Mona was warm and understanding, beautiful and sexy in the best possible way. She and her husband, Ward, would have had a nearly perfect relationship if Mona hadn't begun to yearn for something beyond the habitual bedside antics of their daily lives.
In addition to that-and perhaps most significant, Ward was plagued with money problems that threatened their happiness. In bed, with his cock stuck up Mona's cunt or her tight little ass, the fear of bankruptcy spoiled his sexual performance.
Linda, Mona's redheaded, sexy next-door neighbor, walked into Mona's kitchen one morning with an idea for a solution. After prying into Mona's sex life, Linda suggested that Mona begin "taking on customers."
Horrified at the suggestion, Mona reconsidered, and that's when the swinging, swapping fun began. Moving from prick to prick, Mona cultivated customers and spread her thighs in order to enjoy the income such sexual deviation brought.
But she wasn't the only one. Ward did a little playing around on the side, too-to which Eva Blanding, his boss' wife, would readily testify. Sharon, the slender-thighed nymph who always got her way with men's pricks, could also attest to Ward's passion in and out of bed.
Linda banded together with Mona in the new, booming swapping business, and they managed to build up a clientele that included Ted and Dave, two young swingers who had their full manhood at their fingertips, and didn't hesitate to hand it out.
But the sexual gaming didn't stop there. Mona explored the taste-tempting delights of Fay Darrow, too, and found that she was cultivating a taste for nearly everything.
It was only when Ward insisted that the game-playing stop that Mona regained some semblance of sanity in her wild, lust-searching adventures.
CHAPTER ONE
Mona was disappointed. She got out of bed, went to the bathroom, washed herself, and walked back to the bedroom. She found her husband standing by the window, looking out at nothing in particular. She walked over to his side, slipped an arm around his waist, and hugged him for few minutes.
"What is it, dear?" Her voice was low. It was one o'clock in the morning.
"Nothing. There's nothing wrong." The reply was curt and cold. Ward Hardy was twenty-five years old, handsome, with a beautiful head of dark-brown hair. He worked for an advertising agency-and he worked very hard.
"I know something has to be bothering you, Ward. You left me high and dry tonight. You've always been considerate when it comes to making love. But tonight ... well, I know something is wrong. You've never disappointed me before." Mona hoped to herself that there was no whine in her voice. Still, it had to be settled.
"I'm sorry, Mona." He was staring at her, his eyes vacant and troubled. On an impulse, he hugged her to him and kissed her gently on the neck. He could smell the jasmine in her hair and on her dark Italian skin.
"Darling, you've got to tell me what's troubling you. Please tell me what's wrong." In a way, Mona was the perfect wife. She was warm and sexy-yet very understanding. At the moment, though, she felt she had for force the issue.
"It's the same old thing, Mona." Ward looked down at his lovely wife and tried to force a smile.
She looked lovely in the moonlight, the silver glow playing with the high points of her naked body. He felt a rush of desire. But Mona moved away from his quickly.
"Is it money again?" Her voice was hard.
"Yes-I thought you would guess. Mona, you know we're living beyond our means. I mean ... there's the mortgage on the house, the new car-the whole thing. We can't keep it all up. I try to forget it, at least while we're making love, but it keeps coming back into my mind." There was no questioning the tone of sincerity in his voice. He really meant what he was saying.
"Ward, you simply have to understand it. A lot of people live beyond their means. We need these things; they are important to us. You can't make yourself sick over money. You mustn't let it bother you ... in the bedroom, especially. Why do you want to deprive me of my most special pleasure?"
"I really am sorry, Mona." Again, the sincerity in his voice was apparent.
She squeezed his cock and felt the response. He was getting hard. She knew she would soon have him back in bed.
"Let's go back to bed, darling." She took his balls in her hands and played with them for a moment. Ward responded totally. In seconds they were in bed and he was playing with her back, rubbing his hands over her ass.
"Oh, Ward, make me come. I want it so bad. Suck me off, darling."
Ward let his tongue sweep over the surface of her oval-shaped cunt. His tongue delved inside, swished about, touching the tender walls, making the flesh secrete love juice. He found the man in the boat and sucked it between his lips.
She moaned when she felt his lips sucking on her clitoris. She mashed her pussy against his mouth. "Eat it," she cried. She took his hands and placed them on her tits. "Play with the nipples. Eat my pussy. Make me come. I want to come in your mouth."
Her body swayed and her breasts bobbed. She was approaching the brink of passion. Soon she would go sliding over, tumbling head over heels, her body feeling the terrific rush of completion. Soon. Soon. Very soon. "Come on," she screamed.
He twisted her nipples and sucked her cunt and he bit the tender meat as she creamed into his mouth. He pushed her off him, his cock hard and stiff, ready for action. He put her on her back and mounted her. She took his prick and guided it to the pussy opening. His hips moved and his dick flew into the cunt hole, his balls banging against the crack of her ass.
He squeezed her tits as his dick moved in and out of her cunt. He felt the juices fresh from her climax and it was warm against the flesh of his prick.
Her ass moved, wiggled, pivoted, helping him. He groaned, bit her neck, and flooded her cunt with come juice.
She ran her slender fingers through his brown hair. "That was much better," she said. "I love to do these things with you," she said, running her hand across his chest.
"What things?" he teased.
"Oh, you know." She pouted.
"Tell me."
"I love it when you suck my pussy," she said. "I love to come in your mouth. And I love it when you fuck me. Your big thing inside me makes me delirious. I'm crazy about everything. Everything."
"I like the things you do for me," he said.
Her nail scraped at his nipple. '. 'What things?"
"The usual."
"Oh, you." She made a face.
"The way you blow me," he said. "The way you lick around the head of my prick. The way you lick at the glans. I love that very much."
"I know exactly what's good for you," she said seriously.
"Yes, I know." He toyed with her breasts. "Sometimes you get on top of me and fuck me. I like that. It's like being raped. And you let me do whatever I want."
"For example?"
He tweaked her nipples. "When I want you in a very novel way, you don't object."
She loved the way he was playing with her nipples. "A novel way?" she said. She knew what he was talking about. "I don't know what you mean."
"Oh, yes you do."
"No. Really, Ward. Tell me." Her voice was low.
"I want my cock in your ass." He kept his voice firm and low.
"Do you really like it that way?"
"You know I do, Mona." There was an insistency in his tone.
Mona grinned. "You mean, Darling, that you would rather put it in the back than in the front? Is that where your cock is happiest? Is that what it really wants?"
"That's a question that's hard to answer, Mona. I like doing it both ways with you. I guess it's just a question of variety. You know-one time one way, the next time the other. That's all."
"Come and kiss me." Her voice was low and sexy. She was going to have him, no matter which way he wanted it.
He kissed her, running his tongue deep into her mouth. She responded fully, taking in his tongue, sucking on it.
"Isn't it nice like this?" She used her sexiest voice to ask the question.
"Um-hmm. It's nice." He had his face buried in her. He was really enjoying it.
"Are you worried about money, now?" Her hands caressed his shoulders.
He blew out his breath. "I wish you hadn't said that."
"Ward, you'll spoil everything." It was her turn to be sincere.
"I can't help it. We seem to be getting deeper and deeper in debt. It bothers me constantly, even at work."
"But, Ward, look what's happening to us. You failed me before. You didn't even wait for me to come. You just shot off in me, leaving me high and dry." Now there was a whine in her tone.
"I made up for it, didn't I?"
"Of course, you did, darling. But that's not the point. Our marriage will suffer because you worry so much about money matters. Everything will turn out all right."
"Famous last words," Ward grunted.
"But there's nothing we can do about it," she tried to point out. "We need extra money coming in and there's no way of getting it. I've tried to cut down on things but you insist I buy new dresses and things every time we go out with your boss and his wife. You tell me that yourself."
"Sometimes I wish some old rich relative would die and leave us a pile of cash," Ward said.
"That's a horrible thing to say."
"I know. But I can't help it."
"We'll be all right. You'll see."
"Are you going to pray for a miracle?" he asked, trying to keep from being sarcastic.
"Can't you ask Ed for a raise? He knows you're his best idea man in the agency."
"I got a raise less than a year ago," Ward pointed out.
"I'll bet if you played up to Ed's wife, Eva, she'd see to it that-"
"Are you crazy?" Ward said, scowling.
"She--likes you." Mona's voice was hard now. "You'd have to be blind not to see that. If you want to know, I think she--likes you too much. I'm surprised Ed can't see that. But they say that husbands are the last to know."
"You're talking rubbish." Ward was growling out his words. "There's nothing between Eva and me. There never was. You're just playing the 'injured wife' role. I won't have it."
"I didn't say there was anything between you. I know you've never slept with her. You're a faithful husband; I've never doubted that. I love you very much, Ward. But that doesn't mean that you could be above playing up to her."
"How would you like it if I asked you to play up to Ed? How would you feel?"
Mona's voice was cool. "If I thought it would be to our advantage, I think I would."
At that moment, he tuned her over hard and firm and slapped her sharply on her ass.
"I don't want to ever hear that again!" His voice was like ice.
"That hurt, Ward." There were tears in her eyes and her voice was breaking.
"What do you think I am, Mona? A male whore?"
She thought for a moment and her whole mood changed. "Ward, I'll be the whore. You be my pimp. How's that?"
Something in her tone relaxed him. "You've got a nice sweet ass." He ran his hand over it.
"You getting ideas?" She kept her tone light.
"Could be."
"Well, anything is better than brooding about money."
He positioned himself over her, the head of his cock knocking at her back door.
"Use some lubrication," she pleaded. "It'll hurt otherwise."
"Maybe a little hurt will do you some good."
"Please, darling," she pleaded. "If you don't feel like getting up...." She wiggled her behind.
He knew what she meant. He moved downward, caressed her ass, brought his face forward and started licking at the crack between her buttocks. He shoved his tongue deep into her ass-hole and she gasped. His tongue moved in and out and she rubbed against the bed.
"Don't stop till I come," she begged, feeling the pistoning of his wet hard tongue in her humid anus. She rubbed her pussy against the bed, feeling the clitoris, erect and semi-hard, tingling from the friction against the cotton sheet. She moaned as he continued his oral attack on her behind. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. "Oh, don't stop. Get in there deep. I'll be coming soon. Soon. Very soon. Oh, oh, oh. Yes. Now. I'm coming. Now." She uttered a shrill cry as she reached her climax.
He moved up, spread her buttocks apart, and the knob of his cock entered the moist depths of her being. He rammed home till he was in her ass, up to the hilt. He heard her groan and he knew she was experiencing some pain. It inflamed him and he worked hard at fucking her this special way.
His hands caressed her shoulders and back as he drove his cock in and out of her ass-hole. He groaned with every plunge. His prick was hard, stiff, gorged with heated blood. His balls were heavy, loaded with semen. His hips moved up and down as he screwed her for all he was worth.
"On your knees," he ordered.
She slowly got on her knees and the penetration was even deeper. He thrust inward, feeling the clinging flesh of her ass-hole. He moved his hands under her to get at her swaying tits. He toyed with them as he fucked her in the ass. In and out, in and out, went his stiff cock. He groaned and then he felt the tidal wave pick him up and carry him away.
Sperm flooded her back passage, leaked out, ran down her thighs. He stayed for a while in that position, his prick lodged in her tight behind. Then, slowly, he withdrew the monster and sank to the sheet, his cock deflating like a rag doll with the sawdust running out of it.
"That was terrific," he muttered.
"You go to sleep, baby." She kissed his forehead. "Goodnight, darling."
"Goodnight."
CHAPTER TWO
Mona was clearing away the breakfast dishes when there was a knock at the back door. She opened it and was not especially surprised to see her neighbor, Linda Stewart. Linda came over frequently, almost every day.
"I saw Ward drive off," Linda said, sitting down at the formica-topped table, "and I thought I'd drop by for a cup of coffee."
Linda was a stunning redhead with a slender figure and a set of well-rounded breasts. She was wearing a halter and shorts, an outfit ideally designed to show off her physical assets. Fortunately for Linda, her husband was a buyer for a department store and was required to travel a great deal of the time.
"Just let me heat up the coffee, Linda. It will only take a minute." Mona moved to the stove.
"That's a nice car you have." There was just a hint of jealousy in Linda's voice.
"I wish we hadn't bought it!" Mona bit her lip. She was talking too much. She had never really trusted Linda and she had no intention of letting her in on the family problems.
Linda studied her for a few minutes, a sly smile playing about her lips.
"What does that mean?" Linda was pretending to be very serious, but it was clear that she was probing.
"Nothing, really. It was just a remark." It was Mona's turn to play back. She was going to be very careful of everything she said at this point.
"Come on, you can tell me, Mona. I'm not the type of neighbor that gossips over the back fence with just anyone."
"I know that, Linda. It's a nice car and Ward's fellow employees admire it and all that. But we're paying for it on the installment plan. I'm not ashamed to admit it, but we have a mortgage on the house and a lot of other things. There are just too many bills. All of that worries Ward. He worries about money all the time. It worries him at times when he shouldn't be bothered by anything."
Mona poured two cups of coffee, set out the sugar and cream, and joined Linda at the kitchen table. She was already regretting everything she had said. She still didn't trust Linda all that much.
Linda smiled, sipping her coffee, then decided it needed more sugar and added some.
"You mean in the sex department, Mona?"
"Uh-huh."
"That's bad. A man should never take his worries into bed with him. It can interfere with his performance. I'm surprised to hear that Ward does that. I have always imagined that he was about as virile as they come." Linda let the remark hang in the air. She had her reasons.
"Well Linda, I told Ward he shouldn't." Mona was getting in deeper and deeper.
"I'll tell you something, Mona." Linda let her eyes drop. "I like to look at those kind of situations," Linda said, finishing her coffee. "You don't like to talk about sex, do you, Mona?"
"I wouldn't say that. I consider myself very modern."
"Do you and Ward just, you know ... screw?"
Mona gasped. "What kind of a question is that?"
"Can't you satisfy a friend's curiosity?"
"I don't ask you those kind of questions,"
Mona pointed out.
Linda shrugged and her breasts bobbed under the halter. "Go ahead and ask. I'm not shy."
"It's much too early to talk about sex."
"You're a phony," Linda said. "You're shy."
"Don't be silly. Okay, I'll ask you something? Do you and Mike ever deviate from the norm?"
"How delicately put," Linda laughed. "Yes, we do. Shall I tell you in plain language what we do?"
In spite of herself, Mona was more than mildly interested. She nodded her head, yes.
"He goes down on me and I do the same for him," Linda said candidly. "Sometimes we do it at the same time. That's a game called sixty-nine. Ever hear of it?"
"Yes," Mona said. "Is that all you two lovebirds do?"
Linda grinned. "I hope you're as honest as I am. We do more. He fucks me in the ass when he's in the mood. And I fuck him in the ass when I feel like it."
Mona was shocked. "But that's impossible."
Linda stared at Mona with innocent eyes. "What's impossible? That Mike fucks me in the ass?"
"No, you idjot. That you fuck him in the ass."
"But I do. Want me to show you how."
"Yes. This I have to see."
"Then come with me."
Linda led the way out of the house, across the backyard, into her own house, and upstairs to her bedroom. She produced from her dresser drawer a dildo.
Mona took it in her hand and examined the instrument with some astonishment. It was penis-like, made of hard rubber. She ran her fingers over it.
"Doesn't it hurt him?" It was enormous, larger than the usual male prick, and there were straps attached at End of the tool, straps that went about the wearer's hips.
"A little bit," Linda admitted. "When I get excited and move quickly and hard, it really hurts him. I grease it before I use it on him. Don't you have one?"
"No," Mona said. "I doubt Ward would ever let me use it on him, even if I did have one."
"You never know," Linda said. "Ward probably doesn't suspect you of hidden talents."
Mona handed back the dildo. "Do you use it often?"
"Whenever Mike is home. And that isn't often." Linda put the dildo back in the drawer and sat on the bed. "Now let me ask you a few things," she said.
"Okay, go ahead and ask. I'll be candid."
"Do you and Ward blow each other?"
"Yes."
"Sixty-nine."
"Sometimes."
"Does he fuck you in the ass."
"Just last night."
"Do you have lovers on the side?" The question startled her. "Of course not."
"Ever think of going into business?" Mona was genuinely puzzled. "What kind of business?"
"Don't be dumb. You're a housewife. You have time on your hands. You can always find customers."
Mona gasped. "You must be kidding."
"No, I'm not." Linda was deadly serious. "That's the surest way of making extra money."
"Why, I'd never do such a thing. The very idea. And Ward would kill me if I even entertained such an idea."
"Would he now? I think he'd be very happy once the money started coming in."
"You're insane."
Linda shrugged. "Okay, so I'm insane."
"I'd better get back to my household chores," Mona said. She and Linda went downstairs together. "Why don't you drop in later and we'll have lunch together?" Mona suggested.
"It depends."
"Depends on what?"
"If I'm not busy."
Back in her own house, Mona went about doing some cleaning. She started wondering whether Linda was serious or not when she suggested Mona take on customers. Linda certainly didn't look like she was kidding.
The idea. Going to bed with strange men. Spreading your legs and letting them get inside you. Why, she'd be a common whore!
The money that would come in, though. Yes, that part of it was all right. It was too bad she couldn't get the money without putting out. Ward would kill her if he suspected she was even thinking along such lines. But she wasn't thinking about it. She was safe.
If only Ward wouldn't harp on money so much. It was very annoying. She started thinking about Ward's boss, Ed Blanding.
If she did become a whore (the idea was so preposterous), she'd have Ed for her first customer. He was beefy and over forty, but he was handsome and very rich. He would pay well, too. Besides, he liked her. Hadn't he tried to kiss her at a party recently?
She had gone into the kitchen for ice cubes and he had been there. He had tried to kiss her and she had deftly slipped out of his arms. Too much liquor had done it to him. Of course she hadn't told Ward. Ward would have been furious. On second thought, would Ward have been mad? What could he have done about it anyway? Ed was his boss and he certainly wasn't going to pick a fight over a harmless pass and take a chance on losing his job.
She wondered how many wives went through that, evading their husband's bosses when they were drunk and tried to make a pass. She wondered how many wives didn't evade their husband's bosses and allowed them certain liberties just to get their husband's a better position or a raise, or both.
That went on all the time, she had once read. Well, she wasn't that kind of wife. Ward would get ahead without her.
He was doing all right. Except they were over their heads in debt. It was bothering Ward and she wished she could do something. But what could she do? Get a job? She couldn't make enough for what they really needed. They would have to cut down even more.
The country club. But no. Ed belonged. So did all the other employees of the ad agency. Ward and she had to stay as members. Besides, they didn't want the others to know they were up against it. It would look bad.
It was funny how people had to make appearances count. They lived good and they were in debt.
She thought it was funny how Linda admired their new car. Linda and Mike had two cars, both new. Mike had to make a damn good salary for the way they lived. In the lap of luxury.
She moved into the living room and happened to see a car drive up in front of Linda's house. It didn't look like Mike's car. She saw a man get out and walk up the flagstone path to Linda's front door. It wasn't Mike. He thumbed the button.
Linda was busy with her "relative." Linda fixed him a drink. They sat and talked for a few minutes. He was in no particular hurry and he liked to take his time. He was there for one reason and that reason was to fuck Linda. He was a customer, and she was a whore.
Mona did not know what was going on, and if she had she probably would have not believed it. Mona thought that her neighbors were decent people, and she regarded prostitution as indecent. It would have disturbed her to find out exactly how Linda and Mike made ends meet.
Linda touched her friend on the back of the neck. She rubbed the skin. The man felt the sensations of sexual arousal overtake him. His cock erected. He liked this woman and he hoped that she would be a good fuck. She had been recommended to him by a friend.
"Linda is a real fine fuck, best I ever had, why don't you give her a call some time." He had, and now he was sitting in this nice suburban home waiting to get laid by this sexy dish. He thought whores were women who lived in sleazy apartment buildings. He had never thought that he would get laid in suburbia.
She fingered his neck. She was going to make a hundred dollars off of this man. She enjoyed the money, but there was also the fact that she enjoyed the sex connected with it. She got pleasure from her sexual dealings. She wanted to fuck, and she would fuck anybody that she thought was good. After a few more minutes, she started to remove her clothes. The man watched with excitement. She took her halter off and her boobs fell out.
She took his hand and put it on one of her breasts. He fondled the flesh. He liked the way that she felt. Her flesh was very soft and smooth. He fingered the nipple. And she brought her breast close to his mouth. He kissed the breast and then he started sucking on the boob. He rolled the nippled in his mouth. He sucked on it. She tasted very good. He put his mouth on her other boob. He kissed it and sucked on the nipple.
Her groin was beginning to burn with passion. She wanted to fuck. She pulled the man's shirt off. Her fingers traced erotic lines on his hairy chest. She tangled her fingers in the matted hair. She pulled on it. The man gasped. He pulled his mouth off of her. She placed her mouth on his chest. She nibbled on his breasts. She licked and kissed his nipples.
He was very passionate. He wanted to fuck. His prick was stiff and hard. The pre-come juice was forming on the head. She backed off and removed her shorts. Then she stood nude in front of him. He looked at the triangle of fuzz. He wanted to grind his cock into it. She told him to stand up, and helped him to remove the rest of his clothes. Instead of going up to the bedroom, Linda decided that she wanted to fuck him on the floor in the living room.
She stroked the peter with her fingers and then she went down on the cock. She licked the pre-come juice off of the head. She sucked on the cock, and then she removed her mouth and brought the prick to her pussy. She shoved the thing to the opening. The man prodded her with his organ.
They were standing up and with his hands wrapped securely around her ass, he slammed his whang into her twat. She screamed with delight as he fucked her. Her quim was screaming madly. He thrust his pelvis and the penis went deep into her.
Her knees buckled as she was fucked by him. She wondered if she could remain standing as the prick moved faster in her gash. She wrapped her hands around his rump, and they were fucking in time to each other.
He would push and she would pull. They kissed as they fucked. His tongue went into her mouth. She pulled on his tongue. She sucked on it. Her snatch muscles pulled on the penis and tightened around it. She released the cock and then she shoved her poontang down on it. They were gasping and groaning as the fucking continued.
She dug her nails into his butt, as the humping got wilder. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm and then she exploded. She screamed once and her juices shot out from her cunt. Then the man blew his wad deep into her. They jerked several times and then the fucking stopped.
CHAPTER THREE
Eva Blanding was in her husband's office when Ward walked in with some papers. Her face seemed to lighten when she saw him. "Hello Ward," she said. "How's Mona?"
"She's fine," he said, placing the papers on Ed's desk.
Ed Blanding was forty-two, still handsome, though on the beefy side. He had a full head of black hair. "Wives should never visit their husbands at work," he growled.
"Just give me twenty dollars and I'm on my way."
He handed her a twenty.
"Are you sure you can't take me out to lunch?" Eva asked her husband, her eyes on . Ward's face.
"I told you I can't."
"I don't like eating lunch alone," she said like a petulant child.
"You're going out to lunch soon, aren't you?" Ed asked Ward.
"In about five minutes," Ward said.
"Do your boss a favor," Ed said, "and take his Missus out to lunch. Put it on the old expense account if you want to."
"It'll be my pleasure," Ward said.
* * *
"I'm not really hungry," Eva said after Ward had ordered two blue plate specials.
"But why the routine?" he asked, studying her keenly.
Eva Blanding was thirty-five with a plump, but nice, figure, and shimmering red hair.
"An excuse to be with you. I knew Ed would make you take me to lunch."
"He didn't make me do anything."
"Okay. Don't get hot."
"I can still cancel your order."
"Don't be silly," she laughed. "I'll eat some of it. And don't try to evade the issue."
Ward drank some cold water. "What issue?"
"The reason I wanted to be with you."
"There has to be a reason?" he asked. "You just wanted company. Don't put more into it than there is."
She moved so that her knee was rubbing his under the table. "Don't tell me you never cheat on your wife?"
He drew his knee away. "I'm one of those stupid husbands," he said. "Can't help it."
"I suppose you were a virgin when you got married?"
"I was."
The waiter brought their food.
"That's an awfully nice secretary you have," she said, smiling like she knew a deep dark secret. "What's her name again?"
He stiffened slightly. "Doreen."
"Yes. Doreen. Doreen Nash. She's very pretty. Pretty enough to be in the movies. How is she in bed?"
"I wouldn't know," he said coldly.
"You're proving to be a difficult case," she said, toying with her food. "Do I have to blackmail you into bed?"
"What brought this on all of a sudden?" he wanted to know. "You didn't just meet me."
"Maybe I'm tired of Ed playing around so much," she said. "Or maybe I just like you. Maybe it's a combination of both."
"Does Ed play around?"
"Like you don't know," she said, almost bitterly. "It's really marvelous the way you men stick together."
"Okay," he said. "Now what makes you think I'm sleeping with Doreen?"
"The whole office knows it. And if the whole office knows it, then Ed knows it. Ed--likes to discuss his employees with me. There's not much else we talk about."
"I suppose you're planning on telling my wife?"
"Why should I break up a happy home? It's none of my business what you and Doreen do." She looked at him with hot eyes. "I just want some of the action."
"The action may be rough."
"The rougher the better."
"What if Ed should find out?"
"He won't." She laughed. "He talks a lot. I never talk."
"Plenty of handsome men work for your husband," Ward said. "Why pick on me?"
"Because you send me," she said honestly. "I've had a yen for you for some time."
"I guess there isn't much we can do about that yen of yours," he said. He saw her face get angry. "Not that I don't want to. But how can we arrange it?"
"Easy," she said. "Just call your wife and tell her you're working late. Then meet me at a friend's apartment."
"How do you know you can trust this friend?" He didn't like the idea. If he was going to lay her, he'd rather no one knew about it except themselves.
"I can trust her. We're old sorority sisters. I'll give you her address and you can meet me there. About six. Okay?"
"I don't even know if you're serious or not," he said. But he knew she was. "What if it's all a gag? What if I show up and there's no such address?"
"Don't be stupid. Want me to get under the table and suck your prick? Is that the proof you want?"
"Okay. You win."
"You'll be there?"
"Yes."
She gave him the address and she started eating. "Now I have an appetite."
"If we're caught...."
She laughed at him. "Don't be afraid. Momma will protect you." She drank some coffee. "Tell me, how is Doreen?"
"She's okay?"
"You do things for her?"
He looked about. "Somebody will hear you."
"I hope you're not a dud in bed," she said, not caring who heard her. "I like certain things."
"So do I."
She stared at him. "Good. Then we understand each other."
He paid the waiter, left a tip, and they went out.
They walked back to the building where the agency was located. He went to his office and she dropped in on her husband to wheedle another twenty dollars from him.
Ward called Mona. "I'll be home late."
"Again?"
"Yes. It can't be helped."
"Okay. I'll keep dinner warm for you."
"No, don't bother. I'll grab something downstairs. There's a place that stays open late."
"All right, honey. But I hate eating alone. Don't work too late. It would be different if you got extra money for putting in those extra hours but you don't."
"Sure, sure." He hung up.
His secretary, Doreen, walked in. She had on a green minidress which showed off her slender, but rounded, thighs. "I'm supposed to remind you about a conference at three."
"Okay. I won't forget."
She walked in and sat down in the clientele chair at the side of the desk. "When are we going to get together again? It's been a week." Doreen Nash was twenty-two with honey-blonde hair. She was cute and vivacious.
"Maybe never."
She pouted. "But why?"
"The whole office knows," he said.
"But that's not possible," she exclaimed. "We were careful."
"Not careful enough," he said. "I guess you can't keep office affairs a secret. It's bound to leak out."
Doreen showed female logic. "Since they all know, then why stop?" she said. She looked at Ward. "I like your brand of lovemaking. I want more. Much more."
"Shut up or I'll lay you on the office floor."
"Never had that," she said. "Want to try it? Wouldn't it be something if Ed Blanding should walk in while you're throwing it to me on the floor?"
"Yeah, it would be something, all right."
She saw she wasn't getting anywhere so she stood up, stretched, and left.
The rest of the day was uneventful. He attended the conference. It seemed Fay Darrow, head of Arctic Refrigerators, was due in New York on Thursday and was expecting a complete layout of a new campaign. It meant hard work, Ed explained to his idea men. This was an account the agency couldn't afford to lose.
It was the old pep talk and Ward was bored.
The conference broke up about four with Ward and two others promising to come up with something different, something spectacular. Ward didn't have an idea in his head. He suspected the others were in the same boat.
At five, Ward took off.
He had a sandwich and a beer at a Blarney Stone on Sixth Avenue, stopped at a cocktail lounge for a stinger. He listened to some sweet music and had another stinger.
He got into his car and drove downtown.
It was hot. He was sweating.
He was going to screw the boss's wife.
He braked the car outside the apartment building where Eva's buddy had her apartment. He girded his loins and went up.
CHAPTER FOUR
She was tall, slim, with blonde hair. She was wearing a house coat. She introduced herself as Sharon Boyle. "Eva is in the bathroom," she said. "Make yourself at home."
He sat down in a winged-back chair and studied her. It was hard to determine her age. She was young, he thought, maybe twenty-two. Then again, she could have been thirty-two. Her lips were full and vermilion, almost sullen, but without unpleasantness. Her amethyst eyes were slumberous. She saw the way Ward was looking at her and grinned. "You're here to see Eva, remember?"
"I'll bet you can help me to forget," he said.
Eva walked out of the bathroom. "Forget what?"
From the embrace of the overstuffed chair, Ward watched her move across the room. She had borrowed a shortie nightgown from Sharon and she looked luscious. The garment ended at her hips, exposing her full-fleshed thighs. They were twin columns of pink smooth flesh. The nightie was cut low and the valley between her heavy breasts could be seen. The material was sheer and the brown dots of her nipples peeked through.
"I forget what," Ward said. "You're gorgeous."
"I practically had to blackmail him to come here," Eva told Sharon.
"Wasn't it worth it?" Sharon said. "Or maybe you don't know yet?" She cast an appraising glance over Ward. "He's handsome. I'll bet he looks good in the nude."
"He's mine," Eva said, bending over Ward. The nightie gaped and he saw her entire breasts. They were white and heavy with dark brown tips. He was getting a hard-on. She kissed his lips and he smelled her perfume. It was Old English Lavender. She grasped his upper arm. "Come on baby, into the bedroom with you."
He got to his feet and followed her into the bedroom. He turned as she shut the door and over her shoulder he saw Sharon grinning at him, her lips parted to show pearly-white teeth.
Eva shed the nightie and she stretched. Her tits sloped gracefully and her nipples were large. "Get your clothes off," she ordered.
Ward took his clothes off. He found her standing close to him. She put her hands on his chest and caressed his breasts. She fingered his nipples. "I've had a yen for you for some time," she said. "Now I'm going to satisfy that yen." She bent her head slightly and her lips found his left nipple. She licked it and he moaned. Then she sucked the tidbit into her mouth and one hand reached down to his stiffened prick. As she sucked his nipple, she milked his cock.
"You'll make me come," he groaned.
She bit his nipple and took her mouth away. But she held on to his rod. "We don't want that, do we?" She pulled him to the bed, still holding on to his tool. They sat down. She cupped his balls.
He started playing with her breasts. They were smooth and finely textured. He stroked the nipples and they became erect. He bent his head down and kissed them.
She kissed the back of his neck. "I want you to kiss me all over," she said.
He sucked on her nipple. He chewed it, and she moaned from the mixture of pleasure and pain.
She lay back, her hand releasing his cock. "All right." She put one knee up. "Suck my pussy."
He licked at her inner thighs where the skin was fine and extra sensitive. There was the musky odor of womanhood. His lips drew close to her groin. He licked at the opening of the cleft, his tongue finding the natal lips. She moaned and he plunged his tongue all the way in, licking at the vaginal walls. He licked at the little finger and found it hard. He sucked it into his mouth and he reached for her breasts and played with them.
Wild flames licked at her nerve ends. She tossed her head from side to side. "Ummm. Oh. Oh." Her hips moved violently. "Yes. like that. Oh, suck my cunt. I want to come in your mouth. I want to-" She screamed and climaxed. He tasted her come juices.
"Oh, that was wonderful," she moaned. "You have a well-educated mouth. I want that from you all the time."
Ward took a pillow and placed it under the upper section of her buttocks. Then he told her what he wanted. Eva pulled her knees up to her breasts, making her entire crotch visible, from pussy to anus. Ward approached her on his knees, his cock hard, stiff, the piss slit leaking. He dipped his cock into her cunt, swished it about, lubricating it, then withdrew it. He aimed again, thrust forward, and he entered her anus. She gasped as he penetrated her buttocks. He went in as deep as he could and started pistoning his cock in and out of her ass-hole.
He moved his hands over her tits, playing with her nipples. Then he stroked her belly and finally her clitoris. He made her come before he started pounding away, hard and fast. His cock loved the feel of her tight clinging ass-hole.
He groaned as his balls let go their reserve. His prick jerked in her ass-hole and flooded her with white hot lava.
He pinched her nipples as he came away from her.
She ran into the bathroom and he sank down onto the bed. It had been marvelous. He wished Eva had gone after him sooner. He hadn't realized what he was missing.
She came back into the room. "I wish we could spend a night together." She sat on the bed. She played with his breasts. "Think we can arrange it?" she asked.
"I don't know. We'll be taking an awful chance."
"You worry too much," she scolded.
"I can't help it. I'm the worrying kind."
"You let me take care of all the details," Eva said. "I'll hatch a plan. No one will be the wiser."
"You've heard that old saying about the best laid plans of mice and men?"
"We'll have our night together. You'll see." She kissed his shoulder.
"We'd better get dressed."
She kissed his mouth and fondled his limp dick..."Okay. But I'll be thinking about us till we get together again."
He was dressing when Sharon walked in. "Have a good time?" she asked.
"Marvelous," Eva said.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next afternoon, just before one, a call came in for Ward. It was Eva. "Let's meet for lunch," she said.
"There's a place called the Blue Goose, It's about nine blocks from here."
"I've passed it."
"I'll meet you there in half an hour." He hung up and found his hand was shaking. Eva had taken an awful chance to call him at his office. He wondered if she was all there. He couldn't take a chance on having Ed find out. He was so much in debt now, to lose his job would be hell. He shouldn't have started with her.
He lit a cigarette and went back to work.
"Why this place?" Eva asked when he sat down at the table. He had found her waiting for him.
"Because none of my fellow employees come here."
"The food is bad?"
"No the food is quite good, to tell you the truth. But it's out of the way. We can't take a chance of being seen. I have a job and I want to keep it."
She laughed and the waiter came over. They ordered a bottle of Chianti with their meal. The Chianti arrived in a wicker-embraced bottle. Ward tasted it. It tasted dry and clean. It tasted like it had been sprinkled with cayenne pepper. He looked at Eva and thought about Sharon. He thought about Sharon's duskily luminous eyes.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked.
"You."
"I'm going to visit a buddy for a couple of days, starting today. We'll spend the night at Sharon's."
"Which night?"
"I prefer tonight."
"I'm glad you're all fixed up," he said. "How do I get out from under? What's my excuse to Mona?"
"A sick friend. Or have you used that one?"
"It's trite," he said. "I'd be stupid to pull that one on her. And she could always check."
"Let her check. She'll talk to Sharon. She doesn't know Sharon. You can get by with it."
"No, I can't. I won't even try it."
The food arrived.
The antipasto tasted fine. There were salty anchovies embedded on firm slices of red tomato, transparent slices of ham, peppers soaked in wine vinegar.
"Don't you want to spend the night with me?" she finally asked, spearing a slice of ham.
"Of course. I'm looking forward to it."
"I'm not asking for a weekend," she reasoned.
"But it's difficult," he said. "I have a good marriage. I want it to stay that way."
"Do you think a wife would look for a divorce over one indiscretion?" she scoffed. "Even if Mona did find out, she would probably forgive you. Most wives do. Unless the husband makes a habit of screwing around too much. Besides, she won't find out. It's foolproof."
"No, it isn't."
"Then think up a better idea."
"Okay. Ed is sending me out of town to talk over a layout with a client. I don't even have time to pack. I'll be gone for two whole days." He grinned at her. "That way we'll spend both nights together. How's that?"
"Swell," she said. "But Mona can really check that one out. All she has to do is call Ed."
"And my boss will cover for me," Ward said. "He's done it before."
"Why, you son of a bitch." He tasted the Chianti. "Okay."
"Okay."
They parted outside the restaurant and Ward went back to his office. He did some paper work and then dropped in on Ed. He explained to Ed what he wanted done.
"Two whole days." Ed rubbed his chin. "Glad to help a fellow out. But do you have to stay away from the office tomorrow? I need you."
"Oh, I'll do a full day's work. You don't have to worry about that."
"Good. Call Mona and then let me have the phone."
It was all arranged. Mona didn't like the idea but what could she do.
"Is she pretty?" Ed asked, winking. "A living doll."
"Not Doreen? "
"No, not Doreen." Ward walked out of Ed's office and to his own. Ed was so damn curious. He hoped Ed didn't connect the fact that Eva was also taking off the two days, the same two days as Ward. Ed probably figured his wife would never cheat on him. Most husbands thought that. And most wives thought their husbands were always on the level.
Doreen walked in for some dictation. She let her skirt ride high up on her thighs. She expected a pass from Ward and was disappointed when he failed to put his hands on her.
When it was time for her to leave, she complained. "Am I poison or something?" she said.
"What do you mean?"
"You know damn well what I mean," she said. "Or are you tired of me already?"
"Don't be silly. Look, Doreen, I'm piled up with work. Besides, who wants to fool around in the office? You never know who's going to walk in."
"You didn't care when you first went after me?" she sulked.
"We'll get together this coming Saturday," he promised.
"You mean that?"
"Uh huh."
"But how?"
"Don't worry. I'll give you a ring before I drop over. I'll get away for a few hours Saturday and see you."
"Now you're talking," she said, her face brightening. "There are plenty of jerks I can hook up with but I prefer bedding down with you. You know how to make a girl feel good."
"Thanks for the compliment."
"Think nothing of it." She half circled his desk and he put his hands on her waist and they kissed.
She closed her eyes. "Touch my breasts," she begged. "Please."
He squeezed her impudent breasts and she moaned. He realized she wasn't wearing a bra. He searched for her nipples and pinched them lightly.
"You make me so hot," she said.
He took his hands away, reluctantly, from her tits. "Someone may walk in."
She opened her eyes and grinned at him. "Remember the Christmas party?"
"Yeah. I remember."
"We both got stinko and crept in here and stayed behind the desk. It's a good thing nobody walked in or they would have seen me giving you a blow job."
"A damn good thing."
"We have fun, don't we?"
"Yes. And we'll continue to have fun unless we get caught. So you have to be extra careful."
She suddenly unzipped his fly and her fingers found his cool flesh. She stroked him.
"You're crazy," he muttered. But it did feel good.
Her fingers came away. "I can't wait for Saturday."
"Neither can I."
He patted her ass as she walked out.
CHAPTER SIX
Sharon was making cocktails when Ward got to her apartment. "Eva is out. She'll be back soon." She had on a tight-fitting dress which showed her curves to her advantage.
He sat down in an easy chair. "What do you get out of all this?" It was clear that he really wanted to know.
"What do I get? What do you mean?"
"Does Eva pay you to let her use your apartment?"
"We're good friends. That's all."
"I've never seen you before," Ward said sharply. "Eva has never mentioned your name to me. She usually mentions her friends."
"I'm a very special kind of friend."
"Is it supposed to be a secret?" Ward looked at her intently. She poured cocktails into frosted glasses and avoided his stare.
"No secret." She sat down and crossed her legs. She had slender fine legs. "Eva-likes men. She can't afford to have her husband Ed find out. She has to take them someplace. Hotels and motels are out. There's always a chance of blackmail. Ed is rich, as you already know. So she brings them here."
"I realize all that," he continued. The cocktail was dry and icy. "But what do you get out of it?"
"A few dollars," she admitted. "And when I find Eva's playmate appealing I sometimes ask for a helping."
"And Eva gives in?"
"Sometimes. She usually does when she's about finished with the joker I don't like that. I like them fresh. I like you. But I have a feeling Eva won't let go of you so soon and she won't lend you to me till she is tired of you. She--likes you.--likes you an awful lot. But I have a yen for you too. I may just snatch you away from her."
"You're honest."
She shrugged her slim shoulders. "Why shouldn't I be honest? I like men. I like sex.
You're young and good looking. You're terrific in bed, according to Eva."
"Eva talks too much."
"Most women do," she said, smiling.
"I suppose so."
"Eva was here before. She told me you're spending the night with her. And tomorrow night. She'll wear you out."
"I don't mind being worn out."
"I hope she leaves something for me."
Ward laughed. And Eva walked in. She was carrying bottles of liquor wrapped in brown paper. She kissed Ward and asked Sharon for a cocktail.
"Look what I bought," she said, showing them. "Brantly, scotch, gin, and rye."
"No bourbon?" Ward asked.
"There's bourbon in the apartment," Eva said, accepting a cocktail from Sharon.
"Did you have dinner?" he asked Eva.
"Uh huh."
"Well, I already ate. Grabbed a sandwich before coming over." He finished his cocktail.
"There's plenty in the refrigerator," Sharon said.
Eva took a record player from the closet and found a pile of records. She selected one and put it on. "Come on, let's dance," she said.
They moved furniture around and made room on the floor. Eva was a good dancer. She and Ward had danced before at the country club dances.
Sharon changed the next record. "When do I get to dance with Romeo?" she asked.
"Next dance," Eva promised.
Ward danced with Sharon next. He found her a good partner. She glided about gracefully, her slender thigh always managing to find itself between his legs, against his crotch. She was deliberately getting him hot.
She bit his ear once when Eva wasn't watching. He almost cried out. He managed to pinch her nipple later. He pinched it hard, wanting to hurt her. He believed he did. But she grinned at him as if she was enjoying it.
They were into the rye later, and getting soused. Eva was feeling good. She started pawing at Ward, not caring that Sharon was there watching. She got Ward's shirt off and touching his breasts. She soon started licking his nipples. One hand fumbled at his crotch, squeezed the bulge, then unzipped him. She darted her fingers inside, found his tool and milked him.
Sharon was watching, bug eyed.
"Let's wait till we get into the bedroom," Ward said.
"What's the difference?" Eva said. "You can lay me on the floor. I don't care."
"Well, I do." He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom and deposited her on the bed. He stripped her naked. He stood up and saw Sharon, her back against the wall, watching him.
Naked, Eva wiggled on the bed, her tits bobbing.
"We want privacy," Ward said, taking Sharon by the arm and steering her to the open door.
"She doesn't care," Sharon said, her eyes luminous. "Why should you? Are you afraid you won't be able to perform? Some people like an audience. It makes them extra hot."
Ward took a deep breath. "Okay. You can watch. But don't take any pictures."
It was a short laugh. Then she folded her arms under her thrusting breasts as he went back to Eva.
"Come on," Eva was saying, her thighs spread. "Fuck me. Get on top of me and fuck me."
He took off his clothes and climbed on the bed. He wanted to play with her breasts but she wouldn't let him.
"I'm too hot," she moaned. "Stick it in me. Fill my cunt with your prick. Hurry up. I'm burning up."
He measured his body against hers, delved his cock deeply into her open pussy. He went in and out, his hands working at her heavy tits. He tweaked her nipples as he pistoned in and out of her secreting cunt. He felt her wetness, her warmth, and he groaned.
She wrapped her thighs around his waist and mashed her belly against his. She caressed his chest as she moved with him, keeping pace with his swift movements. "Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me hard. Give it to me, baby.
Give it to me good."
His balls banged against the crack of her ass as he moved in and out of her love tunnel. A searing flame scorched his body. He buried his teeth in her neck as he approached the brink of passion.
She groaned and the love juice flowing, she came.
He flooded her cunt with hot juice and he twisted her nipples till she cried out in pain.
There were sweat beads on her forehead. "That was swell. Aren't you glad you listened to me?"
Ward nodded his head slowly. He felt his cock shrinking inside her pussy. He rolled away from her, his dong glistening from come juices.
"Come with me," Sharon said. "I'll wash you off."
He saw that Eva was on her side, a peaceful, satisfied smile on her face. She looked ready to go to sleep.
He followed Sharon into the bathroom. She used a wash rag to clean his prick. She clutched it as she wiped it and then refused to let it go. "I'll bet I could have it hard in no time," she said.
"Not with Eva in the apartment," he said.
She laughed and let him go.
"Where are you going to sleep?"
"On the divan in the living room," she said.
"We'll find a way to get together," he promised.
"Oh, I'm sure of it," she grinned.
He went back into the bedroom and found Eva asleep. He turned out the lights and crawled into bed.
He felt good. Eva was a good screw. He didn't feel guilty the first time and after that it didn't bother him.
He heard movement in the living room and knew Sharon was getting ready to go to sleep. He wondered what she looked like naked. Probably terrific. He wondered if he should go into her. But he didn't want to take the chance of getting caught by Eva. He knew he would bang Sharon sooner or later. He would find the opportunity. He had a feeling she would be good fucking. He turned on his side and closed his eyes.
He was somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, half-sensible to the coolness of the night yet half in dream. A breeze from somewhere bathed his naked body. A hand was fondling him. Cool fingers on his male flesh.
Eva must have wakened.
Then a wetness touched the ridge of his prick. He was instantly alert. His brain felt sharp, keen. A tongue was caressing the head of his cock. His prick started to rise.
"Oh, baby," he moaned.
A hand caressed his lips. But no. It wasn't a caress. Fingers were against his lips, warning him to be quiet. It wasn't Eva.
The tongue ran down to the base of his cock. The fingers left his lips and were cupping his balls. A mouth engulfed his cock.
He tried not to moan. He couldn't help it. He wiggled his hips as Sharon sucked his cock.
An electric blue flame leaped into his skull, making him tingle with desire. The wetness on his cock was delightful. Teeth scraped along the length of his prick. Lips suctioned at his prick.
He squirmed on the bed, a man afire, wanting to come into that wonderful mouth.
Fingers squeezed his balls. He groaned and shot his load. He kept shooting and Sharon drank it all up, every single pearly drop. She kept sucking till he was dry as a bone.
She patted his thigh and left the bedroom.
He turned on his side and closed his eyes. He felt Eva moving about. "What time is it?" she said, her voice full of sleep.
"I don't know."
"Something woke me."
"Go back to sleep."
She cuddled up against him. He felt her soft breasts against his chest. "Poor Sharon," she said. "Why poor Sharon?"
"I know she's dying to sleep with you," Eva said. "Well, if she's a good girl, and if I think I can spare you, maybe I'll lend you to her. After all, she is my friend."
"You're very generous, Eva." He patted her ass.
"Are you in the mood?" she asked, caressing his chest.
"To tell you the honest truth, no. I'm beat.
Maybe in the morning before I go to the office."
"Can't you take the day off? We could have a swell time."
"I'm taking advantage as it is," he told her. "Ed is covering for me, not knowing you're the one I'm sleeping with. I promised him I'd come in the morning."
"Okay," she said. "But it was an idea. We could have had fun. Maybe see a movie or something."
"And take a chance on someone seeing us?"
"Do you worry all the time or just in spurts?"
"All the time," he said.
"I wonder what Ed is doing right now."
"What do you think he's doing?"
"Balling some chick," she said. "I don't care. I don't give a damn what the bastard does. As long as I get my kicks."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"What's the matter, baby? You look sullen." Linda Stewart had dropped in for coffee. She looked luscious in a polka dot halter and shorts. Her red hair gleamed from the sunlight that streamed through the window.
"Oh, Ward went away for a couple of days. He and his damn work. I hate sleeping alone."
"You should have taken advantage of the situation."
"What do you mean?"
"Get a boy friend for the night. If you knew for certain he wasn't going to be home."
"He called me and then I talked to his boss. But I wouldn't cheat on Ward."
"He never cheated on you?" There was a coldness in Linda's voice.
"Never."
Linda shrugged. "You think Mike doesn't screw around when he's traveling. He wouldn't be much of a man if he didn't."
"I trust Ward and he trusts me."
"It's a way to pick up a few extra shillings, darling." Linda looked at Mona meaningfully.
It was clear that Mona didn't understand.
"You always worry about money. You and thousands of other couples. Mike and I had the same problem. But I solved everything."
"How?"
"I picked up men, brought them home. I got paid for it. When I had a pile of cash accumulated, I told Mike. He hit me. He hit me good. I went out and bought him a suit he'd always wanted, a suit he could never afford. That turned the trick. We paid our bills and were able to start saving. Whenever he's off on a buying trip, I take in customers. I don't do it when he's home. That's our agreement."
"You have to be realistic about things," Linda said. "You think I'm the only housewife on the block who turns a trick now and then? I happen to know there's two more housewives, on this block alone, who sell their bodies for the extra cash. And their husbands know about it and approve."
Mona could see that Linda was telling the truth. Why, Linda was nothing but a cheap whore.
"I see the look of disgust on your face," Linda said. "Do you want me to leave?"
"No, of course not. I'm a bit shocked. I'll get over it, I guess. I guess I have a certain set of values and-"
"Bullshit! That won't get you into the subway. You still need a token. You need cash in your purse. Values! You know what you can do with a set of values...? "
"To each his own," Mona said lamely v
"You never cheated on Ward?" Linda said. "Not even once?"
Mona shook her head with emphasis.
"Did you ever think about being with another man?" Linda asked, pouring fresh coffee into her cup.
Mona hesitated. "Well ... "
"You see."
"Thinking about it and actually doing it are two separate things," Mona said defensively. She got up to make fresh coffee. "I've met men at parties, very attractive men, and I wondered what they would be like in bed. I don't think that's abnormal. But that doesn't mean I'll strip down and hop into bed with them. I may think about it, sure, but to actually do it-hell, no."
"What if you found out your husband was cheating on you?" Linda wanted to know.
"Ward wouldn't do such a thing."
"Sure, sure. But what if he did? What would you do?"
Mona paused. "I ... I don't know."
"Do you know what most wives do?"
"I can imagine," Mona said.
"They give it right back to their cheating husbands," Linda said. "They do some balling on their own. You can't blame them, you know. Why should hubby have all the fun while their wives sit home alone?"
"That's one way of looking at it." She turned off the gas and refilled the cups with steaming coffee. "How much do you get? I mean, you know, when you're with a customer?"
"Twenty is the minimum," Linda said. "That's for one fast screw. And that's for a straight lay. A hundred if the John wants to stay the night."
Mona looked at Linda and lifted her cup. "You do more than ... just laying for them?"
Linda laughed. "Of course. A girl wouldn't stay in business for long if she didn't blow or take it in the behind."
Mona tried to keep her face composed. She was shocked, of course. "Do you use the dildo on them?"
"That's strictly for Mike," Linda said. "I don't tell the Johns I have it. Of course, if one should happen to mention he--likes getting a dildo up his ass, then I'll gladly do it, for some extra money. So far no one has said anything."
"I don't think I'd have the nerve," Mona said. "Believe me, Ward and I could use the extra money. But to go to bed with a stranger-I just couldn't do it."
"A few drinks under your belt would probably loosen you up," Linda said. "Ward won't be home tonight, right?"
"Right. But if you're thinking what I'm thinking-the answer is no."
"Tell you what. Why don't you drop by this evening? I'll have a couple of boys over. We'll have a party. Maybe you'll get into the swing of things. If you don't"-Linda shrugged her shoulders-"no harm done. Just say good night and leave."
"That'll leave you with two men."
"I can handle them. A pussy can take a lot of punishment."
It was a daring idea. Mona wondered if she dared. Of course, she really wouldn't go to bed with anyone. She would just have a few drinks, maybe a harmless kiss or two, and then calmly walk home. No one would be hurt by it.
She was tired of staying home by herself while Ward was away. He was so damn inconsiderate.
"All right," she said. She put her coffee cup down on its plate. "I'll do it. But I don't promise anything."
"Fair enough."
"I hope the men you select are good-looking."
"I'm very selective," Linda laughed. "I can afford to be. The girl in the street has to take whatever she finds. So does the girl in a whore house. But the housewife-well, that's different. She goes to the best bars and picks up the nicest looking men she can find. Of course, if she finds one who isn't so hot-looking, but has a roll that can choke a horse, she may not be too particular. What the hell! She's in it for the money, isn't she?"
Mona nodded her head in agreement. Linda was absolutely right. The girl was in it for the money.
"I'd better get back. I'm expecting a call soon."
"What time shall I come over?" Mona asked. "About ten. Wear something slinky. Or a minidress."
"Don't worry; I'll knock those bums dead." Linda grinned and left.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sharon Boyle was wearing Capri pants and a white cotton blouse. "Hello," she said as Ward came in the apartment after a trying day at the office. "Want a drink?"
Ward slumped into an easy chair. "Make it a tall one, plenty of liquor."
"Limes, soda water with lots of gin. A dash of powdered sugar. How does that sound?"
"Sounds fine."
"You look beat."
"I am beat. Tomorrow is the big day." He looked around him. Isn't Eva here?"
"She's out. She'll be back in about an hour." Sharon handed him his gin buck and sat down. "What is all this about the 'big day'? "
"Fay Darrow is arriving tomorrow from the Midwest. But she's no homespun type, no siree. Shrewd, bitchy-you name it, she's it."
Sharon made herself comfortable on the couch. "Exactly who is she?"
"The head of Artie Refrigerators," Ward explained. "She's a terror. We have to bow and scrape and kiss her ass. She's a dumpy dame who should be home with the kids. Instead she heads one of the biggest refrigerator companies in the country. They also sell freezer units and that kind of thing."
"You act like you're afraid of her?" Sharon observed.
"We quiver in our pants whenever she opens her mouth. She's the agency's biggest client and we have to keep her happy."
"I wish I had that kind of power," Sharon laughed. "You say you have to keep her happy? What if she took a imagine to you? Do you have to go to bed with her?"
"That will never happen. It's never discussed but Fay Darrow is a dyke."
"You don't say! A bull dyke to judge from your description. Does she bring her own girl
"No. She travels alone except for business associates. She prowls the Village at nights when she's here, looking for quail. I suppose she gets enough of what she wants. She has tons of money."
Sharon looked at her watch, then looked meaningfully at Ward. "We have an hour before Eva gets here. "
"What if she shows up now? "
"She won't pop in 'till an hour from now." Sharon got up and moved over to where Ward was sitting. She got down on her knees. "Did you like what I did for you last night?"
"Yeah. It was swell. But you took an awful chance."
"Of course. It makes it all the more exciting." She fumbled at the zipper of his fly, drew it down. Cool fingers found his male flesh, drew it out from its warm haven. She stroked it and it perked up. "I love a long prick on a man. I love it when it goes into my pussy and fills it up. You're going to give me a good fuck. But not right away. I loved the taste of it last night. I want to taste it some more."
"Help yourself," Ward invited.
She leaned her head forward and her tongue glanced over the head, fleetingly, just to let him know that a woman's wet tongue had given him an intimate caress. She heard his soft moan and was delighted. She licked him again and his hands were on her head, keeping her head .down, letting her know that he didn't want her to let up on him till she had sucked him dry.
She opened her mouth wide and took in the whole length of his solid rock hardness. Her head bobbed and his cock appeared and disappeared in the wet cave of her hungry mouth. Her teeth scraped at this flesh, delightfully hurting him. She bit, nibbled, sucked. Her throat worked as her lips suctioned at his straining cock.
"Arghhhh!" His body was melting. There was a beat in his head that pounded away, searing his skull. Rockets went off and he quivered as his sperm shot into her mouth. She drank him dry.
She got up and licked her lips. "How was that?"
"Just great."
She started to strip. It was the first time he had seen her naked. Last night didn't count. She had been in shadow. He saw her body and his eyes lit up.
She was slim but with tremendous breasts. Very big breasts for such a slender girl. They were round and firm and fully packed. The nipples were pink dots.
She put her hands on her hips. "You like?"
"Yes," he breathed. He reached out, drew her in close, and kissed her lean belly.
She ran her fingers through his hair. "Let's go into the bedroom, honey. I want to get laid."
He licked at her navel. "It's too soon."
"Don't worry about it." He followed her into the bedroom where he undressed. He lay on his back while she sat up, stroking his chest. "You just relax," she said. She played with his nipples. Her nail scraped at them. She bent her head and licked them.
His hand idly caressed her smooth naked back. She smelled of cologne. She sucked his nipples for a long time before she started wandering south. Her tongue etched a wet trail down his slightly hairy body, over his flat belly, across his belly button, down his lower belly to the edge of his thick pelt. She cupped his testicles and played with them, while her tongue caressed his limp cock.
Her mouth was a hot poker, searing his flesh. He was amazed to find his cock stiffening. She was good at sucking pricks. She kept at it till he was stiff as a barber pole.
Then she lay back, her thighs spread. "Now get on top of me and fuck me. I want your rod inside me. I want you to stuff me up with that big beautiful thing between your legs."
He mounted her and she gripped his prick, placing the head against the soft folds of her vagina, and rubbing the knob against her flesh without letting him enter her. She did it for a long time while her breathing became jagged and the surface of her cunt became wet with desire.
"Okay," she said. "Give it to me." her thighs wrapped about his waist and he thrust in deeply, his cock penetrating her wet love tunnel. Her fingernails scratched his shoulders and back as he screwed her. "Give it to me," she cried. "Give it to me. Yes. Oh, lovely."
Her body moved like one possessed. Sweat beads dusted her forehead and the valley between her breasts. She squirmed against him, her belly rubbing against his stomach. "Fuck me, fuck me." Her eyes were hot and wild.
Ward pounded away, driving his cock deep into her, withdrawing till just the head was inside her cunt, and then driving in again, pushing against the padded flesh of her tunnel. He felt the juices of her cunt wetting his moving cock. It was pleasant and sensational. He moved faster and faster.
She cried out. She came with a rush. But she kept on moving, wanting more. Her eyes glazed. She was panting.
They continued fucking. Their bodies like two well-oiled machines. They pistoned against each other, sweating, moaning, gasping, fucking for dear life.
She came again. And again.
Ward groaned and spewed his hot liquid into her well-lubricated cunt. He bit her shoulder as he quieted down.
She felt the juice running from her pussy, wetting her thighs and her ass-hole.
"That was the most," she said. "You make a woman feel like a woman."
"I hope you left something for Eva," she laughed. She stretched. "I had mine. That's all I care about."
He got out of bed and dressed. Sharon slipped on lounging pajamas. They kissed and he fondled her breasts and then she made a shaker of cocktails.
They were drinking when Eva showed up.
"I'm glad to see you two are getting along," Eva said, plopping down on a club chair.
"Why shouldn't we be getting along?" Sharon said. "We've been talking and we found out we like the same things."
Ward cast a warning glance at Sharon.
"Give me a drink, dear," Eva said.
Sharon gave her a cocktail.
"I heard Fay Darrow is due any day," Eva said to Ward.
"Tomorrow."
"You poor boy."
"We were discussing her," Sharon said. "Ward said she's a dyke."
"She even made a pass at me when Ed wasn't looking." Eva said. "She's a dumpy bag. Did she think I'd fall into her arms if she touched me?" Eva laughed. "I can afford to be particular." She grinned at Sharon.
Then it hit Ward. Sharon and Eva were more than just friends. They were lovers. So that was it. And he'd never suspected. The dope. He was just plain naive.
"What if she was young and pretty?" Ward asked Eva. "Would you have gone to bed with her?"
"My, what a question," Eva said, laughing. "What do you think I am anyway?"
"That's what I'm trying to find out," Ward said.
"You think he suspects something?" Sharon interjected.
Eva became annoyed and wanted to change the subject.
It was apparent to Ward that Sharon didn't care if Ward knew about her relationship with Eva but Eva did care. Eva may have liked to tease and hint but Sharon was more blunt.
"What did she do exactly?" Ward asked Eva.
Eva had finished her cocktail and was looking for another one. "What do you mean?"
"You said she made a pass? Did she try to kiss you or what?" Ward wanted to know.
"You're curious like a woman," Eva complained.
"Don't act prudish now," Ward said, laughing.
"I'm not being prudish." Eva tasted her fresh cocktail. "Do you think you'll get hot if I tell you all the minute details. You won't. It was nothing ... just nothing. She felt my breasts and my thighs. That was all. She didn't get to my pussy, not that she didn't try. We were seated next to each other at the dinner table and her hand was climbing my thigh, close to my groin, when I finally closed my thighs. She couldn't get to her destination."
"You didn't close your thighs right away, did you?" Ward persisted, keeping after her.
"No, I didn't," Eva admitted. "It-felt nice. Look, a hand, whether it belongs to a man or a woman, feels nice on your inside thigh. I'm only human. I got a thrill when she was touching my thigh. But I didn't let her get to my pussy."
"What happened when she was feeling your breasts?" he asked.
"What do you mean, what happened."
"Did you get hot?"
Eva frowned. "Why should I answer your questions? Who the hell are you."
"The curious type."
"She felt my breasts for a few seconds before I backed away from her," Eva said. "I didn't get a chance to get hot. There! Are you satisfied?"
"Did you ever have a lesbian experience?" he asked her.
Eva started. "What kind of a question is that?"
"You think I'd tell anyone if you admitted you had?" Ward said. "I'm curious, is all. Nothing to be ashamed of."
"Were you ever with a man?" Eva retorted.
"No."
"Ha! How do I know you'd admit it if you had, if you had been with some man?"
"I wouldn't he," Ward said.
"I don't think he'd lie about it," Sharon said.
"Who asked you?" Eva said. Sharon shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not here to answer stupid questions," Eva said. "I'm here to get sucked and fucked."
"That comes later," Ward grinned. "No." Eva finished her drink and stood up.
"That comes now." She marched into the bedroom.
Ward stared at Sharon.
"I hope you built up enough energy." Sharon winked at him.
Ward went into the bedroom, where Eva was removing her clothes. "You're not angry, are you?" he asked, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Don't be silly." Her face was pleasant. She removed her bra and her heavy breasts swayed free, the nipples brown and soft. She was looking forward to going to bed with Ward. She wanted his mouth on her body, on the most intimate areas. She also realized she had acted foolishly by being annoyed at his questions. What the hell! So what if he knew that she and Sharon were lovers? So what? He wasn't going to broadcast it to the world. He wasn't going to tell her husband. Why should he? What could be possibly get out of it? Ed wouldn't believe him, anyway. And if he did, he would want to know how he knew so much about her? Could Ward admit to her husband that he had laid her? He would be out on his ass.
She lay naked on the bed, her knees wide apart, exposing the cleft of her cunt. It was a crescent below her lower belly, slightly open, showing the glistening lips, hair-lined, and the hooded clitoris, that appetizing piece of feminine meat that tastes sweet and sour at the same time. "Come and lick my pussy," she said. "Lick every part of it. The lips and the inside walls. I want to feel your wonderful tongue on me. Come, baby, suck my cunt."
He did what she wanted. He spread her thighs even further apart, using his hands on her inner thighs, and he ran his tongue across the surface of her cunt. He delved deep inside and she gasped when she felt the delightful intrusion. He found the secreting tunnel walls and licked deep inside till his jaw ached. To relieve the pressure, he brought his tongue to the meat that was firming and he licked it and nibbled on it. Her ass moved wildly. He ran his teeth across her secrets and she panted crazily. He cupped her fleshy buttocks, his fingers sinking into her softness. He ate at her pussy, devouring that delicious piece of female meat, spongy, leaking juices. He nibbled as she climaxed. He kept on nibbling, possessed with the idea of eating her cunt. She came several times and she tried to twist away but his lips clung to her clitoris. He drank the elixir of her cunt and she begged him to stop.
Her fingers pushed at his head, forcing his mouth away from the delicious feast he had just manifested.
"I wanted to keep on sucking," he told her.
"You were hurting me," she said, running her hand up and down his thigh. "I didn't dream you loved eating pussy so much."
"That's my favorite food. I guess I got carried away."
"It was great," she admitted. "But it was starting to hurt. I guess my pussy got too sensitive. It's like a man's dick after he comes. Keep sucking on it and he hollers blue murder."
"There's nothing I like better than a discussion of pussy and prick," he said, pushing her back and mounting her.
She guided his cock into her cunt.
He fucked her till he shot his load into her warm pussy.
CHAPTER NINE
The phone rang and Mona picked it up. It was Linda. "Are you coming over? The boys are here."
"I'll be right over."
"Right. I'm making drinks and I'll have one ready for you by the time you get here."
Mona hung up and looked in the full-length mirror in the foyer before departing. She was wearing a miniskirt that showed more than half her thighs. It was cut low and the shadowed valley of her breasts could be seen. She took a deep breath and left.
There was music coming from Linda's house. Linda opened the door upon Mona's arrival. "Hi, hon. Come on in." She closed the door. "Mona, meet Ted and Dave."
Mona was surprised and happy to see that they were young men. Both were decidedly handsome and athletically built.
Ted had blonde hair, a pinkish boyish face, and a pleasantly wide grin. He was about twenty-five. Dave wasn't much older. Perhaps a year younger. He had short black hair, brown eyes and tanned skin. Both had taken off their jackets. Music was coming from a record player. "Join the party," Linda said, giving Mona her drink.
Ted monopolized Mona's time so she figured they had decided before she had come over that he would be her "partner." Ted was a very good dancer. He kept Mona close to him as he danced and she smelled his shaving lotion. She knew she was getting excited. She knew she wasn't going to go to bed with Jim but it was nice to think about. He probably looked good in the nude. Well, there was no harm in thinking about it.
Somehow, Mona's glass never seemed to empty. Every time she lifted it to her lips, it was filled to the brim. She held on to it even while she was dancing. Linda just kept refilling.
"Linda told me you were beautiful," Ted whispered in her ear. "She didn't exaggerate."
The cocktails were making her feel good. There was a heady feeling in her stomach. She closed her eyes and she imagined she was floating.
"I'm drinking too much," she finally decided.
"Don't be silly," Linda said. She was dancing with Dave. "It's no party without drinks."
"Nicest party I've ever been to," Dave said, his hand fondling Linda's buttocks.
"Is it hot in here?" Mona asked.
"What's the matter, baby?" Ted asked.
"I feel awfully warm."
Linda stopped dancing with Dave. She picked up the shaker and refilled Mona's glass. "I'll put on the air conditioner."
"I think I drank too much," Mona said.
"Don't be silly." Ted took her glass and held it to her lips. "Here. Drink it all down, baby."
Obediently, like a child, Mona drank the cocktail.
Linda switched on the air conditioner.
"I feel dizzy," Mona complained. "Woozy."
"Come on upstairs and lay down for a while," Linda said. She put her arm around Mona's waist and led her upstairs to her bedroom. She removed Mona's dress and Mona lay on the bed.
"I'm sorry to be such a nuisance," Mona apologized.
Linda sat on the bed. "Don't be silly. You know, Ted--likes you. I can tell."
"Really. He is very nice."
"Are you comfortable?"
"Yes. I'm awfully sweaty. The liquor, I guess."
"Let me take off your bra. You'll be more comfortable."
"Oh, no. It's all right."
"Don't be childish." Linda was insistent. She turned Mona on her side, unsnapped the bra and removed it. She stared at Mona's naked breasts. "They're cute."
Mona giggled. "You really think so?"
"Uh huh." Linda passed her hand over Mona's breasts.
Mona would have been shocked if she wasn't slightly drunk. "You shouldn't do that."
"Don't be silly. It's nothing. Didn't a girl ever touch you before? I'm not making love to you. I just touched you. You have nice breasts. I'll bet your hubby is crazy about them." She started to tug down Mona's panties.
"What are you doing?" Mona asked feebly.
"Stripping you." Linda tossed the nylon panties to the foot of the bed. "You have a beautiful figure. You should be proud of it."
Mona saw Ted standing there, by the side of the bed. Her eyes opened in alarm and she tried to shield her breasts from his gaze.
Linda took her hands away. "That's no way to act. Ted--likes you. So do I, damn it. Now behave."
Ted was climbing on the bed. He was naked.
Mona saw his stiff cock. It looked enormous.
"Oh, no," she moaned. "Oh, please."
Linda's hand traveled down Mona's naked body to her crotch. "Don't act like a fool. Ted wants you. Come on now." Her fingers were moving over Mona's crotch, exploring the surface of the cunt, rubbing at the clitoris, preparing her. She used both hands to separate Mona's white rounded thighs.
Mona made a feeble attempt to resist. It was no use. She felt the head of Ted's cock at the entrance of her vagina. Then the slow intrusion. She felt her muscles stretching. She started to groan. "It's too big. You're hurting me.
"Shh." Linda took Mona's hand and squeezed it. "It's all right, baby. I'm right here beside you. It'll be over soon."
"Ugghhh," Mona groaned. "It's hurting me."
"I'm right here, baby," Linda said soothingly.
Ted was moving faster and faster. His huge cock pistoning in and out of Mona's pussy. He handled her breasts, squeezed them, twisting the nipples.
"You're hurting me." Mona tried to remove his hands from her breasts with her left hand. Her right hand was being held tightly by Linda. "My breasts. You're hurting me. Please."
"Can't help it," Ted grunted.
"It'll be over soon," Linda said.
"He's hurting me down there," Mona groaned. "Hurting me!"
Ted's ass moved wildly. His face was strained, his eyes glazed. Then he poured his hot sperm into Mona's cunt.
Mona felt the deluge. She felt hot and sticky.
Ted climbed off her.
Linda released Mona's hand. "I'll take care of it, baby." She went to the bathroom, returned with a basin of soapy water and a wash rag and bathed Mona's pussy.
Then she brought the basin back to the bathroom.
"Did I hurt you?" Ted asked Mona.
Mona refused to look at him.
Linda came back. "We're going downstairs. You just relax." She patted Mona's shoulder and she and Ted walked out.
Mona was alone. A feeling of alarm came over her. What had she done? She had allowed Ted to lay her. Another man, besides her husband, had entered her body, had spilled his semen into her. She felt like a common whore. Reason took over finally. It wasn't her fault. She had been drunk. She hadn't wanted it. She couldn't help it. It had been like a rape. She turned on her side and started to sob.
When Linda came up, she had quieted down. "They're gone," Linda said. She was nude. She sat on the bed. "I gave Dave a blow job and sent them home. Now we can be alone."
Mona lay on her back, looked up at Linda.
"I feel awful."
"They gave me fifty dollars. Half is yours. Ever make an easy twenty-five bucks before like that?"
"It's not the money."
"Don't be an idiot."
"He hurt me down there. And my breasts."
"That was because you weren't hot enough," Linda said. "I tried to help but it wasn't enough. You weren't ready. You'll see. If you'd gotten into the spirit of it, Ted wouldn't have hurt you. You would have swung right along with him."
"I suppose you're right. But I wish it hadn't happened."
"Did he hurt your breasts?"
"Yes," Mona said.
"Let me see." She examined Mona's breasts. She used her fingers to help her in her search for bruises. "It's nothing. Your nipples are swollen. They're erect." She caressed the nipples. "Didn't you feel anything when Ted was screwing you?"
"Nothing."
"You're sure?"
"I don't know, I think I was starting to feel something when he came."
"I guess he couldn't hold off. He knew he was hurting you, you see. That probably inflamed him. Men like to dominate, hurt their women when they're fucking them."
"I'd better get back to my own place." Mona started to rise from the bed.
"No," Linda said. "He hurt you down there too. Let me soothe you."
"You already washed me."
"I just want to soothe you," Linda said softly. She moved till she was curled up at the foot of the bed. She separated Mona's luscious thighs and her mouth sought the target area. She licked at Mona's cunt and Mona moaned.
"Oh, you shouldn't," Mona. said. "You She groaned as she felt Linda's tongue touching all the sensitive spots. She squirmed. It wasn't right, Linda tonguing her cunt, but she couldn't help it. It felt so nice. That tongue was now on her erect bud and she loved it. She gasped and she closed her eyes as a thousand thrills ran through her twisting, turning body. She climaxed again and again as Linda sucked her cunt.
CHAPTER TEN
Ward didn't have time for breakfast. He shaved, showered, put on fresh clothes and kissed Mona on the cheek. "I'll call you this afternoon." Then he headed out.
Mona had a feeling Linda would be coming by for coffee later on. She was right.
Linda showed up wearing a halter and shorts. She kissed Mona on the cheek. "No regrets?"
Mona shook her head. "No regrets."
"Dave is coming over this afternoon. It can mean another twenty-five dollars for you."
"Oh-I couldn't!"
"It's all arranged. Don't be a sap. This is easy, Baby. You must go and make a pot of coffee. Then we'll go over to my place and wait for Dave."
"If Ward should ever find out
"Believe me, he won't."
They had coffee and sandwiches and then they went to Linda's house to await David's arrival.
"I saw Ward leave," Linda said. He showed up, did he?"
"Uh-huh. He just got in. Didn't have time to eat. Just changed his clothes and took off. That reminds me. He said he would be calling me this afternoon."
"So what? If he calls when you're not there, you can call him at his office, tell him you were shopping."
"A screw last night," Linda said. "And some fun this afternoon. It adds up to fifty bucks. Can't you pay a couple of bills with that money?"
"Sure. But Ward will want to know where the money came from."
"Bullshit. You think men worry about bills. They expect wifey to take care of the bills. He won't check. You'll be surprised how handy that money can come in. You can even buy yourself a nice piece of jewelry and tell hubby you spent a couple of bucks on it, that it's a fake. They'll never know the difference. Husbands are dumb bunnies. If you feel guilty, you can tell Ward. But make a pile of change first. Don't be a sucker."
"I hope I'm doing the right thing. I love Ward. I don't want to jeopardize my marriage."
"You won't. Men are greedy. And Ward is broad minded. You'll find out soon enough."
They had lunch before Dave showed up. He seemed glad to see Mona. He kissed Linda and then Mona.
Mona was nervous. She wasn't fortified with cocktails. It was going to be a cold-blooded deal. Sex for money. like a common whore. She would have to stop thinking like that or go out of her mind. What the hell! Ward was always complaining about money and bills.
"Need a drink?" Linda asked her.
Mona shook her head, almost violently.
"You need a bracer," Linda insisted. She made drinks and then Dave and Mona went upstairs.
Almost shyly, Mona undressed. She watched him take his clothes off. He had an athletic body, broad shoulders, narrow waist and hips. He had strong muscular thighs.
"You've got a great shape," he said, running admiring eyes over her full breasts, flat belly, long white thighs. He took her in his arms and kissed her.
Mona felt his hard chest against her firm breasts and was thrilled. Her nipples stiffened. She felt his hands on her smooth back and jutting buttocks.
Soon they were on the bed, making love.
He kissed her breasts, sucked her nipples, nibbled on her thighs and then he cupped her buttocks and feasted on her girl flesh.
Mona gasped in ecstasy, her head straining backwards. A deep sigh of rapture rose from her very depths. Her body arched and pulsated with passion. "I love that," she moaned. "Your lips and tongue. Oh, yes. like that. I'm going to come. Ooooohhhh. Ummmm. Yes. Now, now." She cried out and convulsions shook her body. She climaxed and the liquid flowed onto his lips.
He climbed over her and she took hold of his prick and pumped it and then guided it to her cunt hole.
He rammed home and then there was a startled look on her face. Fires roared and she was hot again. Deep tremors of sensation shook her to the core.
Dave kept sliding back and forth and she loved it. She moved with him, keeping pace. She caressed his chest and twisted his little dark nipples. She was moaning and whimpering. Her neck muscles were straining. She drew in her breath sharply and she climbed, then passed over the brink. She had come violently.
Dave kept giving it to her, his stiff prick going in and out of her love tunnel. He massaged her tits as he rammed home.
His ass moved, swayed, worked crazily, thrusting his rod deep into her lubricated cunt. He twisted her nipples, pulled at them, shook them. He knew he was soon approaching his climax. He had that particular feeling in his balls. He uttered wild gibberish as he worked harder at fucking her.
"Come on, give it to me," Mona said. "Pour it on." She scratched at his nipples.
He groaned and his cock quivered in her tunnel and his seed, hot and white, shot through his cock in a thin stream and flooded her wet cunt.
He kissed her lips and he squeezed her tits.
"That was the best fuck I've had in a long time," he told her.
"I aim to please," Mona said, like she thought a professional whore would say.
He got out of her with a deep sigh. His cock glistened from the combined come juices. "Lick it," he told her.
She hesitated.
"Come on," he said. "Lick it. Linda always does."
She bent her head forward and licked his cock. She tasted the salty wetness and it wasn't too bad.
She licked him clean.
They got dressed and went downstairs.
Linda had drinks ready for them.
"It wasn't too bad, was it?" she asked Mona.
"No, it was all right."
"It was perfect," Dave said, his young face breaking out in a wide grin. "Never enjoyed myself so much in my life."
"Well, I'm not sure I appreciate that remark," Linda said, pretending to be angry.
Mona laughed. "He's only kidding."
Linda shook her head. "Well, I don't know about that." Then she grinned. "Who the hell cares anyway?"
"Let's have some more drinks," Dave said. "Well, maybe one more round, then I've got to beat it."
Linda poured Scotch into glasses. "When will I see you again?"
"I don't know," Dave said. "I'll give you a ring." He patted Mona's hip. "But does it have to be in the afternoon?"
Linda handed him his glass. "Yes, if you want Mona."
"But last night...."
"Her hubby was away," Linda explained. "When it happens again I'll give you or Ted a ring. Okay?"
"Okay," Dave said. He tasted his Scotch. "Not bad."
"The one drink I don't care for," Linda said. "That smoky quality. like medicine. I just don't like it."
Later, after Dave had left, Linda asked Mona how it had been. She and Mona were drinking bourbon and water.
"Not bad," Mona said. "He made me lick his cock after he came. I didn't want to do it but he said you always did."
"There's nothing wrong with that," Linda said. "A little salty but so what? You can't get pregnant from it." Mona laughed. "I guess not."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was a large table in a conference room. At the head sat Ed Blanding. He looked prominently salient because of his outward bulk. At his right sat Ward Hardy and to his left Fay Darrow.
Fay was doing the talking. She droned on and on, and Ward felt like telling her to shut up. Fay was a dumpy woman with brown hair and a face that was full and reddish.
"Maybe I'll renew, maybe I won't," she was saying. "But if there is a new contract, it must contain a subsidiary clause giving me the right to cancel at any time. I wasn't too happy with the last campaign. Sales slumped. It isn't because my products have deteriorated either." On and on she went.
Ward wished he had a drink. He wished he were somewhere else. He looked at the others around the table. There was Baily, Gordon, Simms, Sheila Jones and Terence Young. Idea men, copywriters, artists. They all .had attentive faces but what was going on in their minds? Were they as bored as he was? And what about Ed? What was Ed thinking?
"I want a new layout in a week," Fay commanded.
"In a week?" someone protested. "But-"
"We can do it," Ed said, glowering at the speaker.
The conference broke up after Ed's promise of production.
Fay Darrow had heard the words she had come for.
"How's your charming wife?" Fay asked Ward while everyone was milling about.
"She's just fine," he said, wondering if she had designs on Mona.
"Ed invited me to dinner tomorrow night," Fay said. "I think it would be nice if you and your wife showed up. We could combine pleasure and business. There's a lot to talk about."
"Sure, sure," Ed interrupted. "You and Mona come on over, Ward. I can invite the others if you want, Fay?"
"Five will be enough," Fay said.
It was arranged that Ward and Mona would pick Fay up at her hotel and then they would all meet at Ed's apartment for dinner.
Ward put a few things in his briefcase. Doreen walked in. "Don't forget about Saturday," she said, winking.
"Saturday? No, I won't forget."
He went down and got into his car. Saturday. It had slipped his mind. He drove to a bar on Sixth Avenue and had a stinger. At least there was no time to worry about money. What with Sharon, Eva, and Doreen on his mind. And Fay Darrow. She had met Mona a couple of times and, whenever she was in town, always asked about her. Was she interested in his wife? It was possible. She had made passes at Eva and Doreen, who were much younger and prettier. Should he tell Mona about it? She would probably get a laugh out of it.
He had another stinger.
Funny how liquor went with sex. A few drinks and then right into bed and fuck, fuck, fuck.
He walked to a phone booth in back and called Mona. "What's for dinner?"
"I haven't put it up yet. How about a steak?"
"I'll settle for a crisp salad and a cup of coffee."
"Aren't you hungry?"
"No. Too hot to eat. A salad will be fine."
"All right, honey," Mona said. "When will you be home?"
"I'm leaving right now." He hung up and went out to his car. The day was dying slowly.
He kicked the motor over and pulled away from the curb. He lit a cigarette and concentrated on his driving.
His shirt, wet from sweat, was sticking to his back and sides. There was a traffic jam up ahead. He quickly went up a side street.
It was a hell of a two days, he thought. Or rather, two nights. Eva and Sharon. Two sexy bitches. If Ed ever found out. He shuddered inwardly. Ed was a big beefy bastard. He could probably take him apart with one hand. He would have to be very careful if he was to keep on screwing with Eva. But how long could it last? They were bound to slip up and Ed would get wise. He would be out in the cold looking in.
He wondered if he could ease away from Eva gradually. Maybe she would find someone else. According to Sharon, he wasn't her first enamored swain. There were others. Heaven knew how many others.
He wondered what he would do if Mona ever cheated on him. Well, that wasn't too likely. Not someone like Mona.
He sped down Woodhaven. Not much traffic now. His time spent in that bar had helped avoid most of the traffic. He made a right hand turn on to Hoffman Lane and almost hit a pedestrian.
There was his house, drawn well back from a lawn of short-cut grass, stucco and brick, two-stories, with a back porch and a small garden. Mona had wanted a swimming pool.
He parked the car and Mona greeted him. He kissed her and patted her hip.
He ate the salad and drank a third of a bottle of wine. Mona had salad and a small steak with French style green beans.
He told her about the conference with Fay Darrow when they were in the living room, sipping coffee.
"We're going out to dinner," he told her. "At Ed and Eva's. It was really Fay's idea. We'll pick her up tomorrow evening."
"You don't like Fay Darrow, do you?" Mona asked.
"Who does?"
"She seems to like you."
"Hold on to your hat," he said. "It's you she--likes. She always asks about you. I think she wouldn't mind getting you into bed with her."
Mona thought he was kidding but he finally convinced her.
"She wouldn't come out and make a pitch for me," Mona said. "She isn't that crazy."
"No. But she may hint at it or make a pass and see how you'll react. What can she lose?"
"Maybe we'd better not go?" Mona suggested.
He scowled. "Are you kidding? Of course, we'll go. What are you afraid of losing, your virtue?"
"But what if she does make a pass?"
Ward took a deep breath. "So what? Just laugh it off. Don't slap her, for Pete's sake. That's all I need. She's too damn important to the firm."
"I won't slap her," Mona said. "Don't be silly."
"It won't be an ordeal," Ward said. "She probably won't do anything. She never has before, or has she?"
"I would have told you if she'd ever made a pass. I only saw her twice, I believe."
"Boy, am I beat. I might even have to work the weekend. Ideas, layouts. If you only knew. Maybe you should get away for the weekend because I'll surely be a grouch. That Fay Darrow can run a person ragged."
"I wouldn't think of going away."
He shrugged his shoulders. He looked at his watch. "I think I'm going to bed early."
"To sleep?"
He stared at her. "Of course. What else?"
"I haven't seen you for two nights," she said in a little girl voice. "I missed you."
"You mean you missed it?"
"That's just what I mean."
"You're looking at a tired old man," he said.
"Oh yeah? What if I decide to rape you?" He stood up. "I don't think it could be done."
"What makes you so damn sure?"
"Even the sexiest Hollywood actress couldn't get it up tonight," he told her. He started for the stairs.
"There are ways and ways," she said.
"Good night, honey. I'm sorry."
She watched him go up the stairs. He had never been that tired that he couldn't get it up to screw her. Had he been fooling around the last two days, she wondered.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry for you."
She went out the back door, walked to Linda's house, and knocked on the back door. Linda opened up. She told Linda what she wanted. They went upstairs and Linda gave the dildo to Mona. "Fuck him good," Linda said, laughing.
Mona took the dildo back with her, went upstairs. Ward was on his side, snoring gently. He was sleeping naked. She went into the bathroom, found a tube of KY jelly, greased the dildo. She undressed, strapped on the dildo, and walked into the bedroom.
She pushed him over so that he was on his belly. "What the hell?" he muttered. "Why did you wake me up?" His voice was thick with sleep. "What's going-"
Mona was straddling him. She pried his buttocks apart to expose his red puckered ass-hole. Tiny tufts of hair grew out of the orifice. She moved forward, directing the head of the dildo to his anus.
"Mona, what are you doing?" He craned his neck to see what was going on. "Get off me."
She thrust and the dildo entered his ass-hole.
He groaned. He tried to toss her off him.
"No," she cried, pushing at his shoulders, holding him down. "Lie still. I'm going to fuck you in the ass and you're not going to stop me."
His resistance fled. He never knew why. Perhaps the novelty of it all. Perhaps the dildo in his ass felt good. But he lay on his belly while, his wife fucked him in the ass.
He groaned because, though the dildo was well greased, it was thick and it was stretching his muscles. And he had never been penetrated this way before. He groaned but let her do as she wished. There was a certain amount of pleasure attached to the driving of the dildo in and out of his anus. Pleasure and pain. The two went well together.
Mona worked industriously over Ward, moving her hips, driving the dildo well into his buttocks.
She fucked him and she sweated. Sweat ran down the valley of her breasts. When she felt tuckered out she finally withdrew the dildo.
He turned on his side and saw the dildo. "Where the hell did you get that?"
"I borrowed it from Linda." She saw that he had an erection. "It really got to you, didn't it?" She removed the dildo.
"It sure did." He reached for her.
She neatly evaded him. "You go back to sleep now." She walked into the bathroom to wash the dildo and dry it.
Naked, Ward stood in the doorway of the bathroom, his rod stiff and angry-looking. "Are you kidding? Look, what fun did you get out of it? I know you didn't come."
"I proved I could fuck you in the ass, didn't I?"
"Yes. Okay. So you proved your point. Now you got me good and hot. Let's go to bed."
She shook her head, no. "I don't feel like it."
"Well, that's a hell of a way to be. I'm hot. Look at me. I've got a terrific hard-on. What am I supposed to do?"
"Jerk yourself off." She brushed past him and started to get dressed.
"Where are you going now?" he demanded to know.
"I want to bring the dildo back to Linda."
"Can't it wait till morning?"
"No, it can't. You see, her husband is away and she may need it. My husband isn't away but I have a feeling I may need it myself."
"Don't be silly." He waved his dick at her. "Look, this is much better than a dildo."
"I wouldn't know."
"Oh, for-"
"I'll be back later." She went out, and went down the stairs. Linda let her in. "Is anyone here?" Mona asked. "No."
"Come on upstairs."
They went upstairs and Mona gave the dildo to Linda. "Either put it away or use it on me. I don't care how you do it as long as you make me come. I'm so hot it isn't funny."
"What happened?" Linda asked, sitting on the bed. She was in Nile-green pajamas.
"I pushed him flat on his belly and fucked him in the ass," Mona said candidly. "It gave him a hard-on. He wanted to fuck with me after that, but I wouldn't let him. I told him to play with himself if he wanted to come. I'll teach him a lesson."
"Good for you."
"Now I'm hot and I'm dying for some fun." Mona started to strip. "I hope you don't mind?"
"Don't be silly. I think it's a swell idea. Your poor husband. I'll bet he's suffering."
"Let him suffer," said Mona unhooking her bra and freeing her white, pink-topped globes. She stooped to shed her panties.
Linda took off her green pajamas.
Mona lay back on the bed, one knee up. Linda sat on the bed, still undecided as to what she wanted to do. She suddenly made up her mind and strapped on the dildo. She then caressed Mona's tits and licked them with a wet stiff tongue. She caressed the girl-mound, her fingers running through the silky hairs, and toying with the slightly moist outer lips. She dipped her stiffened fingers inside the bushy well and Mona gasped. She invaded Mona's private premises with knowing fingers, caressing the vaginal walls.
Mona's thighs were well spread now.
Linda got into position between the luscious rounded white thighs and aimed the head of the dildo to Mona's V. She inserted the dildo with a slight shove of her hips and Mona whimpered.
"Does it hurt?" Linda asked, her hands on Mona's tits.
"A little bit." Mona tautologically blurred.
"I didn't use ointment. There's enough moisture in your sweet pussy." She thrust in a bit more and Mona wrapped her thighs around Linda's slender waist.
"Give it to me," Mona begged. "Fuck me. Fuck me with that wonderful tool. Oh, give it to me good."
Linda moved the dildo in and out of Mona's wet cunny. She molded the tits and stroked the nipples while she fucked Mona with the imitation prick. She drove deep and squeezed Mona's titties. Mona gasped and pivoted her swiveling hips.
A thousand sparks went off in Mona's skull. She grimaced as she whipped her body crazily, her ass repeatedly thrashing on the bed. She came and she whimpered.
Linda withdrew the dildo and whipped it off her body. "That got me hot," she said, her mouth going to Mona's tits. She bit the nipples and Mona ran her fingers through Linda's flaming red hair.
"Blow me," Linda said, climbing over Mona.
Without thinking twice, Mona clutched Linda's hips and drew the precious meat down to her lips. Her tongue snaked out and entered the girl hole. She laved the cunt while Linda shuddered and moaned. She found the bud and clung to it, her tongue caressing it, her teeth surrounding it, her lips suctioning it.
"Oh, that's good," Linda moaned. "Good. Good. So damn good. Oh, suck me off. Suck me good. I want to come in your mouth. Yes. Soon. Oh, I feel it. I feel it. Yes, now. Now. NOW!"
Linda screamed and she flowed.
Mona tasted the sweet flow of cream and licked at the clitoris till Linda rolled away.
They agreed it had been divine.
They dressed and Linda kissed the dildo and put it away. They went downstairs. Mona refused a cup of coffee. "Ward will be wondering what's keeping me," she said.
"Either that or he's asleep."
"He won't be asleep," Mona said. "He was too damn hot to sleep. He's probably waiting for me to suck his prick or let him fuck me. He was awfully hot. His cock was rigid and ready."
"What are you going to do if he's awake and wants it?" Linda asked, going into the kitchen to make coffee.
Mona followed her. "I guess I shouldn't let him suffer too much," she said. "Maybe I'll let him throw it to me."
"I'd let him suffer. You sure you don't want any coffee."
"I'm sure."
"Call me tomorrow afternoon. I may have something. Oh, what the hell. I'll probably drop in anyway."
Mona went out the back way, crossed the back yard, and went into her house. She walked through the kitchen, into the living room, and went up to the bedroom. Ward was in bed, a sheet over him. She sat on the bed and shook him.
"Are you awake?" she asked.
"You expect me to sleep with you shouting in my ear?" he growled.
"I'm relenting," she said. "You still want to get laid?"
"No. I've lost interest."
She stood up, undressed, and got into bed. "Ward?"
"Yes."
"Are you angry with me."
"No, of course not."
"Ward, how come, all of a sudden, you don't want me anymore?"
"Because I followed your crude advice," he told her.
"You jerked off?"
"Yes."
She snuggled up against him. "I'm sorry."
"That's okay, honey."
"Ward, I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Just a little bit."
"Want me to wash your behind?"
"No, it's okay."
She pressed against him, her tits against his back, her arm around his waist. She caressed his chest. "I'm sorry you got so hot and I didn't take care of you. It wasn't right."
"Don't be silly. To tell you the truth, I rather enjoyed what you did with that dildo. I got a terrific kick out of it."
She laughed. "I guess you did. It gave you an erection."
"I didn't know Linda had such a thing."
"I didn't know either till a couple of days ago," Mona said.
"What does she do with it? She doesn't use it on her husband, does she?"
"I didn't discuss it with her," Mona lied. After all, she wasn't sure whether Linda wanted her to tell Ward about the dildo and why it was used. It was none of Ward's business. It was between her and Linda.
"I'll bet," Ward growled good-naturedly. "Did you tell Linda why you wanted to borrow that thing?"
"I did," Mona confessed. "It was obvious anyway."
"That Linda sure is a cute trick," Ward teased. "I wonder if I should try to cultivate her."
"You'd better not," Mona said, pinching his nipple hard. "Hey! that hurt!"
"It'll hurt you worse than that if you start in with Linda." Her hand went down to his cock and clutched it. She squeezed the instrument, hurting him.
"Cut that out."
"Did you hear what I said?"
"I heard you. Let go. I was only kidding."
She relieved the pressure but she kept her hand on his cock. "Next time I use that dildo I won't put on any ointment. It'll really hurt you."
"You must have a sadistic streak in you."
"Could be."
"It took a long time for it to show."
"Darling, do we have to go to dinner tomorrow with Ed and Eva?" she said. "I don't really care for them."
"It's a duty," he said. "Now let me get some sleep."
She closed her eyes, her face against his back, her hand on his limp prick. They fell asleep that way.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The next afternoon Linda had two gentlemen callers, one for her and one for Mona. They were middle-aged but vigorous and generous. Linda and Mona both ended up with fifth dollar bills.
They had drinks together after the men left.
Mona was sprawled out on the divan. "I just can't believe it. Fifty dollars for less than two hours. And I can't call it work because I really had a good time. Mac made me come twice with that monster of a cock."
"When are you going to tell Ward."
"I'm afraid to tell him, Linda."
"Then don't."
"But I'll feel guilty until I do."
"Well, it's your problem. You'll just have to work it out for yourself."
"Do you think we can hunt up another customer?" Mona's mood was serious. "I need all the money I can get."
"Want to go out on a call?"
"Sure."
Linda got on the phone. "I'll see if he's in. He--likes fresh meat. But you'll have to work for it. He--likes a lot of sucking."
"That's okay with me."
Linda started talking into the mouthpiece, "I've got a nice chick for you, Jack. Young and fresh. Yes, she has big tits. Just slip me a ten for sending her to you. Yes, she does everything." Linda winked at Mona. "Okay. I'll send her right over." She replaced the receiver on its cradle.
"How much will he pay me?" Mona asked.
"Twenty-five. He may tip you. He could be generous. Depends on his mood."
"Who is he?"
"Jack Carrol. He owns three supermarkets, has a wife and two kids. He's thirty-seven and is considered a success business-wise. Not bad-looking. He--likes variety. He calls me every so often to ask. if I have someone new. He--likes different girls. I guess most men do.
That's why the average madam changes her girls every week or two."
"He--likes to get blown, is that it?"
"Among other things."
"Don't keep me in suspense," Mona said. "What the hell do you mean, among other things?"
"He--likes to give it in the ass."
"I've survived that," Mona said.
"Then you'll get along. I called him at his officer He'll meet you at the Chelsea Arms. I'll give you the address."
"I have to drive to the city then?"
"Uh-huh. It's only twenty minutes. Take the highway."
"The Chelsea Arms. Is that where he lives?"
Linda was writing the address on a pad. "No. He lives on the Island. Has a home. He keeps an apartment at the Chelsea Arms just for fucking purposes. His wife doesn't know about it." She tore off the top sheet of paper and gave it to Mona.
"And you get ten," Mona mused. "Don't, you feel like a pimp?" she asked with rancor.
"No, I feel like a businesswoman. What the hell? If you met him in a bar and he took you to his place he'd still give you the same amount. The ten isn't coming out of your pocketbook."
"I don't care."
"Want me to drive you?" Linda asked. "You don't care?"
"I don't mind. I'm not expecting any calls now."
"Let me change into something else," Mona said, "I'll meet you out in front in ten minutes."
Mona changed into a micro mini and dabbed perfume behind her ears. She got into Linda's car and Linda took off. "You look cute in that outfit," Linda said.
"Thanks." Mona lit a cigarette.
"You keep this up," Linda said, "you'll make a pile of change."
"I just want enough to take care of all my outstanding bills," said Mona. "Then I'll call it quits."
"Oh, sure."
"What do you mean?"
"I know a little housewife who had the same idea. She made enough to take care of all her bills. Then she and hubby decided they needed a new car and then a cabin cruiser and then something else. She's still peddling her ass."
"A cabin cruiser?" Mona was incredulous.
"She charges plenty," Linda said. "And her Johns meet her price. She's a real beauty. She's twenty and looks sixteen. The men are all crazy for her. She's been at it for two years."
"I suppose one could sock it away," Mona said. "I haven't done too bad and how long have I been doing this?"
"See what I mean?"
"Yeah, but Ward is bound to find out. I can't get away with it for too long. I'll always feel uneasy."
"Then tell him."
"I'll have to. Or I'll just quit."
Linda parked and Mona got out. "It's across the street," Linda said. "If I'm not in the car, I'll be in that snack bar at the corner. Okay, hon?"
"Okay." Mona said and crossed the street. A truck driver leaned his head out of his cabin and whistled at her.
A self-service elevator escorted her to the sixth floor and soon she was thumping the black bar on the door. It opened up and she walked through.
Jack Carrol was a handsome man with sand-colored hair, broad shoulders and narrow hips. He was in denim pants and a tee-shirt. His feet were bare. He had a drink in his hand. "Hi, honey."
"Hello." Mona replied after surveying his body's geography.
The front room was spacious, covered with a Persian carpet that had woven into it an intricate design in silver and gold. There were oils on the walls, an enamel clock on the mantelpiece over a fake red brick fireplace.
She told him her name and he made her a drink.
"It's nice here," she said. There was a terrace and she went out and stood and watched the crawling cars in the street underneath. She felt him beside her.
"It's my little love nest," he told her, slipping his arm around her waist. "I hope you live up to all my expectations."
"I will." She smiled up at him. "That's what I'm here for."
"You do have a nice bosom. Nice and full. I hope you're not wearing falsies."
"You'll soon find out."
They left the terrace and walked into the bedroom. They embraced by the side of the bed, their lips fencing with each other. He ran his hands down her back to her jutting buttocks.
She could feel his rising excitement.
She tugged at his tee-shirt and then her hands felt his bare belly and chest. He whipped off the tee-shirt and took off his pants. All he was wearing now was his shorts. The front protruded from his tremendous hard-on. He finally pulled it down and she saw his elongated cock.
He helped her undress and when she was nude, he massaged her full breasts, waking up the nipples. He deposited her on the bed, licked at the valley between her white globes. He moved up till he was kneeling by her shoulders and his cock was near her face.
She held his tool at the base and her tongue ran around the purple head and he groaned heavily. She tongued him till he was about to burst. He pulled his cock away from her tongue just in time.
"On your belly," he said.
She lay on her stomach. "Use an ointment," she said.
"Too damn hot."
"Please," she pleaded.
He suddenly moved his head to her ass. "I'll wet you with my saliva," he said, and he used his tongue on her ass-hole.
She gasped when she felt his tongue enter her anus. That was heavenly. She rubbed her cunt against the mattress as he forced his tongue all the way in, and the humid flesh clung to the jutting wet tongue. He licked her' good while she rubbed her cunny against the bed. She moaned when she came.
He positioned himself, pried her buttocks apart, and his cock delved into her ass-hole.
She groaned from the mixture of pleasure and pain when his huge cock stretched her ass muscles. It was hurting her but she was getting a thrill from it.
He moved in and out of her anus.
He was panting heavily. A tingle started at the base of his spine. Her clinging ass flesh felt great against his cock. The friction was driving him wild.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she said. "Squirt it into me. Let me feel that juice. Come on, fuck me. Fuck me hard."
He groaned and his cock moved rapidly, in and out, in and out, his hands roamed her smooth back and her graceful shoulders. He fucked her with a vengeance. He groaned and he felt the coming climax. His balls were heavy. He leaned down, bit her shoulder and he flooded her anal passage with his sperm.
She felt the juice shooting into the bowels of her body and it felt like hot lava flooding her inner caverns. She sighed deeply as he took his cock out of her lubricated back passage.
He slapped her buttocks and they quivered. "You've got a nice soft behind," he said.
"Thanks." She got up and went into the bathroom and washed her ass-hole.
He was lighting a cigarette when she came back. "Want a drink?"
"Uh-huh," she said as she moved the bath towel between her legs.
He poured brandy into a glass and gave it to her. He sat on the bed, smoking, and watched her. "You sure have big titties," he said.
"I'm glad you like them," she laughed.
"When can I see you again?"
She shrugged. "Maybe next week."
"You have a number?"
"Uh-huh. But you can't use it. Call Linda if you want me."
"Oh, I will. I sure will."
She dressed and he gave her thirty dollars. "Is that okay?"
"That's just swell." She kissed him on the lips and she went out.
She found Linda in the snack bar and ordered a chopped egg sandwich on rye and a cup of coffee.
"How was it?" Linda asked.
"Swell. I enjoyed it."
"You like sex, don't you?"
Mona looked serious. "It sure looks that way, doesn't it?"
"Nothing wrong in that," Linda said.
Mona ate her sandwich and drank her coffee. "Do you think I'm a nymphomaniac?"
"Don't be silly."
"I'm beginning to think so. I mean, at first, I felt like I was a common whore. But I love every minute of my bed sessions. I know the men are customers and nothing more but I enjoy them so. I know it isn't natural."
"You're talking nonsense," Linda said.
"You think so?"
"Yes. There's no reason you can't enjoy sex even though you're getting paid for it."
"How about you, Linda?" Mona said. "Do you enjoy the fellows when you're with them?"
"Most of the time," Linda admitted. "Of course, I'm not in it for the fun of it. It's strictly the cash that interests me. But I do have fun and why shouldn't I? I'm normal and I love sex."
They went out and walked to Linda's car.
"Now to get ready for dinner out with the boss and his wife," Mona said.
"You sound like it'll be a hardship." Linda drove away from the curb.
"It will be," Mona sighed. "But what can I do?"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Mona waited in the car while Ward went to call for Fay Darrow. She was in her slip when she let him in. She didn't appear embarrassed. Anyway, she was practically covered up except for the valley between her breasts being revealed. "Just let me slip something on. There's stuff on the cocktail table if you want anything."
She went into another room and he sat down on the davenport. On the cocktail table were several glasses, several bottles of mixer, a lemon, Scotch, bourbon, gin and assorted liquors, ice cubes, a chromium siphon, and a small bottle of bitters. He made himself a drink and waited for her.
Some women look good in their slips. They look appetizing. Even some heavy women looked swell in slips. In her slip, that had been cut low, her breast valley was deep and shadowed. He should have felt a little bothered, sexually. But no. He hadn't been affected at all. He just didn't feel anything towards Fay. It was obvious that she was a woman. There were her big tits to tell him that. She wasn't an ugly woman at all. In fact, some men might have found her attractive even though she had a dumpy figure. But Ward wouldn't have gone to bed with her on a bet. It wasn't the fact that she was a lesbian. He had gone to bed with lesbians before. But Fay Darrow left him cold.
He tasted his drink and wondered if she had ever been to bed with a man. He knew she was forty. Could it be possible she was a virgin at forty? Yes, it was very possible.
When she came back she was wearing a square-necked simple black dress. There was a diamond and ruby bracelet on her right wrist. She said: "Are you ready?"
He tossed down the remains of his drink and they went out into the hall where he rang for the elevator.
"Mona should have come up with you," she said, while they waited for the elevator. "She could have had a drink."
"Couldn't find a parking spot. She's cruising about."
"Parking is a problem, isn't it?" The elevator appeared and they got in. "That's why I never rent a car while I'm here. I go by cab. Or I get one of Ed's flunkies to take me someplace when-"
"I didn't know we had flunkies in the firm," he said angrily.
She stared at him, her face composed. "You don't like me very much, do you?"
"Don't be silly."
The elevator stopped, the doors opened and they got out. They walked out and waited for Mona to show up. They both got in the front, Fay Darrow between Mona and Ward.
The talk was light and meaningless while Mona drove to the Blanding residence.
Ed was in a jovial mood when they showed up. Eva had on a satin and silver ensemble. She looked good. There was a scent of gardenias clinging to her.
Dinner was superb. Afterwards, in the front room, sipping brandy and coffee, they talked business while Eva and Mona stood in the corner, admiring a Miro painting Eva had recently bought.
"The ideas are sound," Fay said. "When can I see the layout?"
"In two weeks," Ed promised.
"I won't be here that long. I told you."
"Okay," Ed said. "I did promise you'd have what you want in a week, didn't I? Okay. It'll be done. I'll have my people working on it over the weekend."
"We'll give it that old college try," Ward said.
"You and I should get together this weekend," Fay said to Ward. "I want to talk to you about a few things."
"Ward doesn't mind," Ed said.
"No, of course not." Ward lit a cigarette.
"Bring Mona with you," Fay said. "No reason she should stay home alone."
The woman was so damn obvious, Ward was thinking.
Later, in the kitchen making drinks, Ward was alone with Ed. "Can't you see what she's up to?" he said.
Ed ran an ice cube tray under running water in the sink, loosening the cubes. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"She keeps bringing Mona into the conversations," Ward said. "Now she wants Mona over while we go over the campaign ideas. Who's she kidding? She's only interested in Mona."
Ed was silent for a time. He put ice cubes into frosted tall glasses and poured gin over the cubes. "Maybe you're right. But what the hell? She isn't going to do anything. I mean, what can she do? She can't rape Mona. She can't make a pass at her. She knows better than that. And if she does make a pass-" Ed paused. "Well, where's the harm?"
"As long as it isn't your wife, is that it?"
"Don't talk nonsense. What if I told you that she already has made passes at Eva? Eva just laughed them off. It was a big joke, see? It didn't bother me. No harm done."
"What if I tell her to go to hell?"
Ed stared at Ward and his voice was ominous. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Ward was about to retort but held his tongue.
They went into the front room with fresh drinks for everyone.
Fay was talking to Mona on the sofa and Eva was looking for a record player in the music room. It was a deluxe apartment, with plenty of rooms. The cook had left after dinner and Eva's maid had cleared away the dishes and had gone off to bed.
Eva found the record player and they listened to Chopin.
It was one o'clock when they left. Ward drove Fay to her hotel Fay insisted they come up for a nightcap. He found a parking place and they went up.
The ice cubes had melted. Fay and Mona had straight bourbon and Ward settled for rye.
"I suppose I could stay an extra week if I have to," Fay said.
"I don't see how we could manage everything in just one week," Ward said. "It would be great if you could stay longer."
"I'll wire my husband," Fay said. "But I do want you two here tomorrow."
Ward looked surprised. "Your husband? I didn't know you were married."
"Well, I am. But I don't work at it." Fay looked at Ward. "Do you know what I wear under my skirt?"
Ward shook his head. He had no idea.
"My husband's pants," Fay said. "Yes, sir. He and his business were floundering when I married him. I took over and now we're sitting pretty."
"Do you ... have any children?" Ward asked.
"No." She looked from Ward to Mona. "It was more of a business arrangement than anything else. I don't particularly care for men when it comes to the sexual part of them."
In a too-sweet voice, Mona said: "But you're still young, Fay. You must have urges like any healthy young normal woman."
"I take care of my needs ... my way," Fay said.
Ward noticed Fay had good legs but the rest of her was too plump. He wondered if a man could have any fun with her in bed. He didn't think so.
"What do you mean, your way?" Mona pressed on, innocently.
"I'll tell you about it sometime," Fay said.
"It's getting late," Ward said. "We'd better be going."
"It's not that late," Fay said.
"I'm relaxed," Mona said. "Don't make me move.
They had more drinks.
"You interest me," Mona said to Fay.
Ward groaned inwardly. What the hell was Mona trying to do? Ruin everything?
"Do I?" Fay appeared amused.
"You say you don't like men," Mona kept on. "But you must need men to satisfy certain bodily urges."
"You can talk plainer than that," Fay said.
"Okay, I will." Mona waved her glass, almost spilling her drink. She was a little drunk. "A girl has to get laid sometime."
"I suppose so," said Fay.
"You need men for that," Mona insisted. "In fact, that's all men are good for. Now take me, for instance. I get all I want. I couldn't do without it."
"Mona, shut up," Ward pleaded. "You're talking too much."
"No, let her go on," Fay said.
"We're no different," Mona said. "You're a female. I'm a female. If I need to get laid then that means you also need to get laid. You understand, don't you?
Grinning, Fay nodded her head.
"So okay," Mona said. "Then you need a man to get laid with. You need a man to plow it in. If you don't mind the plain language. What the hell! So how can you sit there and tell me you don't like men when it comes to sex?"
"You can have sex without men," Fay said.
"That's a good trick if you can do it."
"I can do it."
"I don't believe you," Mona said.
"I'll tell you about it sometime."
"Well, why not now?"
Ward stood up. "We'd better go."
"This is getting interesting," Mona said. "I don't want to go. You sit down and shut up."
Fay ignored Ward. "A woman can have sex with another woman," she said to Mona. "Did you ever have sex with a girl?"
"Yes," Mona said. "And it was swell. But that doesn't mean I'll give up on men."
Ward was staring at Mona, incredulous.
"Well, I gave up on men," Fay said. "I prefer women. But it is getting late. We'll talk some more about this tomorrow."
Ward pulled Mona to her feet and escorted her to the door. "Good night," he told Fay.
Going down in the elevator he said to Mona, "You drank too much."
"I'll be all right once I get some fresh air."
The fresh air didn't help. She got into the car and slumped in her seat. "Gee, I hope I don't get sick."
He pulled away from the curb. "What the hell got into you anyway?" he said. "You know Fay is a dyke."
"I was leading her on, kidding her."
"She'll want to take you to bed with her," Ward said. "She's got a yen for you. I can tell."
"Let her pay me."
"You're crazy."
"I'll show you how crazy I am." She was silent the rest of the way.
He parked the car in the driveway and they went in. He made coffee and she gulped down a cup.
"How do you feel?" he asked. "Better."
"All you need is a good night's sleep."
"Sure. Now you wait right here."
She went away and returned with the money she had earned peddling her wares. "Look, we can pay some bills now, and maybe have a little left over."
"Where did you get that money?"
And she told him. She told him everything.
His face paled as she talked. When she finished he slapped her face hard. "You whore!" he exploded.
"Go ahead and call me names," she said. "I got tired of you crying about money. I won't stop either. Not till we're clear. And maybe not even then. We can buy things, things we always wanted and couldn't afford."
"You think I'm going to go along with this?" he shouted. "I'll divorce you."
"Go to hell." She went upstairs.
Angrily he spilled liquor into a glass and gulped it down.
He didn't go upstairs but slept on the sofa. It was a long time before he fell asleep.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ward woke up to the smell of frying bacon. He was in a tee-shirt and shorts. He went into the kitchen bare footed. There he found Mona making breakfast.
Silently, he sat down at the formica-topped table and drank some orange juice. She scrambled eggs and sat down opposite him. They ate in silence.
"What are you going to do today?" Mona was pouring coffee into china mugs.
"Do? What do you mean."
"Are we going to see Fay Barrow."
"I don't know." Ward gave her a sullen look.
"Do you have any ideas for her-or what?"
"I have a few ideas. But you know damn well what she's after. She wants you." His voice was bitter. "She wants my innocent wife."
"Why don't you go to her and talk to her," Mona suggested. "See how much she's willing to pay."
Ward was incredulous. "Are you serious?"
Mona sipped her coffee. "I'm being practical. Do you remember about two years ago when we were vacationing in Maine? Remember that couple we met? What was then-name? Grazzi, I think. She was a luscious blonde and you had the hots for her. And it was obvious her husband had a yen for me. That's what you told me, anyway."
"What the hell are you leading up to?"
"One evening, when you'd had a few drinks, you suggested to me that we do a little mate swapping with them. Do you remember?"
He took a deep breath. "I was drunk."
"But you meant it," she said. "And I told you to go to hell. And I meant that."
"What's the point of all this?"
"You were willing to see me go to bed with another man because it would have meant you could have his wife. That was all right. But what I'm doing now is wrong, as far as you're concerned. I don't understand your logic."
"I can explain that very easily," Ward said, feeling she had fumbled the ball by bringing the matter up. "Let's just say I'd meant it. Okay. What if we had gone through with it? You would have screwed with this man and I would have screwed with his wife. It would have been a fair exchange. Nobody would have been hurt by it. But this, what you're doing now, is different. You're screwing men and getting paid for it. like a common whore."
"Would it matter if you went to bed with the wives of all the men I'd had?"
"I can't answer that. The question throws me. I don't see-"
"You listen to me," she said forcefully. "You're a hypocrite. You thought you could get something by my screwing with him that Other time. You didn't care how I felt. Now you're mad because you didn't get anything out of it."
"That's a horrible thing to say."
"It's the truth." Her lips were scornful. "But you're wrong. You did get something out of all this. Money. We can pay bills. You won't be complaining so much. Maybe that's what did it-your constant crying about bills and the lack of money."
"You're turning it around so that it's my fault," he said.
"It's no one's fault. I don't look on it as a tragedy; you do. I don't feel that way at all."
He stared at her. "And you expect me to go along with this?" he wanted to know. "Yes. And you can help too."
"What do you mean?"
"You know plenty of people and you meet plenty of people," she said. "Some of them don't know me. If you're embarrassed by the fact that your wife peddles her ass, then don't bother with the men who know me. And don't tell the others who I am. I'm just a call girl you met one day."
His face paled. "You want me to be a pimp?"
"Yes!" she said harshly. "We can make plenty. We can pay off all our bills and start saving. It's tax free, honey."
"You're crazy."
"Like a fox," Mona said.
"You can go to hell."
"We can start with Fay Darrow. Be blunt with her. Tell her it'll cost her fifty dollars for a bed session with me. If she wants me to spend the night it'll cost a hundred."
"You'll go to bed with a woman?"
"Yes," she said.
"I'm hearing all this," he said mournfully, "but I just don't believe it."
"You think I'm different now?" she said. "Look at me. Did I grow horns? I'm still the same Mona you're married to. But I made a few dollars the last couple of days. So I went to bed with men you never met. So what? I don't feel tainted. I don't feel like a devil."
"How did it all start?" he demanded to know.
"What's the difference?"
"Linda," he guessed. "You borrowed that dildo from her. Sure. Don't tell me she's doing it too?"
"There's plenty of housewives on this block that are doing it," Mona said. "And all for the same reason-money."
"For two cents," Ward said, "I'd tell her husband, Mike."
"Save your money. Mike knows about it."
"I don't believe it."
"It's true," she said.
And he knew she wasn't lying.
While she did the dishes, he went up to shave and shower. When he came down she was in the living room, reading a newspaper. She looked up at him. "You still want a divorce?" she asked him.
"No." He sat down on the sofa. He opened a ceramic box on the cocktail table and removed a cigarette and lit it. "It was quite a blow," he said, studying her, blue-gray smoke spewing from his lips and nostrils. "I think I took it rather calmly under the circumstances. I mean, I didn't take a hatchet and chop you into tiny bits."
"Well, you didn't exactly jump up and down with joy either," she said.
"All right. But what would you have done if I'd gone to you and told you I'd cheated on you?"
"I don't know," Mona said. She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I would have asked you how much you charged."
"Bullshit."
"Okay, Bullshit." Mona nodded her head. "I guess, if it was a week ago, I would have been mad as blazes. But now-well, I'd look like an idiot if I got sore."
"Well, this is the time for confessions, it seems."
"Say no more," Mona interrupted. "I don't want to hear about it."
"Don't you want to know-"
"I don't want to know anything," she said angrily.
"But why?"
"Because I don't want to look like an idiot," she said firmly.
"All right, Mona." He mashed out his cigarette against the bottom of a glass ashtray. "But we still have to thrash out-"
"There's nothing to thrash out," she said. "Call Fay Darrow and tell her you're coming out to see her. If she agrees, and wants me now, call me, and I'll hop over in a cab. If she wants an all night stand-"
"You expect me to act as your pimp?"
"Yes. Don't argue, Ward. I know what I'm doing."
"All right, Mona. I can't fight it. If I don't agree, you'll go right ahead and peddle your ass anyway."
"That's right."
He stood up, went to the hall closet for his jacket. "I'll have lunch in town. I'll call you as soon as I can."
"Don't look so dour," she said, walking to the door with him. "You'll feel a lot better when the bills start to disappear." She snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I love you, Ward. That's all that matters."
He patted her ass. "All right, Mona. Maybe you're right. I don't know. It's a hell of a situation. I'm just glad knowing that I didn't suggest all this."
"That's right. There's no reason for you to feel guilty."
"I guess you don't feel guilty at all, do you?"
"No, I don't." She pushed him playfully. "Now get going. And you won't have too much trouble selling the idea to Fay Darrow. I know she wants me."
Ward stopped at a service station, had the gas tank filled, had the oil checked, and then proceeded into the city. It was Saturday morning and traffic was thin. The weekenders had already used Friday evening and night to get to where they wanted to be.
He had been properly shocked last night when Mona had made the grand announcement. She was selling herself for money. Now the shock was wearing off. And here he was, driving to a prospective customer. One had to be practical, he supposed. That was Mona's idea. Well, he was being practical. He was going to be her pimp.
He certainly didn't want his friends and fellow employees to know the score. Mona knew that. Of course, Fay was someone who knew Mona but he was certain she would keep her mouth shut. And she did want Mona. That was obvious.
Well, she could have Mona. But she would have to pay for it. No free rides.
He parked, walked into the hotel, used the phone downstairs to announce himself. Fay told him to come up.
Fay had on a robe which was loosely tied about the middle. It gaped in front and he could see the inner curves of her heavy tits. She was naked under the robe.
"I didn't think you'd get here this early," she said after he sat down in a winged-back chair. "But where's Mona?"
"She's waiting for my call," he said calmly.
She sat down and stared at him. "Your call?"
"Fay, let's lay it on the line," he said. "You want Mona."
Fay took a deep breath. "Get the hell out of here."
He stood up, still sure of himself. "All right. But you'll never have her this way."
"What do you mean."
"You heard me."
She cocked her head. "Am I hearing right? Are you trying to tell me that you'd be willing to let Mona spend some time with me?"
"That's right."
She couldn't believe her ears. "You're being awfully generous. I suppose I have to sign the contract first?"
"Ed Blanding has nothing to do with this," Ward said. "Neither has the agency. And Blanding isn't to know. No one, in fact."
"But why should you and Mona be so generous?" Then Fay looked like she had found the answer. "You mean she's that way? She--likes to be with women?"
"You've got it all wrong. I won't tell you the whole story. It's none of your business really. All you have to know is that Mona is available. For a price."
"I see."
"Sure, we can be generous," he said expansively. "But how generous can you be?"
She shrugged her massive shoulders. "I've paid girls before. They never complained."
"Do you want to set a price?" he said. "Or shall I?"
"I'm listening."
"Fifty dollars for a session. A hundred if you want her to spend the night with you."
"Send her over," Fay said. "If I like her, and I think I will, she can spend the night. You needn't worry about the money. I can be generous when I'm pleased."
Ward used the phone. "Come on over," he told Mona. "Fay is expecting you." He hung up and faced Fay. "I'm sure you won't be disappointed."
"I never pictured you in this kind of role,"
Fay said.
"A man has to make a living."
"Do you have any other girls in your stable?" she asked, her voice edged with sarcasm.
He smarted. "No need to get nasty. And I'll take the fifty now if you don't mind."
Fay took a silver beaded purse from a drawer in the writing table and gave him fifty dollars. "I deserve that."
"There's no reason we should be at odds with each other," he said. "So I'm a pimp and you're a dyke. We are what we are. Only you've been a dyke longer than I've been a pimp. You're way ahead of me. But do I make cracks? No. So why should you?"
"All right, you've made your point."
"There's no reason why this should affect our business relation," he said. "One thing has nothing to do with another."
"You're right," she said.
"I've always had the greatest respect for you," he said in a soothing voice.
"That's garbage," she said.
He shrugged. "If you want to act-"
"I'm a practical woman," she said. "I never let anything interfere with my business judgment."
"It's good to be practical," he said. "I'm practical too."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
From a corner drugstore, Ward dialed Doreen's number and told her he was coming right over. "Have lunch ready," he said.
"Are you coming over to eat or to screw?" Doreen asked.
"Both." He hung up, walked out to the sidewalk, lit a cigarette, and got behind the wheel. He tooled his car up Sixth Avenue, and made a right at Seventy-second Street. The sun was over his head, lemon-yellow. He parked and got out. The doorman gave him a familiar nod as he walked in.
Doreen had on shorts and a halter. "I'm making tuna fish sandwiches. Is that okay?"
He kissed her naked shoulder. "Perfect. I can't think of anything I'd rather have-unless it would be you."
They ate in the kitchenette. It was an intimate lunch, sex-charged and exciting. Neither one of them really cared about the sandwiches. The really had other things on their minds.
"How long can you stay?" Doreen asked.
"As long as I want to. Or maybe I should say-as long as you want me to." He smiled down at her.
"What about Mona?"
"Mona is going to be busy, too busy to worry about me."
"Think we can go see a movie later?"
"Sure," he said. "Later."
She made drinks and they sat on the davenport, his arm around her slender shoulders.
"Yesterday afternoon," Doreen said, "Fay Darrow told me I had nice legs."
"Did you thank her for the compliment?"
"No. Women usually don't tell me I have nice legs. She looked at my legs and then at my bosom. Is it true she's a lesbian?"
"One way to find out," Ward said. "Throw yourself at her feet. I'll sneak you into her hotel room and you can take it from there."
"No, thanks." Doreen sipped her drink. "I don't go for that."
"Ever have any experience with a girl?"
"No. If it's any of your business."
"Don't knock it till you've tried it," he said.
"I'm satisfied with men." She put her glass aside. She leaned against him and put her hand on his lap, high up. She unzipped his fly and her slim fingers crept into the gaping pants and found his prick. Her fingers toyed with the weapon. "I learned a trick," she said. She started pumping and his cock stiffened.
"You'll make me come," he groaned. "And I don't want to come this way."
"You just wait," she said.
He squirmed under her ministrations. He felt the heaviness in his balls. "I'm going to come," he groaned.
She stopped pumping. She placed her thumb on one side of his cock below the ridge and two fingers on the opposite, one finger above the ride and one below it. Then she squeezed firmly for twelve seconds. Ward's urge to come disappeared.
She took her fingers away from his cock. "Well?"
"Where did you learn that."
"I read it in a magazine," she said. "It works."
"They put just about everything in a magazine too, don't they? What's next?"
"Let's go to bed," she said, jumping to her feet. "That's what's next."
He followed her into the bedroom and undressed.
She took off her halter and her shorts and crawled into bed.
Her breasts, though small, were rounded, and her nipples were pinkish and upstanding. She had a flat belly and a decorative navel. Her thighs were smooth and white.
He stroked her breasts and found her nipples were already stiff. He licked them and she moaned, her fingers running through his hair. "I love your mouth on my titties," she said. "Kiss them. Suck my nipples. Bite them."
He bit her breasts gently and she groaned. "Bite them harder," she said. "Please."
He bit her mounds, hurting her. He bit the nipples and she went crazy. Her white body writhed on the bed, her thighs flashing. He cupped the hairy-girl mound and felt moisture against his palm, and his finger delved into the soft cleft and found wetness.
"Kiss my pussy," she begged. "Put your mouth on me. Go down on it. Kiss it, kiss it."
He nibbled his way down her slim body to the juncture of her thighs. He parted the hair to find the folds of her vagina.
She waited expectantly for the movement of his tongue. It came and she gasped. He licked at the tunnel walls and she creamed. He licked at her clitoris, sucking it in, licking at it, surrounding the tasty meat with his teeth.
Rockets went off and she jerked crazily. She came and she kept his head in place, between her smooth thighs, her hands over his ears. She writhed as he tongued her girl flesh. She climaxed again and again.
She spread her thighs even wider when he mounted her. She clutched his cock, placed it against the opening of her body. "Go, man, go," she said, and he sailed home.
His balls hit her ass-hole as his cock shot into her, up to the hilt. He impaled her cunt with his rod. He felt the juices surrounding his flesh and a warm feeling shot up his spine.
"Oh, give it to me, give it to me," she cried, irmshing her belly against his. His cock inside her cunt had set her off again, had rekindled the embers. She was aflame. Her body danced wildly against his. Her tits brushed against his chest as she moved crazily against him. She rubbed his breasts. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Use that tool on me. Give it to me good."
Electric shocks tingled his spine. His ass moved up and down, driving his cock deep into her body. He captured her tits and squeezed them, the nipples hard against his palms.
"Fuck me," she cried. "Fuck me good."
They bounced together, two sex machines, well-oiled, built for speed and durability. They fucked till they came simultaneously.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Tiny balls of ice floated in the tall, fogged glasses, supported by rye, ginger ale and soda water. "Never look a gift horse in the mouth. That's what they say, anyway." Fay stared at Mona over the rim of her glass. "I'm just glad you're here."
"How do you like Ward's new role?"
"You mean-now that he's a pimp?"
"Uh-huh."
"Do you want me to tell you that it suits him? I'm afraid if I said that you wouldn't like it very much. I'd just as soon you didn't get angry with me."
"No, I won't. You don't know the whole story. Listening to him whine about money and the bills-it was really affecting our sex life. He couldn't concentrate on satisfying me. Then, when the opportunity came along to earn some extra money, I took it."
"Could I ask you how long this has been going on-or is that a question you'd prefer not to answer."
"Not very long. I started being a whore about four days ago-although it already seems a lot longer than that."
"You're still fresh then," Fay said warmly. "But don't use the word 'whoring.' It isn't becoming." She took a small sip of her drink. "How about letting me see a little bit of what I'm getting. That would please me."
"You want me to strip for you?"
"I had that in mind. Yes."
Mona stood up and started to get undressed. She took off her dress slowly, now clad in bra and panties and flats. She kicked her flats off and unhooked her bra. The garment came away, revealing her bountiful breasts. She saw the moisture in Fay's eyes. She stooped and rolled down her panties. She knew she made an appetizing picture for Fay's hungry eyes.
She straightened up, stark naked.
"You look delicious," Fay said. "I could eat you up. Now turn around. I want to see your buttocks."
Mona turned. Her buttocks were lyre-shaped and the crease between them was deep and shadowed.
Fay put her hands on Mona's ass and fondled the buttocks. The flesh was warm and smooth. She ran her hand down the back of one white thigh. She got to her feet. "All right."
Mona turned and faced Fay, a smile parting her lips. "Will I do?" she said, her tits rising and falling with her even breathing. Fay's hands on her ass had excited her. She also was looking forward to going to bed for some sex.
Fay put her hands on Mona's tits. She tweaked the nipples. "You have a nice form. Did you ever model?"
"Yes," Mona said. "That's how I met Ward." Her nipples were stiffening under Fay's probing fingers. "I did a modeling job for his agency." A thrill ran through her and she sighed.
"Are you hot?" Fay asked, her fingers on Mona's diamond-hard nipples. She scratched at them with her nails.
"Yes," Mona said. "Let's go to bed. Please."
"All right." Almost reluctantly. Fay's fingers came away from Mona's impudent nipples.
They went into the bedroom where Fay stripped naked. There were layers of fat around her belly; her breasts drooped but they were full and the nipples were large and brown. A thick thatch of hair was below her lower belly.
"On the bed with you," Fay ordered. "I want you so badly I'm ready to bust." She sat on the bed and her hand roamed Mona's superb body. "You have beautiful tits," Fay said, caressing the globes. Her fingers went from breast to breast, stroking the globes, tweaking the stiffening nipples. She leaned her head forward and her lips traced a pattern over the breasts and concentrated on the nipples, sucking each nubbin while Mona gasped and whimpered. Fay's right hand roamed down the sweet body to the silky thighs. She caressed the warm, smooth limbs, and then she felt along the pelt till she found the cleft of Mona's vagina. Fingers dipped in to find moisture. She traced the hair-lined natal lips and Mona tossed her head from side to side.
"I'm going to lick you all over," Fay moaned. "Just touching you like this has made me so damn hot I could come by squeezing my thighs together. But I have your mouth for that."
"Go down on it," Mona demanded. "Make me come with your mouth. Or I'll come like this with your fingers in my pussy."
Fay swung her heavy body and her mouth was at the tender areas of inner thighs. She caressed the moist skin with her tongue, drawing her lips closer to the girl mound. Her tongue ran through the silky hairs and came across the deep ravine. She dipped her tongue into the nectar-filled well and Mona gasped.
Fay licked at the sweet cunt, licked at the tender walls, licked at the hard nubbin. She took in the tidbit between her suctioning lips and Mona whimpered in delight.
"So good," Mona gasped. "Oh, so good." Her thighs writhed as Fay mouthed her vagina.
"Suck it, suck it, suck it." Mona was going wild with passion. Thrill after thrill ran through her body. Her nipples ached with passion. "Make me come," she gasped. "Make me come. Oh, it's so good. So good. I want to come in your mouth." She moved feverishly, her body twisting and turning.
Fay sucked on the girl flesh, tasting the flowing juices of delicious cream. She cupped Mona's buttocks and her fingers squeezed the half moons and she licked and sucked and nibbled.
Mona's pelvis moved up and down with her jagged breathing. Her eyes rolled in their sockets. "Suck me, suck me." Her hair was a wild tumble on the pillow, a black mass.
Fay sensed the approaching climax and licked even harder at the erect penis-like structure. She nibbled on the spongy meat, drawing her teeth downward over the throbbing jutting knob of flesh.
The cry came deep within her. It erupted like a bursting volcano. "Arghhhhh! Ummmmm! Oh, oh, oh. OH. OH." Spasms hit her from every angle. Sweat covered her fine body.
Fay kissed the throbbing pussy a few times and sat up. There was a stream of sweat between her heavy breasts. "That was delicious." She licked her lips. "You have a sweet pussy."
Mona stretched and her globes were taut. "That was heavenly. I feel great."
Fay lay back, her belly a rounded sphere. She lifted one knee and her rounded flesh-padded thigh quivered. "Let's see how good you are." she said. "I love a good pair of lips on my pussy. I hope you have an educated tongue."
"You won't be disappointed," Mona promised, half circling Fay's waist with her arm, her hand resting on Fay's belly. She moved closer to where one of Fay's breasts had flopped over and she licked at the flesh. She licked at the area surrounding the large brown nipples and then ran her tongue across the nipple itself.
"Oh, that's nice," Fay said. "That's just great for a start."
Mona's hand wandered down Fay's lower belly to the thick bush. Her fingers searched for, and found, the thick lips. She rubbed the lips and then inserted her fingers inside the well. Fay's cunt was flowing with secretion.
Mona sucked on the nipple while her fingers played with the heavy rubbery clitoris in Fay's cunt.
"Oh, I know you're going to be good to me," Fay murmured. She was panting now. Electric shocks coursed through her veins.
Mona sat up and leaned her body well forward. She licked at Fay's belly, at the lower belly, and ran her tongue over the groin. She licked at the fleshy thighs and Fay spread them giving Mona free access to her crotch.
Mona separated the lips, saw the gaping tunnel. Her lips nibbled over the surface of Fay's cunt.
"Oh, oh, oh," Fay murmured. "That's so good. Yes, like that. Kiss it, kiss it."
Mona tongued Fay's woman-flesh, caressed the clitoris. She found it rubbery, soft, warm and drenched with nectar. She sucked it in between her lips and Fay gasped in delight.
Fay moved one of Mona's thighs and Mona knew what she wanted. Mona swung her thigh over Fay's head so that her cunt was over Fay's face. Fay swung her arms across Mona's buttocks and drew the cunt down to her lips. This way, they were able to suck each other off.
Tongue, lips and teeth worked on pussy.
Fay came first. Her juices flowed and drenched Mona's lips and tongue. Then Mona grinded her cunt against Fay's mouth. Fay nibbled on Mona's nubbin and soon Mona cried out sharply as she climaxed.
Fay was extremely happy with Mona's performance. She kissed her and fed her a drink. "I want you here tonight," she said to Mona. "I want you to spend the night with me.
"Sure," Mona said.
"You're the best I ever had," Fay said. "And I'm not kidding. Maybe it's because you're fresh and new at this. I don't know. I wish I could take you back with me. You'll never have to worry about money or anything."
"I don't think Ward would like it."
"Fuck Ward."
Mona laughed. "He wouldn't appreciate that."
"Ward thinks he's some big deal now because he rented you to me," Fay said venomously. "Well, I'll fix him. I'll take the starch out of him."
Mona grew alarmed. "What are you going to do?"
"Don't worry; I won't hurt him. A little humiliation might do him good."
"I'd rather you leave him alone. He has enough on his mind."
"Now don't you worry your pretty head about Ward."
Mona started to dress.
"I'll see you tonight. Maybe we'll have dinner together. A hundred dollars, Ward said. I'll pay you before we start. So you know I won't cheat you."
"You make it sound so-so-"
"I'm only kidding," Fay said. She put her arm across Mona's slender shoulders.
"Don't be rough on Ward."
"I'll be gentle with him," Fay said, walking with Mona to the front door.
"It was nice, wasn't it?"
"Yes," Fay breathed. "Damn nice. You know, I went after Eva at one time. I never thought I could get to you. I didn't, really. It was the money that brought you to me. But I don't care."
"You went after Eva? How did you make out?"
"Not so good. She wasn't having any."
"I'll see you this evening," Mona said, slipping out the door.
Fay shut the door thoughtfully.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It was one of those Swedish movies that New Yorkers went for and Ward thought he was watching a stag movie. Doreen seemed to like it. She kept running her hand up and down his thigh every time a sexy scene came on the screen.
He waited for her in the lounge while she went into the powder room. He inserted coins in a vending machine and selected a pack of cigarettes. He was tearing off the cellophane when she came out.
"That was some movie," she said.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"It gave me ideas. Did it give you any ideas?"
"Yes. It made me hungry. For food."
"I've got something for you to eat." She grinned at him, slyly.
"I'll just bet you have."
They left the movie house, walked to the corner where there was a restaurant, and went in. Ward ordered wheat cakes with three strips of crisp bacon, maple syrup, and coffee with cream. Doreen had a bacon and tomato sandwich, two plain doughnuts and coffee.
"It's funny how they get away with that stuff," Doreen said, taking a bite out of her sandwich.
"What stuff?"
"The stuff they put in the movies," she said. "Can't believe my eyes. Nudity. Male nudity, too. I saw a Japanese movie and there was this man in bed and you could see everything." She looked around to see if anyone could hear her. "You could see his prick and balls."
"Did it give you an appetite?" he asked.
"Oh, shut up." she giggled. Then she grew serious. "You know, I never went to bed with a Japanese man. Or even a Chinese man."
"What do you want, a medal?"
"I just made a remark," she said.
"How many men have you known?"
"Not too many. I'm only twenty-two. Give me time."
"Well, I haven't had any oriental women so that makes up even," he told her.
"Really? You never met any Chinese girls? Or Japanese?"
"I met them," he said. "But I never laid them. Oh, I tried, of course. Especially one Japanese girl. Luscious. A moon face."
"Moon face? What's that?"
"A Japanese girl with a perfectly round face. They're rare."
They walked up Broadway, arm in arm. It was getting dark. "Shall we go back to my apartment?"
"I want to make a nail first." They ducked into a bar and grill and while Doreen had an orange blossom, Ward dialed Fay's hotel and was connected with her room.
"This is Ward Hardy," he said. "Is Mona still there?"
"No," Fay said. "But she'll be back this evening."
"She going to spend the night?"
"Yes. That's another hundred you get. Want to come over and collect it?"
"There's no rush. Besides, I'm with someone. Look, you can give the money to Mona."
"I want to give it to you," Fay said. "You can leave your companion downstairs."
"All right; I'll be over in fifteen minutes."
He hung up and tapped Doreen on the shoulder. "We have to stop over at Fay's place.
She wants to talk about a layout she has in mind. You can wait downstairs in the car. I won't be but a minute."
"Okay." She drank her orange blossom and they walked out.
They walked to where he had parked the car and got in. He started the motor and the car pulled away from the curb.
"I guess you don't want Fay to know about us," Doreen said.
"Yeah. Everybody else does, though."
"Don't worry; I'll be a good little girl and wait for you. I hope it's business and that you're not going up there to lay her."
"I wouldn't lay her with Ed Blanding's prick."
She laughed.
He threaded the car through traffic, made a right turn to get away from a jam, made a left turn, continued till he was on Thirty-fourth Street and made a left.
He parked around the corner from the hotel's front entrance. "I'll be right down. Do you have cigarettes?"
"Uh huh. What I need is a drink."
He slammed the door shut and left her.
Fay Darrow was wearing a quilted house coat. "Come in, Ward. Where is your lovely companion?"
"You told me to leave her downstairs, remember?"
"Oh, yes. Do sit down. Do you want a drink?"
"A quick one," Ward said. He sat in an easy chair. "I can't stay long."
"Oh, yes. Your girl friend. She's waiting for you." Fay spilled some liquor into a glass, added a dash of soda water.
"I didn't say it was my girl friend," Ward said, annoyed.
"Drink up, Ward. You're really going places now, aren't you? Does Ed Blanding know you're a pimp?"
He tasted his drink and put the glass down. "I didn't come up here to be insulted, Fay. I thought we had an understanding."
"But we do, darling, we do." She gave him a hundred dollars which he put away in his wallet. He started to get up.
"We're not finished, Ward."
He stared at her. "What do you mean?"
"I don't have much use for men," she said bluntly. "Especially ones who sell their wives."
"If you only knew," he said harshly. "It was all Mona's idea."
"Doesn't matter," she said. "You didn't have to go along with it. But you did. That proves something. Maybe you acted righteous at one point but secretly you had to be glad that Mona was going to peddle her body."
"Have it your way," he said sullenly. "I'm not going to argue or discuss it with you."
"I could make it very tough for you if I wanted," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"Ed Blanding would do anything to get my renewal on that contract," she said. "Even to firing you if I demanded it."
Ward was beginning to sweat. "But why should you do that? If you didn't like our little business deal, you didn't have to go through with it. Do you want your hundred back? Is that what you're after?"
"No!" she snapped. "I'll tell you what I want. I want to humiliate you. That way I'll get some satisfaction. I have a trick I play with my husband. I completely dominate him. And to make sure I stay on top, I put him in his place every so often. Do you know what I do?"
He didn't ask what she did. He didn't want to know. All he wanted to do was get away from her.
"I make him jack off," Fay said. "Right in front of me."
Ward got to his feet. "You're crazy."
"March into the bedroom," she ordered.
"I will like hell." He turned on his heels and started to walk out.
"You'll do as I say," she said in a loud voice, "or you won't have a job to go to Monday."
He stopped in his tracks. "Why are you doing this?" he said, facing her. "A whim."
"That's no answer," he said angrily.
"All right; I despise you. You're weak, like most men. You think I only get kicks when I go to bed with girls? Well, you're wrong. I get ray thrills when I walk into Ed's agency and have you male idiots fawning over me, kissing my ass. You grovel at my feet and I love it. Now I'm going to get an extra thrill by humiliating you."
"You're a sadist."
"Of course," she said sweetly.
"What if I tell you to go to hell?"
"You won't. You need your precious job. You have piles of bills that have to be paid. You won't tell me to go to hell. You'll do exactly as I want."
He knew she had him by the balls. He had to give in to her. There was no other way. He felt like killing her. The fat bitch.
In a cold sweat, he walked into the bedroom.
"Get undressed," she said.
He took off his clothes. When he was naked she walked around him, critically studying every part of his naked body. "Not bad. You have a good athletic body. You're well hung. I'll bet the girls just love the size of your cock. It must be terrific when you have an erection. Now get on the bed and start playing with yourself."
He climbed onto the bed and lay back. He licked his lips. It had been a long time since he had played with himself. His hand went to his limp rod and started to manipulate himself.
Fay crossed her arms under her heavy breasts and watched delightfully as he tried to erect himself.
Ward started pumping furiously but he couldn't get a hard-on.
"What's the matter?" Fay asked, grinning. "I can't get it up."
"Try harder."
His hand worked furiously at his prick but it remained soft.
His face became red with frustration.
Fay looked at him and laughed and laughed.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
"What's the matter?" Doreen sensed something was wrong. He had been silent when he had slid behind the wheel after leaving Fay's hotel room. Now he hunched over the wheel, concentrating on his driving, his face an angry red.
"Nothing's the matter," he growled.
"Well, don't snap my head off!"
That bitch Fay Darrow, he thought to himself. Humiliating him like that. Making him play with himself in front of her. Of course, he couldn't get it up. With her standing there, gloating over him. It had created a mental block. He had read about male actors who did nude scenes in off-Broadway plays and they never got erections even though they went through sexy scenes with naked actresses. The combination of her forcing him to do it and also gloating and watching had stopped him from getting a hard-on even though he had pumped his cock furiously.
The bitch. The fat, miserable bitch.
She had him over a barrel and he knew it. She knew it, too.
He would have enjoyed getting even with her but he knew he couldn't. If he antagonized her she would have him fired. Ed Blanding wouldn't think twice about letting him go if it meant getting her signature on the new contract. He was expendable. So were all the others. Idea men were a dime a dozen.
His face was black with hatred and shame. He had never felt less a man.
He nosed the car through traffic and finally got to the apartment building where Doreen lived.
They went up and she fished for her key in her straw bag and got the door open. She put on the lights. "Want a drink?"
"Yeah. Anything."
She poured bourbon into two glasses and added water.
He took his glass and drank a third of it in one gulp.
"You tossed it down like it was water," she said, alarmed. "Don't get drunk on me. You're no good to me drunk."
He sat down in an easy chair while she went to the bedroom to get herself comfortable.
He finished his drink and then took hers.
She came back in Chinese red lounging pajamas. Her tits bobbed gently as she moved. She was naked under the pajamas. She made fresh drinks. "What happened with Fay?" she asked.
"Nothing."
"You were in a good mood before you went up to her room," Doreen observed. She sipped her drink and sat on the davenport.
"It's nothing. Let's skip it."
"Okay," she shrugged her shoulders. "I won't pry."
He drank the bourbon and water. "Women don't know their places," he said, scowling.
"What?"
"Oh, don't mind me."
"Gee, you're in a horrible mood."
He looked at her. "Maybe so. But I bet you could fix me up, get me in a more jovial mood."
"I'll bet I can." She stood up. "Let's go into the bedroom."
"No," he said. "Right here."
"Sure." She slowly unbuttoned her pajama jacket and took it off. "Take a good look at my titties. like them? That should make you feel better." She tugged down the pajama pants and she was nude. She put her hands on her hips. "Just the sight of me should give you a hard-on," she said. She brought her hands up to her breasts and cupped them. "You like to touch my tits, don't you? Nice and smooth." She started using her fingers on her pointy nipples.
Ward was getting an erection. His cock started rising.
She walked over to him, dropped to her knees. She unzipped the fly of his trousers and his stiffened rod popped out. She massaged it, felt the sap running through the solid branch. She bent her head and the tip of her wet tongue glided over the angry purple knob.
He leaned back as she ministered to his needs. It felt nice, her tongue on the head of his prick. His cock was swelling even more. He wanted to come in her mouth. Suddenly he wanted that more than anything and he told her so. "Suck me off till I come," he said. "I want you to drain me dry."
She opened her mouth wide and jammed her face down and his cock penetrated her warm wet cavern, the head almost reaching her throat. She bobbed her head and he watched his cock appear and disappear in her hungry wet mouth. He clenched his fists as every emotion raced through his body. His nerve ends tingled.
"Oh. Arghhhh!" He closed his eyes tight as waves of ecstasy swept over him. Her mouth on his cock. Her tongue caressing every inch of his exposed flesh. The tip of her tongue pushing against the glans. Her teeth raking his prick. Her lips suctioning at his totem pole. He groaned and gasped. He was breathing heavily. Sweat beads popped out on his forehead. He. squirmed in the chair. His body started to melt. His insides churned. He groaned again and he spurted sperm into her sucking mouth. She swallowed every drop of his white hot lava. She kept sucking till his balls were empty.
He opened his eyes and saw her pretty face and her long blonde hair. "Terrific," he said.
"I'm glad I pleased you."
"How would you like me to stay here all night?"
"I'd love it." She was pleased as punch. "Okay."
"But what about Mona."
"What about her? She won't be home." Doreen frowned. "You're sure about that."
"As sure as I am of anything," he said. "Want to go out and have dinner."
"We just ate," he said, zipping up his pants. She sat on the arm of his chair, still naked. "That was a late lunch."
"I'm not hungry."
"I can fix something here if you want."
"Maybe later."
She hugged his head to her naked breasts. "It's going to be a memorable night."
He massaged her firm breasts and found her nipples erect. "Want something?" he asked.
"I always want something."
He stood up and she came into his arms. He caressed her back and buttocks while kissing her mouth. His fingers ran up and down the crescent of her ass and she rubbed against him.
She started undressing him. When he was naked, she led him into the bedroom. "Lay on your back," he told her.
She lay on the bed while he knelt by her side. He played with her tits till she moaned. He licked her globes, licked the nipples, while one hand toyed with her hairy girl mound. He traced the cleft of her vagina with his fingertips. "Turn over," he said to her.
She turned, presenting him with her back and buttocks.
He bent his head and licked at the smooth area between her sharp shoulder blades. His tongue traced a pattern down her back to the rise of her buttocks. He caressed the backs of her slim thighs and his tongue caressed the valley between her tight buttocks. His tongue found the orifice and dug in.
She gasped as she felt the rubber snake enter her ass-hole. She squirmed her pussy against the bed as he impaled her anus with his driving tongue. He rotated his tongue inside her back passage, making her gasp and moan.
"I'm going to come," she whimpered, mashing her pussy against the bed, causing the tunnel walls to leak.
He lifted his head. "Turn over."
She flopped over eagerly, her thighs wide apart, knowing what was next. His head darted between her smooth flawless thighs and his mouth settled on her open cutn. He licked inside the vaginal opening and she whimpered.
She closed her hands over his ears, keeping his head in place between her thighs. "Suck me," she moaned. "Suck me off. Lick my pussy. Oh, I love it, love it."
He sucked in the clitoris, sucked in the tasty sweetbread, clung to it with his eager lips and his unyielding tongue rubbed against the tidbit.
She oozed elixir as she moaned heavily. Her body was a rage of emotions. Her breasts ached with desire. Her nipples were hard like garnets.
He cupped her tight buttocks and suctioned her cunt harder and harder. He heard her groans and her panting and he was pleased that he was giving her so much pleasure.
Her shrill cry hurt his ear drums and he knew she had climaxed. He kissed her oozing pussy a few times and sat up.
"That was beautiful," she said.
"That was just the start," he told her. "An inkling of what's ahead."
She sat up, embraced him. "You gorgeous man, you," she said, kissing his lips.
He cupped her breasts. He thumbed the nipples.
"Are you hot?" she asked.
"Yeah. Sucking your beautiful pussy gave me a hard-on." He pushed her flat and mounted her.
She grabbed his cock and rubbed the head against her pussy opening. "Like that."
"Uh huh."
Then she allowed him to slip his prong deep into her cunt. "Go ahead and fuck me," she said. "Fuck me good. I love your prick in my cunt. It fills every sweet inch inside me. Fuck me. Fuck me." Her thighs went about his waist and her ass lifted and she pivoted her hips.
He went in and out of her wet cunt, his cock hard like plaster.
She rubbed his flat breasts. She tweaked and twisted his male pebble nipples. She was hot again. The friction of his prick running in and out of her oozing cunt had set her off. She grimaced as she mashed her flat belly against his. "Give it to me," she groaned. "Fuck me hard."
He jabbed in and out of her cunt. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, the nipples nestling against his palms.
She came first with a shrill cry. She kept on moving her body to help him along.
He groaned as his nerve ends tingled. He was sweating profusely. "Ummmmm. Arghhh! Oh, oh." His cock jerked inside her warm wet pussy and released his stored-up cock juice. It drenched her tunnel walls.
She kissed him hungrily and they stayed like that till his prick softened and shrunk.
"I don't even feel like eating," she said, her hands caressing his shoulders. "All I want to do is fuck, fuck and fuck."
"Same here."
He loved the feel of her young body against him. She had nice hard breasts and her nipples were crinkly and pink. He kissed her tits a few times and lay alongside her, his head on her bosom.
She ran her hand down his hairy body to his limp cock and held it in her palm. A few drops came from the piss hole and wet her palm. She sighed. She loved fucking with him. He was the best screwer she had bedded down with in a long time. He knew how to make a girl happy. He used his hands, mouth and cock to give a girl everything she needed to make her feel satisfied.
"I wish we could go away together," she said softly.
"Not much chance of that."
"Maybe just for a week."
He laughed. "You're dreaming."
"A weekend?" she said hopefully.
"Well, it's an idea," he said. "Don't count on it though."
"Do you think you can arrange it?"
"I don't know. I'll see."
She caressed his chest. "We could have a lot of fun."
"I know we can." He hugged her close to him. "Let's take a nap now. I'm exhausted."
She kissed him. "I like you an awful lot, Ward."
He kissed her lips and closed his eyes.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Fay had just finished sucking Mona's cunt. She wrapped a light robe around her dumpy body and went into the living room to make drinks. Naked, Mona followed her.
"Did you talk to Ward to tell him I'll be here all night?" Mona seated herself on the sofa. "I was home, waiting for him to call. But he never did."
"I talked to him. He came over and I paid him. That's that."
"Then he won't be worrying about me." Mona accepted her drink from Fay.
"No. He knows you're safe."
"Maybe I should call him, just to see how he's doing."
"He probably won't be home. After all, it's Saturday night and he knows where you are. Why should he stay home by himself, Mona? Why shouldn't he be out with the boys?"
"I guess you're right."
"We had fun, didn't we?"
"Uh-huh." Mona looked thoughtful. "Too bad it has to be on a money basis."
"Sweetheart, I don't mind that. I'm not exactly poor, you know."
"Doesn't it take some of the fun out of it for you, knowing you're paying for it?"
"Oh no, not at all. The pleasure isn't lessened. I guess that's because I know you're having fun, too. You're not wooden when I make love to you. You're enjoying the whole thing, too."
"How can any girl remain wooden when she's having her pussy licked?" Mona asked with a laugh.
"You'd be surprised," Fay said. She sat down beside Mona and slipped her arm around the younger woman's shoulders. "I've had girls who act like they're frozen, no matter what I do to them. I can lick a cunt and not hear a moan."
"Doesn't it bother you?"
"Sure, but what can I do? I make sure I never see that particular girl again."
"I couldn't act frozen when a tongue is down there, doing things to me," Mona said. "Just the idea of it gets me excited."
"You're a normal, hot-blooded creature," Fay said, cupping one of Mona's breasts. She tweaked the nipple and it became rigid. "You're the best I've ever had, and I mean it."
"Thanks."
"Tell me something truthfully," Fay said, molding Mona's tit. "Do you prefer women or men as customers?"
"I don't see any difference," Mona confessed. "I like everything. I'm still new at all this, but from the experience I've had, I like both men and women. I always loved a cock in my cunt. It drives me crazy."
"But what about a tongue down there?"
"Well, I've had that, too."
"You mean recently?"
"Oh no," Mona said. "Since I've been married-" She stopped, realizing she was talking too much.
Fay was grinning. "You mean Ward--likes to go down on it?"
"You won't mention it to Ward?"
"You can trust me," Fay said.
"He doesn't do it just because I love it. I mean, he knows I like it, but he--likes doing it. He tells me he loves the taste of pussy. I don't have to tell him to go down on me. He wants to. He wants to and he does."
"So you always had everything," Fay mused.
"In the way of sex, yes."
"But when it came to money-"
"Our eyes were too big for our pocketbook," Mona said. "Like too many middle-class couples. We wanted and we wanted. The bills piled up. It bothered me but not the way it bothered Ward. It was driving him crazy. He was moody and grouchy. I couldn't take any more, so when my neighbor suggested a way out, I took it."
"Does she do the same thing?"
"Uh-huh. Plenty of housewives where I live. I didn't know until Linda told me."
"So you joined the parade."
"That's right," Mona said. "And I'm not sorry I did. Ward didn't like it when I told him, but he soon came around to my way of thinking. I'll be making more money than he will, but I'm sure that won't bother him. Why should it? It's all the same pocket."
Fay released Mona's breast and got up to make more drinks. "Is Ward going to find you more customers?"
"Uh-huh," Mona said. "But he won't approach people who know me. And Linda will get me Johns during the afternoons while Ward is working. It'll all work out all right."
"I'm sure it will." Fay walked back to the sofa with the drinks and sat down. "But he approached me and I know you," she said. "What if he approaches someone else who knows you? Then the whole agency where he works will know what's going on."
"He won't," Mona said.
"You're sure about that?"
"Of course," Mona said firmly, tasting her fresh drink. "What man wants to be humiliated?"
"No man, I guess," Fay said. "Especially a man like Ward."
"Exactly."
"I hope you make a bundle."
"Oh, we will," Mona said. "I'm Confident."
"Let's go back to bed for more fun and games," Fay said. She got up and went to the bedroom.
Mona finished her drink and followed Fay.
The heavy-set woman shed her light robe and crawled into bed, the mattress creaking under her weight. She lay on her belly.
"Kiss my back," she said. "My ass, too, while you're at it."
Mona rubbed the fleshy back and buttocks. She licked at the smooth back and her tongue made tight little circles. She ran her lips down to the full fleshy ass and licked the big half moons. She licked at the valley between the buttocks and her tongue found the humid ass-hole.
She jammed her tongue inside and Fay moaned and gasped. Mona scratched at the backs of Fay's huge thighs as she pistoned her tongue in and out of the humid red puckered ass-hole.
"Feels so good," Fay moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow.
Mona closed her lips over the ass-hole and sucked.
"Oh, that feels good," Fay groaned. "Yes, oh yes." Then, with a heavy sigh, she turned over. "Now suck me off."
Mona buried her head between the massive thighs and her mouth closed over Fay's O-shaped cunt. She licked at the surface of the pussy and she smelled the musky odor of womanhood.
She found the soft clitoris and licked it until it firmed under her tongue. She nibbled on the meat while Fay groaned and gasped and whimpered.
Pangs of pleasure jangled Fay's body. She heaved her body wildly. She put her hands on her own tits and played with them. She pulled at her extended nipples. She rolled them between her forefingers and thumbs.
"Yes, yes," she moaned. "Oh, now!"
A heavy cry came from Fay's fleshy throat. She closed her eyes and whimpered as she shook to a deep climax. Her cunt flowed heavily and Mona tasted the heavy cream that oozed from the cunt.
"So good," Fay said as Mona lay alongside her.
"I'm learning," Mona said. "There isn't much left for you to learn," Fay said. "I think you know everything now."
"I feel jaded, don't you."
"Uh-huh."
"Want to get some sleep."
"Now there's a good idea," Fay said. "Shall I put out the lights."
"Yes, please."
Mona got up and doused all the lights. In total darkness she groped her way to the bed and got in.
"Good-night, baby," Fay said.
"Good-night."
CHAPTER TWENTY
The phone rang, waking up Ward. He almost reached for it, then remembered he was in Doreen's apartment.
"Phone's ringing," he yelled. Sunlight, like the color of butter, came through the bedroom windows, warming up his face and chest.
"I've got it!"
He climbed out of bed, walked into the kitchen. Doreen was on the extension. Behind her, on the stove, was a frying pan filled with strips of bacon. Doreen finished and hung up.
"That was my mother," she explained. "She lives in the Bronx. I call her at least twice a week. She didn't hear from me so she got worried."
He sat down by the black composition-topped table and waited patiently for his breakfast. Doreen had put on a housecoat.
They had orange juice, bacon and eggs, and coffee.
"I'll bet she keeps bugging you about getting married," Ward said lightly. "Who?"
"Your mother."
"Oh, yeah. She thinks marriage is the greatest thing that could happen to a girl. She thinks I'm still a virgin and saving myself for my future husband."
"If she only knew the truth."
"She'd bust. What the hell. I have to live my own life."
"Do you ever intend to get married?" he asked out of curiosity. He drank some more coffee.
"I suppose so. Some day. Not too soon, though. I want some fun out of life. And when I do get married, it'll be to a man with plenty of money. I don't intend to be poor or have a life of struggling."
"If you don't marry a millionaire," Ward said, "you'll struggle. I should know."
"I thought you were doing all right."
"Salary is okay, of course, but everything is so damn sky high. And you want to live good even if you can't afford it. It's a damn problem. But there are solutions." He thought of his wife, Mona, selling her body for money. He was getting used to the idea.
"Do you think Mona is home now?"
"I doubt it," he said. He used her phone to call Fay. "It's Ward. Is Mona there?"
"Yes, dear," Fay said sweetly. "Just a second and I'll put her on. You sound grouchy, Ward. What's the matter?"
"Nothing's the matter."
"Here's Mona."
"Hello Ward, are you home?" Mona asked. "Yeah," he lied. "I just got up. When are you leaving."
"Soon."
"Want me to pick you up?" he asked. "Do you want to make the trip."
"I don't mind."
"All right. Pick me up in an hour."
"Will do." He hung up.
Doreen poured fresh coffee into their cups. "I thought we'd spend the day together," she pouted.
"We'll get bored with each other," he said, ungallantly.
"Well, I like that."
He spooned sugar into his cup. Ward grinned at her. "I have to see my wife some time."
"When are we going to get together again."
"I don't know. I'll see you tomorrow at the office."
"That's nice," she said sarcastically. "We were talking about a weekend together, remember?"
"I remember. I'll try and arrange it, but I don't know when." He drank his coffee.
"You're not disappointed with me, are you?"
"Don't be silly." He hated when women clung to him. That always spoiled it for him. He didn't think Doreen was like that.
"I don't know what I'll do the rest of the day."
"What do you usually do?" he asked.
"Hunt up a friend, if it's Saturday or Sunday, and see a movie or go to an art gallery or a museum. Or if I feel lazy, I curl up with a good book, or a man."
"So, I'm not your only love," he mused. "Well, I didn't think so. Is there just one other or more?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she asked, coyly.
"If I wasn't married," he said, "I'd be jealous. What the hell. You're liable to end up marrying the comic."
"I'm not ready for marriage."
"You will be if you get knocked up," he said.
"I'm careful. I'm always careful."
"That's good, sugar. You keep on being careful."
Her eyes were uncertain. "Are you making fun of me?"
"Don't be silly."
She reached over and held his hand. "Do you think we have time for one more bout."
"I don't think so."
She let go of his hand. She let out a deep, heavy sigh. "I guess I'd better call my friend and see what she's doing. I don't feel like staying home all day and doing nothing."
"Why don't you call a boyfriend and really have a time of it?" he said.
"After you, he'll suffer by comparison."
"Why, thank you, little one."
"Can't help it. You always send me. I dream about you sometimes. Does your wife appreciate you? I mean, if she doesn't maybe there's a chance you'll divorce her and marry me.
"I don't believe in divorce," he said solemnly.
"Don't you? There aren't many like you. Divorce is a quick escape for people who are in the doldrums."
"But I'm perfectly happy with my wife."
"Want more coffee?"
"No. I want to shave and shower and get the hell out of here."
She had a shaver and he borrowed it and then showered and got dressed.
He kissed her and she rubbed herself against him. "That's to remember me by." She grabbed his cock and squeezed it. He laughed, shoved her away, and took off.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
"Want a drink?" Fay asked.
Ward shook his head no. He looked at Mona. "Are you ready?"
"I want to talk to Ward in private," Fay told Mona. "You don't mind, do you, dear?"
"Of course not." Mona smiled at Ward. "I'll wait for you downstairs in the car."
"It's parked around the corner." He gave her the keys and she walked out of the apartment.
"You have a beautiful wife," Fay said.
"Is that what you wanted to tell me?" he asked coldly.
"Still smarting from yesterday?" she asked, laughing. "You were a sight, trying to get it up and not being able to."
His faced turned red and he clenched his fists. He felt like hitting her hard.
"Well, I'm going to give you one more chance, Ward. How does that strike you?"
He was stunned. "What? Listen, you made a fool of me. You wanted to humiliate me and you did. What do you want now?"
"I told you. I want to give you another chance."
"Listen Fay, a man can take just so much. I'm walking out of here now."
"Oh no," she said quickly. "You'll do what I say."
"You're pushing me," he said harshly. "You'll go too far and-" His voice trailed off. He looked at her in cold anger.
"I hope you're not threatening me." Her voice was light, her face was composed.
"Let's call it quits. You got what you wanted."
"We're going into the bedroom," Fay said. "I'm doing you a favor. I'm going to let you do something that appeals to you. I'm going to let you suck my pussy."
His face flamed. "You're crazy."
"Don't worry. I won't piss while you're eating my cunt."
"I won't be eating your cunt," he said thickly.
"Oh yes you will." Her voice was ominous. "Don't give me a hard time, Ward. Let's go into the bedroom."
As if he was mesmerized, he followed her into the bedroom. He was beaten and he knew it. The fat bitch had him over a barrel.
"Take off your clothes," she said.
He stripped mechanically.
Then, when he was nude, she took off her garments and climbed onto the bed. She lay on her back, her thighs well spread.
"All right, Ward, here's my pussy. Go eat it. Slurp it up. Eat it. Let's see if eating it will give you a hard-on. Maybe you can make me come with your mouth. But I doubt it. Ordinarily, a tongue in my pussy will make me cream. But it has to be a girl's tongue. I'll know a man is doing it and I'll probably find it repulsive. But I want to be fair. I want to see if kissing my cunt will give you a hard-on."
"You bitch!"
"Such language," she taunted. "Now start sucking."
He climbed on the bed and positioned himself and he gazed at the thick rubbery lips of her vagina. He saw the thick pelt of pubic hair. There was nothing attractive about her, not even her open cunt. He saw the pink flesh of her wet tunnel.
"What are you waiting for?" she said.
He put his hands on her fleshy thighs and brought his face forward. The musky odor of cunt assaulted his nostrils. With any other woman he would have been pleased, delighted, but this was a woman he hated. He was being forced to kiss her cunt and there could be no pleasure in it for him.
His tongue lapped across the round opening of her cunt. He licked the thick lips and he delved his tongue deep inside. She was very wet. He licked at the tunnel walls where she was sensitive.
Fay felt his tongue inside her pussy and she tightened her lips to keep from moaning. The bastard knew how to suck all right. She liked it. She wanted to moan and squirm and quiver. But she didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Yet, he was getting to her with his knowing tongue. Once he sucked in her clitoris, she would go wild. She'd have to moan and squirm. She wouldn't be able to help herself.
Ward was starting to enjoy himself. He loved eating pussy. He forgot everything except he had his mouth on a woman's cunt. He licked every sensitive spot. And he was getting an erection.
Now Fay felt his tongue on her enlarged clitoris. She moaned. She couldn't help it. He was pushing his tongue against the love bud. He was nibbling on it. He had the leaking meat inside his mouth and sucked on it.
She moaned heavily. She was squirming. "Umm, oh yes, that's so good. Keep it up. I want to come in your mouth. Make me come.
You can do it."
Ward sucked harder on the love knob. He sucked and sucked. His hands reached for her huge breasts and played with the soft flesh. He found the brown large nipples and twisted them and pulled them. He ate wolfishly at her cunt.
"Oh, ohh!" His hands on her tits and his mouth on her pussy was too much for her. She shrieked and climaxed. Her cunt juices flowed like Niagara Falls.
He kept his hands on her breasts. They were soft like putty.
"You can let go of me now," she said. "Well, did you get a hard-on?" She wanted to know.
"Yes," he said, sitting up, his knees spread between her thighs.
She looked and saw. "So that's what it takes to give you an erection. Well, take Mona home and fuck her. It's the only way to get rid of your hard-on."
"I know a better way," he said.
"Don't you get any ideas," she said harshly.
"You asked for it," he said. He lunged at her, his hands squeezing her tits. He was between her heavy thighs. In a flash, his cock entered her open pussy.
She beat at his chest. "You bastard!"
He caught her wrists and held on to them as he attacked her. He plunged deep into her cunt, rotated his prick in the deep hole between her thighs.
She twisted her body, trying to heave him off her, but he held on desperately. He kept fucking her, his cock going in and out of her wet cunt.
She cursed him and realized it was useless. She lay still as he kept pumping his meat into her. He used short jabs, driving his prick into her pussy. He groaned and exploded. Hot sperm drenched her wide open cunt. He kept moving until he had rid himself of every drop.
Only then did he let go of her wrists and climb off of her.
She sat up, the hairs of her pussy matted with sperm. Her eyes blazed. "You filthy bastard!"
"You needed that," he said. He started to dress.
"I'll fix you for this."
He thrust his legs into his pants. "I don't give a shit what you do. You can push a person just so far."
She got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. She started to shower. Then she thrust her head out of the bathroom door. "Don't go away." Her voice was suddenly calm. "I want to talk to you."
What the hell, he thought to himself. Dressed, he went into the front room and spilled rye into a glass. He sat in an easy chair and drank. He heard the shower stop and a few minutes later she appeared in a light robe.
"Make me a drink," she said.
He gave her a glass half filled with rye. She took it and tossed it off.
"Okay," she said. "We're even. We'll let it go at that."
"You mean you're not sore?" he asked, surprised.
"A little bit. Maybe I had it coming. We won't say any more about it. Okay."
"Sure."
She saw him to the door. Before he left he asked her something. She shrugged her shoulders.
"I did feel something when you fucked me. Or rather, when you raped me. But not enough to make me want men the way I want girls."
He walked out and she closed the door after him.
"What did Fay want?" Mona asked as they drove home.
"She wanted to congratulate me for having such a wonderful whore for a wife."
She glared at him. "You don't have to be nasty."
"Why did you tell her I liked the taste of cunt?"
"I-well, we were just talking-well, what difference does it make?" She stared at him. "Did Fay make you...? "
"Don't be silly," he snarled. "What do you think I am? Fay doesn't have a hold on me. She can't make me do anything I don't want to do. Now shut up."
"My, aren't we touchy."
But she didn't say any more till they reached the house. She made a light lunch and after a few drinks he loosened up and they started to talk about the 'money she had made since beginning her new career.
"You can't keep up the pace," Ward said. "You'll get tired out in no time."
"I'm glad you're being solicitous. But we still have to be practical. A pussy doesn't get worn out by too much screwing. And-don't get mad-I'm enjoying myself. I'm getting my kicks, too. So bring them on. I'm ready for all comers. That goes for women, too."
"I'll scout around tomorrow," he promised. "There's a certain account executive with a rival firm who's dame-crazy. He's never met you. We have a few drinks together sometimes and he's always bothering me for addresses."
"Is he handsome?"
"Yes. But what has that got to do with it? What if he were ugly? A customer is a customer."
"I can pick and choose," Mona said. "I'm not working in a cat house where I have to take on every John that walks in."
"You mean you want me to select only the handsome ones, is that it?" Ward said.
"Is that bad?"
"Are you sure you're doing this just for the money?"
"Yes, damn you." Mona was annoyed. "You think I'm just screwing around for the love of it? I'm in it for the money. But while I'm doing it (and it may be forever) I want my kicks too. Can you blame me? I can't have fun with an ugly man giving it to me."
"No matter how much money he gives you?"
"No matter how much money he gives me," Mona said. "Look, Linda promised me good-looking men. She selects what she goes to bed with. Of course, if the pickings are slim, then she may pick up some man who isn't exactly a movie star. But that rarely happens. If you can't get me handsome men, I'll get myself a new pimp."
He glared at her. "That's a fine thing to say."
Mona laughed. "What's bothering you? The fact that I may fire you? Or that I called you a pimp?"
"You're not going to fire me," he said angrily. "I know you're kidding. But I hate being called a pimp."
"All wives tease their husbands."
"Not like that."
"All right. Here, have another drink. Get a glow inside your belly. You'll feel better."
"You think I like this bit?" he said. "My wife screwing with other men?"
"There are plenty of husbands in your position," Mona said. "Maybe you should all get together and form a club."
"As soon as I get used to the idea," he growled, "you call me a pimp."
"I'll call you my business manager," she said. "Will that be all right?"
He suddenly grinned sheepishly. "I guess I shouldn't fly off the handle that way. It is stupid of me."
"Right," she agreed.
"Listen," he said, "this won't last forever. When we have plenty put aside, we'll stop. Maybe we'll go on a little vacation. We always go to the Bahamas because we can't afford Europe. Maybe next time vacation time rolls along we'll try Europe."
"Oh, I'd like that. Paris, Rome, London."
"Sure," he said, getting into the spirit of things. "We'll have a grand time."
"Just think," she said. "No more men. Just you."
"Will you like that?" Ward asked. "One man to take care of your needs? Your husband? You may get used to the idea of many different men bedding down with you."
"I only love you, Ward. Don't you know that?"
He walked over to her and they kissed. He ran his hands down her back to her jutting ass. "Let's make love," he said. "The two of us. If the telephone rings, we won't answer it."
"All right, baby."
He undressed her. He took off all her clothes. When she was nude, he felt her firm breasts and thumbed the nipples, firming them. He sank to his knees and kissed her thighs and belly.
She spread her thighs and guided his head to the center of her luscious body. "Kiss my pussy," she ordered, her hands pressing against his skull. "Yes. like that. Oh, yes. Lick it. Lick my pussy. Oh, oh, oh. Get your tongue all thewayin. Oh, yes."
His tongue, wet, thick, firm, unyielding, probed the mystery of her secret female body. He licked at the leaking tunnel walls, at the protruding clitoris. He licked at her penis-like meat while she moaned and whimpered.
She moved her body like a belly dancer with her feet nailed to the floor. Gasps escaped from her throat, her eyes rolled in their sockets.
He clutched her ass, his fingers pressing against her resilient flesh. He mouthed her cunt, eating voraciously at her female flesh. He nibbled on the clitoris and her groans were heavy, laden with passion. He sucked wildly.
"Ummmmmm. Ummmmm. Ooooohhhhh." Her hair tossed wildly as she twisted her head from side to side. She grimaced as the pangs of lust seared her body. She cried out and her cunt juices oozed.
He licked at the cream and stood up.
"You should give lessons," she said, hugging him.
He picked her up and carried her upstairs. He deposited her on the bed and stripped off his clothes. She welcomed him as he moved to her, arms holding him tight against her, her tits mashed against his manly chest.
They kissed and she rubbed her thigh against his hard prick. "I want you to fuck me," she said. "Stuff me with that thing of yours. Fill me with it."
He mounted her and she guided his cock to her opening. He smiled into the warm wet harbor, his cock feeling her lubricated haven. He moved in and out, in and out, his testicles swinging against the crescent of her ass.
She rubbed his nipples as he screwed her. "Yes, yes. Give me all of it. Stuff me good. Fuck me, fuck me." She twisted her body against his, her pelvis moving violently. She cried at and came.
His prick kept moving, moving, moving. In and out. Her juices drenched his firm cock. He squeezed her breasts and twisted her nipples. He was panting heavily. Sweat broke out on his forehead. His body moved like one possessed.
"Come on," she urged. "Let go. I want to feel your come in me. I love it when your come hits my cunt. I love it, love it."
She stimulated him further by twisting his nipples.
His prick jerked inside her cunt and a thin stream of lava shot out and flooded her pussy.
She relaxed finally. "That was good. Damn good."
"I didn't fail you this time, did I?"
"No, darling, you didn't."
"Is it because I have a clear head?" he asked, rolling away from her, his cock wet with juices. "Knowing that the money is roiling in?"
"I don't know. Could be."
"Want to go downstairs for a drink?"
"No." Mona stretched and the movement lifted her tantalizing breasts. "You go down and bring up some drinks. Something tall and cool with plenty of ice. I feel so lazy. I don't want to move."
"Okay, hon. I'll be right back." Naked he went downstairs, put bottles, ice cubes, glasses on a tray and brought it up to her.
"This is the way to live," she said as he made drinks. "You think someday we could afford servants?"
He laughed. "I doubt it."
"We'll never be filthy rich. I know. But we can try."
He sat on the bed and they clinked glasses and drank.
"I wonder what Linda is doing?" she mused. "Who cares?"
"Maybe she's got a customer." He shrugged. "So what."
"If she doesn't," Mona said, "we could invite her over for a drink."
"It's getting late."
She became serious. "I've had men. I'm not ashamed. I'm only glad you understand. But what about you? Somebody hinted that you're fooling around but-"
"You have a bad memory," he said. "I've told you-"
"Yes," she said quickly. "I didn't want to know. But to hell with it. Listen, did you ever see Linda in he nude?'
"No," he confessed.
"She's a knockout. I'm surprised you never went after her."
"Too close to home."
"Let me call her over. I'll bet she'll be glad to join the party. You, me and Linda. We'll have a ball."
"If you want."
Mona tossed off her drink and reached for the bedroom extension. She dialed Linda's number. "Hello, Linda, this is Mona. Are you busy? You're not? Good. How about coming over and joining the party?"
"What party?" Linda asked.
"Oh, there's a great big party going on," Mona said. "Ward and I are having a ball. We're balling each other."
"Sounds like fun."
"Will you come over?"
"Sure. I'll be over in ten minutes. I have to put something on."
"Why bother? We're both naked."
"You mean you want it to be that kind of a party?"
"Yes," Mona gushed. "You never had Ward. It's about time you did, and maybe I'll swing with Mike when he gets home."
"Okay by me."
"Come on over, honey," Mona said. "I'll go down and let you in the back way. Okay."
"Sure."
Mona hung up and grinned at Ward. "She'll be right over."
"You weren't serious about screwing around with Mike, were you?"
"Yes, I was," Mona said. "What the hell. You're going to fuck Linda, aren't you?"
"You seem to have decided that."
"Don't be a wet blanket," she wailed.
"The whole neighborhood will know if you start screwing with Mike," he said.
"No, they won't. I won't put an ad in the papers."
"Okay, Mona. I won't argue with you. What the hell? Look how far we've gone now. I can't object to anything."
Mona scrambled out of bed. "I'll go down and let Linda in. Boy, will we have fun." She ran out the door, her delicious ass jiggling enticingly.
Ward poured himself a drink and waited for Linda.
Linda's carrot-red hair shimmered as she walked into the bedroom, escorted by Mona. She arched her eyebrows when she saw Ward. He was nude and didn't try to cover himself. Linda had on lounging pajamas.
Ward got off the bed and made her a drink.
"This is so-unexpected," Linda murmured, accepting her drink from Ward. Her eyes swept over his stark naked body and concentrated on his tapering cock. He was well-hung and this pleased her.
"I'll go downstairs while you two get acquainted," Mona said. She grinned at them and went down.
"Quite a matchmaker, isn't she?" Linda laughed.
"She wants us to be happy," Ward grinned back at her.
Linda sat on the bed. "Was all this your idea?" She wanted to know. She sipped on her drink.
"It was Mona's," he confessed. "We're all so close. After all, you did introduce her to a new way of life."
"What do you mean?"
"Selling her body for money." There was no rancor in his voice; he spoke matter-of-factly. "She told you."
"Yes."
"How did you take it?"
"Well, I didn't brain her with an axe," he said. "I was stunned at first but I soon got used to the idea."
"It's an easy way out when you're troubled with money problems," Linda said.
"You're right, of course. One must be broad-minded about these things." He poured rye into a glass. "I'm beginning to feel rather uncomfortable," he said.
"Why?"
"Here I am, all naked," he told her. "And you're covered. It would be so easy if you made yourself naked like me. I wouldn't feel so damn awkward."
She laughed and put her glass aside. She stripped off her pajamas. "There! Feel better?"
"Much."
He stared at her nakedness and liked what he saw. Linda had a beautiful body. She was slim with good firm breasts. Her nipples were pink and puckered.
"It's been a long time since I went to bed with a man without getting paid for it," Linda said huskily.
He pulled at her elongated nipples. He pushed at them. Then he rolled them his fingers. He saw her eyes close and heard her sigh.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
"Yes, like most girls, I'm sensitive there."
He bent his head and ran his tongue down he valley between her mounds. He ran his hand lightly up her buttocks as he sucked her cunt. He licked and nibbled and sucked. He tasted the sweet cream of her flowing passion juices. He had his mouth full of her tasty sweet meat. He felt her tremble and knew she was climaxing. He kept on sucking her. He wanted her to remember this night for a long time.
