now, not as on-fire as he was!
He was a'out to touch the button beside the Carte-s' door, when a playful urge struck him: Why not just walk in and surprise Tina?
He tried the door and found it unlocked. Turning the knob all the way, he pushed the door open.
The living room was unoccupied. He thought of calling out, then decided to carry his little game a bit further. He would find Tina, wherever she was, and be virtually on top of her before she realized he was there. He thought of how pleased she would be.
He prowled into the short hallway of the apartment, listening for a sound that would betray Tina's presence. Just as he approached the closed bathroom door, a rushing of water started on the other side which told him Tina was in the shower.
He grinned.
Shortly after he and Cindy were married, he had screwed her in the shower once-stand-up style. It had been fun. It wasn't the sort of thing he cared to do often, but with a new woman it appealed to him.
Carefully he tried the knob of the bathroom door. It wasn't locked.
Don was about to open the door and enter when he decided he should remove his clothes first. That way, he could step right into the shower with Tina.
The thought almost made his cock stiff, and he quickly began to pull off his clothes. As he removed each garment, he dropped it onto the carpeted floor in the hallway. The removal of his briefs found his cock half-hard, hanging high.
He opened the door and stealthily entered the warm, steamy bathroom. Vapor billowed above and around the .green plastic shower curtain. He could see Tina's black hair, wound high on her head. The outline of her body showed through the shimmering, wet plastic.
Grinning, Don reached and stripped back the curtain.
Tina gasped. The soap dropped from her hand and clattered against the tub. She almost fell. Don grasped her, laughing.
"Oooh!" she cried "Ooh, God! You gave me a terrible fright!"
"Is there room in there for two?" he asked, still chuckling, and stepped over the rim of the partially sunken tub.
Tina didn't demonstrate quite the degree of pleasure he had imagined. While she hadn't precluded the idea of another visit, after their first and not-altogether satisfactory screw, she hadn't been looking forward to it. And for him to show up so suddenly, under these circumstances, annoyed her.
"Don ... for God's sake!" she said.
"What's the matter?" he grinned, getting under the spray with her. "Don't you need somebody to scrub your back?"
"I usually get along without it," she said testily.
"Maybe there's something else I can do for you," he suggested and sought to take her in his arms.
The water kept splashing down, getting into their eyes. Tina was getting her hair wet, which she didn't like. Now she stepped on the soap, slipping and almost falling.
"Ooooh, damn you!" she exclaimed.
But Don didn't believe she meant it, and he pulled her more firmly against him. It was erotically exciting to feel her soft, wet flesh sliding against his. Her nipples were up, and they pricked him. His prick came up aggressively and pressed her belly.
He caught her mouth for a sucking, tongue-stroking kiss. One hand grasped her around the wet, firm ass.
Tina decided not to fuss any more. His masculinity was beginning to get to her. Perhaps he would give her a good screwing this time, now that the nervousness of a first encounter was over.
She returned his kiss and slid her hand down between them to grip his thick, risen tock. She slid the foreskin back off its head and caressed that swollen, throbbing knob with her fingertips as the shower cascaded down.
His hand caught one of her tits and played with it. Its firm springiness delighted him, and the smooth flesh, when wet, slipped against his squeezing, caressing fingers.
He became very excited.
Tina's excitement was fast catching up with his as she fondled his thick, firm tool and he rubbed his thumb back and forth across her tingling nipple, snapping it this way and that.
Standing in the shower, as they were, Tina and Don weren't aware that a storm had suddenly blown up, sending rain in a driving torrent against the bathroom window. The rain had changed Lee Carter's plans. Giving up the idea of a golf game, he had turned his car around and was heading home.
Rainy days were good for only two things, as far as Lee was concerned-watching television or screwing. Perhaps there would be a good sports program on the tube. Otherwise, he would have a little sports show of his own, with Tina.
He pulled into the garage of the apartment house, cut the car's engine, and climbed out.
At about this time, Don had just braced himself and taken a good double-grip on Tina's firm buttocks.
"Now jump!" he said, boosting her at the same time.
Her long, slim legs came up around him and locked in back of his thighs. One arm gripped him around the neck while her opposite hand tilted his tallywhacker into the softened, moist orifice of the cunt. His rod slid into her all the way and she cooed:
"Ooooh, that's wonderful!"
He thought it was pretty great, too-especially with the water running warmly over them. He had his shoulders against the tiled wall and his feet were turned slightly outward, against the sides of the tub as well as its bottom. The stance was secure enough to permit him to hold her with relative ease. But he had little freedom of movement.
Tina went to work, contracting and relaxing her legs around his thighs, thereby agitating her warm pussy on the stalwart stalk of his manhood.
Neither of the lovers heard Lee enter the apartment. He heard the water running in the bathroom and smiled at the thought of grasping his lithe, lovely wife as she emerged, fresh from the shower. He would carry her to the bed, fling off his own clothes and screw hell out of her, then he might accompany her back into the bathroom, this time to shower with her and work his excitement up again.
Such an ambitious scheme required a bit of fortification in advance, so he moved into the kitchen and found a bottle of bourbon. He poured himself a quick drink, downed it, and proceeded toward the bathroom.
When he reached the hall, he stopped in his tracks, staring at the clothes which lay in a pile on the carpet. On top of the stack was a pair of jockey shorts.
Jockey shorts!
Goddamn it to hell! So she was up to it again!
He moved to the bathroom door, his pulse pounding, his face growing rosy with rage. He opened the door.
Though Don had neglected to pull the curtain at the side of the tub after climbing in with Tina, neither he nor she noticed immediately that the door had opened. Don's line of sight was blocked by Tina's head, and she was biting at his neck as she rotated and posted on his rod.
Lee recognized Don, even though his face was partially hidden. A neighbor-Lee marveled. Now she's gotten so brazen, she's doing it with a goddamn NEIGHBOR!
"Mitchell!" he yelled. "You lousy son of a bitch!"
Don let go of Tina's ass and she slid down his front, giving up her vaginal grasp of his pecker. She landed with a splat on the bottom of the wet tub, and the shower momentarily blinded her as she received the full flow of the spray.
Don gazed stupidly at the other man. To say that Don was at a disadvantage-nude and wet and with a hard-on-would he to understate the truth. And he was in a situation which was totally unique in his experience-caught by a husband he was cuckolding.
"Now look, Carter..." was all he could utter.
"Lee ... Lee...! " Tina cried, struggling without aid to gain her feet in the slippery tub.
She finally made it and wiped the water out of her eyes.
"Don't hurt him, Lee!" she entreated, sliding in front of Don.
Secretly she was exultant. She wanted Lee to tear into Don and, after Don was taken care of, to give her the spanking of her life. But her conscience required that she at least make a gesture toward calming him and protecting Don. As if she could!
"Get out of the way, you slut!" Lee exclaimed, moving toward the bathtub.
She thrilled at the vile epithet and at her husband's fiercely menacing manner.
"Now, Carter..." Don began again.
"Shut up, turd!" the other man commanded.
Turd! Oh, that was a choice one, Tina thought.
The man lunged, grasped her by the arm, and jerked her away from Don. "Turn off the goddamn water!" he ordered.
She was quick to comply, her heart pounding wildly.
By now, Don's cock had slumped. He was afraid for his life. Lee looked angry enough to commit murder.
Don realized he would have to put up a fight. Goddamn, why had he let himself get suckered into a spot like this!
Having turned off the shower, Tina backed against the wall and watched with wide eyes as her husband approached the man she had just been screwing.
Don thought wildly about what he might do to protect himself. His footing wasn't good enough to permit him to slug it out with Lee, and he was trapped in a corner, while Lee had room to move. Then he realized that the bar of soap, which Tina had been using before he had startled her, was lying in the tub, right in front of his foot. His toes were touching it. Perhaps...
There was no time to weigh the probabilities. Anyway, he was desperate enough to try anything.
He gave the soap a kick. It scooted up the side of the bathtub and kept going, striking Lee in the face just as he lunged forward. He lost his balance and reeled to the side. Don leaped from the tub and ran past him, out of the bathroom.
Tina squealed, "He's getting away!" and she didn't sound happy about it.
Don thought this was strange, but he didn't take time to ponder the matter. Nor did he take time to pick up his clothes. Saving his skin was more important.
He streaked toward the front of the apartment. By now, Lee was in pursuit, but Don had a sufficient jump on him to get away He tore open the front door and raced naked across the apartment court, through the driving rain.
"You bastard!" Lee yelled.
This cry caught the attention of a neighbor at the rear of the court, who happened to be standing near her front window. From there, she had a view of both the Carters' and the Mitchells' apartments. She looked out just in time to glimpse Don's naked tail disappearing into his apartment. Turning her head slightly, she saw Lee standing in the doorway of his apartment, glowering, while behind him, as naked as Don Mitchell, stood Tina.
Even to a person who wasn't scandal-oriented, the significance of the scene would have been clear enough. To nosy Ella Crawford, the neighbor who observed it, this was perfect grist for her gossip mill.
Lee slammed the door shut and turned to his naked wife.
"You two-timing, cock-crazy broad!" he cried and took an open-handed swing at her face.
His palm spatted against her cheek, and she squealed with mingled pain and delight. She permitted herself to crumple to the living room floor, and she rolled onto her belly, presenting her pert ass to him.
Lee dropped to his knees beside her and, with an exultant growl, began to pound her cute bottom-first with his right hand, then with his left, then with both hands alternately.
Tina cried and bobbed her ass up and down as she quivered with excitement from head to toe. Every swat of her husband's punishing hand was exquisitely pleasurable to her, though it hurt like fire and was turning her bottom red.
Finally Lee had to stop because his hands were getting sore. Anyway, he had worked the rage out of his system.
He hadn't been quite as angry about the whole thing as he had seemed, for there was within Lee a quirk which complimented Tina's secret desire to be caught and punished. A hidden part of him enjoyed catching and punishing her. Not only that, but the fact that her hot little cunt had been wrapped around another man's rod, energetically screwing it, gave him a strange, concealed satisfaction. Tina had furnished a linkage between the other man (in this case, Don) and Lee himself. Don's prick had been within the cunt which Lee had screwed many times and would screw again.
In fact, he wanted very strongly to screw Tina right now!
He rolled her onto her back, and she looked up at him with wide, dark eyes brimming with tears and lust. "Now what do you say?" he demanded. "I'm sorry!" she moaned. "Do you mean it?" "Oooh, yesss!"
"What do you want now?" he asked.
"To make up."
"How should we do that?"
Her answer was direct and demanding: "Screw me hard!"
Lee's cock was already stiff. He had only to open the top of his trousers and strip them down, then fish the stiffened pecker out of his jockey briefs.
He scrambled atop her.
"Oooh, bay-beee!" she cried as he lifted her black-tufted loins to receive the deep-reaching thrust of his rod.
It slid into her without a bit of resistance, and she moaned gratefully when she had six inches of it, throbbing inside her. But Lee had a little more than six inches to give, and right now he wanted to give it all.
He reached under her compact rump and grasped the firm, rounded cheeks of her ass. He forced them up and together, so that he could sink his prick a bit more deeply and even more snugly in her cunt.
He screwed her powerfully as he rolled and squeezed her buttocks. She pushed her feet against the floor and helped him plunge deeply into her, again and again, as she pressed her hot cunt all the way to the base of his cock. She ground it as she thrust. Her head flopped from side to side on the carpet, her black hair fanning loose.
She sobbed, "Oooh, Jesus! Ooh, Christ! I love it, I love it! Screw me to death! Drive that stiff cock through me!"
"Is it ... better than ... Mitchell's?" Lee rasped as he screwed.
"God, yes! He's nothing! Screw me ... ooh, screw meeee!"
Lee did, with delight.
In his apartment, Don sat, still nude, and shivered over his narrow escape. He remained damp from his shower and from the rain which had followed it. Also, his aching balls made him acutely aware of the fact that his screwing of Tina had been interrupted before he reached climax.
He was in bad shape, anyway one chose to look at it.
He wondered if anyone had seen him running from the Carter's apartment and, if they had, whether they would tell Cindy. That possibility didn't ease his shivering.
He got up and moved cautiously to the edge of the window. He looked out. There was no sign of activity across the way. He had been afraid at first that Lee might follow him across the court and try to break down his door (which he had locked as soon as he had entered the apartment). But that hadn't happened, and now it looked as if it wasn't going to.
Tina was feeling her husband's wrath right now, no doubt.
Funny what she had said as Don was running out: "He's getting away!"-as if she were on Lee's side, instead of his. That must have been just for Lee's benefit, Don decided. But he doubted it did her any good, since Lee had seen them screwing.
God, what a spot that had been! He'd heard of such things happening, but he certainly had never thought he would find himself in such a position.
Well, he might as well dry off and get dressed.
What about the clothes he had left in the Carter's apartment? They were damaging evidence. If Lee chose to bring them over when Cindy was at home, that would fix things good!
No, Don decided on reflection. Lee wouldn't do that. Perhaps Tina would find a way to get the clothes back to him when neither her husband nor Cindy was at home.
Would he ever get a chance to take Tina again? Christ! Don't even think of that, his better judgment warned him. As it was, he had played with fire and gotten his fingers burned. Next time he might get his tail feathers burned off!
Feeling uneasy about everything, and with his balls still throbbing dully, he moved to the back of the apartment to towel himself and put on some clothes.
By the time Cindy arrived home from her shopping tour, Don had calmed his mind pretty well. But he remained on edge physically.
Cindy was surprised and not especially pleased when he swept her off her feet and carried her into the bedroom. Oh, if only he would take it slowly this time! she wished, realizing, even as she did so, that it was in vain.
He pushed her skirt and slip up as soon as he had placed her on the bed. She protested that he was mussing her clothes, but this didn't stop him. He was mildly vexed by the panty girdle she was wearing that day, but he managed to haul it down, dragging her stockings along.
He spread her lush legs, revealing the pink gash in her forest of golden curls. He dropped his pants and shorts and clambered atop her.
Good Lord! Cindy thought. At least, he could play with my breasts a little.
But he didn't even take her breasts out. All he wanted to do was to screw off the distressing tightness he had acquired in Tina's bathroom, and he proceeded immediately to do it, running his stiff rod into Cindy's half-moist channel. He began to stroke up and down, in and out of her, rapidly.
"Don ... that hurts!" she whined.
But he paid no attention. He didn't think it really hurt her. She was just not in the mood.
Well, it was too bad about her moods. He needed his nookey now!
He stroked faster and faster, working his cock like a piston in her quim. She didn't try to reach a climax with him, and this time she didn't even put on an act of moving. He was so fired up, he didn't need that.
She wondered idly what had gotten him so excited. Probably some hot witch on TV.
She didn't think about it any more because he was finishing already, jerking and jetting his hot fluid into her. There was more of it than usual, it seemed.
He sighed deeply and relaxed against her. "Did ... did you make it?" he asked huskily at her ear.
"Sure," she said in a tone that suggested she didn't care whether he believed it or not.
He believed it because he wanted to.
In the few seconds that she lay there unsatisfied, with his weight atop her, she thought of the handsome neighbor she had met in the garage that morning-Lee Carter. God, why couldn't it be Lee on top of her now? She would be satisfied with him, she felt certain.
What a nice, neat arrangement a swap between the Mitchells and the Carters would be, if there were only some way to bring it off! But how did she know Tina and Lee would go for it, even if Don would? And most-likely Don wouldn't.
Fool! she called herself. Don't waste your time thinking about such things.
But she was going to have to do something to get some sexual satisfaction. With every day and night that passed, the need became more urgent. And when Don took her unsuccessfully like this, she felt like screaming in frustration.
One of these times she would scream her rage at him, and everything would be out in the open at last. Once that happened, there was no telling what the result would be. Perhaps she would find herself living like a single girl again.
No. Not again. Not like it had been before Don. This time, her single life would include plenty of sex.
Still, she didn't look forward to the prospect. She liked being married, and she was genuinely in love with Don-in spite of everything.
But, God, something was going to have to give pretty soon!
VIII
Cindy had one close friend who lived in the apartment house. Her name was Rose Elling, and she occupied the apartment directly upstairs.
On Monday morning, Rose dropped down to see her, and the information she brought was something Cindy had never expected to hear.
"Don? I don't believe it! It's some kind of sick joke."
"I hope so," Rose said as she sat opposite Cindy in the living room and twisted her hands in her lap. "I debated whether I ought to tell you, then I figured ... if it was me, I'd want to know what people were saying."
"But who started the story?" Cindy asked. "Do you know that?"
"I have a pretty good idea." A wise look came into Rose's eyes. "Ella?" "Mmmmmm."
"That dirty..."
"I know. But she has nothing against you, has she? I mean, she. has no reason to want to hurt you."
"As far as I know, she hasn't," Cindy admitted.
Rose's troubled eyes took on a tinge of pity. "Tina Carter does play around," she said. "Her husband caught her at it once before."
"I didn't know that."
"It's true. If ... well, if there was anything between Tina and your husband, you can be sure it was her fault. She probably threw herself at him."
"But ... the idea of Don running nude from her apartment ... That's kind of crazy, isn't it?"
"Not if her husband was after him. Honey, I'm sorry to even have to repeat a thing like this..."
"I understand, Rose. Thank you. I appreciate it."
After Rose left, Cindy thought long and hard about what the other woman had just told her, checking it in her memory against the way Don had acted last Saturday. He had been hot when she'd gotten home and had insisted on having sex right away. That meant, if he had been in Tina's apartment, he hadn't gotten what he had wanted-or, at least, he hadn't finished it. Perhaps Lee had walked in and caught them in the act.
Good Lord!
It was so unlike Don-or unlike her assumptions about him-that she could hardly believe it. Yet, why would Ella Crawford be spreading the story if it weren't true? The woman was an awful gossip, but Cindy had never heard of her making up anything she told. She wasn't really that malicious. And she had no reason to make up something that would hurt Cindy.
When everything was considered, the story was more apt to be true than false.
But that meant ...
It meant, very plainly, that Don wasn't the man she had thought he was. He wasn't so narrow-minded when it came to sex. He was just selfish! He was willing to grab his own pleasure wherever he could find it, but he wouldn't put himself out a bit to give pleasure to her.
Now the whole neighborhood was talking about what he had done, and she was the butt of the gossip. She colored, even though she was alone. How would she be able to show her face outdoors again?
Strangely, perhaps, the one emotion which she didn't feel was jealousy. How could she be jealous of Don when she had cheated on him with two-no, three men, and had wanted to do it with more?
She began to think further about the new situation in which she found herself. Don and Tina. And on that same morning, Saturday, she had met Lee in the garage and had thought what a good time she could have with him!
Well, why shouldn't she? If Don was playing around with Tina...
Better yet, why couldn't they work out the swap she had thought about before-Lee with her and Tina with Don, for a night or maybe an entire weekend?
The warmth which now suffused her wasn't from embarrassment. She was thinking about spending a night, or possibly two whole nights, in Lee Carter's arms. Oh, she would come enough times to make up for six months of bitter failure with Don!
But, would Lee go for a swap? He evidently was the jealous type, judging by the way he had chased Don out of the apartment last Saturday.
Well, what did she expect of a husband who caught his wife in another man's arms? He had to react that way. Now, if he had the opportunity to trade Tina for another woman-a younger woman who was very attractive, if Cindy did say so herself ...
Listen to her! She had become absolutely shameless.
Well, why not, considering how Don and the entire rest of the world apparently was playing around!
The time had arrived, she decided, to have a very frank talk with Don. He wouldn't shame her now.
But what if the story Ella Crawford had been spreading wasn't true, after all? What if Ella had been seeing things that weren't there?
Wait. There was a way to check it out.
She recalled what Don had been wearing Saturday morning, when she had left the apartment. And, yes, he was wearing another outfit when she arrived home. If he had been forced to flee naked from Tina's apartment, it wasn't-likely that his clothes had been returned. This meant Cindy wouldn't be able to find them in her own apartment.
She began a search.
She was ready to confront Don the moment he arrived home that evening.
"Honey, I was looking for your blue-and-white checkered sport shirt today and those tan pants you were wearing Saturday morning. What happened to them?" She watched him closely.
He blanched a little and looked away. "I don't know. They ought to be around here."
"Yes, they ought to be. But they aren't. I've looked everywhere."
He turned to her. "How come you were looking for them?"
So he believed that the best defense was an offense, hm? Well, she wouldn't be scared off.
"Just tell me where they are," she said, and her eyes let him know she knew-or strongly suspected-something she hadn't put into words.
He hesitated. He grew a little whiter. His eyes gave him away.
"Well, where are they, honey?" she persisted. "What are you getting at?" he asked. "I'm just asking a question. Are you going to answer it or not?"
He could have made further attempts to evade the issue. He could even have concocted a story. But Don was a realist when things came down to the crunch. Cindy obviously had heard something from someone, probably a neighbor who had seen him run naked across the court.
He sank into a chair and stared down at the carpet. "All right," he said. "Let's have it. Tell me what's really on your mind."
"You know what :t is, don't you?"
"I suppose so."
She took a chair opposite him. He still didn't look at her.
"Are you in love with Tina?" she asked straight out. He looked up. "Don't be silly!" he replied vehemently.
"It was just fun and games then, hm?" Her expression seemed surprisingly mild, almost as if she wasn't angry with him.
He said, "Well ... yes ... I suppose so. I got carried away. I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
"What?"
"Don't be sorry."
He stared in amazement. "I thought you'd be mad as hell. I thought ... you might want to ... leave me..." "Is that what you want-for me to leave?"
"Of course not," he said quickly.
"Then it isn't necessary-provided we can reach an understanding."
"What kind of understanding?" he mumbled, thoroughly perplexed.
She jumped up and said brightly, "Let's have dinner first. Then we can talk about it."
He watched her move into the kitchen.
My God, of all the crazy ways to react!
She had worked out something cute that she was going to fling at him-some way to get revenge and have him under her thumb for a while. Women were like that.
Well, what could he do? She had him by the balls.
He wanted to talk the thing out right now, but he decided it would be better if he didn't push her. Let her play out her string, then he would see what he could do about it.
At least, she wasn't going to walk out. He really didn't want her to do that. He loved her. What had happened with Tina hadn't meant anything. It was just, as Cindy had said, fun and games.
But he certainly was surprised that she looked at it in that light.
He hardly tasted the food that she served, and a couple of times during dinner he tried to prompt her to talk about Topic A. But she wouldn't be induced.
The thing that really got him was that she seemed so composed and sure of herself. Whatever she had worked out to spring on him had to be a dandy.
He became more and more apprehensive. If his digestion worked at all on this dinner, it was going to be amazing. Already he was getting heartburn, and he hadn't even finished eating.
Finally the meal did end, and they moved into the living room to ... relax? As if he could!
"Well, shall we talk now?" Cindy asked as she sat down.
"I wish you would." He sat opposite her.
"Oh, it isn't just me." She was looking down, arranging her skirt, speaking matter-of-factly. "We have to talk together. We have to agree on something."
"On what?"
"On a principle. You've heard that what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. Well, that can be tumtd around the other way."
He squinted. "What are you getting at?"
"That you aren't the only one who ... would like to ... play around a little." She wasn't looking at him, and the rapid beating of her heart belied the casual tone she used.
"Cindy! You can't mean that."
She lifted her gaze slowly to his. "Yes. I do." He could tell that hs meant it. Good Lord!
He struggled for words: "Cindy ... it's different for men than for women." He hesitated, then exploded, "Damn it, aren't you satisfied?"
"No, Don. I'm not. You don't satisfy me sexually."
The very air seemed charged with explosive power, as if one more word, no matter what it was, would blow the room sky high.
Cindy was afraid she might have said too much or said it too directly. She knew what a fragile thing male pride was. But she also knew that she had to press the advantage which she held at this moment or she might never get what she desperately needed.
Don just stared at her. He was, at the moment, too shocked to speak.
She smiled gently and, when she spoke, her voice was a caress: "I don't mean that I don't love you. I love you very much. That's why I said what I did. We have to understand each other."
"I've ... I've ... never satisfied you?" he asked.
"You have sometimes. Partially. But I know I can feel more. Lately I haven't been having a release at all."
"For God's sake..." he murmured and continued to stare.
"So..." She looked down and went on, as casually as she could, "I've been thinking that it might be interesting ... that is, it might be good for both of us if ... if v.e could work out some way..."
Oh,God, she was making a botch of it!
"Cindy, what in the world are you getting at?"
She looked at him directly and forced herself to say, "I'm talking about a swap. Maybe with the Carters. Lots of people are swapping these days. Just the other day I was reading..."
"Do you mean ... exchange husbands and wives?" Don seemed astounded.
"Yes. You spend a night with Tina, and I'll ... sleep with Lee. That is, if they will go for it."
Of all the possible responses he might have anticipated from Cindy, this would have seemed the least-likely-if he had considered it at all.
Now the shocking portent of it got through to him, and he drew himself up in righteous wrath: "Cindy! That's the most disgraceful thing..."
She wouldn't let him continue. She was damned if she would take this stuff, now that she knew he was an adulterer.
"Oh, don't give me that!" she said firmly. "We've swept sex under the rug long enough. Now it's out and we're going to talk about it. I want to have some fun with other men, Don," she continued daringly, "and you must want to play with other women, or you wouldn't have gotten caught in Tina's apartment when her husband came home. All right! Let's do it. And swapping's the perfect answer, it seems to me."
That thrust took the air out of his balloon for the moment.
"There's nothing about swapping," she went on, "that's any worse than just stepping out. As a matter-of-fact, swapping's more honest and safer. Why don't you talk with Tina about it?"
It was still difficult for him to believe he was hearing her correctly. This couldn't be his sweet little bride talking like this.
"If you'd rather that I went to Tina with it..." Cindy continued.
"Good Lord, no!" he exclaimed.
"Then you have a talk with her." Cindy smiled. "Tell her I'm all in favor of the idea, and see if she can get Lee interested."
It was fantastic!
He had no doubt that she really was serious. Her tone, expression and earnest manner weren't subject to any other interpretation.
As for his very personal reaction, he was deflated, of course, by her statement that he didn't satisfy her sexually. However, he principally blamed her for this, rather than himself. He'd had no trouble taking care of other women. (Look at Tina!) The swap idea shocked him, but beyond the shock there was a promise of great good times.
The thought of Cindy doing it with another man with Lee Carter, perhaps-gave him a very funny sensation. He was a little surprised that he didn't dislike it altogether, but the truth was that he didn't. It was a mixed feeling, and he wasn't quite sure what the mixture was.
Cindy stood up, smiling. She was relieved now that everything was out, and she was confident that Don would do as she had asked. She could always tighten the screws on him if he didn't.
She believed that something else was required at this moment to reassure him and to keep their relationship from rocketing downhill, now that she had been brutally frank.
"Let's go to bed, honey," she invited.
Again he was nonplussed. "But you said you didn't get any satisfaction..."
"I didn't say I didn't get any." She moved up to him, smiling warmly, and pressed herself against his manly form. "Sometimes it's all right. Sometimes we miss. But I won't care tonight. Tonight I would just like to please you."
How could he turn down that invitation?
Ten minutes later, they were in bed. Cindy was on her back, totally nude, and Don was on his knees beside her. He still wore his briefs.
The lamp was burning beside the bed.
It was Don's own idea to keep the lamp on that evening. He wanted to watch her as he gave her his meat. And he was going to try his level best to give her a good orgasm, if that was possible.
He rubbed his hands upward along her supple sides and captured the large, rounded tits which thrust up at him. He squeezed them, forcing the erect nipples higher than ever, and he bent to lick first one thick pink tip, then the other.
"Oooh, that's nice!" Cindy said to encourage him.
He was getting very hot, however, and it was doubtful that he could continue this for long.
He kissed down her front to her naval and dipped the tip of his tongue into that tiny cup. Cindy had a tremendous urge to push his head farther, to try and make him eat her pussy tonight.
But she knew he wouldn't. And it would only complicate their relationship at a delicate time to try to get him to do it.
So, instead he reached for the front of his knit briefs, which were badly out of shape from the pressing of his urgent rod inside.
"Oooh, let's get this big thing out!" she exclaimed provocatively.
He let her snake into the briefs with her fingers, grip his prick, and pull it through the opening. Once it was unfettered, the organ immediately stiffened out to its full length and became granite hard.
Cindy rolled its foreskin back and palmed the moist, plushy head. That surface was the only part of the cock which wasn't iron-like.
She had a giddy urge to take the head of his penis in her mouth. Wouldn't that shock him! Also, it would tip him off that she had been with another man, she feared. She never wanted him to find out that.
Now his pecker was in the open, Don wasn't about to spend any more time feeling her. He didn't realize that it was his hastiness, both at this stage and after he was inside her, which kept her from attaining a full, blissful climax. Perhaps tonight they were on frank enough terms so that she could have explained to him what he was doing wrong and he would have taken the advice, but somehow she didn't want to do it.
She was thinking of the swaps which lay ahead.
She wanted to swap with the Carters-and with others, she believed.
He climbed on top of her, leaving his briefs on and letting his rigid prick protrude through the ,front of them. He positioned himself above her split, blonde-haired loins.
"Give me a good one, baby!" she exclaimed.
He grasped his tool in his hand, tilted it downward, and let it slide into her as far as it would go. He experienced the familiar scalp-lifting sensation which comes to the owner of a very rigid dick when he slides it into a tight, slick pussy.
He didn't slide it all the way. Cindy wasn't yet open or lathered enough. He drew back, plunged again, withdrew, and plunged a third time.
Easy ... easy! she wanted to tell him. But she held her tongue.
She thought of the swap coming up. She imagined that Don was Lee.
Don screwed her in his usual fashion, though he bore down a little harder, thinking that this would help. It didn't. In fact, it made matters worse, because he slid even farther off the button of her clitoris, which made it impossible for her to get the full, rich sensation she needed.
He went fast. She moved with him. He gazed at her face, hoping to read an indication there of how he was doing. She realized this and so she made faces which suggested intense passion. And she socked her cunt to him hard.
He came, jerking and spurting.
She forced a sigh.
"Did you get there?" he asked urgently, breathing hard. "Tell me the truth."
She was prompted to lie, then decided that would be a mistake.
"Almost, darling," she said, softening the truth as much as she could. She smiled at him. "It's all right." "Jesus, Cindy!" he wailed.
"Shhhh." She held his face between her hands and kissed it.
What did she care that she didn't make the grade tonight. She would make it with Lee, sure enough. Ooh, that Lee! If he wasn't a terrific stud she would certainly miss her guess!
Don was disconsolate as he climbed off his wife. He had achieved great physical satisfaction himself, but the fact that he hadn't brought her equal pleasure took the edge off the whole thing.
He was inclined to blame her, but now there was a germ of doubt about his own ability.
This doubt further fired his illicit urge to go ahead with the swap scheme.
All right! He WOULD have a talk with Tina. What harm could it do?
He thought again of Cindy with Lee.
Yes. He would go through with it.
IX
Don telephoned Tina the next morning from his office.
"Hi ... it's me," he said.
When that didn't bring any response, he added. "Don." "Ooh."
He hesitated. This was hardly the reaction he had expected from her. But after that nasty scene the other day, he couldn't blame her for being a little reticent.
He laughed awkwardly. "I hope nobody's still upset over what happened. I'm not. Though I'll admit I'm a little embarrassed. All the neighbors must be talking."
"What do you want, Don?" she asked point-blank. The turn-off was obvious.
"Hey, look ... You're not sore at me, are you?"
"Not sore. Just ... well, it was something of a mess, wasn't it?"
"Was that my fault?"
She suppressed a yawn. "Not entirely, I suppose. Why did you call?"
"Well, I thought it might be nice to talk."
"We can't see each other any more, Don. Lee would kill me if he caught us again."
"Would he really?"
"I'm afraid so. Oh. About your clothes ... I've bundled them, and you can pick them up sometime when Cindy isn't at home."
"Cindy knows."
"Oooh?" This was Tina's first sign of interest.
"That's why I called you." He hesitated. "Look ... Can't we get together for lunch maybe? I want to talk with you about something."
"Don, I said we can't," was her firm reply.
This wasn't very complimentary. Don's doubt about himself grew larger.
"Lee won't know."
"That's what we thought before."
"I just want to have lunch with you, Tina. I want to ... suggest something."
"What is it?"
"I can't talk about it over the phone. Actually, it was Cindy's idea."
Now Tina was really interested. But she remained reluctant to make a date.
"Tell me now," she said. "If we can talk on the phone at all, we ought to be able to say most anything."
"I want to be with you when we discuss this. Meet me at twelve-thirty in the restaurant of the Hotel Dexter. Will you?"
"Ooh, all right."
"Don't sound so grim. What I want to talk about should be good for all of us."
"Well, you've got my interest up. I have to admit that."
"See you at twelve-thirty, then." "All right."
At the appointed time, Don arrived in the Dexter restaurant. It was one of the smartest places downtown and busy during the lunch hour. He ate there quite often, and he had made a reservation for today.
The hostess showed him to a table, and he ordered a dry martini to sip while he waited.
After about ten minutes, he became afraid that perhaps Tina was going to stand him up. But she showed shortly thereafter. She was dressed up and looked very sharp.
The hostess showed her to Don's table. He stood and smiled broadly.
"Now, what is this all about?" was her rather crisp greeting as she sat down.
"Will you have a drink?" he asked.
"All right. Martini."
He gave the order to the girl who was waiting and asked for a second for himself-something which he rarely did.
Tina looked right at him. "Now please tell me the secret before I piss my pants."
At first he was afraid that she might have been overheard, and this embarrassed him. Then he elected to just relax and enjoy her sometimes shocking manner. He felt a little more free and easy than he used to, with an adulterous affair under his belt and the prospect of some mate-swapping in the future.
He grinned. "Okay. Somebody told Cindy about what happened the other day, and she confronted me with it last night. But she wasn't sore, as you might expect." "No?"
"What she told me was..."
The waitress arrived just then with the drinks, and Don stopped talking.
As soon as the girl had left, Tina asked, "What did Cindy tell you?"
"That she-are you ready for this? She would like to play around a little herself."
A wise smile slowly came over Tina's face, and she took a sip of her drink.
Now, what was that smirk for? he wondered.
"But the point is," he went on, "she thinks we ought to play around together-all four of us: You, Lee, Cindy and I."
"The four of us!"
"Yeah." Don was grinning. "A swap. You spend the night with me and Cindy with your husband. How does that strike you?"
She squinted. "Have you two ever swapped before?"
"Nope. Cindy was reading something the other day that gave her the idea, I guess. When she found out about you and me, she figured this was the time to spring the proposition. I have to admit, the idea's interesting." He took another slug of his drink. "What do you say?"
Tina didn't answer immediately. This was something that required a little thought before she committed herself.
She had heard of mate swaps, and she had been mildly stimulated by the idea. It wouldn't be like playing around behind Lee's back. It wouldn't be as much fun, she believed. But it would be better than a dull night at home.
The only thing was, she didn't take to the idea of spending a night with Don. He just didn't make it as a lover. God, it was no wonder Cindy wanted to swap!
And that was something else. Could she trust that blonde witch with her Lee?
Well, Lee had screwed around with lots of them. Cindy probably wouldn't drive him out of his head if none of the others had.
A swap would be an interesting experience. And once she and Lee were broken into it, he would probably want to do it some more, with other couples. That would mean new and different fun.
The sticking point was whether she could tolerate Don for an entire night.
"Well?" he pressed.
She studied him. Perhaps there was hope, if she handled him right. It might be fun to find out what she could do with him.
"The idea interests me, too," she said.
"Do you think Lee will go for it?"
Tina smirked. "You know him. What do you think?"
"Please. Don't remind me of our last meeting."
"I think he might be talked into it," she said.
"Will you try?"
She gave the matter some final consideration, then nodded her head.
Don grinned all over.
The idea had really taken hold of him by now. He was a little surprised how strongly it had, and he was surprised that he didn't care about Cindy sleeping with another man. In fact, he kept thinking of that in a definitely pleasurable way.
"A swap?" Lee repeated to his wife that evening, after she had sprung the idea.
"Mmmmmm," she purred and dropped onto his lap, her dark eyes glinting sexily. "Sounds groovy, doesn't it?"
"Well, that would depend."
"On what, lover?"
"On who we're going to swap with."
"How about blonde big-tits across the way?"
He leaned back to get a better look at her. "You mean Cindy Mitchell?"
"Mmmmmm-hmm." She watched him expectantly.
"Well, yeah!" He grinned. "I think I'd kinda like that."
"I thought you would," she purred, and added in a playfully-sharp tone, "stinker!"
"Oh, come on now. But what makes you think she would go for it?"
"I got the idea directly from her lips." She couldn't tell him Don had suggested it.
"No bull?"
"It's true. I think she has hot panties for you, lover."
"And you don't mind?"
"Well ... if I can have big Don..."
"That guy!" Lee glowered.
"Let bygones rest in peace, or whatever they say. The point is, Cindy knows he would go for it. She found out about Saturday."
"Well, I'm not surprised about that." Lee looked closely at his wife. "Do you really like this idea?"
She didn't dare seem too eager. She shrugged. "It would be all right-better than watching the late show."
"Mmmmmmmm." Lee was thinking of Cindy's large, rounded tits and wondering if she had real blonde hair between her legs.
Then he went on to think of Cindy's husband with
Tina again, driving his cock into the pussy which Lee owned.
"Shall I tell Cindy it's all right to set it up?" Tina asked.
Her husband nodded. "Okay."
Smiling warmly, she got off his lap. "What do you say we go to bed right now? I'm hot."
"Baby, I think that's a helluva good idea!" He swung his hand smartly and caught her across the firm, jiggly buttocks.
A few minutes later, they were in bed. Lee was stretched out on his back, and Tina was bending over his loins, her long black hair tickling his thighs and belly while her mouth worked lovingly on the head of his dong.
Man, this was the way for a wife to act! What a treatment!
He writhed gently against the mattress and thrust his cock as high as he could possibly make it go-nearly jamming it down Tina's throat as she gnawed and sucked on it, like a bitch with a big juicy bone.
Her hand was around his balls, milking at them.
She had never sucked Lee all the way to a climax before, but this time it was going to happen if she wasn't careful. He was dangerously close to the eruption point right now.
Tina kept chomping and sucking on the huge, swollen head of his dick, and she kept pulling on his pent-up balls. He writhed harder. Her tongue swabbed his cockhead. She groaned. Her saliva, mixed with his sex lubricant, streamed down the staff of his prick, into the hair at its base.
She began bobbing her head avidly. This was too much. He couldn't hold back any longer. He only hoped she didn't panic when she got a mouthful of his gooey cream.
The thought set him off and he jerked, growling ecstatically. The warm fluid rose in his stalk and bubbled forth from the tip of it, into her mouth, as he shuddered blissfully.
She ragged and gobbled. (What else could she do?) And she discovered that she enjoyed the thick, heated stream which slid down her throat, f She had thought of this many times and hadn't been sure if she would like it or not. Now she knew.)
She kept sucking noisily on him as he spurted and spurted, giving her every drop his balls had manufactured. Finally he lapsed against the red with a rattling sigh.
Jesus, that had been good!
Tina swallowed for a final time, sat up, and wiped her mouth with her hand. She smiled. "God ... oh, God..." he said.
"Darling, you're mighty tasty," she told him, and she flooped atop his body full-length, finding his mouth with hers.
They kissed, and he tasted his own come in her mouth.
After he had rested for a little while, he got down between Tina's legs, and carefully pried open the large lips of her cunt. He blew into the rcsy, moist pussy. Then, as she keened in pure enjoyment, he protruded his tongue and licked into that delicate, fleshy crevice.
She cried and twisted and let her long hair whip about the pillow. She massaged the top of her husband's scalp with her fingers and rubbed her hot, smooth thighs against his ears as he gobbled her honey with delight. The fact that he was delighted proved itself in his sexual organ, which quickly stiffened again to press sideways against the bed.
He brought Tina to a climax by twirling and tugging at her tingling clitty, then he surged atop her and ran his long cock all the way into her saturated chasm. He pumped it up and down, in and out of her slowly, stropping her clit every time.
She moaned and swiveled and pressed her eager loins up to him.
The bed sighed and creaked softly. Every once in a while the creaking would turn fast and frantic as he screwed her fiercely, then it would slow down again wh'le he returned to long, deliberate strokes that bumped the very bottom of her sexual well.
He alternated the fasts and the slows like that for quite a while and nearly drove Tina out of her sex-loving mind before he settled in to finish the job. stroking in and out of her at a steady pace without letup until she came, kicking and screaming.
He came in the next instant, jetting his semen deeply into her quim.
Tina had the thought that Cindy was a lucky girl to be able to get in on this.
Lee thought, Don Mitchell will be giving her the next injection. He shuddered pleasurably a final time as he thought of Don's prick where his was now.
X
Arrangements for the swap were made by Don with Tina. The scheme called for the two couples to meet in the cocktail lounge of a posh motel, far from the prying eyes of their neighbors. Don reserved two rooms, and he specified that they should be connecting. It would be more convenient that way, he told himself.
As they drove to the motel that Saturday afternoon, Don kept watching his wife covertly. He could hardly believe she was as blithe about this thing as she seemed. It was as if she were an old-time swapper, instead of a relatively inexperienced young woman who had never been to bed with any man except her husband.
He really had no doubt about this. Cindy just wasn't the type to screw around, even if she'd had the opportunity.
But he wouldn't have thought she was the type to engage in a swap, either. It was most puzzling.
When they reached the motel, Don went into the office alone to claim the reservations. He picked up the room keys and returned to the car, where Cindy was waiting. Together they entered the cocktail lounge and took a booth.
They didn't have to wait long before the Carters appeared. Both Tina and Lee were smiling, although there was a suggestion of tension in their manner.
Cindy hadn't run into Tina, nor had Don run into Lee since the preceding Saturday. All concerned had been using the back entrances of their apartments. This added to the tension which would have existed anyway in a first swap.
Don did his best to dispel it by standing up and grinning as he stuck out his hand. "Hi, Tina. Lee, I hope there are no bad feelings from the other day."
"Of course not, Don," the other man said, and shook hands with him.
"And you and I are friends?" Tina asked Cindy.
"Why shouldn't we be?" the pretty blonde replied. "Only good friends would agree to do what the four of us are going to do today ... and tonight."
They all took seats, and Don ordered a round of drinks.
The conversation was slow and awkward at first, but the liquor served as a lubricant, and it was aided by the realization that they were all there for the same purpose, all involved in the same illicit but exciting activity.
Soon they paired off-Don with Tina, Cindy with Lee. The new couples went to their respective rooms.
Cindy was tingling with anticipation. She felt sure she was about to receive the satisfaction she had long needed, and without the risk which was involved in picking up a stranger.
Lee knew he was going to get his kicks. All he had to do was look at this luscious young blonde to be certain of that.
Tina was no dog, but any man had to be some kind o fool, Lee thought, to trade off this pretty blonde for Tina ... or anyone.
As soon as he and Cindy were in the room with the door closed, he turned to her with a smile. "Well, tender friend...? " he murmured.
She walked up to him, her heart beating wildly.
"I'm not sure how this is done," he said smoothly. "Should we start out with a kiss?"
"That sounds fine," Cindy replied.
He took her in his arms, and her voluptuous young curves molded themselves against him. His arms were strong, and his lips definitely knew what they were doing when they clamped onto hers.
His tongue knew what it was doing, also. It slid forcefully into her, almost like a prick, and immediately she found herself sucking and nibbling at it as she moaned softly in her throat.
Lee caressed her plump but firm bottom. He did it gently and delicately at first, just passing his hand back and forth across the rounded buttocks. Cindy wore no girdle today, and her lush curves responded actively to his touch. But there was nothing loose about them. They trembled tautly through her close-fitting skirt and snug panties. The slip which she wore was so thin that it hardly counted for anything.
After brushing her buttocks lightly several times and enjoying the tense quiver of the mounds, Lee slid a hand around each of them and gripped them through her clothes. He squeezed and rolled them, one against the other.
Cindy nibbled harder at his pistoning, twisting tongue, and her own tongue fluttered frantically against his. She felt his cock tensing against her belly. She was very hot. Her pussy was becoming moist.
Slowly Lee pulled up her skirt and slip. Boldly and with complete shamelessness, he held her rumpled skirt and petticoat against the small of her back with one hand while, with the other, he petted her panty-clad ass. And to make this more delectable, he was able to watch what his hand was doing, for Cindy stood with her back to the dresser mirror. With her head tilted to the side in their kiss, he had an unobstructed view over her shoulder.
What a pretty ass she had in those clinging pink nylon panties! The elastics of the briefs canted upward across her full buttocks, and the nylon was so sheer that he could plainly see the cleft between the buttocks. He petted it through the panties, and he patted the luscious mounds, making them jiggle.
"Ooooh, what are you dooooing to me?" Cindy murmured as she took her mouth from his.
He told her, "I'm petting your ass, sweetheart. And a mighty pretty ass it is!"
His words fired her, and she wanted to keep the sexy talk going.
"Do you really think my ass is pretty?" she purred, nipping him along the neck.
"I think your ass is very, very pretty indeed," he crooned, still patting it. "It's so pretty, in fact, that I want to kiss it."
"Ooooh, Lee...! "
"Not only that, but I think I'd like to part these lovely cheeks..." He fondled them more boldly. " ... and run my prick in between them."
"Oh, noooh!" she was shocked.
He chuckled and kissed her. "I won't hurt you any more than you want to be hurt."
"I don't want to be hurt," she said firmly. "I want to be loved-nice."
"Loved?" he questioned, rubbing her buttocks around and around, making her very hot.
"Mmmmmrnm. Made love to," she amended.
"You can say it plainer than that," he husked.
She was wonderfully excited now. "Screwed?" she murmured breathlessly.
"How about some other words?" He slipped his hand inside her pants and began to caress her buttocks directly.
"Oooh ... laid!" she said.
"And?"
"Humped."
"And?" His fingertip was sliding up and down the satiny groove between her lush buttocks.
"Banged." Her cunt was running with excitement, and she felt as if she were flying.
He kept caressing her between the buttocks, firing her further.
"You can be more direct than that," he coaxed. "What do you want me to do to you?"
"Put your prick in my pussy," she breathed hotly into his ear.
"Oh, that's good! Just the way I want to hear it."
"You really want it?" he inquired as he tickled her anus with a fingertip.
"Ooh, God, yes! Screw me ... eat meeee!"
"Mmmmmm. An excellent idea, if I ever heard one."
He deftly turned her and backed her in the direction of the bed, letting her panty elastic snap back into place at her waist and her skirt and slip drop to cover her panties for the moment.
When her legs touched the side of the bed, Cindy let herself drop, with Lee's arms supporting her. She lay across the mattress.
Her nerves were thrumming. Her heart thudded. She was very moist between her legs.
God! She'd never been so excited in her life!
Lee quickly slid her skirt and pettislip up her thighs, and she lifted her butt to permit him to rumple the garments at her waist again. He gripped the top of her pretty pink panties and pulled them down, baring her adorable golden fluff.
He had hoped she would turn out to be a real blonde, and now he was immensely gratified. His excitement surged to greater heights.
He removed her shoes and the clingy nylon pants. He opened her legs wide.
Christ, what a luscious cunt!
It was rosy pink in its center, and moist with arousal. Above it, on her mound, she had a fine bush of golden hair. Along the sides of the pussy, the butter curls were more sparse, but a few trailed all the way down to her cute ass-hole.
Her thighs were full and lusciously creamy in tone, above the tops of her tightly drawn tan stockings. Garter straps held the hosiery firmly in place and proceeded up to a lacy white belt which encircled her middle just below her belly button.
Even Cindy's belly button was pretty.
She was luscious; the most screwable chick in every respect, and Lee yearned strongly to have at her.
But he'd have to eat her first. She wanted him to do that, and anyway, his own nature required it.
He dropped to his knees between her wide-spread thighs, and began by lifting her right leg. He held it between his hands and began to lick the ultra-smooth inner surface of it, just above the top of her stocking.
His tongue darted against that delightful inner thigh and stroked it. His lips and teeth nibbled the satiny flesh. Cindy's wonderful warmth and the heady fragrance of her honey-pot reached him, firing him on.
His fingers caressed her thigh as he kissed it.
She writhed. Oh, she had never been treated so delectably as this! She felt like an object truly adored.
Lee turned to her other thigh and lifted that one, beginning to tongue-wash its inner slope as he had its twin. He made no move to ungarter either of her stockings; he was perfectly happy to leave them one. Stockings and a garter belt enhanced a woman's natural loveliness, he felt.
Cindy was now in an extreme state of suspense. His adoring lips and tongue lid driven her nearly out of her mind with titillating delight, but they hadn't brought her close to the pay-off.
That was changed the moment he moved up to her pussy and parted its slippery, wet lips with his fingers. What a luscious scent drifted to his nostrils! How very, very excited she was!
Cindy's inner slit puckered, spasming wildly in anticipation of his tongue. She tossed her head, her eyes jammed tightly closed, her lips curling.
"Ooooh, God!" she cried. "Eat it! Please eat it!"
"Eat what, angel?" he husked loudly as he watched the little pussy quiver.
"My cunt!" she cried, "ooh, goddamn! Eat my cunt!"
He jammed his face into it, spreading the lips as wide as they would go and driving his tongue into the wet-velvet crevice. He slid his tongue in and out, in and out, driving her to the peak of ecstasy.
Her clit came in for a twirling as his busy tongue circled it, then swabbed across it again and again. The tongue dipped into her vagina once more, slid out and returned to her clit.
She screamed and came, bumping wildly against Lee's face.
He kept his mouth on her vulva, sucking and tonguing until her passion was totally spent. He swallowed the gushing honey which he gobbled up. then lifted his head to look at her.
Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open. She was breathing deeply and steadily. Except for the regular rise and fall of her chest, she didn't move. Her stockinged legs lolled, wide apart. Her pussy gleamed-wet, red and open.
Lee smiled in pleasure over the realization that he had pleased her so deeply. He got up and continued to watch her as he took off his clothes.
When he drew away his knitted briefs, his mighty cock stuck out and upward, quivering in the fullness of his desire.
He stepped to the edge of the bed and told Cindy gently, "If you'll sit up, I'll help you off with the rest of your clothes."
She stirred, but several seconds passed before she opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was his cock.
It was a beautiful cock-so long and thick, and with such a huge, swollen head on the end of it!
"Ooooh!" Cindy purred as she gazed at his prick.
"Want it?" he murmured.
"Yessss."
"Well, you don't get it," he chuckled. "Not yet. You're not excited enough. I'm afraid I pleased you a little too much with that cunnilingus."
"It was heavenly," she breathed, turning her loving eyes to his.
"Doesn't your husband do that for you?"
"Never."
"He's a jerk." "Don't say that."
"Sorry. But I can't help feeling that way about a man who doesn't appreciate such a tasty morsel as that luscious pussy of yours."
"Ohh, you make me hot just talking that way," she said.
He smiled, "I hope so. Now sit up, and we'll get those clothes off you."
She took his hands and rose to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He opened the top of her two-piece dress and she shrugged it off. Her bra was pink, with a white lace design superimposed on it. It fit her breasts snugly, and was cut low at the center, revealing the inner halves of the perfect globes.
"You have beautiful titties," Lee said.
She laughed. "You haven't seen them yet."
"I've seen enough to know they're beautiful. Poor Don."
"What?"
"My wife has hardly any tits at all." "Don't talk about Don and Tina." "Why?"
"I just don't want to think about him with her." Her hand reached out for Lee's rod and gently settled around it.
"I kinda like to think about what they're doing. He's probably on top of her, screwing away right now. His rod is sliding up and down in her little cunt..." Lee was almost carried away, for a moment.
"Please!" Cindy said, and let his cock go with a snap which set it bouncing.
"Okay. Okay. Here. Let me get your brassiere off."
She leaned forward and he bent to get hold of the fasteners on the back. He worked the hooks, and the bra opened. He drew it forward, bringing the ribbons off her shoulders and the cups away from her breasts.
"Aaaaaah," he said as her lush, pink-tipped titties stood nude.
"Do you really like them?"
"They're delicious-looking."
"What do you want to do with them?" she asked boldly.
As he studied them appreciatively, he said, "First I want to caress them all over. Then I want to lick them and pull at the nipples with my lips. After I've sucked them to my heart's content, I want to straddle your waist and lay my stiff cock in between those pretty boobs. Would you mind if I did that?"
Her eyes were misty. "No. Of course not."
Her gaze dropped to his cock, and once more her hand came out to curl around it. "Ooooh, he's so haaaard!" she said.
"The better to screw you with, my pretty."
"I just go wild when you talk dirty," she told him.
She grasped his cock fiercely and tried to pull it toward her. He let her do it, moving closer to the bed. She bowed her face toward the prick, and he realized with a happy surprise that she intended to take it into her mouth.
He stopped her, however, using his hands at her shoulders.
"Not yet," he whispered. "There'll be plenty of time for you to suck it."
She looked up at him: "Do you think it's awful of me to want to take it in my mouth?"
"No. It's natural."
"Is it?" She was surprised, because she'd always heard it was a perversion. "The sucking instinct is natural to all humans.
Grown men like to suck titties, don't they? Show me one who doesn't."
"I guess that's right," Cindy admitted.
"Why shouldn't grown ladies like to suck cocks?" Lee asked with a smile.
"You make everything sound so good!" she told him.
"How do I make things feel?" he asked, sliding a hand between her moist thighs and quickly tickling her pussy.
"Wonderful!" she exclaimed.
"Come on. Stand up. I want your skirt and slip off." She stood.
He opened the fasteners at the side of her skirt and pulled this garment down, along with her skimpy slip. He held them and she supported herself on his shoulders as she stepped clear.
Now she stood before him in just the lacy garter belt and sheer hose. He was completely nude, his huge cock saluting.
"Turn around," he requested. "Slowly."
She turned for him, proud that he should want to inspect her. The sense of pride was accompanied by a rising heat which told her she would be ready for coitus in a very few minutes.
He watched her taut, plump buttocks move as she walked in a little circle. He watched her titties quiver. Those bulbs jutted right out from her chest, full yet marvelously erect.
God, he thought, if only Tina sported a set like that!
Cindy stopped as she faced away from him, and she smiled over her shoulder. "How am I?" she asked teasingly.
"Very beautiful. No. Beautiful isn't the word. Voluptuous. And fresh. Thoroughly delightful."
"You know, you're going to spoil me completely if you keep talking like that." "I couldn't spoil you," he said.
He was gazing at her ass. "Lie down on your stomach, will you?"
She'd been hoping that he hadn't forgotten his promise to kiss her back there. It was a sinful thought, to be sure, but one that appealed to her strongly.
Happily she complied with his request. She kept her legs together once she got settled, and her luscious buttocks mounded high.
Lee gazed at them and found them particularly delightful in the picture frame formed by her garter belt and stocking tops.
Now he moved to the bed and got down on his knees atop it. He placed his hand on Cindy's buttocks and shimmied them lightly. The flesh rolled beneath his palms and fingers.
He gave the buttocks a smart little spank, and they vibrated.
"Ooow!" Cindy complained, looking at him over her shoulder. "You don't dig that?" he asked.
"Noooh. Just love them," she murmured sexily, and looked at him from beneath lowered lids.
He smiled and dropped to a lower position, supporting himself on his elbows. His face was just above her bottom now. He bracketed one buttock between his wide-spread thumb and fingers. He squeezed it a little and brought his parted lips against the bulging flesh.
He scraped Cindy's butt-cheek with the edges of his teeth, swabbed it with his tongue, and let his parted lips roam around on the satin flesh. "Ooooh, that's nice!" she exclaimed.
He moved to the other buttock and loved that in the same manner.
She was very hot now. Her pussy was streaming love-juice again.
Lee lifted his face from her lush fanny and gripped both cheeks, with his thumbs underneath them and his fingers extended upward along their flanks. He squeezed, pinching the buttocks open.
Cindy sighed in delirious pleasure, for she knew he was looking at her ass-hole.
"Very pretty," he murmured; and it was. It was a pink little star.
He leaned closer. She felt his hot breath in her crack.
"Oooooh, Lee-lover..." she purred.
Then he went all the way, pressing his face between her buttocks and licking at the ass-hole with his tongue swabbing it, moistening it, letting the tip of his tongue burrow into the pucker of flesh.
Cindy sobbed and gripped the bedclothes with her fists. Her butt bounded against his face, almost suffocating him in its crack, until finally he raised his head.
Now she had to do something very nice for him. She had to do it whether he wanted it or not, although she was sure he would want it now.
She twisted onto her side and sat up.
"Lie down ... lie down," she breathed excitedly, and helped him get into that position.
She gripped his swaying cock, which was huger and harder than ever, if that was possible. She lowered her face to it, opening her pretty mouth wide. Her pink lipstick gleamed dully.
Lee watched and felt her lips surround the head of his pecker, and he experienced all the enjoyment-both physical and psychological-that a man can know at such an exquisite time.
Cindy wasn't bashful about the way she took his cock. She fitted her mouth down over it as far as she possibly could, and its blunt head bunted her palate. Her lips were snug around the shaft, well below the glans, and she sucked as her tongue stirred against the throbbing prick.
Her hand slid down around his hairy balls and took hold of them gently. She moved her mouth on him.
Lee jammed his cock upward, screwing it into her sliding, sucking mouth.
Suddenly he reached down and gripped her shoulders, throwing her off him.
She rolled onto her back, her eyes dreamy and her lips moist and puffed. She opened her thighs wide and waited for his plunging prick.
He wasted no time scrambling atop her and running the hot cock deep into her lathered loins.
It felt as good as Cindy had known it would, and she began immediately to screw with him, bobbing her hips as he stroked his slippery, fat pecker in and out. He did it just the way she liked-slowly, steadily, deeply and with lots of force, but not so hard that it hurt her.
He grunted and bared his teeth. He stayed up on his arms so he could watch her face as he pistoned his cock in and out of her cunt.
It was grand.
She came more quickly than usual, because the building (even allowing for the fact that she'd come once already) had aroused her greatly. His tonguing of her ass-hole had been a superb new thrill, and sucking his cock had given her almost as much pleasure as it had afforded him.
Now she seemed to explode in all directions as ripples of exquisite delight went through her body from head to toes. She stuck her legs in the air and wide apart. She sobbed joyously.
Lee kept pumping until finally he too was caught up by the need to release his charge. And release it he did, vigorously shaking as his hot sauce poured into her, filling her cunt and oozing up around his sunken rod to spill down her crotch and through her honey hair.
The first wild, long-lasting session was no disappointment to either of them. In fact, it was more satisfying than either had hoped.
But they had the entire night ahead of them, during which they could experience many more delights ... as long as their vitality held out.
For a moment, they lapsed into a warm embrace in the center of the bed, needing rest to restore the strength they'd expended.
XI
Events developed a little differently in the other room.
Tina had made up her mind that since she and Don had a long night to spend together, she was going to get him off on the right foot at the beginning. No more bunny-rabbit screws. Her nerves would be a mess by morning if he were to come on like that all night.
So as not to get him too excited too quickly, she said as soon as they had entered the room, "Why don't you get undressed in the bathroom, and I'll take my clothes off in here. Then I can slip into bed and wait for you."
"Well ... sure, if that's what you'd like."
Tina smiled to herself. He was starting off with the right attitude, anyway.
As he headed for the bathroom, she said, "Don't come out until I call and tell you it's all right."
"Why do we have to be so formal?" he asked.
"Never mind. I just like it better this way."
He nodded agreement, and disappeared.
She immediately moved to the windows and closed the drapes, reducing the light in the room to a pleasant dimness, and making certain, at the same time, that none of what happened could be seen from outside.
She began to get undressed.
In the bathroom, Don took his clothes off quickly. His thoughts were divided between Tina, who was getting naked in the next room, and Cindy, who was in the adjoining suite with Lee.
What was Lee doing to her now? Don wondered. Did he have her down on the bed yet? Was he slipping off her pants ... parting her legs ... climbing atop her? Was he perhaps already sliding his stiff cock into her cunt?
The thought caused Don's own cock to thicken and rise.
He wondered about that, but only in passing. Tina was his main concern at the moment.
When he was naked, he stood close to the door and waited to hear Tina's invitation to enter. He looked down at himself. His pecker was up-not quite stiff, but very close to it.
He waited a few more seconds, then called, "Tina? Can I come out?"
The svelte brunette was just ungartering her stockings. "Don't be so eager," she called back. "Give me another minute or so."
He sighed, turned and sat down on the lid of the toilet.
In the bedroom, Tina took off her second stocking, then stripped her garter belt away. She wore a black bra and matching bikini briefs.
She unhooked the bra and shrugged out of it, her small tits quivering. She gripped the top of her panties and whisked them down. She stepped from them and placed bra and briefs on a chair with her slip, stockings and garter belt. Her dress lay over the back of the chair.
She moved to the bed, folded down the spread and turned the covers back, then slid in between the cool sheets.
"All right, Don," she called as she arranged her black hair on the pillow.
The bathroom door opened and he emerged, totally nude. His penis was soft now, and it swung as he moved toward the bed.
She noted the fact of his softness with approval. At least he hadn't been in there picturing her and getting all worked up in advance.
"You sure like to keep a guy waiting." he complained.
"It's better when you don't hurry too much," she said.
She sounds just like Cindy, Don commented to himself. He turned back the sheet and climbed into bed beside her.
He took her into his arms, and she rolled against him compliantly. Their lips merged. Her tongue fluttered against his lips and sank moistly into his mouth. He growled and gripped her more tightly.
His rod began to rise.
He toyed with her tits while they kissed, and his erection became stiffly demanding. He slid his hand to her loins, fluffing the thick hair on her mound. He sought to part her legs, but she held them together.
He stopped kissing and looked at her. "Open up, honey," he said.
"Not yet."
He leaned farther back so he could study her face. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing. I just don't want to rush through this."
"But we're here to do it, aren't we?"
"Oh, we'll do it; don't worry. We'll do it a lot, I hope. But we're not going to break our necks to get it over with each time. Play with my breasts a little."
"Okay," he said with a sigh. He decided to indulge her whims for a while.
He passed his hand back and forth across the firm, small titties, and the nipples rose to jut arrogantly out and upward. He caught one between his thumb and finger and twisted it.
"That's good!" she breathed hotly. "Do it some more."
He did it some more.
"Harder," she directed.
He pinched the nipple harder, and it seemed to swell to greater stiffness in his grip.
"Now bite it!" she commanded.
"You mean suck don't you?" he murmured as he bent his head.
"No! Bite! Just don't bite it off," she added with a hiss.
He put his mouth around the straining, stiff nipple and placed his teeth gently against it.
"That's not biting!" she complained. "Chew at it!" He bore down a little on the firm, rubbery stem. "More!" she demanded. "Bite, you sissy!" He bit her hard. "Oooooooow!"
He raised his head. "Too hard?" "Noooh! Oooh, noooh! Do that some more. Bite it hard!"
He placed his mouth on the tit again, and bit the nipple as hard as before. Her hand gripped his rod hotly. He went to the other tit and bit that one.
She writhed against his mouth, keening intensely.
His hand slid to her loins. He found her legs loosely parted this time, and he could get between them. Her cunt was hot and moist as he stroked one finger in and out.
He raised his head from her breast and tried to push her legs farther apart.
"What are you doing?" she asked, stiffening to trap his hand between her thighs.
"Goddamn it, I want you!"
"Sure you do, sweetie," she purred. "But let's take it slow and easy, hm? Kiss me some more now. Farther down."
"What?"
"Farther down." Her dark eyes twinkled. "You know."
He looked at her for a moment, fearing that he did know what she was getting at. If it was what he thought it was, she was in for a disappointment. He was no queer. But he would kiss her a little around the belly button, if that would help.
He shifted down, pushing the sheet off both of them, and browsed with parted lips on the smooth, firm plane of her belly. She didn't have the little curve that Cindy had there; Tina was as straight up and down as a person could be.
He raised his head and went to work with his hand at her thighs again, but she still wouldn't open herself to him.
"Hey, what in hell is this?" he exploded. "Am I going to have to rape you?"
She giggled. "That would be fun. But not now. You'd go off too fast, I'm afraid."
"Then open up."
"No, Don. You're not through kissing me yet." "Now, look. If you're hinting that you want me to ... to..." "Yes?"
"Well, I'm not going to do it!" He was angry. "All right!" Her eyes twinkled. "Then I won't do you."
"You mean . you would...? "
"I would if you would."
The thought thrilled him. But if it meant he'd have to get down into her mush swamp and root around, forget it. He was no pervert!
"Just open your legs," he said, in a tone that showed he meant business. '
"Well, take it slow and easy," she warned as she complied with his demand. "If you don't give me a climax this time, I'm gonna be sore.
He hardly heard her. It was enough that her thighs were open and that the way was clear for him to sink his pulsating peter into her quim.
This he did immediately, and sank it deep on the initial thrust. She locked her legs around the backs of his thighs. He withdrew, and she exerted herself against his thighs strongly, to try to force him to sink his prick deeply again.
It worked, and she held herself against him, her pussy pulsing around his rod.
"That's good!" she cried. "Keep moving it slowly."
He pulled and thrust, pulled and thrust, slowly, deliberately, making a conscious effort to comply with her demand. But then the voluptuousness of the motion got to him, and through the rosy haze there drifted the thought of Lee with Cindy ... screwing her as he was screwing Lee's wife.
He began to rear and thrust rapidly. "Oooh, noooh!" Tina cried.
But it was too late to exert any control over what was happening. Don had already entered the final phase, and was pistoning swiftly.
He came, squirting his hot juice into her chasm, and she was nowhere near a finish. She groaned in frustration, letting her legs slide away from his. "Goddamn you!" she cried.
"Wh-what's the matter?" he asked f pidly, raising his head.
"You ought to know. You fouled me up again. I didn't get there."
"Well, that's tough." He didn't seem interested. "We can try it again later."
"There won't be any later," she said. "I'm getting out of here."
She got off the bed and swept her clothing off the chair. She carried it into the bathroom.
Don sat up and stared after her in amazement. Could he have been that bad? Ridiculous! It had to have been her fault, not his.
Women! What did they expect from a man, anyway?
When he was single, he hadn't been aware that they were so demanding. But he'd had experience with only two, and one of them was a prostitute; the other had wanted to marry him, and perhaps she hadn't revealed her true attitude lest she spoil her chances to become his wife. She may have figured she could change him after they were married.
Mmmmmrnm. He had never really thought about it much. He had always just assumed he was a good lover. He was well enough built. He knew that.
Damn it, he was a good lover! It wasn't his fault if the bitches didn't appreciate him.
Tina took her time in the bathroom. Don remained on the bed, with the covers pulled over him. He thought Tina was bluffing when she'd said she was going to leave-but what was she doing in there all this time?
When finally she opened the door, she was fully dressed.
"Hey!" He sat up. "You're not really going to walk out. . . "
"The devil I'm not," she snapped, and crossed the room to the door which connected their unit to the one occupied by Lee and Cindy.
At that moment, the other couple was sprawled nude on the bed, and Lee was fulfilling his promise to make passionate love to Cindy's breasts. He was holding the luscious tits close together by pressing his hands against their outer sides, and he licked back and forth across them, swabbing the tingling, stuck-up nipples.
Without warning, the door opened and Tina strode into the room.
Cindy gasped and tried to cover up, but a new surge of excitement went through her at the same time.
Lee raised his face from her breasts and stared at his wife. "Don't tell me Don hasn't gotten the clothes off you yet!"
"Oh, yes. We've done it, and I've had it. Come on. Let's go home." Her eyes swept Cindy's lush form jealously.
"But, hell ... we're here for the night." "No, we're not. I'm not going to stay a minute longer."
Lee turned and got up from the bed. His cock, which had been hard, slumped a little, but it retained a sizable length and thickness.
"Come on," he said as he gripped his wife's arm.
"Whatever the trouble is, we're going to work it out." Pulling Tina along, he started for the open door to the other room.
Cindy sat up and stared after them.
Don was still in bed and covered when Lee and Tina entered. He gazed at Lee's impressive nakedness.
Lee grinned. "Now, what the hell happened in here? Tina wants to break up the party, but Cindy and I have just gotten started."
"Don't ask me," Don said, glaring at Tina bitterly.
"Well?" Lee turned to her. -
"I just want to leave," she declared, coloring slightly. "I'm not going to talk about it."
"Well, we're not going to leave yet," Lee said firmly. Then he turned and called, "Cindy! Come on in here."
He grinned at Don. "We wanted a party, so let's have a real party-all of us in the same room."
"Lee, I warn you..." Tina said.
"You warn me, shit! Are you gonna take off those clothes, or am I gonna rip 'em off you?"
"Lee!"
"I mean it. Start stripping."
Cindy arrived in the doorway at that moment, coyly holding an arm across her breasts and her other hand in front of her bushy blonde loins.
"Come on in," Lee told her.
She gazed at Don in the bed, and he looked back at her uncertainly.
But there was nothing uncertain about the way Lee went after his wife, unfastening her clothes and tearing them off her.
"All right!" she cried. "I'll do it!"
He let her finish the job as he said to Don and Cindy, "Let's all use the same bed. That is, if nobody has any objections."
Don didn't. He was stimulated by the idea. In fact, this more than offset the embarrassment he felt.
Cindy experienced a warm glow over exhibiting her nakedness to everyone at the same time. She dropped the concealing hands she had placed in front of her.
Don couldn't seem to keep his eyes off Lee's sex equipment, and he kept thinking of the fact that it had been inside Cindy.
For his part, Lee wanted to perform on the same bed with Don. He wanted to screw Cindy while Don watched, and he wanted to see Don with Tina. He wondered what the trouble had been between them. Well, he'd most-likely find out very soon.
Tina had only to remove her panties now, and all four swappers would be stark naked.
Then they'd really make the bed bounce!
XII
They began to roll and tumble, Lee again going after Cindy, and Don after Tina.
But Don was obsessed with the fact of Lee's presence, and his gaze kept turning to Lee and Cindy. Look at him lick her nipples! Now he's petting her between the legs.
As Lee and Cindy flopped passionately, their arms and legs bumped or brushed the other two. Tina lay on her back, more or less beneath Don, waiting for him to step up the action.
"Well, are you gonna watch them, or are you gonna screw me?" She demanded finally.
Suddenly he hated her. He didn't want to screw her. He didn't even want to touch her.
"What's the matter?" she asked as he hesitated.
"Nothing."
"Yes, there is," she insisted. "You act like I'm poison, and all you're interested in is them."
"Quit crabbing, Tina," Lee mumbled against Cindy's squirming, aroused flesh as he kissed her passionately and caressed her golden muff.
"Well, I think I've got something to crab about!"
She glared at Don, and all he could seem to do was to glare back. He had no hard-on and no desire to acquire one, which made the matter pretty conclusive.
"No wonder you couldn't keep your wife happy," Tina ranted on.
"What?"
"No wonder she had to entertain magazine salesmen while you were at work!"
Don pushed himself up on his knees, unable to believe what he'd heard. But Cindy had heard it also, and when he looked at her, her tortured blue eyes told him it was true.
Her sudden stiffness forced Lee to stop making love to her. He lifted his head.
"There was somebody else before this?" Don asked his wife. "Before tonight?" Her look had given him the answer before he asked the question, but he had to have it confirmed.
"Yes," she said, her lips trembling.
"And the reason was that I didn't satisfy you?"
"Yes."
Lee looked from one of them to the other. Tina smiled grimly.
"Goddamn," Don growled. He backed off the bed. "Come on," Tina said to her husband. "Let's get out of here."
Lee glanced at Cindy, then at Don. "No. I'm not going to leave things like this."
"What can we do?" Tina demanded. "They've got to work it out themselves."
"You sure as hell haven't done much to help them," he snapped.
"Listen ... if you'd had to put up with what I just did. you wouldn't he very charitable either. That guy couldn't satisfy a woman to save his life." She gestured angrily at Don.
Lee looked at him in a new light.
Don backed up, shrinking under the scrutiny of everyone. He felt as if his whole world had caved in during the last half-hour.
Lee got off the bed and walked over to him. "I'm sorry," he said sincerely.
Don trembled a little and held the other man's gaze. In that moment, everything seemed to come clear to him.
"Don ... we'd better go home," Cindy said from the bed.
"No. Let's not break up the party," Lee suggested, still looking at Don. "Why don't you girls go into the other room for a while? Don and I want to talk. I think we can get things straightened out."
"Well, I'm all for leaving," Tina sniffed as she got up.
"Shut your stupid mouth," Lee growled without glancing at her. He continued to gaze into Don's eyes.
To Don what was happening was almost eerie. But he didn't want to stop it. He felt as if this was something he'd always wanted. There had been fleeting moments, in the past, when he had suspected it. Now he knew.
Tina and Cindy went into the other room. "Sorry, kid," Tina said as soon as the door was closed, "but I couldn't help exploding in there. Don really gave me an awful time. I know what you've been going through with him."
"If he was so bad, why did you entertain him in your apartment?" Cindy snapped back.
"I thought the first failure was a fluke. I thought he'd improve. But he got worse. Tonight he was impossible. And when the four of us were together, all he seemed interested in was you and Lee. He kept watching Lee make love to you."
"Tina, I think all this was a mistake."
"Maybe it was," Tina admitted. "But it was your idea, or so Don said."
"Yes."
"I didn't mean to tell him what I saw that day-you and the magazine salesman."
"It's all right," Cindy said. "He was bound to know sooner or later."
She felt sick. Not that everything was out in the open, she couldn't see herself continuing to live with Don.
If she had seen what was happening in the other bedroom at that moment, Cindy would have been certain that their future was hopeless. For Lee had guided Don to the bed, and Don had gone willingly.
Lee had had some experiences with other men before marrying Tina. He thought he'd put all that behind him, but Don had reawakened the past.
They sank to the bed together.
When Lee sought to kiss him, Don went along with it. At the touch of the other man's lips, all of Don's resistance seemed to dissolve. He clung to Lee hungrily, and they kissed with intense passion, their tongues stroking and reaching deep into each other's mouths.
Don's cock came up.
"Have you ... ever done this?" Lee gasped excitedly. "No," Don breathed. "Do you want to?"
"What do you think?" Don asked, and carried the other man's hand to his straining, pulsing cock.
It took a while to straighten the threads of four tangled lives, but eventually it was done.
Looking back on the swapping experience, Cindy had to admit that it had produced consequences which had been impossible to foresee. If she'd known how it would turn out, she probably wouldn't have dared to go through with it. But in the final analysis, it had proved to be a good thing.
Don and Lee were living together.
Tina had left town.
And Cindy, at last, had found a man who appreciated her-a man who could truly make her happy. His name was Jack Damson, and he worked in the office where Cindy had taken a job after she went out on her own. On their first date, he had kissed her goodnight. On the second, they sat in his car, parked under the stars, and he petted her thrillingly while their mouths silently spoke love and passion to each other.
On the third date, she went with him to his apartment. He slowly removed the clothes from her yearning body, and his hands spread fire to every inch of her tortured flesh.
His fingers were deft at her nipples, twirling and tugging them, making them stand up big and full, tingling for his kiss. When his mouth closed around one of her eager buds, she felt the exquisite sensation through every cell and fiber of her being. His moist, warm mouth drew gently as his tongue teased the throbbing titty-tip. lashing and bending it this way and that.
He slid her panties from her hips, and his fingertips meandered into the silken fluff which adorned her burning cunt. She spread her legs eagerly, and his fingers parted the moist lips of her vulva. The small, inner lips were even more moist, and they tingled madly as his fingertips manipulated them.
He seemed to know exactly what to do to give her the most perfect sensation.
Now he opened the flower of her cunt and slid lower on her body, kissing and licking until his mouth was in her adorable love garden, approaching the quivering petals of her vulva.
He kissed it fully and warmly ... and deeply, as his tongue sank into her vaginal channel again and again. She moaned and writhed. Her hand groped blindly for his cock and found it big and full, bursting with desire for her.
"Take me. Oh, darling, take me!" she implored him.
He was quick to mount her, and his massive prick slid deep into her pussy, filling her with his throbbing manhood.
"Oh, screw me good!" she moaned. "I need it so!" He screwed her more thoroughly and more thrillingly than she had ever known. His magnificent rod seemed to reach the very bottom of her well on every thrust; then it would slide nearly all the way out. only to come powering in again steadily, forcefully, rubbing her erect, tingling clitoris on each stroke.
Cindy moved with him, twisting her eager twat and pressing it up and forward to sheath his cock to the very base. She felt his balls crash against her.
He took time to maul her luscious, hobbling tits as he screwed her. He even twisted his head once or twice to suck up a tingling nipple and lash it with his tongue as his prick continued to move in her pussy.
He took all the time in the world with her. His endurance seemed unlimited. She felt herself climbing inch by breathless inch, inexorably closer to the prize which shimmered at the crest of passion.
She reached it, grasping eagerly, and only then did Jack unleash the final flurry of rapid strokes, rounding out her orgasm and making it full, deep and blissfully satisfying.
She knew now that she had found the man she'd always wanted.
He seemed to feel the same way, for he asked her to marry him. Two weeks later, they were man and wife.
There were two things Cindy was sure of about this marriage: one, she wanted to start having babies right away; and, two, she never wanted to swap Jack for any other women's husband, or give him the opportunity to make it with another man's wife.
She loved him too much, and when two people felt that kind of love for each other, and knew that kind of completeness, swapping offered no lure. What could it give them that they didn't already have?
Jack gave every indication of feeling the same way-though swapping, of course, was never discussed during the early days of their marriage.
