"What wife-swapping amounts to," as Dr. Benjamin Morse so aptly puts it in his book, The Sexual Revolution, "Is a sort of promiscuous concept of togetherness. By making extra-marital sex a function of the marital union, guilt is assuaged, deception is removed, and the marriage-shattering elements of infidelity are eliminated." This was the line of thinking of Laura Wallace and her husband, Dave, who set about in this story to convince their non-swinging friends, Nancy and Bob Jordan, that sex is better than ever when spiced by the variety of mate-swapping.
CHAPTER ONE
"It must be hell to have your husband out of the country for three whole weeks," Laura Wallace said. "I can imagine how I'd feel if I had to be without sex for that length of time. I'd be climbing the walls."
Nancy Jordan blushed. "Oh, I guess I'll survive somehow."
"I don't know if I would or not. This is one female who has to be screwed well and often. But then there's one thing to be thankful for, isn't there? Our husbands aren't the only human creatures with cocks."
Nancy was stunned speechless.
It had been surprising enough to have this woman, whom she hardly knew, drop in for a visit without advance notice, but to hear her talk like this-so frankly and in such vulgar terms-was really too much.
Still, Nancy couldn't be angry with her. Shocked, yes. But not really angry. There was that down-to-earth, level glint in Laura's brown eyes and the disarming way her wide, sensuous mouth smiled. Another girl could recognize her immediately as a "good guy," in spite of the elegant beauty of her willowy figure and the way her dark auburn hair gleamed as it hung straight to her shoulders, where it rested as the ends curled upward gracefully.
Also, there was the way she dressed. Really sharp! But she could afford to. Her husband occupied a better-paying position with the Dolph Chemical Company than Nancy's husband, Bob.
"I hope I didn't offend you, talking about cocks and all," Laura said with apparent solicitude. "That's the way it is in the crowd Dave and I run with. We don't call a spade a digging tool. Saying 'spade' is so much easier and more honest. Hope you don't mind."
Nancy found her voice. "No. No, of course not." She forced a flustered little smile.
Nancy, at twenty-three, was five years younger than her visitor. She was blonde and more roundly curved, but she lacked the poise and elegant style of the other woman. She was what was often spoken of as a natural beauty. Her true sunshine-colored hair was brushed back from her forehead and curved silkily at either side of her sweet but disturbingly sexy face. Her greenish eyes were wide set. Her lips were generous, her teeth white and evenly placed.
"Dave and I aren't only broad-minded in the way we talk," Laura went on, but in the way we live, too. What I mean is, he has his separate fun when he feels like it, and so do I. That's why it wouldn't hurt me too badly if he were to go away for a while. And I wouldn't feel guilty about anything I did, because I'd know he was doing the same damned thing wherever he was. How about your man-don't you think hell be busily fucking Frauleins while he's in Germany?"
Nancy gasped. Fucking. Oh, she couldn't have heard that word drop from such sleek, perfectly contoured lips!
"Well, don't you?" Laura pressed. She took a drag on her long, oval-shaped cigarette.
"Goodness, no!" Nancy managed, her pretty cheeks flaming. "Bob will be faithful to me, just as I'll be faithful to him." She was aware as she said it that it made her sound like an awful prude, but what other response could she give to such a sinful suggestion?
"Well, you know him better than I do. But take my word for it, men are men. And there's no reason why women can't behave the same way, now that the pill has put us on an equal basis."
"Surely having babies isn't the only consideration. There's a matter of morals."
"Then it ought to cut both ways, shouldn't it? With both men and women. But it doesn't. Very few men consider it immoral when they screw around. The hypocrisy of it may make them feel guilty, but they know they haven't really hurt anyone, so where's the sin? But just let their wives try the same thing and ... zingo! Now morals are involved. It's a plain case of sexual discrimination, and that's as wrong as racial discrimination any day."
"There may be some truth to what you say. Everyone knows there's a double standard."
"Exactly. Well, I say it's time that's wiped out. Don't you agree?"
Nancy twisted a little in her chair. "I don't know."
"What I'm getting around to is this-I know you're lonely and all. If you feel as if you'd like to go out with somebody and maybe find a little action, I'm your girl. Dave will ask no question, I assure you, and it will never get back to Bob."
Shock seemed to have piled upon shock. How dare this woman march into Nancy's apartment and deliver a proposition like this! Nancy felt as if she ought to throw her out.
But she couldn't bring herself to do that. For some reason, she couldn't even register anger. She told herself it was because Bob worked with Laura's husband, and Nancy didn't want there to be bad feelings ... but was this the real reason she exercised such remarkable restraint? Or was she secretly intrigued, even now, by what Laura had to say?
Her answer was politely negative. "I'm afraid I wouldn't be interested, but thanks for offering."
"Well ... think it over ... and, if you change your mind, give me a call." Laura stood up. "We ought to make it a point to get together often, even if it's just to yak. I like you, Nancy, very much."
"And I like you, too," Nancy said with a sincere smile.
After Laura had left the apartment, Nancy hurried into the bedroom and took a look at herself in her large vanity mirror. Step out on Bob? CHEAT on him? Could I do that?
Of course not. It was as foreign to her nature as flapping her arms to fly.
Her gaze swept down her pleasing figure, in brightly-printed top and capris, and she was forced to conclude that if she really wanted to play around, she wouldn't have any trouble finding willing takers.
But she didn't want to. She loved Bob. She intended to be true to him for her entire life.
They had been married for not quite two years. Prior to her wedding night, Nancy was a virgin.
It had been difficult, maintaining that unsullied state, and less than half of the problem lay in fighting off the eager males. Nancy's biggest battle was with herself.
She was a girl of strong sexual urges, and had been since she was twelve. The touch of male hands on her body, the sliding of a male tongue between her lips-these had been powerful lures.
But Nancy was also a girl of strict moral upbringing, and she lived at home even while she was attending college. Her parents continued to maintain surveillance over her after she became of age. Even if she had wanted to violate the code of conduct they had handed down to her, she could hardly have done so without their finding out. It was a small town, and anyway, she didn't keep secrets well.
She met Bob at college and they dated for six months, then were married right after graduation. During their courtship, she had wanted very much to surrender to him, and if he had added his desire to her own, the sum might have been irresistible. But he didn't.
Oh, he wanted her strongly enough. Sometimes when they embraced and petted, her hand would casually brush his lap, and she would realize how strong his desire for her really was-his penis was hard as a spike, standing up in his pants. She used to wonder what he did about that afterward. Did he just forget it and climb into his solitary bed and go to sleep? Or did he play with himself, as she played with herself sometimes, and bring about a wonderful sensation which swept the repressed passion away?
He didn't want to have sex with her before they were married because he wanted their wedding night to be perfect, he said. She admired his idealism, and the two of them struggled together against temptation, and won.
When the eagerly awaited night of nights arrived, it was no disappointment to either love. Bob found Nancy's body as thoroughly delightful and responsive as he had believed it would be, and she found his virility thrilling beyond words. Oh, that stabber! It seemed to reach way up inside her, surging and pounding with the beat of life. And it was so huge and stiff! It filled her completely and rubbed her exactly right.
From the very beginning, it seemed that Nancy could hardly get enough.
How right Laura was when she had said it was going to be difficult getting along without sex for three whole weeks!
On the night before Bob had left, he had taken her three times. They had writhed and panted and pumped their eager bodies together for the better part of two hours, until sheer exhaustion forced them to submit to sleep.
If it hadn't been for the fact that Bob had to catch an early morning plane, they would have done it again after they woke up.
That very night, Nancy had suffered in need. Now, three days later, the need was just that much stronger. How she was going to make it through the entire three weeks, she didn't know.
Before she was married, it wasn't as difficult to get along without sex. The reason was simple: She hadn't known what she was missing. But now that that glorious, blissful banging had become a habit, she needed it as surely as she needed fresh air.
The question was: How long could she hold her breath?
Her conscious, planning mind refused to recognize an alternative to abstinence, even after Laura's visit. But underneath, she was seething.
"So how did you make out with Bob's wife? Is she as square as you thought?"
The questions issued from the rather stocky, dark-haired man who was stepping out of his trousers.
It was bedtime at the Wallaces' home. They'd had guests that evening, and Laura and Dave hadn't had an opportunity to discuss her visit with Nancy until now.
Laura stood in bra and slip, holding a hand-mirror and examining a very slight blemish on her cheek.
"She's square, all right," Laura affirmed. "But, you know ... I have hope."
"Yeah? What did she say?" Dave tossed his shirt off.
"It wasn't what she said. It was the way she looked when I said what I did. I believe she's susceptible." Laura set the hand-mirror down and looked at her husband. "This idea of yours may prove to be worth something, after all."
"Man, it'll be worth plenty to me if I can get that babe onto her back with her legs open."
"You think I'm not just as hot to play house with Bob?
Ever since you told me about catching a glimpse of his cock in the men's room that time, and how long it is, I've been dying to get it inside me."
"You bitch," Dave said with a good-natured chuckle.
"Bastard," she returned jauntily and opened the hooks of her bra.
She drew the black satin cups away, leaving her small but provocatively shaped breasts standing erectly of their own accord. The titties were just large enough to nestle comfortably in a man's palm. They were a lush golden-brown, matching the rest of Laura's skin, because she sunbathed in the nude. The disks at their crests were dark-red and crinkled but not too large. The nipples thrust forward from their centers like end-joints of one's little finger.
Dave stepped out of his boxer shorts to reveal a hairy bush with a good-sized hose curving out of it. However, his penis was more notable for its thickness than its length. It was circumcised, and the color of its head was pale purple.
Laura stripped her slip down, leaving her in black satin briefs, matching garter belt, and dusky hose. She bent to release the garter clips, and her taut breasts hung and quivered enticingly.
Dave ambled nude to the bureau to get his pajama pants, and, as he passed his wife, he gave her a sharp back-hand slap on the butt.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, and straightened up. She clutched the spanked buttock and kneaded it lovingly through her panties. "What was that for?"
"General principles," he replied. "I'm a firm believer in the proposition that all wives should get their asses swatted regularly."
"Oh, are you! Well, this is one wife who doesn't care for that sort of treatment. Anyway, you were never much of a spanker."
"I didn't know what I was missing," he said as he pulled a drawer open and removed a pair of pajama trousers. "A girl I was out with the other night asked me to pop her a few times with her pants down. I did it and, you know, it's fun."
"Well, save it for her."
"I wonder if Nan Jordan liked to be spanked," Dave mused as he stepped into his sleeping garment. "You know something else I wonder? Whether or not she's a real blonde."
"She could be," Laura replied as she dropped her stockings on a chair. "Her brows are light under the pencil, and her eyes are green. She's got a groovy figure, too. You're going to have lots of fun with her."
Laura slid her panties away and stepped out of them. Dave watched her casually but not with complete indifference. As many times as he had seen it and made love to it, that cute cunt of hers continued to fascinate him. It showed up in a particularly striking way because of her slimness. The nearly straight lines of her thighs and belly ' caused its plushy lips, adorned with fluffy, dark-brown hairs, to seem even more voluptuous and inviting than the cunts of most beautiful women.
Dave decided that he wanted Laura's cunt that night.
He moved over to her.
Drawing her into his arms, he said, "Let's make this hubby's night, shall we?"
"Well, darling!" She feigned surprise, but actually his approaches to her were not all that infrequent.
He let a thick hand slide down her smooth, graceful back and around a satiny, pert little buttock. He stroked it with his fingers, then caressed its twin and the tight crack between them. His rod rose against Laura's teasingly agitating belly.
Their mouths joined, and his tongue thrust smoothly and deeply into her. She clamped her teeth and lips gently on the wet, slightly abrasive piece of meat, and she sucked just enough to stimulate her husband without causing him discomfort.
By now his pecker was very full and hard and was pressing urgently against her belly. The pressure not only caused him discomfort and some stimulation, but it also excited her a great deal. She wanted to get that husky shaft of manhood inside her.
They sank together to the bed, and he began systematically to sow passionate little kisses all over her shoulders, which were dusted with freckles. His quick mouth moved along to her bosom and he teased the upthrust tips of her tits, prodding and bending them with his tongue, then rolling them between his moist lips and finally tugging them upward and using them to vibrate the tight little boobs. He kissed her between the breasts and licked below them. He continued along to the slightly knurled center of her navel, which he tongue-prodded.
As he browsed about the fiat but satiny-smooth plane of her belly, his hand found her main pleasure zone and he began to caress her there, causing her to move her legs even farther apart as she moaned, "Do me good, Dave baby! Make me know it!"
He ruffled her auburn-colored fur and fingered the plushy lips which lay beneath it. The tip of his middle finger prodded her sensitive little clit, and she squirmed voluptuously as the most wonderful hot sensations scurried up to her brain and gently exploded there, flooding her entire consciousness with warmth.
She opened to him like the petals of a flower, her legs bending and twisting as they spread as far apart as they could go. Dave's middle finger sank into her pussy, getting wet, then it began to pump in and out rhythmically, stroking her very soft, lubricated membranes.
Dave raised his head and propelled himself farther toward the foot of the bed so he was hovering directly over her wetly throbbing vagina.
He felt his mouth begin to water, and he licked his lips.
He dove, and Laura whined in delight as his lips spread her bearded ones and his tongue speared deeply into her slit. He pumped his tongue in and out as his hands stroked her thighs and hips and squirming, satiny ass. Finally he fastened on her clit and sucked it for several wildly exciting seconds.
Now Laura was very close to an orgasm, and Dave's rod was pulsating with rigid power. He lunged atop her and sank his prick deeply into her eagerly receptive vagina.
He pumped rapidly up and down, in and out of her cunt, and Laura cried out as she moved her hips wildly, gripping him at the shoulders and clinging to his thick, tense thighs with her serpentine legs. Her wet, warm, silken vagina slid up and down his plunging cock like a monkey on a greased pole.
He drove faster and faster, growling as he sought to finish her off and propel himself to an ecstatic release at the same time.
They got there.
Perfectly.
She whooped and arched her body upward, breaking the skin on his shoulders with her nails as her voracious pussy gulped at his happily twitching flesh and made it twitch and gush all the more. They heaved and shook together.
Then gradually she relaxed against the bed, giving up her ferocious grip on him, and with a deep and pleasurable sigh he disengaged himself and rolled onto his back.
They talked.
"It's going to be a real feather in our caps when we get the Jordans into the group," Dave said. "We need fresh talent. Especially young talent like that."
"I'm going to follow up with Nancy tomorrow," Laura remarked as she lay on her back in the darkness and exhaled cigarette smoke.
"So soon? Lord knows I'm anxious, but tomorrow might be rushing things."
"Nonsense. What I told her today got her to thinking, and I'll bet it warmed her up a little. I want to cook something with that fire before it burns out."
"But she's liable to get scared off."
"You leave it to mama. I know what little girls are made of, Dave, and Nancy's no different from any other normal female. She's just inhibited, that's all. Well, booze and attractive male companionship are the best tools that have ever been devised for breaking down the inhibitions of girls."
"What's this male companionship?"
"I'll get a couple of guys from the club. Don't worry."
"Hell. I wish one of them could be me."
"You'll have your chance with the blonde honeypot soon enough. If you were to muscle in tomorrow, it would ruin everything. Mama knows what she's doing."
"I hope so," Dave said, and, although he had just screwed his wife, he was busily anticipating the fun he was going to have with Nancy ... provided things worked out as he and Laura planned.
At that same moment, Nancy lay alone in the darkness of her mid-town apartment, unable to sleep.
The things Laura had said earlier that day kept going round and round in her head. She didn't want to think such shocking things-she really didn't-but, lonely as she was, and missing Bob, she couldn't seem to do anything else.
She was restless. Her healthy young body yearned for love making.
Laura had no doubt been right when she had indicated it would be easy for Nancy to get physical love from some man. The city was full of individuals who had what she needed swinging between their legs, and many of them would be happy to make it big and full and stiff for her and to slide it into....
No!
She mustn't think that way. She simply mustn't! She loved Bob-only Bob-and he loved her. Laura hadn't known what she was talking about when she had said Bob was probably making love to German girls. Bob would remain faithful, just as she would remain faithful to him.
But, God, it was difficult!
Her hand slid down her body, underneath the covers, and she stroked herself through her nylon nightgown. That didn't help ease her frustration, and it certainly didn't make her feel more like dropping off to sleep.
Oh, what was she going to do!
She pulled her hand out from under the bedclothes and angrily tossed herself onto her side, gripping the pillow and wadding it under her head.
Cock, she thought. Laura had used that dirty but highly stimulating word to describe what she needed. Cock ... cock ... cock....
She shivered.
She needed cock, all right. But she wanted only Bob's. Oh, God, if he were here right now, she would grab that wonderful thing of his and squeeze it and pull it to her, and then she would wrap it in her eager flesh and start to move her hungry hips....
Letting out an audible wail, she leaped from the bed and began to pace up and down in the darkness. What was the matter with her? Bob had been gone for only a few days, and she was acting as if she had been alone and without sex for months! She wasn't a nymphomaniac, after all.
It was Laura's fault, of course. She had come around with her sinful suggestions and had started Nancy's mind working in the wrong channels. Well, she would just have to correct her thinking. Sex was not something to be taken lightly. It went with love, and love went with marriage ... and she was married to Bob. He had to be away for a while, so she would wait for him. And she wouldn't permit herself to start climbing the walls, as Laura had put it, while she did so.
She walked through the darkened apartment to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of cold milk. She drank it down.
Feeling better and clinging to the resolution she had just made, Nancy returned to the bedroom. She straightened out the rumpled covers and climbed into bed, carefully drawing the covers over her.
She folded her hands on top of the bedclothes and sighed, closing her eyes and trying to sink as deeply as possible into the mattress.
Sleep, she thought. If I can just fall asleep now....
Surprisingly enough, she did.
CHAPTER TWO
"Hello, Nancy. This is Laura."
The younger woman had awakened just a short time before. She had gotten up, brewed some coffee, and eaten a bowl of cold cereal with milk. She was just finishing her first cup of coffee when the telephone rang.
"Well, Laura! It's nice to hear from you."
Nancy couldn't imagine why the sleek, loose-living brunette would be calling just one day after she had "happened" to be in Nancy's neighborhood and had dropped in for a visit. Prior to that, the two women had met only twice, at the annual company picnic and again at a company dance.
"Say, I'm coming into town to do some shopping this afternoon, and I thought maybe you'd like to make the rounds with me. Even if you just want to window-shop, I'd like to have the company. Window-shopping is that I'm going to do most of."
"Well, Laura ... gee...."
"Come on," the other woman coaxed. "You don't have anything real important lined up, do you?"
"No."
"Then meet me at one o'clock at The Plucked Goose. That's right next door to Conway's." (Conway's was one of the better department stores in town.)
"All right. On condition that we go Dutch."
Laura chuckled. "If that will make you feel better."
"It will."
"Then I'll see you at one o'clock?"
"Yes!" Nancy said brightly. All of a sudden, she was glad Laura had called and extended her the invitation. It would brighten things up for her at this difficult time.
She thought she knew why Laura had called, and why Laura wanted the two of them to get together again. She wanted to make up for yesterday. She must have realized, after she had left Nancy, that she had spoken indiscreetly. She was no doubt afraid that Nancy had been offended, so now Laura wanted to make things right.
Perhaps today, Nancy conjectured, she would see a better side of Laura Wallace.
Nancy puttered about the apartment during the morning, after which she took a long and leisurely soak in the tub. Then she dressed with special care, anointing herself conservatively with her most expensive perfume. She put on a dressy suit, which featured a beige jacket with a hand crocheted floral spray, over a melon-colored shell and straight beige skirt. Even though she was only going on a shopping tour, she wanted to appear at her best ... considering that she had looked like such a slob when Laura had walked in on her yesterday.
Won't Bob be surprised when he gets home, to learn how friendly Dave's wife and I have become, Nancy thought as she put the finishing touches to her grooming and gave herself a satisfied smile in the mirror.
Nancy wasn't egotistical about her appearance, but she knew she was a very attractive girl. She had been told this many times, and her own mirror confirmed it.
Perhaps she didn't have the sophisticated poise of a Laura Wallace, but her figure was certainly better than Laura's-that is, if a person liked well-rounded breasts and hips. She assumed that most men did. Also, Nancy's face still bore the sweet freshness of youth, in spite of the fact that she was entering her middle twenties and had been married for two years. So, she had something to feel self-satisfied about.
The Plucked Goose was crowded at one o'clock.
Nancy entered the place and scanned it, looking for a woman by herself, but none of the lone women turned out to be Laura.
Strange, Nancy thought. Perhaps Laura wasn't there yet. But it was exactly one o'clock, and, since Laura had suggested the date, she certainly should have been on time.
"Miss?"
Nancy turned to discover that a waitress was speaking to her.
"The lady in that booth said you're looking for her." The waitress indicated the direction with a nod of her head.
"Thank you," Nancy murmured automatically, and tried to spot Laura in the crowded corner of the room.
She caught a hand wave, then a smile. Yes! It was Laura, all right. But who in the world were those two men with her?
Surely she hadn't made dates for Nancy and herself!
Feeling a little numb and off her stride, Nancy moved toward the booth. She realized she was frowning, so she made an effort to smile.
"Darling! How are you?" Laura gushed. "Nancy Jordan, this is Rex Packard," she indicated the man who had lifted himself slightly off the seat beside her, "and Harv Brownell." The latter made a partial standing motion at the opposite side of the table.
Nancy went through the ritual of smiling at each man and murmuring an acknowledgment of the introductions while her mind grappled with the meaning of their presence. She couldn't help but notice, also, that both men were very good-looking.
Rex was dark-haired and had a round, rather bland face, but his eyes were worldly. His smile was subdued. Sandy-haired Harv was slimmer and more jovial. His friendly eyes sparkled, and his smile was unreserved. Both men were around thirty years old.
"Sit down ... sit down," Laura said. She was resplendent in an expensive white suit. 'The boys just happened to be in the store, doing some shopping on their lunch hour, and we bumped into each other. They hadn't eaten yet, so naturally I invited them to join us. I was sure you wouldn't mind."
"No," Nancy replied. "Of course not." She smiled nervously across the table at Rex again.
Laura went on: "Rex and Harv-and their wives, of course-belong to a little social club that Dave and I belong to."
"Oh. I see."
"We'd always welcome a new member as pretty as yourself," Rex said to Nancy. Then, to Laura, he added, "She's positively gorgeous."
"You see?" Laura replied. "I didn't exaggerate, did I?"
Though the compliments should have pleased her, and she smiled as if they did, actually Nancy felt very ill at ease. She had the sensation of being under scrutiny for some reason or other-why, she couldn't imagine.
Harv grinned at her. "I understand your husband is out of the country for a while."
"Yes. His company sent him to Germany. They're going to open a plant there."
"Oh? Who does he work for?"
"Dolph Chemical, like Laura's husband."
One of the men had signaled a waitress, and now she came over. "What will you have to drink?" Rex asked Nancy.
"Oh ... nothing, thanks."
"Come on," Laura urged. "Don't be a party-pooper. You like martinis, don't you?"
Before Nancy had a chance to answer, Laura told the girl, "Double martini, so she can catch up with the rest of us. And we'll have another round, right?" She glanced from Rex to Harv for confirmation.
The light-haired, jovial man said, "Why not? We can't stop now."
Nancy was aware of a greater irritation with Laura than she had felt the day before. This time the older woman seemed to be just taking over, dominating her completely. And there was something funny about the presence of the two men-Laura's explanation didn't quite cover it, somehow.
"Your husband must be pretty important at Dolph," Rex remarked, "for them to send him to Germany."
"He's just one member of a team that went," Nancy replied.
Laura interjected, "Bob's a great guy. You boys will like him."
"I hope we get the chance to meet," Rex said as his eyes suavely caressed Nancy's tits through her clothes.
Yes, it was funny. The whole thing was very funny. Nancy felt more uncomfortable than ever. She glanced quickly at Laura and discovered that the other woman was eyeing her in a speculative way.
Laura quickly put on a bright smile. "Rex is with Merriman Motels, and Harv is in the insurance business. They work together a lot of the time."
"Like today, hmm?" Harv threw Laura a wink, then grinned disarmingly at Nancy.
Something indeed was going on.
Nancy's suspicions were gradually lulled by the liquor which seemed to keep arriving at the table of its own accord. The conversation moved briskly along, from vocations to trends in motel design, to current events and movies.
Finally lunch was ordered. By the time the food arrived, Nancy's brain was spinning merrily, and she was ravenous. Everything tasted good, and as she ate she felt more at ease. All was right with the world.
Rex was saying, "So Harv and I were going to check out this new motel the company has just acquired. If you girls have nothing better to do this afternoon, why don't you tag along with us? Feminine advice on matters of design and that sort of thing is worth a lot. Naturally, we're going to be renovating and redecorating the entire property."
"I'd love to see it," Laura said. "How about you, Nancy? You weren't all that anxious to go shopping, were you?"
"Well ... no, I guess not."
"Great!" Rex exclaimed. "We'll all drive by the place right after lunch, then."
Nancy wondered dimly what she was getting herself into.
The motel was a sprawling two-story affair, built around a large, sparkling pool. It was located on one of the major boulevards, close to the center of town.
They drove over in Rex's Buick. Laura rode beside him on the front seat, while Harv sat with Nancy in the rear.
She liked Harv. He seemed easy-going and genuinely friendly. Moreover, he was a handsome man. She experienced a little tickle high between her legs when he laughed in his warm way and his eyes twinkled at her.
She tried to ignore this response. It was, after all, only because Bob was out of town. She was hurting for sex, and she responded to the masculinity that was close to her. She couldn't help that. It didn't mean that she really wanted to go to bed with Harv. Or so she told herself.
When they arrived at the motel, Rex parked in one of the stalls about halfway back.
"I've got the keys," he said after they had alighted. "Let's take a look at a display unit first, before we talk to the manager. Fourteen is reserved for us."
Nancy glanced from Rex to Harv. Both of their expressions seemed innocent.
Rex held a ring of keys in his hand as they walked to the door with the numeral 14 on it. Sounds of splashing and general hilarity came from the pool. A lush brunette in a bikini tripped past, wiggling her cute buttocks. Rex pursed his lips in a showy but silent whistle. Harv grinned and glanced at Nancy.
"Just ... what are we supposed to be looking for around here?" Nancy asked. The effects of the liquor had pretty well worn off, and she was beginning to feel uncomfortable again.
"Anything and everything," was Rex's glib reply. "Just tell me how the place strikes you. Look for flaws. Let me know how you think it would be made more attractive.
"I'm going to try out a bed," Laura purred. "Beds are the most important feature of a motel, after all."
An insinuating tickle touched Nancy again, and in the same disturbing place as before-right around the vicinity of her clitoris.
Rex opened the door of the motel unit, and the foursome walked in.
The unit was smartly furnished, sound-proofed and air-conditioned. The lighting was dim behind drawn shades. Nancy could see immediately that there were two rooms, with a bath and small dressing area in between.
"Ah ... man!" Rex exclaimed and flopped onto one of the twin beds in the main room. "Baby," he said to Laura, "ring up the office and order some booze, will you?"
"Sure." She picked up the phone.
"Wait a minute," Nancy said in alarm. "I don't feel like drinking anything."
"Oh ... come on," Laura coaxed. "We're all out for a relaxing afternoon. A couple of drinks always help."
Nancy looked at her closely, then inquired, "Laura ... may I talk with you for a minute privately, please?"
"Uh-uh! I heard that," Harv said, moving up behind the cute blonde. He took Nancy's arm and turned her toward him. "No female secrets allowed."
As Nancy smiled and tried to think of a bantering reply, she was aware that Laura was talking on the telephone, ordering the liquor.
There seemed to be nothing Nancy could do about the course of events, except to simply stride out of the room, and she still didn't want to offend Laura. Also, below the level of her consciousness, she was stimulated by the situation.
Here she was in a motel room with another woman and two attractive men. Anything could happen! And, considering the way Laura had talked yesterday, the unconventional brunette would probably welcome it. What would she (Nancy) do if things really got out of hand? What if one of the men were to make a pass at her?
"Well, Harvey...." Rex said from the bed, "do you think this place will qualify for a preferred insurance plan?"
"Too early to tell," Harv replied. "I'll have to look it over more carefully."
"That can wait."
Laura was just hanging up the phone, and Rex asked her, "What do you think about the interior design? How does it strike you?"
"Not bad. What's your opinion, Nancy?"
"It's ... it's nice."
Somehow she knew they weren't interested in what she thought about the decor. But what was behind all this? What in the world did it mean?
They made small talk until the liquor arrived. Rex poured drinks for all of them while Laura found some lively music on the built-in radio system. After she took her glass, she did a few dance steps around the room.
"Come on, Rex," she said. "Let's boogaloo."
"No, thanks," he grinned. "But you might tempt me with something else."
"Such as?" She kept gyrating with hips and knees, hardly moving her feet at all. She held her glass out in front of her.
"Turn off your motor and come over here. I'd like a little kiss."
"Mister, if there's anything you want, you're going to have to come and get it."
Nancy was shocked when Rex got off the bed and, flashing a wicked grin at Harv and her, crossed to where Laura was still twisting to the beat of erotic guitars. He pulled her slim form snugly against him and plastered his open, seeking mouth to hers.
Nancy gasped and looked at Harv.
He grinned.
After plunging his tongue in and out of Laura's mouth five or six times, and having her own tongue rub against it while her lips and teeth tightened around it on the outward strokes, Rex terminated the kiss and gave her a sharp swat on the fanny as he backed away.
"Laura!" Nancy called. "I think we'd better leave."
"Oh, for Christ's sake," Laura said, her face flushed and smiling. "Quit acting like a schoolgirl guarding her cherry. As long as we're here in these pleasant surroundings, let's have some fun. Rex, fill my glass. Harv, know any good dirty stories?"
"You mean good-dirty or good and dirty?" he quipped.
"The dirtier the better, the way I feel right now."
That was when Nancy should have acted on her own and walked out of the place ... that is, assuming she didn't want to engage in an orgy with the other three persons. But she didn't walk. After Rex had replenished Laura's glass, he turned to her, and she let him pour another good-sized shot into hers.
"Well, let's see," Harv was thinking aloud. 'There's the one about the three foxes-Mama Fox, Papa Fox, but Baby is too little, so he just watches."
Laura laughed heartily. Nancy felt her cheeks getting red, and she was aware of a strange tingle which was only partly caused by the liquor.
"Have you girls heard this one?" Rex asked, looking at Nancy. "There was this farmer who was going around getting orders for the peaches that were ripening on his trees, and he came to a house where a beautiful young housewife answered the door. He asked her if she wanted some peaches, and she pulled her blouse open. 'Are they big and round like these?' she asked, showing him her knockers. He grinned and nodded. 'And are they nice and fuzzy like this?' she said as she pulled up her dress and showed him her twat. Well, right about then the old farmer started to cry. 'Son of a bitch,' he moaned. 'My wife ran away and left me with six kids; the kids are all hungry; and now it looks like I'm gonna be screwed out of my goddamned peaches!'"
Again Laura laughed. Nancy blushed more deeply, and the giddiness within her heightened. She buried her face in her glass, but she couldn't keep from showing a smile as she did so.
"Now I've got one," Laura said. "What comes out of a man's tallywhacker when he plays with a woman's tits? ... The wrinkles!"
Laura and the two men laughed. Nancy turned away, holding her burning cheek.
"Look at her!" Laura said. "Nancy ... baby...." She moved up behind her. "Get with it, will you? Come on. You tell us one."
"I'm afraid I don't know any stories like that," Nancy admitted.
"Well, it's time you learned a few," Rex said. "How's this? The guy didn't trust his wife, so he followed her one day. She went to her doctor's office. The husband waited for a little while outside, then slipped past the receptionist as soon as he got the chance, and sneaked into the examining room. And sure enough ... there was his pretty wife spread out on the table, and the doctor was humping the hell out of her. 'What are you doing?' the husband demanded. The doctor was a pretty cool guy, so he said, 'I'm taking your wife's temperature.' 'Yeah?' yelled the husband. 'Well, when you pull your pecker out, it better have numbers on it!' "
In spite of herself, Nancy laughed. Her cheeks were flaming.
"Hey, she liked that one!" Laura said.
"Damn right," Rex replied from his seat on the edge of the bed. "We're getting with it now. And speaking of that...."
He reached for Laura, and, almost before Nancy realized what was happening, he had Laura down on the bed with him. They rolled onto their sides, and he ran his hand up the backs of her legs, pushing her skirt before it.
Nancy stared as Laura's bare upper thighs came into view, then her panty-clad hips. The black nylon clung to her plump crotch.
"Hey, I think they'd like to be alone," Harv said, and took Nancy's arm. He guided her through the dressing area into the adjoining room, and pulled the door shut behind them.
Nancy recovered sufficiently to ask, "Wh-what are we doing in here?"
"Nothing, yet," Harvey grinned. "But I have hopes."
And he pulled her into his arms.
The liquor, the excitement produced by the dirty stories, and the crowning shock of seeing Laura pulled onto a bed and half-denuded, all had an effect on Nancy. Now she was in a bedroom with an attractive man, and her own husband was far away. She needed loving.
Morality decreed that she shouldn't let Harv touch her, and in a way she really didn't want him to. But in another and more basic way, she did. When she felt his strong, masculine arms around her back, as his lips pressed hers and forced them apart, she deliberately silenced the voice of her conscience which told her it was wrong.
Her arms rose to grip Harv, and her soft lips quivered against his hard ones. His ardent tongue pumped into her mouth, and she trembled in his arms. Her nipples stiffened in her bra. A tingle touched her cunt.
She stroked her tongue against his.
Harv was ecstatic over the quick progress he had made. He hadn't dared hope she would surrender to him this easily.
His right hand dropped to the quivery plump roundules of her bottom, and he petted them through her skirt. Oh, God, what an ass that was! Jesus, she was made for screwing-this sweet bitch!
As he tripped her even more strongly with his left arm and kissed with increasing passion, he pulled up her skirt with his right hand and got underneath it and underneath her slip. He stroked her marvelously curvy bottom through her clinging nylon briefs.
Nancy was afire with lust. There was no other term for the emotion which she felt. She certainly didn't love this man, and it wasn't the romance of the situation that had gotten to her. The truth was that she was sexually hot. Her hard nipples throbbed against the constricting cups which held her breasts. Moisture began to ooze from between the puffy, blonde-bearded lips which nestled in the crotch of her panties. Now, with his hand caressing her nearly naked ass and his stiff penis rising against her front, she could think of nothing but lying down on the bed and having him mount her. Then she would feel what she needed so badly-his wonderful shaft! She had never had a shaft other than Bob's, but Bob was so far away now, and she needed it so badly.
She just wouldn't think of Bob. She wouldn't!
Her hand snaked down between their embracing bodies, and she thrilled as her fingers closed on Harv's gathering hardness. A shock went through him which was evident to her, and his penis immediately hardened and lifted to as great an extent as was possible in his clothes, with the two of them standing so close together.
He tore his mouth from hers. "God, but I want you!" he croaked.
All she said was, "Hurry!"
He turned her and pressed her down to the bed. Even before her back was firmly against the mattress, he was pulling her skirt up, caressing her lovely legs. His eager hand slid above the tops of her stockings and stroked the warm and softly smooth flesh he found there. Then his hand was on her bottom again, rubbing and rolling the plump hemispheres of her ass through her panties.
"Oh, get my clothes off!" she cried.
Something within her recoiled at the shock of hearing her own voice utter such a brash demand, but she survived the shock as a speeding car leaves behind a bump in the road, and her hand went blindly to the front of Harv's trousers, where it groped for the zipper tab.
She did this sometimes with Bob when she was very hot-just zipped open his fly and pulled his peter out.
Now she was doing it with a man she scarcely knew.
Harv gasped, and his rod throbbed almost painfully as her seeking fingers touched it through his knit briefs. She snaked into those briefs, and her hand closed thrillingly around his fevered flesh. She pulled it out, and now his pecker could stretch to its heart's content ... and it did. It became very thick and long, and hard as a bar of iron. Nancy gazed at it in awe.
It looked different than Bob's. Harv was circumcised, which Bob was not, and the head was more purplish. Still, Nancy loved it.
"Oooh! Ooooh...." she said, and enclosed the head in her palm, turning her hand this way and that so that she rubbed every one of Harv's most sensitive nerve ends.
"Come on," he growled. "Let's get our clothes off."
He started with Nancy's panties, gripping the elastic band at the top and drawing them down, causing the pink nylon fabric to peel away from her gently rounded belly and the adorable blonde tangle between the tops of her thighs.
"God, there's nothing false about you, is there?" he said exultantly. He had barely worked her panties midway along her thighs before he dropped his face and impulsively kissed her just above the edge of her pubic hair.
"Oooh, honey!" she said, and gripped him around the back of the neck.
He licked along, just above the top of her golden wedge, and her satiny warm belly quivered with excitement. His hand gripped the moist crotch of her panties and pulled them farther along her legs as his mouth leaped to the silken inner slope of a thigh. He licked there and nibbled the tender flesh with his teeth.
He was really heating her up now, making her wild. It always aroused her strongly when Bob kissed her on her upper legs and tummy. It made her think about how it would feel it he were to kiss her directly on the gash. Of course, she didn't expect him to do that, any more than she expected Harv to do it now.
He reared back and pulled her panties all the way off, gazing fondly at the wisps of blonde hair and soft creased flesh between the tops of her thighs as her legs extended up in the air. Now as those legs fell back to the bed, they opened, and the total beauty of her snatch was revealed.
Harv couldn't resist going down on her.
It happened so quickly, Nancy wasn't prepared for the wonderful shock. One minute, Harv was crouched before her on his knees, his purple-headed stalk standing out of his pants as he gazed at the exposed beauty between her legs (and this was a tremendous thrill to Nancy, just realizing that she was showing herself off to a man other than her husband), then suddenly he swooped and gathered her thighs upward from underneath, wrapping his strong arms around them and spreading them wide. Then his eager, wet, open mouth was pressing against the juicy fullness of her cunt as his aggressive tongue speared inside.
She let out a shrill, high-pitched sound and involuntarily pressed her pussy up to him, grinding it into his face as he lapped and sucked. The lightning of fulfillment struck her, and she shook all over, sobbing and biting down hard on her finger. It was a peculiarly sharp orgasm, but it came and went quickly and didn't reach as deeply as the orgasms she'd had with Bob. It was more like the kind she used to experience when she masturbated ... but better. So much better.
Harv perceived that he had brought her satisfaction, and this pleased him a great deal. He straightened up, his lips and chin wet from a mixture of his saliva and her vaginal juices.
He backed off the bed, his prick still high and throbbing stronger than ever. Nancy watched him through glazed eyes as he undressed. Her brain was reeling. God, what had she done? What was she yet to do?
But the idea that she might stop-call it quits right now, get off the bed, find her panties and put them on, then get the hell out of the motel and into a taxicab-this didn't even occur to her.
"Take the rest of your clothes off," Harv suggested softly as he struggled with his. "Yes. All right."
She sat up. Her brain reeled more, but in a few moments equilibrium returned. She slid her bare ass off the bed and got to her feet.
Harv watched her as she shrugged out of her winkled jacket, laid it over the back of a chair, then unzipped her pale orange-colored shell and took that off. Her bosom looked luscious in a lace-covered pink brassiere. It was so full and high and shapely. The soft flesh of the mounds squeezed together at the center, above the rim of the bra, and Harv enjoyed the lush whiteness which contrasted with the golden tone of her arms and shoulders.
She took off her skirt and slip, leaving her in bra and stockings. The latter were the kind which had elasticized tops; they stayed in place without garters.
Harv gazed at the damp patch of blondeness where he had rooted a few moments before. God, but she had reacted fast! It was hard to believe, but maybe no one had ever gone down on her before.
He wondered if he could get her to go down on him, then decided he wouldn't try. Not this time. Today he just wanted to screw all that marvelous beauty.
Nancy removed her bra, and her titties swayed in luscious freedom as she bent and rolled down her stockings. Her boobs were full, yet perfectly shaped. They might have belonged to a sixteen-year-old, considering their firmness. They were creamy white. Hardly any veins showed. Their tips were rosebud pink and rigidly extended.
Harv whipped off the last of his clothing and was nude before she took her second stocking off. He went to her, and, with a little passionate whimper, she melted into his arms as they stood next to the bed.
The thrust of her adorable bare boobies against his hairy chest brought excitement to both of them. Nancy's nipples swelled more. Now (hey actually hurt her, but the pain was a delicious one.
Harv's hands toured her back, from the tops of her smooth, rounded thighs to her shoulders. He played with her buttocks, which were thrust backward somewhat (as were his) because of his staff, which was standing between the two lovers. His middle fingers traced the warm silken groove between her rounded loaves of flesh. She twisted and made a murmuring sound in her throat.
Oh, he was going to have lots of fun with her! Talk about a responsive female!
They sank to the bed together, and she came to rest on her back with Harv crouched above her. Her hand found his pecker and curled lovingly about it as he bent and began to kiss her shoulders. He shoved her adorable tits together and began to browse over them, thumbing the nipples as he licked lightly and nuzzled and inhaled her marvelous blend of woman-smell and good perfume. He caught a standing pink nipple and sucked at it briefly.
Nancy was thoroughly aroused for the second time. She didn't usually get over an orgasm so quickly, but that orgasm had been a shallow one. Her vagina had yet to enclose Harv's rod. Now she very strongly wanted to get that big thing inside her.
She told him as he kissed along her body, continuing to fondle and roll her plump tits:
"Take me ... please hurry ... I'm going out of my mind."
What sweet words! Harv couldn't imagine any that would have pleased him more.
He shifted atop her, and she gave a happy cry as her full warm thighs rose at either side of him. He held his rod and lowered his hips for the merging. Nancy was pushing her feet against the mattress and tilting her vagina up.
The tip of Harv's penis kissed her wet pinkness. He pushed, and the throbbing rod slid into her, burying itself in her warm, clasping cunt. "Oh, God!" Nancy cried. "Like it?" Harv asked huskily. "It's heaven!"
"Want me to give it to you strong?"
"Oh, yes! Yes!"
"Tell me." He remained still, deeply within her, throbbing, tantalizing her.
"Love me hard!" she said.
"Don't say love. Say screw."
"Screw me hard!" she demanded.
He screwed her with all the vigor he could bring to bear. It was a glorious experience for both of them. His magnificent rod stroked up and down inside her, pumping her, pounding her, and she beat her blonde bush against him. They continued without letup until she reached a grasping, clawing, panting climax, and he groaned, planting his white-hot sperm deep.
"Ooooh, God ... oh ... ooooh...." she moaned.
"Jesus!" Harv hissed, his hot breath striking her ear.
He hadn't softened much. Now, staying in, he rolled onto his back and brought her over on top of him.
"Not more," she murmured.
He chuckled. "Baby, we've only started."
His possessive hands stroked her thighs and her buttocks, her hips and her sides, her glorious pendulous breasts and even her belly, which was elevated a little above him because she was supporting her weight on hands and knees.
In the other room, Laura had been thoroughly screwed by Rex, and now they were both off the bed. She was standing beside the dresser, lighting a cigarette.
"When do we join the others?" he wanted to know.
"Don't be so anxious," she said, taking a deep drag of smoke. "Let Harv and Nancy get well acquainted first."
"Hell, he must have made her at least once by this tie."
'Not necessarily," Laura replied. "He may be still giving h the build-up."
Rex chuckled. "If he is, I feel sorry for him. His cock list be fit to burst. Christ, what a sexy piece she is!"
"So, what am I?" Laura asked as she sauntered over to ,m. "Some dog?"
"Shit no, baby. You're the greatest." He gave her a pat on the rear. "But she's ... well ... new."
"If that isn't a man for you," she said without real bitterness.
"Have you checked your Polaroid to make sure it's ready to go?"
"It's ready."
"I'm still afraid she may panic when she sees that. Do you think it's really necessary to take pictures?"
"Yes! She's going to have a moral backlash after this is over, and I don't want that to upset our plans. You don't either, do you?"
"No. One time with her isn't going to be enough for me."
"Then we need the pictures." Laura glanced at her watch. "How long have they been in there now?"
"Half an hour. Maybe a little more."
She put her cigarette, tip down, into an ash tray and ground it out.
"Come on," she said. "We're going in."
CHAPTER THREE
Nancy had never seriously thought of having sex in a room which was occupied by anyone other than herself and the man she was having sex with.
In youthful fantasies, the notion had occasionally crossed her mind, just as girls are sometimes inclined to think of prancing down Main Street without clothes on or leaping into a fireman's net while wearing no panties under their skirts.
It was an irrational, naughty notion-that, and nothing more. After all, who would really engage in intercourse with anyone looking on? No one except those who were paid by some degenerate to do so.
In college she had heard stories about so-called gang bangs and group gropes in which sex play went on in the open, but she had discounted these. The people who spread the stories were just fantasizing, she concluded, as she did sometimes, only they fantasized aloud.
So it may readily be imagined how startled and scandalized-and secretly exhilarated-she was when naked Laura appeared in the opening doorway of the room, with naked Rex behind her. Nancy saw them before Harv did, because she was still crouched atop him, sliding her lubricated loins up and down on his sexual muscle. She stopped moving abruptly.
"Go on, baby," Harv moaned. "Go on. That's damned good!"
"Harv...?" she murmured strangely.
He squinted up at her face, saw the direction of her gaze, then twisted his head on the pillow.
"Hi, old buddy!" Rex said as he strode into the room, his lax dong swinging.
"We thought we'd join you two playmates," Laura said with a smile. "Nobody minds, do they?"
Nancy couldn't say anything. She didn't want to admit (even to herself) that she welcomed Laura and Rex in the room, but she couldn't demand that they leave, either. The immediate effect which their presence had upon her was to send a fresh shot of joy juice squirting down into her love chamber, which hotly clasped Harv's rod. Color rushed to her cheeks. She hunched a little, as if to hide her breasts.
Then she asked herself, Why should I be ashamed? What I have is better than Laura's, so if she's not embarrassed, why should I be?
She straightened up. She even smiled.
"That's the girl," Laura said. "What is this for you two-the first or second?" " "Second, of course," Harv replied.
"Well then, it's not fair," Rex told him. "Laura and I didn't have seconds."
With that, he grasped Nancy and lifted her off Harv, leaving Harv's slick, plum-colored pecker standing up, as naked as a fence post.
"Heyyy!" Harv protested.
Nancy squealed, then laughed as she and Rex rolled together beside Harv. Laura stood, smiling wisely and enjoying the show.
Nancy came to rest on her back, her beautiful lush tits hobbling back and forth, their perfectly formed pink nipples standing up. These little fingers of passion beckoned to Rex. He bent and, with a happy growl, gobbled up one of them.
Harv had moved over to give Rex and Nancy more room, and he had been watching them. Now he looked at Laura and grinned, encircling the base of his rod with his index finger and thumb and swaying the shaft back and forth.
"Have some salami, baby?" he joked.
"It might go pretty good, at that," she said and hip-swayed over.
She climbed atop him and carefully fitted her pussy down over his upstanding rod.
Now Rex was mounting Nancy. She was amazed at herself as she let him push his quickly stiffened cock deep into the moist pink cavity where Harv's had been. He began to screw her as Laura screwed Harv.
Was this really happening to her? Or was she experiencing a particularly vivid dream?
Cold reason argued in favor of a dream, but her hot flesh couldn't dispute the plunging, throbbing, thrill-giving presence of the prick in her cunt. Rex was sliding it in and out forcefully but methodically, going very deep with each invading thrust and nearly slipping out entirely each time he drew it back.
Nancy's nerve endings were gloriously aroused. She was very much back in the ball game again. The change of lovers had done the trick. Two climaxes with Harv had taken the sharp edge off her desire for him, but now that Rex was the man who had his stiff prick in her pussy, she was thoroughly excited once more.
Then, too, there was the excitement of having Laura crouched right next to her, looking down at her passion-gripped face as Rex thrust relentlessly in and out, round and round, in and out, again and again. Nancy bobbed her hips in time to his thrusts and sometimes rotated them too. Rex wasn't quite as thick in the phallus as Harv, but he was certainly as long. Perhaps longer. Each time he came powering into her, he seemed to bump her backbone.
"Fun, hmm?" Laura smiled down. Her taut little tits vibrated as she squirmed rhythmically atop Harv and took his jolting upward thrusts.
"Yes...." Nancy admitted in a gush of hot sweet breath, and she thought to herself: You slut! You slut! What a terrible slut you are!
But the thought didn't seem to interfere with her fun, and it certainly didn't begin to stop her from continuing with what she was doing under Rex.
Heightening arousal gripped her. She pumped with a greater vengeance. Her eyes jammed tightly closed, and her pink mouth was an open wound. She panted. She ground her burning breasts into the hairy chest of the man who bore down upon her.
The bed was bucking wildly beneath the two copulating couples. The rhythm of Laura and Harv was faster than that which Rex had established with Nancy, and as a result the bed seemed to be shaking in all directions at once. It was a bumpy ride for all concerned ... but good.
It was so good for Nancy that she finally lost track of the other couple altogether. Her eyes were closed, and as Rex began moving on her more quickly, the rhythm of his rapid thrusts was all she could feel.
She wasn't aware of the fact that Laura had left Harv and climbed off the bed, nor that the sleek brunette had returned quickly to the other room, where her large tote bag rested. In it was a Polaroid camera.
Laura brought the camera back to the room where Rex was still pumping urgently and thrillingly atop Nancy. Harv lay beside them on the kind-size bed, his hands folded under his head, his cock still hard (for Laura had left him before either of them could reach completion).
Nancy was striving blindly and desperately for her climax. Rex was moving as if motivated by the same overpowering urge, but he knew he would have to hold off until Laura got the shots she wanted.
He kept thrusting and bouncing against Nancy's lush belly. Her hot thighs bracketed his flanks as she rhythmically flexed her legs, pounding her palpitating pussy against him.
Rex turned slightly and watched Laura as she lifted her camera. He smiled, and she tripped the shutter, exploding a flash at the same time.
Nancy's eyes popped open, but Laura quickly lowered the camera and, for a few seconds, Nancy didn't realize what had happened. This allowed enough time for the first picture to develop.
The flash occurred again, then Nancy realized what was taking place.
She shrieked, pounding at Rex, trying to get him off her. He kept pumping.
"It's all right, baby," Laura said. "I took a picture for each of us, as a souvenir. In a minute, you can take a couple of Harv and me."
"I don't want to!" she cried, still struggling with Rex. "Oh, damn you, Laura!"
"Nancy! For heaven's sake! There's nothing to get so pissed off about."
Laura put the camera down and rejoined Harv, throwing a lean leg over him and settling down on his passion pin. She began immediately to jog up and down.
Nancy had lost ground in her ascent of the slippery slope of lust. Rex had stopped moving and was holding her down with his arms while he nipped at her bobbing and quivering nipples, drawing first one and then the other up into his warm, wet mouth for a sensuous suck.
"Damn it, let me goooo!" she howled.
"You don't wanta go, baby," he crooned. "You want some more of daddy's cock. Tell inc you want it."
"Gel off me!" she cried. "Oh, I should never have come here! This is rape!"
Laura laughed as she posted energetically atop Harv. "Nobody twisted your arm to put you on that bed. At least, I hope Harvey didn't."
"She was just as ready as I was," he reported ungallantly but truthfully.
"And I didn't have to rape you either, babe," Rex said, pushing himself up on his arms. "Now, what say we get back to what we were doing?"
He began to thrust into her vigorously once more, and in spite of herself Nancy moved her hips in hungry acceptance of his lunges.
Soon both couples were going at it hot and heavy.
Nancy was terribly confused. She had no idea, really, how she had gotten where she was and what had put her in the position she now occupied-flat on her back with a strange man's penis pumping in and out of her frothing cunt. The pictures were an added mystery. But, confused and worried though she was, she couldn't keep from being swept along on the tide of passion which Rex was generating with his rapidly stroking shaft.
"Oooh, damn it! Damn it!" she cried, and moved her hips fiercely.
Laura and Harv stopped moving and both watched, Harv looking right into Nancy's passion-contorted face as Rex pumped his prick into her with everything he had. She came ecstatically.
He finished then, tightening and ramming deep, arching his body as he pushed himself backward with his arms. His sex gun fired again and again....
Nancy found herself alone and watching with a peculiar sense of detachment as Laura joyously rotated and bobbed atop Harv ... and Rex stood to the side, aiming the camera, taking a shot, tearing the developed print off, and repeating the process a second time.
She realized that she might be in these pictures, as well as the ones which Laura had taken earlier, but she didn't react now as she had reacted then. The damage was already done, and anyway, she felt drugged from all the sex.
So she merely watched, and found it vaguely interesting to witness another woman getting her jollies from a man. Laura's facial features tightened. She gasped. She moved feverishly atop Harv's passion pole, and he bumped upward, grunting. Finally she hung momentarily suspended, halfway down on him, then dropped with a rapturous expression on her face as she gloved his quivering phallus and they had their orgasms together.
Nancy didn't say anything for a while, nor did Laura as she cuddled up to Harv. Rex, still naked, moved to the dresser and placed the camera there.
The pictures, Nancy thought. What do they look like?
She didn't have to wait long to get the answer to her unspoken question. When she saw the pictures, her cheeks flamed again. She felt shame, but there was fascination, also.
Laura seemed to enjoy the pictures a great deal, as did the two men. They also enjoyed Nancy's reaction to them.
"Throw them away, Laura," Nancy implored. "We don't want them around."
"Nonsense," Laura said. "They're cute souvenirs. Here ... you get two and I'll keep two."
She handed two of the prints to Nancy.
"I don't want them," Nancy insisted, and tried to hand them back.
"You'd better keep them, honey," the other woman advised. "Who knows? They might be of more interest to you in the future."
Nancy put the prints down, then thought better of her decision and picked them up again. She took a last look at the wanton scenes-one of which showed her wallowing beneath Rex, while the other showed her lying exposed beside Harv as Laura crouched astride the man-then she tore both of them in two and tore the pieces in two again. She carried them to the bathroom and flushed them down the toilet.
The four sex revelers put their clothes on and, in a much subdued frame of mind, drove back to the parking lot near the restaurant where both Laura and Nancy had left their cars.
During the drive, there was little conversation. Everyone entertained their own very private thoughts.
Nancy's mind remained terribly confused. Since she was not much of a drinker, the fairly large quantity of liquor she had consumed that day was still exerting a potent effect. And she felt sexually drained. Gone was the gnawing grustration which had been afflicting her for the last few days, but in its place there was a comparable gnawing sense of guilt. Bob's image wavered in the back of her consciousness like a ghost.
Puzzlement was present too.
What did this all mean?
Experiences such as she had just been through didn't happen to people out of a clear sky. There was some sort of weird purpose behind it. She was sure Laura could tell her what the purpose was, but for some reason she couldn't put a direct question to the other woman. If sexual inhibitions had been abolished that day, social and other inhibitions had not. Laura had first impressed her as an honest and straightforward person, but now she knew better.
There were those pictures to worry about too. Nancy had destroyed the two prints which Laura had given her, but Laura had kept her own. Laura was married to Dave, and Dave worked with Bob.
But no woman would deliberately show her husband pictures of herself in bed with another man-or men-even to hurt somebody else. Would she?
Anyway, why would Laura want to hurt her, Nancy wondered.
Why ... why ... why...?
And what was going to happen next?
The world was full of questions, and right then Nancy didn't have an answer to her name.
CHAPTER FOUR
That evening she numbly fixed a dinner for herself at home, watched television for a while without really knowing what she was looking at, then went to bed. Still bemused over the events of that day, she dropped off to sleep.
Her dreams were chaotic but not erotic. When she awoke in the moring, she was immediately gripped by a nameless dread. What had she done? What was becoming of her and her life? Where did Bob and she stand?
The mail delivery brought a letter from him, full of little chatty things and tender expressions of love and loneliness. It brought tears to her eyes. She had an impulse to tear the letter up, but she didn't. She folded it very neatly and put it back in the envelope, after which she felt more desolate and depressed than ever.
TV telephone rang.
M first, Nancy just stared at it. The thought crossed her mind that it might be Laura, and she didn't know if she wanted to talk with her or not. Then it occurred to her that Bob might be calling from Europe. He hadn't said he would, but it was possible. God, she couldn't talk to him! Not the way she felt now.
But she couldn't just let the telephone ring, either, and never know who the call was from or what it was about.
Heavens, it might just be somebody peddling insurance of magazine subscriptions.
She snatched the phone up. "Hello."
"Nancy ... how are you this morning?" It was Laura, and her voice was like warmed honey.
"I want to talk to you," Nancy blurted. "We have to get together."
Laura replied casually, "All right."
"Can you come over?"
"Sure. In about an hour. How's that?"
"Good."
"See you then," Laura said, and hung up.
Nancy held her hand on the hard plastic receiver for several seconds and searched her mind. What had possessed her to be so insistent? Moments before, she hadn't been sure if she even wanted to talk with Laura on the phone, let alone see her in person.
Oh, God, she was cracking up.
She didn't know herself any more.
She took her hand from the telephone and stood. Suddenly the realization struck her that Laura was going to come over soon. This meant Nancy would have to straighten up the apartment in a hurry, take her bath and get dressed. She didn't want Laura to catch her, and the place, the way they were now.
This sense of purpose provided reassurance for the moment, and she welcomed the opportunity to throw herself into mundane work.
She was ready before Laura was due to arrive, and the last five minutes of waiting in the living room, with hands folded, were difficult.
The chime which announced Laura's arrival was a welcome sound. Something within Nancy gave a happy lurch, and she wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was because the other woman's arrival held out the hope that some of the uncertainty which seemed to surround and fill her would be resolved.
She strode to the door and opened it.
Laura smiled as she had that first day-which had been only two days before. It was as if nothing significant had happened since.
Laura was sleek and smart-looking, as usual, and again Nancy felt something like a country cousin next to her. But this thought was quickly chased by a reminder of what had happened the day before, when Nancy had proved herself to be just as sophisticated as Laura was. Now, if just for a moment, the memory gave satisfaction.
"Hi," Nancy said simply. "Come in."
Laura did. Then, as soon as the door was closed, she turned to face her new friend.
"That was quite a time we had yesterday, wasn't it?" Laura asked rhetorically.
"I want to talk with you about that," said Nancy.
"Of course you do."
Nancy gestured the other woman to a chair and said, "I'll get some coffee."
"Why don't we chat in the kitchen?" Laura suggested. "All right. If you'd rather."
The two women walked to the kitchen, and Laura sat at the table while Nancy brought cups and saucers, cream and sugar. She had perked some fresh coffee just minutes before, and the percolator remained plugged in, standing on the table.
Nancy poured.
Laura had lit a cigarette. She drew a quick shake of Nancy's head when she offered one to the younger woman.
"You sounded a little tense on the phone," Laura remarked as she stirred cream into her coffee. "You're not upset over last night, I hope."
"Oh, no!" Nancy replied sarcastically. "Of course not. I engage in sinful drunken orgies every day with my friends. By the way, what were Rex's and Harvey's last names? I've forgotten."
Laura smiled. "Good. You have your dander up, and that's fine. That will make it easier for us to talk frankly."
"A frank talk is just exactly what I want," Nancy stated. "That whole business yesterday leaves a lot to be explained."
"Well, let's examine first what you just said. You used the word 'sinful'. I don't think any sin was committed."
"I didn't ask you over to discuss our different philosophies of morals," Nancy snapped. "To me it was sinful."
"Then why did you do it?"
"Because I was drunk, damn it!"
"Ahhh. And that brought your inhibitions down. Which means, of course, that you would still have wanted to do it if you had been sober, but your inhibitions would have prevented it. Right?"
"Don't play cute games with words. I didn't want to do it. I would never have wanted to do it. But I was maneuvered into a situation...."
"By me, I suppose you mean."
"Yes, frankly ... by you. And what I want to know is-why?"
The two women gazed levelly at each other for a few moments.
"All right, Nancy. I'll tell you. But first, I want to ask you something, and I'll expect you to be as honest with me as I'm going to be with you."
"Well?"
'You enjoyed yourself yesterday, didn't you? It was just great, wasn't it, to let your hair down for once in your life and be in a bedroom with a couple of wild, free studs who just didn't give a damn and could satisfy you every which way? Tell the truth."
Nancy bit her lip. Moral considerations were one thing, but physical facts were something else, and the truth was that she had been blissfully satisfied. What was more, Laura knew it. When they were gazing at each other this way, Nancy couldn't lie.
So she did the next best thing and sought to sidestep the issue. "It doesn't matter how I felt at the time. I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing."
"Bullshit," Laura stated frankly.
Nancy gaped at her.
The other woman continued to smile in a self-assured but friendly way. "How you felt at the time makes all the difference in the world. And you weren't really drunk to the point of not knowing what you were doing. Your puritanical inhibitions were just put to sleep, that's all, and you reacted naturally and normally for once."
"You call what happened normal?"
"Of course. It's normal for young, sexually appealing men and women to screw."
Nancy closed her eyes and put her hands over her ears. "Don't use that awful word," she said.
"You didn't think it was so awful yesterday," Laura recalled. "You used it with Harv."
"Oh, Laura! Why are you doing this to me?"
There was, in the younger woman's tone, real anguish, and Laura couldn't help but respond to it empathetically. She reached out and touched Nancy's hand.
"Look ... you had fun," Laura said. "That's the thing to remember. And you really didn't hurt Bob in any way. Take my word for it, baby-he's doing the same thing where he is. Men always do. Well, why should women be suckers? Just because some antiquated so-called moral code tells us to? I repeat: Bullshit!"
"I don't believe Bob is doing it," Nancy protested vehemently. "And even if he is, that's no reason why I should."
"Of course not. But if you enjoy sexual variety, there's no reason why you shouldn't have it, since he's having some." In the face of Nancy's evident disapproval and disbelief, Laura went on, "Do you know how it is in Europe? Have you ever been there?"
"No," Nancy admitted.
"Well, I'll tell you. The bars are full of hookers. Beautiful ones, too. And the local businessmen always set up dates for visitors. So, one way or another, Bob's going to get it ... unless he's got a will of absolute iron. And, as I said before, Nancy, men always excuse themselves on the ground that it doesn't really hurt anyone for them to play around a little on the side."
Nancy narrowed her eyes. "Just what are you driving at with all this? You promised you'd tell me."
"All right. And so I will. I deliberately set out to corrupt you, darling. Isn't that delightful?" Now she was treating the matter lightly.
"But ... but ... why?"
"Why does any person try to corrupt anyone else? To make the other person more like he or she is."
"Just for that? There was no other reason?"
"I didn't do it just for the psychological satisfaction involved. I'm a practical girl, Nancy. I expected to receive tangible benefits."
"Laura, I confess ... I don't understand you at all."
Laura laughed lightly and set her coffee cup down on its saucer. 'Then hear the whole thing. You'll recall I mentioned yesterday that Rex and Harv were members of a club which Dave and I belong to?"
"Yes."
Well, it's a swappers' club."
"What-what's that?" Nancy was afraid she knew, but she had to ask.
"We get together once or twice a week and swap husbands and wives ... sometimes just for the evening, sometimes for the entire night."
"Laura! My God, that's awful! Why, I've never heard of such a terrible thing!"
"What's terrible about it? We all have fun, we work off our frustrations, we learn to appreciate our own spouses more. It's one of the greatest schemes that's come along."
"But it's ... it's...."
"I know. Immoral. Baby, when are you going to get over that silly attitude?"
"You still haven't explained anything," Nancy parried.
"I'm getting to it. Dave and I have known you and Bob for quite a while, and we came to the conclusion between ourselves that you two ought to be in our little club. So this is our way of winning you over, so to speak."
"I still don't understand."
"Well, we thought that after you had seen how much fun there was in changing partners, you would want to talk Bob into joining the club with you."
"You're out of your mind!" Nancy said in a tone of amazement.
"No. Not exactly. The first part of the scheme has succeeded very well. You've discovered how much fun there is in the game. Before Bob gets back, you'll enjoy it even more ... and in an even more far-out way, I hope. By the time he returns, you'll be ready to convert him. Of course, Dave will help by talking to him about it at the office, man to man. You know."
Nancy was still looking at the other woman as if she had two heads. "You just can't be serious about this. It's got to be a put-on."
"Oh, I'm quite serious."
"But what in the world makes you think Bob and I are going to fall in line like a couple of puppets? Just because you tricked me once doesn't mean you'll be able to do it again. In fact, I assure you that you won't."
"Oh? Really?"
Laura's expression was entirely too wise, and it produced a prickling sensation along Nancy's back.
"I already have the means to accomplish what I want," Laura went on. "Of course, I won't have to actually use the pictures, because you'll want to join our swap club just as much as I want you to."
The pictures.
Nancy felt ill. "
Now she surely should throw Laura out. But she didn't. She closed her eyes and clenched the hand which was in her lap.
"Bob will want to join too, when he finds out how much fun he can have," Laura continued. "Then it won't matter whether he sees the pictures or not. Of course, If you and Dave can't convince him, the pictures might prove embarrassing to you."
"Laura, I hate you!"
"No, you don't. You're upset now. That's understandable. Look ... how about if I give you a little massage? It will relax your nerves ... and maybe convince you at the same time that I want us to be friends."
Nancy's green eyes flashed. "To use your term, Laura-bullshit! You want Bob. That's the only reason you started this whole thing."
"True. And Dave wants you. But that doesn't make us evil, any more than it's evil for a lonely man to go to a movie and want Sophia Loren. I'm sure if he could, he'd take the steps necessary to get her. Well, Dave and I are taking the steps necessary to get you and your husband. But Dave and I aren't all you and Bob stand to get out of the deal. There are about a dozen couples in the club-aD around our ages and all attractive-and you can have your turn with each one of the guys while Bob has their wives. Groovy, hmm?"
Nancy just stared at her. It defied rational belief. She didn't believe such things as this really happened. And for Laura to pressure her this way simply compounded her astonishment.
But Nancy knew it was all happening. And she knew Laura would make good her threat to show the pictures to Bob if necessary. Having gone as far as she had, there was no reason to think she would not go the rest of the way.
It was monstrous!
Yet, in the back of her mind, there was the memory of all the pleasure she had received from Rex and Harv the afternoon before. A part of her wanted to forget it, but she knew she never would. What Laura was offering her now meant more of the same kind of pleasure. Did she want to reject that, even if she could?
"Come on." Laura touched her hand again. "Let me give you that massage, hmm? It will make you feel a million per cent better. Then we can start to make some more definite plans."
True to the pattern she had established the previous day, Nancy gave in. And this time it didn't take a single drop of booze.
Sliding out of her clothes in the presence of the other woman was easy for Nancy after what had happened in the motel the day before. Easy and exciting.
Again Nancy was doing something which she felt to be wrong and deliberately not heeding the small moral voice. Again she rationalized that she had to, but underneath she knew she was doing what she wanted to do because she wanted to do it.
She wanted to stretch out naked beneath Laura's ministering hands and feel the warmth and excitement which the other woman's kneading fingers could work into her muscles and sinews.
If she had any notion that something other than a massage would be involved, she carefully kept this from her own inner mind.
Her outward manner, even as she undressed, suggested that she was still upset over what Laura had told her and what Laura and Dave were trying to do. Laura's attitude remained friendly and patiently determined.
Now she stood beside the bed and puffed languidly on a cigarette as Nancy stood a short distance away and bent forward, breasts swinging, while she worked her stockings off her legs.
She was left in plain white nylon panties.
"Stretch out on your tummy," Laura directed, and turned to grind out her cigarette in an ash tray on top of the bureau.
Nancy obeyed, keeping her legs together and lying full-length. Her buttocks mounded up deliciously in her snug, opaque panties. Her thighs were lusciously full, her calves well curved.
Laura bent over her and began at her shoulders and upper back, working her fingertips gently against the pliant flesh. Nancy lay with her head turned to one side, her sunshine-colored hair spread out on the white pillow, and watched Laura dreamily as the soothing fingers gave her steadily mounting pleasure.
After a while she let her eyes fall closed, and Laura's massaging hands worked their way down her arms and over to the middle of her back, then to the small of her back, where Laura plucked up the elastic of Nancy's panties so she could massage the very sensitive lower back region. She folded the top of Nancy's panties over a couple of times, which gave her access to the beginnings of the pretty girl's buttock-swells. Her fingertips touched this area and began to massage.
Nancy squirmed involuntarily against the bed. Oh, Laura's fingers felt so good! And now it also felt good to rub her awakening pussy against the mattress.
She turned her head from one side to the other, her eyes remaining closed. Laura could tell by the slackening of her lips that the massage was getting through to Nancy's sexual center in a big way.
"How does that feel?" Laura asked, even though she already knew the answer.
"Mmmm ... wonderful," Nancy purred.
"Are you still mad at me?"
"Oh, nooo."
Laura slid Nancy's panties away.
The beautiful blonde was aware of what was happening, and knew that the removal of this brief flimsy garment wasn't necessary in order to complete the massage. Still, she didn't object. She even cooperated by lifting her hips.
As she drew the panties down Nancy's legs and took them off, Laura gazed up the pretty girl's thighs and enjoyed the exquisite softness where her legs and buttocks converged. She got just a glimpse of the adorable light-brown pussy, adorned with wispy blonde hair.
She began to massage Nancy's legs, first attending to her calves, then the backs of her knees, and finally her firm, tapering thighs. Laura worked her strong fingers against the responsive flesh, and every bit of pressure on a new area added to Nancy's pleasure.
It was wonderful to be treated this way. No man had ever caressed her so knowingly, so gently and yet so firmly at the same time. While there was implicit sex in Laura's actions, Nancy hadn't yet considered the possible consequences. She was enjoying the pleasure of the moment, without any thought as to where it might lead.
However, she was jarred out of this all-too-pleasant euphoria when Laura's possessive hands crept upward and surrounded her trembling, plump buttocks, taking hold to squeeze and knead those marvelous melon-like mounds of flesh.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Nancy demanded over her shoulder, her eyes wide open now.
"I'm still massaging you. You don't want me to stop, do you?"
"No, but ... don't do it there."
"Why not? It's such a lovely place."
She bent then and pressed her parted lips against the fullness of one white butt cheek, first sucking the pliant flesh into her mouth, then nibbling at it with the firm, straight edges of her teeth.
"Oooh, nooo...." Nancy moaned.
But now Laura's mouth moved to the other buttock, where she licked first, then kissed and sucked and bit.
Suddenly Nancy was afire from head to toe with sexual need. It had happened so quickly, she was amazed. What had been a soothingly pleasant and only vaguely erotic experience had turned into a matter of raw, basic sex.
But Nancy was with a woman, not a man. It was a woman's hands and mouth that were driving her wild with lust.
She couldn't let this happen! My God, she hadn't sunk that low!
However, the truth was that she had, if low it was. She could no more keep the situation from developing to its logical anticipated climax than she could keep the earth from taking its next turn.
Laura was hungrily feasting at her now, holding her by the hips and working her ravenous mouth against Nancy's buttocks and back and thighs and the hollows behind her knees. Nancy started to kick, but Laura took advantage of the motion of her legs to work those legs apart so that she could start kissing Nancy's silken inner thighs. She licked upward maddeningly, and a sinking sensation in the pit of Nancy's stomach told her that she was going to let Laura lick all the way to the hair-fringed goal.
This was Lesbianism, and Nancy was going to embrace it, even as she had embraced adultery the day before.
At college she had heard about girls doing it with girls and had smiled to herself (after she had gotten over the shock), because the mere idea seemed silly. How could a girl satisfy a girl? How could a girl feel any pleasure in another girl's attentions?
Now she was beginning to find out.
She squirmed and flopped about as Laura's maddening mouth neared the convergence of her thighs and buttocks. Nancy's legs were open, and Laura was holding them that way, keeping Nancy down at the same time, so there was nothing to prevent the predatory woman from going all the way if she so chose. And, of course, she would so choose. That's what this was all about, Nancy realized now.
She realized, also, that she wasn't going to try every hard to keep Laura from taking her as a dyke takes a-what did they call them? A femme?
Laura kissingly reached the very soft apex of Nancy's delicious thighs, and she hoisted Nancy's hips higher so that she could dig with seeking lips and lancing tongue right into the very center of Nancy's blonde honeypot.
Laura's tongue stroked in and out, and Nancy went wild. This was almost more than she could stand. But she wouldn't think of calling a halt to it. It was too wonderful!
She felt Laura's exquisitely torturing teeth as they nibbled all around the soft, moist rim of her pussy. Laura's entire head was in her crotch now, burrowing maddeningly. Her tongue found Nancy's quivering, tense clitoris and stroked it to an even higher state of tension.
Nancy gasped and clutched at the bedclothes, arching her back as much as she could. She twisted against the rapicious mouth which was giving her such pleasure.
Suddenly Laura raised her head and twisted the other woman deftly. Nancy flopped onto her back, her legs kicking openly in the air. Laura pounced atop her and immediately dug even deeper into the luscious cunt.
She kissed and sucked and wildly tongued the pink, juicy object of her lust as Nancy bicycled her smooth legs next to the aggressive woman's head. She gasped and moaned and felt herself nearing a sexual peak.
And with a woman! Imagine!
Of course, Nancy didn't take time at the moment to evaluate what this meant or even to consciously compare Laura's technique with that of Harv the day before. But she knew that what she was feeling now was wonderful, thrilling, and was about to give her great satisfaction.
She was drawing close. She arched herself more, and ground her sopping, throbbing vagina against Laura's marvelous mouth. Now ... now ... NOW!
Nancy came with blinding force that almost caused her to pass out. The suctioning mouth remained with her until her passion was completely spent, then she was vaguely aware that Laura was climbing off the bed.
Nancy kept her eyes closed. Her head was spinning.
Laura undressed as quickly as she could, and before Nancy could gather her senses, the worldly brunette was down on the bed with her again.
This time Laura crawled fully over her so that their bodies-both nude now-touched at every vital point: titty to titty, cunt to cunt. Laura squirmed, rubbing the tips of her breasts against Nancy's, rubbing her soft, steamy box against Nancy's. Her wet, sweetly flavored mouth found Nancy's too.
Laura clamped her lips to those of the other girl, and her tongue dipped into Nancy's oral cup of honey. It twisted and turned around Nancy's tongue and pumped in and out. The sensation was wild, and made even wilder by Nancy's realization that this was a woman kissing her.
The taste was altogether different than with a man-there was lipstick and something even sweeter. Oh, God, was she tasting some of the juice which Laura had previously drawn from her own inner core?
Even this didn't repel Nancy now.
Laura's lips were softer and gender than a man's-but hungrily demanding too. Her tongue was a slippery asp.
Her kisses moved down over Nancy's chin, along her neck, and to her breasts. "What adorable titties!" she heard Laura murmur just before the other woman sucked a pink-nippled crest into her mouth.
Nancy was definitely on the upward track again.
Her titty throbbed deeply within the wet warm wonder of Laura's loving mouth, and as Laura sucked at it and tongued its tingling tip, the most voluptuous sensations coursed through Nancy from head to toe. She moaned and twisted, rubbing her ass against the bed. Her legs opened and closed. Her cunt throbbed anew.
Laura's fingertips found the moist velvet cleft and tickled up and down it as her sucking mouth went from one of Nancy's tits to the other. Now two-no, three-fingers worked their way into Nancy's outer envelope, and the middle one went on to enter her slick inner slit while the first finger teased her clit.
"Oh, kiss me down there again!" Nancy heard herself crying. "Suck me!"
Laura happily obeyed, and this time she concentrated on Nancy's clitoris alone, taking it between her lips and rolling it, tugging at it, sucking it and nibbling it very gently with her teeth, occasionally blowing on it lightly.
Nancy squealed.
She surged to the top for the second time as Laura sucked and nibbled and rolled the little nub all at once, while her hand slid deep into Nancy's soft, dripping crotch and her middle finger extended up between Nancy's plump, satiny buttocks and poked into her puckery asshole.
Nancy climaxed, this time even more intensely than at first.
About all Nancy remembered of the conversation which took place afterward was Laura's promise that after she and Bob joined the swap club, there would be more opportunities for satisfaction such as this-not only with Laura but with the other female members, also.
"We're all switch-hitters," Laura said with a blithe smile.
Nancy remained dazed until after the other woman left. Then, as full awareness slowly returned, her attitude underwent a remarkable change.
She didn't feel guilt as she had before. Perhaps now the guilt had become too heavy for her to bear, so she simply rejected it. She wasn't wrong, Nancy assured herself stoutly. It was the world that was mixed up. The idea that everyone had to conform was silly. Why couldn't people have different kinds of experiences and enjoy them, so long as no one was really hurt by it?
And Bob, in Germany-maybe he was fucking Frauleins, as Laura had said.
This club of Laura's was going to open a new door for both of them. Now they would each be able to get all the pleasure they wanted, from anyone they wanted, and there wouldn't be any cheating or guilt involved.
Other people were doing it, so why couldn't they?
She refused to think about the possibility that Bob might be shocked at the idea of mate-swapping and, more specifically, the idea of some other man, or men, having her.
Having.
That meant something new to her now.
She had never had cunnilingus before, and in the last two days she had gotten this type of amorous attention from both a man and a woman. It was a sensual revelation! She'd had no idea what exquisite thrills a daring and talented mouth could impart.
She thought for the first time of using her own mouth on someone, as Harv and Laura had used their mouths on her. What would it be like? Would she enjoy it? Would she respond to the other person's enjoyment?
She wondered if Bob had ever made love to a girl that way and if he would respond wildly to that kind of lovemaking from her.
There were lots of things to think about now-lots of new, delightful, daring things.
In three days, her world had been turned upside-down.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Bob accepted the invitation to attend Herr Schroeder's party, he had thought it was to be a friendly get-together between members of his group from the United States and some businessmen who would prove to be valuable contacts in Germany. How wrong he was.
No German businessmen were invited, but there were plenty of German business girls. One for every American, as a matter-of-fact.
Bob had been missing Nancy a great deal, and not only in a spiritual sense. Each morning he had awakened with his penis rigidly erect, throbbing for enclosure in a warm and slippery cunt.
But there was no cunt for him to slip it into.
This was largely a matter of choice on his part, since commercial cunt was obviously easy to get in Frankfurt. He had spotted it on the streets and in the two or three bars he had visited. In one of the bars he had been solicited. But he had turned down all opportunities.
Nancy was the only girl he wanted, and since he couldn't have her cunt, he was determined to get along without any cunt at all.
But then he was invited to Herr Schroeder's party ... and a girl named Lisette did a dance.
Of course, a lot of liquor came first, accompanied by general merriment as the half-dozen lonesome Americans mingle-in a very relaxed way with the girls Herr Schroeder had invited. And Herr Schroeder knew his females-each of them was young and succulent and very eager to please. They were of a caliber which one might have expected to find in a beauty contest of a high-class chorus line in the United States. They certainly were well above the general run of American whores. They were even above the general run of German whores-and those girls Bob had ogled in the Frankfurt bars weren't bad.
The girl who fastened herself to him was an ash-blonde darling named Helga Borman. She spoke excellent English, laughed a lot with a wide sensual mouth, and in her brown eyes there was a promise of rich delight. The body which was packed into her low-cut, clinging gown offered everything a man could possibly want. Her hair was swept high atop her head in a fancy coiffure.
They drank together and danced to recorded music. She pressed her pneumatic curves against his firm, slender body, and Bob's peter itched. If he hadn't exerted his will, it probably would have stiffened out and poked against Helga.
Bob was just under thirty years old, tall and good-looking, with neat brown hair and warm friendly eyes to match.
All around him, the other men who were members of the Dolph Chemical team were enjoying themselves with their dates for the evening. Some were enjoying themselves a great deal. Bob caught glimpses of male hands sneaking down to cup curvaceous female buttocks and other male hands tweaking the tips of lightly clad titties. The girls didn't seem to mind in the least. In fact, they reacted in a positive way to this treatment, leaning closer and rubbing themselves against the men all the more.
Bob began to think about the possibility of laying Helga after the party was over. But he was only toying with the idea at this point. He didn't really intend to try to make her. That would be wrong. It would be cheating on Nancy, something he had never done.
Then Lisette appeared to perform her dance.
Herr Schroeder, a heavy-set, jovial man with slick black hair fringing a bald pate, invited the party-goers to place their chairs in a half-circle at one side of the room. A couple of the men pulled their girls down onto their laps, and others followed suit. Bob had little choice, because Helga literally pushed him backward into his chair and sat down atop him. Her warm, full thighs and soft bottom were a delight as they pressed against him.
Lisette was a gorgeous platinum blonde with the face of a nymphet. Her tall, slim, but voluptuously curved body showed great promise beneath a red lame dress that hugged it like a second skin.
Smiling warmly and with a saucy glint in her eyes, Lisette moved around the open part of the room in time to a slow and sensual instrumental number which Schroeder had put on the record player. She had to take short steps because the gown she wore was confining. However, this did not prove to be a problem for long.
She backed up to Schroeder, and the fat man obligingly opened the long zipper on the back of her gown. She stepped out of the red metallic cloth and was excitingly revealed in sheer stockings, red garter belt, filmy clinging red panties ... and no bra.
Her tits were inverted bowls of quivering white flesh, tipped by small reddish nipples, rigidly erect.
Bob's pecker fattened in his clothes and began to rise against the warm, soft pressure of Helga's ungirdled rear. She felt it right away and turned to smile down into his face. She also wiggled her ass just a little-enough to let him know that she knew he was aroused.
Some of the men made raucous comments. Lisette smiled and pranced slowly to the music, letting her tits quiver and bob. The front of her panties was transparent, making clear the fact that her pubis was completely shaved. The men could see her tempting little crack twisting in its V-shaped mound of fatty tissue, dramatized by the sheer red silk which covered it.
As Bob stared, his rod became very stiff indeed against Helga's bottom. She took his hand in hers and placed it between her stockinged knees.
He looked at her questioningly, and she answered him with her eyes: Feel me up.
Eagerly he slipped his hand upward between her legs. He surmounted the tops of her stockings and she parted her legs a little wider to grant him access to the delightful upper reaches of her thighs.
The flesh of her inner thighs was very warm and silken. To touch it made him tremble and caused his prick to throb in its strict confinement beneath Helga's ass. She twisted slightly, opening her legs even more. As Lisette continued to prance back and forth in front of him, shaking her lovely boobs and twisting her tail in the transparent panties, Bob's questing hand contacted the heated pouch of Helga's silken briefs.
At first, he just stroked up and down the panty crotch, and it was evident that Helga, unlike the girl who paraded in front of him, wasn't shaved. He could feel her mat of rather coarse curls on the other side of the clinging sleek fabric. He also could make out the shape of her puffy vaginal lips and the hot division between them.
His cock throbbed all the more.
His heart beat wildly in his throat.
Lisette now removed her panties and paraded in front of the crowd with nothing on but sheer sandy hose and a red garter belt. Her hairless pussy wiggled as she walked.
Unable to resist the impulse, Bob pulled the crotch of Helga's panties aside and touched her bare cunt.
"Oh, yes, honey," she murmured at his ear. "Stick your finger in."
Gently, he wiggled his middle finger into the soft, hair-lined groove, and he was pleased to discover that Helga was moist. (He didn't know that she was a Lesbian at heart and had been turned on by the beautiful blonde dancer, just as he had been.)
As he stroked his finger up and down inside her crack, she purred, "Oooh, how I wish that was your cock!"
Suddenly Bob froze, even as he burned with erotic arousal. What was this leading to? Had he gone too far to stop?
His finger stopped moving in Helga's cunt.
"What's the matter, baby-bee?" she murmured huskily. "Don't it feel good in there?"
"Yeah," he rasped. "It feels terrific."
She leaned forward and drew his head warmly against the twin round cushions of her bosom. "Let's do something about it," she invited in her soft, charming accent. She leaned closer yet and whispered right against his ear, "I want to screw."
Bob breathed hard, and his pecker twitched. He didn't say anything.
"What's the matter, bay-bee?" Helga challenged. "Don't you want to screw me?"
What could he say? His answer was already pressing against her ass.
So, as Lisette fell to her knees in the middle of the floor and leaned back, spreading her thighs wide and opening her gash so that the men could see into her moist, rosy core, Bob allowed Helga to lead him to an adjoining bedroom.
They had to pick their way past several writhing couples.. Girls' panties were being pulled off. Tits had been let out of gowns. It looked as if some of the couples were going to copulate right there on the floor.
The bedroom offered privacy for the moment.
Bob was very much aware of what he was doing to Nancy, but he made allowances for himself. He was far from home, alone, and painfully in need of sex. Anyway, he hadn't planned to cheat. He had, in fact, planned not to. But he had gotten roped into this crazy party, and that delectable shaved blonde had stripped right down to her buff ... then Helga had practically pulled him into her.
Of course, he wasn't actually in her yet, but he couldn't stop now. He was too excited. Also, it would make him look like a fairy if he didn't follow through.
So really he had no choice, and, therefore, what was about to happen couldn't be considered his fault.
It was a neat bit of rationalization which perfectly fitted his need and made it possible for him to go ahead and enjoy the rest of the evening heartily without being troubled by guilt.
Right after pulling the door closed, Helga removed her dress. Bob began to pull at his own clothes. Nothing had been said since they entered the room. Nothing had to be said. How many times did a beautiful young woman need to announce her eagerness to be laid?
She wore a black bra, cut low at the center so that the fullness of her squeezed-together breasts was revealed. Her garter belt also was black, and she wore it over a very small flesh-colored panty which clung to and perfectly out-lined the rich prize she carried between her legs. Her patch of curly hair was visible through the cloth.
Black stockings adorned legs which were delightfully curved. At their tops, where they were bare, her thighs were plump and soft, yet perfectly smooth.
Bob's cock urged him to move faster in removing his clothes.
Helga took her bra off, and her broad-nippled breasts swung in sensuous freedom. The little rounded buttons at the centers of her wide, pebbly aureoles were tense with excitement, which Bob presumed had been induced by his caressing a few minutes earlier.
Actually, Helga was still thinking about Lisette and what an exquisite baby-smooth body she had. As soon as she got through with this joker, she thought, she would get Herr Schroeder to introduce her to his lovely dancer.
She threw Bob a smile and proceeded to strip off her garter belt and hose. Just as she was finishing, Bob shucked down his knit briefs, and his naked rod bobbed upward, quivering with eagerness to sink itself into the luscious girl. The rosy tip of his pecker had broken through the skin which covered his peckerhead. Helga's gaze dropped to it with apparent eagerness.
"Lie down on the bed," she told him.
He complied, and she moved up to the side of the bed, where she stripped away her bikini panties, baring her hairy box. Bob's rod, standing upright as he lay on his back, jerked spasmodically.
With her eyes trained on this quivering monument to lust, Helga climbed onto the bed. She didn't touch him at first, just sat on her haunches, looking at the rigid shaft of his manhood all the while, as she loosened her elaborate coiffure and let her long ash-blonde hair swing free, cascading past her shoulders and halfway down her back.
Bob hardly dared to hope she would do what he most wanted her to do at the beginning, but he should have known this was one of the principal duties of a girl in her profession.
When she bent forward over his supine form, he caught his breath.
Her cool, soft hand surrounded the base of his throbbing, rigid erection. Then he felt her mouth. With her lips, she pushed back his foreskin, causing the entire raging head of his pecker to slip into her wet, warm, welcoming mouth.
She began to suck gently, moving her lips against his corona as her tongue swabbed the head of his cock, passing back and forth repeatedly across its super-sensitive tip.
Bob tightened from head to toes. He arched his back, shoving his shaft upward and into her mouth more deeply. He clenched his fists and growled in delight.
As she was working on him, the door opened and another couple stumbled drunkenly in. The man was Jerry Grant, one of Bob's co-workers. He let out a yell when he saw what was happening on the bed.
Bob gazed at him through glazed eyes and didn't say a thing. He was beyond embarrassment. There was no room in his sensual consciousness for anything except the rapturous sensation of Helga's talented lips and tongue moving on the swollen head of his prick.
The girl with Jerry, a cuddly little brunette, asked in heavily accented English, "You vant zat, baby?"
"Damned right!" was Jerry's husky reply.
Before Bob's eyes, the girl dropped to her knees, yanking down Jerry's trousers at the same time. She swung his erect tool out of his shorts and immediately wrapped her eager lips around the end of it.
"Man! Maaaan!" Jerry groaned passionately as she worked.
Helga's head was bobbing up and down on Bob's cock, and he had both hands entwined in her silken, tossing hair.
My God, he thought, I'm going to finish this way if she doesn't stop!
But he didn't want her to stop. He wanted her to keep working at him wildly until he just couldn't hold back for another moment, and he would fountain up into her mouth as she continued to suck and draw every last drop of juice from his loins.
Didn't she knew he was that close?
What would she think when it happened?
In spite of his uncertainty on this score, he couldn't force her away from him, and he couldn't say a thing except, "Uuuuh ... uuuuuuh ... uuuuhh!"
It was then that he let go, and the sensation was superb. He was only vaguely aware of watching Jerry standing with widely braced legs, his head thrown back and his hands clenched at his sides, as his girl pleasured him with her mouth. The sense of sight could hardly compete with his glorious sense of touch as Helga's warm, wet mouth clasped him rhythmically, her lips working at the ridge of his twitching dong while his lust-juice gushed forth into her throat.
She took it all, and, when she finally removed her mouth from him, Bob was exhausted and as inert as a sack of laundry. He was hardly aware that she got off the bed and moved to the adjoining bathroom. He no longer watched Jerry being serviced by the brunette.
Jerry's cries did penetrate his consciousness, however, and he was aware that Jerry had reached Nirvana, even as he had moments before.
This was far from being the end of the evening, however.
As soon as Helga returned, smiling, from the bathroom, she lay down beside Bob on the bed, while Jerry stood alone for the moment and undressed, looking shaky and dazed. The two men said nothing to each other.
Helga caressed Bob, and he took her loosely in his arms as Jerry's brunette returned. She was nude. She and Jerry took possession of the other twin bed.
Bob dreamily caressed Helga's hobbling tits and rubbed her erect rounded nipples as her hand teased his flaccid penis and his depleted balls. After a few moments, he leaned to her more aggressively and began to kiss her about the face and throat and breasts.
On the other bed, Jerry and his girl were caressing and murmuring to each other.
In less than fifteen minutes, Bob was atop Helga, and his resurrected cock was sliding into the warm, lubricated passageway of her loins. He stroked in and out of her twisting, bobbing cunt and, with each motion, his desire increased, producing an added hardness and swelling of his pecker.
Helga's wide thighs came up around him, and he humped her very vigorously.
He glanced to his side as he pumped, and there was the brunette playgirl crouched atop Jerry, wiggling and rotating her hips.
The tempo of Bob's motions increased even more, and he finished in a flurry of frantic plunges. The climax caught him in its horny grip and shook him from head to heels as Helga vibrated beneath him, her cunt muscles spasmodically clasping his twitching, spurting rod.
Jerry and his girl had already finished and were sitting up in bed, watching the culmination of Bob and Helga's show.
Then the four of them talked.
There was a bottle of liquor in the nightstand between the twin beds. Helga got that out and passed it around.
Before long, the two men changed partners, and, at the brunette's suggestion, they went at their woman dog fashion. The added excitement of this approach stiffened Bob to rock-hardness again, and it seemed to have the same effect on Jerry, because neither man experienced difficulty in linking with his girl from the rear.
Helga and the brunette (whose name Bob never knew; he wasn't even sure Jerry knew it) twisted their rear ends, rubbing their ample buttocks against the bellies of their lovers as the men's cocks pumped in and out of their clasping, wiggling pussies and the men's hands milked at the women's tits.
It was the wildest experience of Bob's life, and one he could hardly regret that evening. What man could have? But when morning came and he found himself alone in his hotel room once more, he took a different view of the whole affair.
This was natural, too.
He thought of Nancy, and he berated himself for having cheated on her. He felt he had to talk to her, though of course he had no intention of confessing what he had done.
He merely wanted to hear her voice and to pledge his love to her while he received her similar declaration in return.
This seemed very important to him right then. He placed the call from his bed.
CHAPTER SIX
Eight A.M. in Germany is two o'clock in the morning in the eastern zone of the United States.
Nancy was asleep when her husband's call jangled the extension phone beside her bed. On the third ring, the jarring sound finally penetrated her consciousness, and she sat up. Then, as she realized who the call was probably from, she lunged for the receiver.
"Hello!" she said eagerly.
"Mrs. Nancy Jordan?" It was an operator's voice.
"Yes. Yes. Put the call through."
"One moment, please."
The short delay was agonizing, then she heard Bob's voice. Though there was some distortion, his words came through almost as strongly as if he had been phoning from down the street.
"Honey? It's me."
"Oh, Bob! Darling! How are you? Tell me everything."
"Hey," he chuckled. "Easy. I can only say one thing at a time. How are you?"
"I'm all right. But that doesn't matter. What are you doing?"
This question, though apparently innocent in intent, twisted the knife of guilt which was already embedded within Bob.
Actually, the question was not quite as innocent as it had sounded. Nancy had just recalled Laura's statement about what Bob was likely to be doing with some German girls.
He forced a laugh. "Right now, I'm just waking up."
"Oh," she said, "is it morning there?"
"That's what the sun is trying to tell me. It's beating through the window like mad."
"Good heavens! It's the middle of the night here."
"Ooh, baby," he said sympathetically. "I woke you up then, didn't I? You know, I didn't even think about the time difference. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. Honey, you can wake me up any time, and you know it." She lowered her voice suggestively as she added, "Just as if you were right here beside me."
"So we're both in bed, hmm?"
"I guess." she gave a little nervous laugh.
"Damn, I wish it was the same bed," he blurted.
"So do I!" she said warmly. "Oh, Bob ... I miss you so much!"
"And I miss you, baby. I love you, hear?"
"I love you, too!"
There was a moment of silence during which each of them suffered pangs of conscience. Nancy suppressed hers with a bantering laugh and subconsciously turned her guilt around, still motivated by Laura's remark.
"Are you behaving yourself over there?" she asked.
Bob squirmed between the sheets. "Of course! Baby, I've been working my butt off. This isn't just beer and skittles, you know."
"Sure. I was only kidding."
"What are you doing? Dating any dashing, handsome men?"
Now it was Nancy's turn to squirm. Her hand, which was beneath the covers, stole involuntarily to her loins. She touched herself through the thin nightgown she wore.
"Bob! What a thing to say!"
"Okay." He chuckled again. "I'm sorry. Just remember I'm crazy about you, huh? And I'm thinking of you all the time."
You weren't thinking of her last night when you were screwing Helga and that other broad, his conscience reminded him painfully.
"Boy, if you knew how much I think of you!" Nancy said, her tone pitched low and her lips nearly brushing the receiver. "I'd give anything if you were with me right now. On me."
"Hey, baby ... we're on the phone," Bob cautioned huskily.
In spite of all the action he'd had last night, his rod was threatening to rise.
"Well, just remember it, anyway."
They chatted for another minute about what he'd been doing-legitimately, and about a couple of little problems which had arisen at home, also legitimate.
Finally they murmured good-byes to each other, transmitting kisses over the trans-Atlantic connection. With a sigh, Nancy hung up.
Then she found, to her dismay, that she was hung up.
Her pussy was throbbing against her hand, with only her ultra-sheer nightie between. Only two days before, she had gone the Lez route with Laura; and the day before that, she had been balled by Harv and Rex at the motel; yet she was in need again.
Bob was the lover she wanted most. Her vocal contact with him had brought this truth back to her with considerable impact.
But, alas, he was over three thousand miles away. There was an ocean between them.
Her hand slowly pulled up her nightgown, brushing it against her curly blonde pubic hairs. Now her nightie was above the golden triangular patch, and her hand quickly lit upon the burning mound. She stroked herself and thought of Bob. Her legs inched apart.
Nancy's fingertips caressed her slit up and down, causing it to tingle more. It became moist. A finger stole in between the pouting lips.
Oh, she didn't want to do this! She really didn't. But she needed something right now, and Bob was so very far away. What's more, it would be two weeks before he would be back.
"Bob ... darling...." she murmured in the lonely darkness, as she deepened the penetration of her needy cunt.
Her sex fountain was really flowing now, and blood had rushed into the lips of her pussy, causing them to puff outward slightly in anticipation. They wanted to feel the rigid thrust of Bob's penis.
But all Nancy could give them were her own fingers. She added a second finger to the job.
She fantasized as she began to stroke:
Bob was with her, leaning over her, baring her breasts (as she now bared them with her free hand), and he was kissing her as he fingered her nipples, teasing them into rigid arousal.
Nancy rolled a rich, ripe, rosy nipple between her fingers and plucked it upward, using it to shake the full, soft mound beneath, and she imagined that her pinching fingers were Bob's lips. She dug in a little with her fingernails now, making believe those were Bob's teeth.
All the while, she continued to slide two fingers in and out of her slit, working her excitement up to fever pitch.
Her need now willed that Bob should mount her, and in her fantasy he did exactly that. She moved her legs very far apart for him, and he crouched between them, preparing to sink his thrilling staff deep into her hungry hole.
She even asked him for it in her mind, using words rather stronger than she and Bob were accustomed to using together. Thanks to Laura and her friends, Nancy's vocabulary had undergone considerable broadening in the last few days.
She arched herself, begging for his blissful penetration, and in the sharp thrust of two fingers into her yawning chasm she received as much of an answer to her prayer as the circumstances permitted. She tried her best to imagine that those two fingers were Bob's probing prick.
They stroked in and out, up and down, rubbing her tingling love tip, and she ground her hips upward as her other hand continued to pull at her tits and roll them, treating them almost cruelly in her abject need.
She was getting there, and she could almost feel Bob's hot breath striking her ear. She could almost hear his coarse breathing. She could almost feel his weight heaving against her, his flanks brushing against her soft inner thighs as he pumped.
"Oh, Bob!" she said aloud. "Yes! Keep doing it! Oh, lover! Harder! Faster! Screw me!"
Her hand moved very fast. Her snatch pounded up to it. Finally she came, and she shuddered in release, her entire body was washed in warm satisfaction.
But the satisfaction was shallow and short-lived.
It wasn't Bob who had screwed her. Shamefully, she had screwed herself, and while perhaps this wasn't really bad, it was a mockery of what she wanted and what Nature decreed that a passionate young woman should have.
But hadn't her homosexual experience with Laura been a mockery too?
And what about the afternoon revel with Rex and Harv at the motel?
Oh, God, she was so confused!
Why had Bob been taken away from her, even for only three weeks? If he hadn't gone, none of this would have happened.
But, being entirely frank with herself, she couldn't regret her experiences with Laura and the men. Even now. She had learned so much that was new and thrilling.
And there was the club to think about-the fun she and Bob would have when they joined it.
She still wanted to join, and she had allowed Laura to convince her that this wouldn't shake her marriage. But everything, of course, depended upon Bob's willingness to go along.
Oh, why did the world have to be so complicated? Why did things which were good and pleasurable have to be forbidden by society ... and by husbands?
Why hadn't Bob ever gone down on her, damn it?
Why had she been forced to learn the excitement of oral lovemaking with someone else?
She lay awake and stared into the darkness.
So it was morning in Germany, was it? He was getting ready to leave his hotel and to go about his work for the day, attending meetings or whatever he had to do.
Well, there was one thing she could be grateful for-he had been sleeping alone, or he never would have called her from bed.
The more she thought about this, however, the more she wondered whether it was a reason for gratitude or apprehension. If indeed he was being faithful to her throughout his stay in Germany, what would his attitude be when she tried to talk him into joining the swappers' club? .
Maybe they couldn't join after all.
But there were those awful pictures....
Oh, God!
She would call Laura in the morning and see if the other woman wouldn't reconsider. After all, she wouldn't want Nancy and Bob in the club if it was against their will. What fun would they contribute?
But Laura had learned how easily Nancy could be persuaded to change her mind.
What an easy mark she had been!
She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow.
It was a perfectly awful thing, really, to wish deep down inside that one's husband had been unfaithful. In one way she didn't. But in another way, it seemed like the only solution to her problem.
She loved Bob very much. She couldn't doubt that, after the way she had felt when they were talking a little while ago. But her love had been less exclusive. There seemed to be room in it for each of them to have experiences on the outside, as long at those experiences were just for the pleasure of the moment.
There was no reason why the attachment between a husband and wife had to be weakened by relations with other sexual partners. Flesh was one thing; the mind and spirit were something else. If this wasn't so, why would she still be in love with Bob after having had sex with others?
Also, she had enjoyed Laura's ministrations to her body without entertaining any thoughts of love toward the other woman.
Yes, love was love, and sex was sex.
She would have to make Bob understand that.
In the meantime, she would have another talk with Laura in the morning.
Teasing thoughts of Laura's sex club and the experiences she would have as a member flitted through her mind, and along with them were thoughts about Bob and her love for him, their future together. The two things would have to prove compatible. Her happiness depended on it.
Though she wanted to go back to sleep, she remained wakeful. The treatment she had given herself with her hands hadn't really satisfied her sex desire, and this began to gnaw at her once more.
Two men, one after another-that had been the most! Talk about satisfaction! Also, she recalled the way Harv, and later Laura, had used their mouths on her. She wondered if any lesser treatment by anyone, even Bob, would ever truly satisfy her again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I heard from Bob last night," Nancy told Laura.
"Oh? What did he have to say?"
"That he's working his butt off. Those were his exact words. And that everything wasn't beer and skittles over there."
"Or pricks and pussies, either, I suppose he meant."
"Laura! My God, what if somebody's listening?"
"I hope they're at least twelve years old, or they might be confused."
"Well, don't talk that way on the phone. The point is, he's behaving himself."
"He said."
"Yes, and I believe him."
"Surely you wouldn't expect him to admit he'd been screwing around."
"I believe him, Laura! That's all I'm going to say on the subject."
"So is that why you called me up?"
"Yes. Well, not entirely. There's more. Since he has been behaving himself, there won't be any question of his wanting to join your club." Laura was silent.
"So I guess we'd better just forget about that," Nancy went on.
"Is that what you want-to forget about it?"
"Yes," Nancy said firmly. Laura laughed quickly.
"I mean it. I really do. Bob and I are happily married. I made a mistake the other day. Two mistakes," she added meaningfully. "I won't make that kind of mistake again."
"And ... the pictures?" Laura asked slowly.
"You wouldn't want Bob to see those, any more than I would, since they show you in bed with another man."
"One of them doesn't. Anyway, I'm not ashamed of what I do. Dave knows all about it."
"Still, I'm sure you wouldn't want the pictures floating around." Nancy believed, or at least hoped, that she was calling the other woman's bluff.
"Don't be too sure, darling. You know the value of advertising."
"Laura, that's vile!"
The other woman laughed.
"I mean it ... I'm not going to go through with this. If you do show those pictures to anybody, it will be for nothing. It will only end up embarrassing your husband at the office."
"I don't think so. Bob won't let the pictures get shown around the office."
"Well, anyway, remember what I said. The deal is completely off."
"Darling ... are you sure you want to commit yourself on that right now? You have another couple of weeks before Bob gets home, haven't you?"
"Yes."
"Then I'd advise you to reserve your judgment for at least a few days. A woman can get very lonesome in two weeks' time."
"Laura ... damn you!"
The other woman tsk'd, then said, "Maybe we hadn't better talk any more just now. You're much too confused."
"You wouldn't want Bob and me in that stupid club of yours if we hated you, would you?" Nancy demanded.
"You don't hate me, darling. And as for Bob ... I dare say his attitude is apt to be warmer than yours."
"Oh!" Nancy exploded, and she hung up the phone abruptly.
Well, that was it! That was really it. If there had been any lingering uncertainty in her mind, Laura's cocky attitude just now had dispeled it.
But there were still those awful pictures....
Nancy got up and began to pace the floor slowly, gnawing on the joint of her index finger in nervous contemplation.
At home, Laura sat for a while and gazed at the telephone. Then a slow smile came over her face.
If Nancy really meant it about not pressuring Bob to join the club, there would be another way to get the Jordans in. Laura could go to work on Bob herself.
The svelte dark-haired woman had a great deal of confidence in her sex appeal. And why not? It had proved itself many times, and not just in the distant past, either. Leaving Rex and Harv and the other members of the swap club out of it, Laura had demonstrated quite recently that she still had what it took to intrigue and seduce a man.
For instance....
About two weeks ago, when she was in town on one of her frequent shopping tours, she had taken time out for a bite of lunch. She went to one of the better restaurants, as usual, and took a booth. As she was eating, she noticed a handsome man at the counter.
He was tall and husky, built like a professional athlete.
She judged he was in his early thirties. He was alone, as she was.
From where he sat, he could see her by turning his head slightly to one side, and he had noticed her as he glanced casually around the place. But he hadn't tried to flirt with her.
Laura made up her mind on the spur of the moment that she wanted him.
She was like that, and always had been.
She began to stare at him and, sure enough, after a little while he looked her way again. This time their gazes caught and held for a few moments. She smiled ever so slightly and lowered her eyelids in a suggestive way.
The man got the message.
In less than a minute he was at the booth, introducing himself, and then naturally he was seated opposite her and they were chatting.
His name was Charley Springer and he was in public relations. Laura noticed that he wore a wedding band.
She was wearing her rings too, of course.
These symbols of matrimony didn't seem to bother either of them.
Charley was smooth. Without being crude about it or making her feel cheap, he let it be known that he could take the afternoon off, and he suggested that if she had some free time, they might proceed to amuse each other at an appropriate place.
She agreed, and they went to a motel together.
Charley was really turned-on for her, and this gave her a great deal of satisfaction. In fact, there was almost as much of a thrill to that part of it as there was to the physical contact itself.
He insisted on stripping her-taking off every stitch of her clothing with his own hot hands, which he did before he so much as removed his tie.
Laura's physical arousal increased in direct proportion to the decrease in her clothing and the increasing intimacy of Charley's touch. His big, hairy hands drove her wild as they worked on the erogenous areas of her body.
For instance, as he released her bra hooks and slid his hands to her front, running them up underneath the slack cups and directly onto her tautly upstanding tits, her knees went a little weak, and she shuddered pleasurably.
He worked her boobs like a master, kneading gently but firmly as he looked her right in the eyes. Her small nipples rose to substantial thickness and thrust They burrowed into his caressing palms.
Still, he hadn't seen her breasts, as her bra was hanging on top of his massaging hands.
"Your knockers are tight as a high school girl's," he told her with a wide-lipped smile.
She was pleased, of course, but she asked him, "How many high school girls' bras have you gotten into lately?"
"None lately. But I remember how it was. Most women in the middle twenties have tits that sag, at least a little. That isn't necessarily bad," he said, still rubbing them between his fingers and rotating them gently on her chest, "but it's nice to get hold of a pair of tight jobs every now and again."
"It's because they're small," Laura said, still looking deeply into his warm, sensual eyes.
"Not altogether. My wife has small ones, but they're kind of mushy."
"Is she about my age?"
"I'd say so. She's twenty-five."
This pleased Laura also, because he had underestimated her age by three years, assuming, of course, that he was being frank. And he seemed like the frank type.
"Don't you want to see them?" Laura asked.
"Sure! Take the bra away."
Laura drew it away from his manipulating hands, which were making her hot now. The breasts he was kneading were vibrantly athrob, and her loins were starting to simmer.
He looked down appreciatively at the stiff red nipples which stuck out and slightly upward within die circles formed by his curled thumbs and index fingers.
"Mmmmmm," he said. "Just right for sucking."
With that, he bent forward and served a straining, passion-gorged nipple to his hungry lips. He drew it in moistly, using his lips and tongue, and went to work on it with the same combination of gentleness and firm command he had demonstrated when he began to knead her boobs.
Laura sighed and caressed the back of his head as he suckled at her tit. He kept his hand around the base of the little boob and used it to wiggle the nipple in his mouth as he tongued it and bit the aureole lightly with his teeth. At the same time, he kept fondling her other knob.
Now his mouth changed titties. The first nipple hopped tautly away, gleaming with the moisture of his saliva, and he wrapped up its twin. His mouth brought great warmth and excitement to it.
Laura was very worked up by this time, and she ran a hand down between them to rub the front of his trousers.
He wasn't even up!
He had been playing with her knockers for several minutes, and now was sucking them, yet his tool wasn't responding.
She rubbed him harder through his pants, but even this had no tangible effect. His penis was good-sized, but it remained soft.
Laura zipped open his fly and snaked her hand into his pants and shorts. She drew out his dong. The damned thing more than filled her hand even when it was relaxed. It had skin over its head, and she pushed the skin back so that she could tease the sensitive knob with her tickling fingertips and rotating palm.
Still nothing happened, except that he groaned as he pulled with slightly greater urgency at her now huge and throbbing nipple.
My God, what's the matter with him? she wondered.
She began to fear he was impotent and had picked her up in the hope that strange stuff might turn him on.
She let his large peter swing free of her grasp and gripped his arms, pushing him back and forcing him to dislodge his moist connection with her breast.
He looked at her inquisitively, a slight smile on his face. He read her disapproving gaze and interpreted it correctly.
"Don't worry," he chuckled, "I'll be hard as an iron bar when I want to be."
"But ... don't you want to be now?"
"No. I'm not ready to stick it in you yet."
"But doesn't a man just automatically get stiff when he's excited? Don't I excite you?"
"Sure you excite me, baby. But I don't let my tool stand up until I'm ready to use it. That way I can use it longer." He smiled. "It's simply a matter of controlling one's physical responses. Most any man could do it if he trained himself, I think."
"I've never heard of it before. All the men I ever went with got hard when they started to play with me. And they seemed to like it that way."
"I know. It's natural for a man to want to work his rocks off in a hurry. It's also natural to eat your food raw and to run around without clothes. But man has learned that certain refinements make life more interesting and pleasurable. This is a refinement I've worked out for myself."
Laura was still skeptical, and her expression showed it. A wicked smile-slowly stole over her face. "I'll bet I can make you hard whenever I really want to, whether you want to get hard or not."
"Oh? And just how do you propose to accomplish that?"
She said pertly, "By giving you a blow job, of course."
He laughed. "You women! You think every man in the world is wild to stick his pecker in your mouths. I don't care much for fellatio, really. As far as I'm concerned, a long, vigorous screwing is life's most pleasurable activity."
"I agree, but the other makes for stimulating foreplay."
"Okay, try it," he challenged, his eyes twinkling. "I'll stay as soft as I am right now."
She searched his gaze to try to determine whether hs really believed he had such control. His confidence seemed genuine.
"It's a deal," she said finally, "but both of us have to get completely nude first."
"That's fine with me," he replied.
Dropping quickly to one knee, he wrapped his hands around her naked butt and pulled her toward him so that he could lick her lean belly. She couldn't understand how he could remain so calm, at least in his sexual region, while passion raged through her. She felt moisture seeping out of her crack, and she had no doubt that he could smell her need, kneeling right in front of her as he was.
"Just to show you I have nothing against oral sex in either direction...." he said, and left the sentence hanging as he bent to her loins, turning his head to the side a little.
His thumbs opened the lips of her vulva, which she had made as accessible as possible for him by spreading her legs and arching her back.
"You're excited, aren't you?" he said as he gazed at her rosy, flooded cavern.
"What do you think, damn it?" she replied raspingly.
He chuckled in a self-satisifed way, then pressed his mouth to her vaginal lips and ran his tongue into her as far as it would go.
"Jesus!" she cried, and gripped the back of his head.
His sizzling tongue stroked in and out of her and swabbed all around. He ran it up to her clit and massaged that into extremely rigid, almost maddening, arousal. Then he clamped his lips more firmly onto her and sucked as he kept tonguing.
It was wonderful technique, and in addition to stimulating her a great deal in a physical sense, it dispeled any lingering doubt about his regard for her body. No man treated a woman this way unless he considered her very desirable indeed.
As he administered the cunnilingus, he gripped her hard little buttocks, twisting and turning her and kneading the satiny mounds. His fingertips entered her rear crack and stimulated her that way.
She was about to go up in flames when he straightened his neck and removed his hands from her bottom. She mewed in disappointment, though actually she was glad he hadn't finished her that way. She hadn't been looking down at him while he pleasured her. Her head had been tilted back, and her eyes were tightly closed. Now she looked ... damned if his peter wasn't just as soft as before.
"Charley!" she cried. "You're not human!"
He laughed as he got to his feet and slowly began to remove his clothes.
He had a magnificent body in every respect. She complimented him on it and inquired how he kept it in such excellent condition. He told her he worked out every day and had been a football player during his college days. "I didn't go the pro route, though," he added. "Those guys run too much risk of getting seriously hurt."
"Softy!" she accused, and the twinkle in her eyes told him she meant it two ways.
"You'll call me 'Stud' before we're through," he said confidently.
"I hope so."
Nude, he lay down on the bed, and Laura sat on its edge. She bent over him in such a way that he could watch what she was doing.
First she massaged his balls.
She got her soft, slim hand deep down in his hairy crotch and rubbed the sac which contained his testicles. It was as soft as his cock ... and also large. She gently rubbed the sac all over, gazing at his penis as she did so. Charley was watching her, but his organ didn't stiffen.
She pinched the soft peter between thumb and finger and shoved back the foreskin again. The head of his penis was well-formed and pleasingly pink. It was scrupulously clean.
Laura bent and puckered her lips. She kissed the slitted opening at the tip of his organ. It didn't stir.
She protruded her tongue and licked the head all over.
"Mmmmmm," Charley said, but his tool didn't change in the least.
Angered and all the more determined to prove what she could do to his mind-over-matter contention, Laura opened her mouth wide and gobbled up as much of his soft but large peter as she could hold. She worked her lips and tongue and though he still didn't stiffen, she detected the slightly piquant taste of a lubricating secretion.
So he was excited to some extent!
She kept sucking and rolling her tongue about his peckerhead. Still nothing happened. Finally she was forced to let him go and straighten up.
"You're sick!" she said angrily. "There's something really the matter with you."
"Oh, is there?" His eyes twinkled. "Lie down beside me.
She looked at him for a moment, then climbed across his recumbent form and complied.
"On your back," he directed as he sat up.
She drew her knees up and parted them. He gazed at her open cunt.
"Beautiful," he murmured, then sprang to a crouching position between her knees.
He bent and quickly pulled at a nipple as two of his fingers entered her sopping chasm. He teased her expertly in there and kissed her other tit.
"Ready?" he asked as he raised his head."
"Damn you, do you have to ask?"
"All right," he grinned. "Now look at my cock."
She twisted slightly so she could see it. Amazingly ... shockingly, even a little frighteningly, it abruptly stiffened out and rose. The transformation took only about four seconds, and it assumed magnificent proportions, the head growing into a huge, red, throbbing thing. The shaft quivered and became bone hard, angling sharply out and upward from his thick bush. She noticed that his scrotum had also tightened up.
"Good God!" Laura exclaimed.
"There you are," he said with a husky little chuckle. "A spike for milday."
"Ooh, yes! And does your lady need it!" She grabbed it and shivered at its thick, tremendous rigidity. "Come on," she pleaded urgently. "Drive it in!"
He positioned himself on wide-spaced elbows and dug his hands underneath her rump. Grasping a smooth tight buttock in each palm, he elevated her slightly.
She could feel her pussy lips quivering. They could hardly wait for his penetration.
Out of her head with lust, she screamed lewdly, "Oh, Jesus, screw me! Screw me! SCREW ME!"
He drove his huge, hard cock deeply into her clasping, wet vagina.
"Ooh, yes!" she yelled. "Jesus Christ!"
He pulled back quickly, nearly slipping out.
"Oooooh," she moaned.
He came powering in again, even harder this time, but she was so wet and open that he couldn't hurt her, and he sank nearly to his balls.
She squealed raucously, clamped her slim legs over his back, and began to move her box every way at once. Charley pumped in and out of her vigorously, sinking just a little deeper each time. She was so wet, their converging organs made a slopping, sucking sound as they pumped.
"Oh, man!" Laura cried. "Do it! Do it! Screw me like hell!"
He did just that for fifteen minutes, non-stop, and she climaxed breathlessly three times before he finally drove very deep and stayed there, jerking and spurting into her womb. She got her fourth climax then-and passed out.
When she awoke a few seconds later, he was lying on his back beside her. She stirred, and he propped himself up on an elbow to smile down at her solicitously.
"Are you all right?" he asked, as if he was sure she was.
"Ooooh ... better than all right. I'm perfect. Lover, you sure socked it to me!"
"You inspired me a great deal. Any complaints about the equipment?"
"God, no! It's the best I've ever seen ... or felt."
So, all in all, it had been a highly rewarding experience for Laura. She had once more proved her power to attract and, yes, "inspire" a very desirable man, and she had gotten herself screwed royally.
Her next few times with Dave and members of their club were a little disappointing. Their rods just didn't measure up, either in size or endurance. That was one of the reasons she was so anxious to recruit Bob Jordan as a member. If what Dave had said was correct, Bob's equipment was something like Charley's, and she wanted to be able to have the use of it regularly. The only practical way to manage that was through club membership for both Bob and Nancy.
So, one way or another, it was going to have to be arranged.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nancy tried her best to hold out until Bob came home.
But after two years of steady screwing, she found she couldn't get along without it, considering the fact that it was as close as a telephone call to Laura.
She made the call.
Laura's attitude was deliberately aloof, though inside she experienced a surge of pleasure.
"Well, hello, Nancy," she said, as if greeting a casual acquaintance. "We haven't had a talk for quite a while."
Nancy tried to be casual too, but she didn't succeed so well. "It's been about a week. Laura ... I was wondering...."
"Yes, darling?" (The "darling" was delivered in a tone which gave it no greater meaning than "ma'am" would have had.)
Nancy swallowed hard. She tried to be blithe, but the tension in her voice betrayed her. "Well ... are you having any fun?"
"Lots."
There was an awkward silence. "Bob isn't home yet and...."
"I know."
"I was wondering ... well, maybe we ought to get together."
"I'm all for that," Laura said, letting her voice warm up a little.
"When?" Nancy blurted.
The other woman laughed melodiously. Nancy could have killed her at that moment.
Now Laura assumed a confidential and even sympathetic tone. "Would you like to go to a party tonight?"
"Yes," Nancy said so softly it could scarcely be heard.
"All right, Dave and I will pick you up about eight. It happens that the bash is on the other side of town, so we'll be going your way."
(The truth was that no bash was set for that night, but Laura knew she would have no trouble getting Rex and his wife to host one. They were always ready to swing ... especially his wife, Tracy. As strong a swinger as Rex was, she had him beat-hands down.)
"This is a ... club party?" Nancy asked.
"That's right."
"And I can come ... alone?"
"Oh, sure. We'll find a way to work things out, don't worry."
"Laura, this still doesn't mean Bob and I are going to join."
"Let's not worry about that right now, shall we?"
"But I want it understood."
"Anything you say, Nancy. See how sweet I am today?"
"Yes, you're very sweet, Laura. Thank you."
"See you tonight," Laura said gaily, and hung up.
Nancy felt ashamed. It was almost as if she were a drug addict begging for a fix. She carried the analogy a little further, thinking of the erect male penis as a hypodermic.
Oh, God! She was low and evil. How could she have sunk to such a state?
That evening, as the time approached for Laura and Dave to pick her up, the sense of shame had largely left her. She was filled with wild excitement now. It bubbled through her veins. She absolutely refused to think about Bob or that this evening's date was likely to place her more deeply in Laura's clutches.
She had to have sex, damn it!
Her own hand wouldn't suffice for even one more night. If she didn't get a man's cock where it belonged, she would go out of her mind.
How did an old maid manage? she wondered.
Well, of course, not all women were the same. Also, if Nancy hadn't been accustomed to getting it from Bob just about every night for two years, she could have withstood the craving too. In fact, she wouldn't have had the kind of craving she had now. Sex got to be a habit, like smoking or booze or anything else.
She wondered, as she got dressed, what her lover of that evening would be like.
Would it be Dave? Laura had remarked that Dave wanted her. She hoped it wouldn't be he. The truth was, she didn't care for Dave very much. Also, he was too close to Bob.
But it was silly to worry about that, wasn't it, after the way she had screwed around with Laura.
She was beginning to think like Laura, she realized with a shock. Sex was no longer "making love." Now it was "screwing" or "screwing around." She recalled with a touch of chagrin that she had said that word to Harv, but of course it had been in the heat of passion. In the past she had been moved once or twice to use the word when she was in bed with Bob, but she hadn't done so because she was afraid he would be shocked.
Oh, well ... what did words really matter? Sexual intercourse and screwing were one and the same thing. If the former term was acceptable in polite society and even in newspapers and on TV, why couldn't the latter term be used? She supposed it wouldn't be too long before actors and actresses were even saying "fuck" on television, and nobody would think anything about it. It was really only a matter of style or taste, and some famous man had once said that in matters of taste there was no basis for argument. In other words, it was a question of arbitrary preference.
My, wasn't she getting philosophical all of a sudden!
Laura and Dave were in a festive mood when they picked her up.
Because she thought it was the thing to do, Nancy suggested that they all have a drink before they left her place. The Wallaces, of course, accepted the offer.
The three of them sat in the living room and chatted as they sipped. Nancy noted that Dave was looking at her very warmly, and right from the beginning his manner of speech was suggestive. He had never talked to her that way before, but on those occasions Bob had been present. Also, Laura had no doubt told her husband about the times she and Nancy had been together.
Dave had selected a chair opposite hers. Nancy was wearing a snug-fitting cocktail dress that had a short skirt-not quite mini, but almost. Now she tugged at it as Dave's gaze warmly burrowed up her thighs. She wondered how much he could see: Stocking tops? Garters? Bare flesh? Surely not the crotch of her panties....
"Well, Nan," he said, calling her by a name she didn't like (but, of course, he didn't know this), "what do you hear from Bob? Is he having a ball over there with the crauts?"
"He says not," she returned with a smile. "He claims he's working hard."
"Yeah. Hard." His tone gave it a special meaning, and he laughed. As if afraid that he hadn't made his point, he added, "I'll bet he's hard at work every night! Man, some of those German girls are something else. Take Elke Sommer, for instance."
"And wouldn't you like to," his wife responded with a wise smile.
"Damned right!"
Nancy colored a little. She still hadn't overcome that habit, and it annoyed her.
"I tried my best to get the company to include me on that European jaunt," Dave said, and added with a straight face, "but they said they couldn't get along without me here."
"Horseshit," Laura told him. "You just don't rate like Bob."
Nancy knew that wasn't so. Dave occupied a more important position than her husband. It was just that the German project happened to involve one of Bob's specialties, and that was why he had been included in the team that went abroad.
"I have to admit Bob's well thought of in the company," Dave said, taking a sip of his drink. His eyes glowed as he lowered the glass. "And not just by the brass, either. The other night I was dating one of the girls in the stenographic pool, and she told me she gets itchy between the legs every time Bob walks by."
Nancy colored more and forced a smile as she looked down.
"Dave, you're embarrassing her," Laura warned. But she, of course, was perfectly willing for him to go on. This line of talk, they both believed, would help bring Nancy-and, through her, Bob-around to their way of looking at life and sex.
"No reason to be embarrassed," Dave said. "A girl ought to be proud if she's married to a man who makes other girls' pussies tingle. Especially when she has the same effect on the anatomy of males."
"Please," Nancy said, still averting her eyes.
"Well, you and Bob are a pair of beautiful people, Nan," he went on. "And beautiful people just naturally arouse others. Laura and I can hardly wait for the two of you to become members of our club. I know we speak for the other club members, too-or at least we would if they knew you. I understand Rex and Harvey did some raving."
Nancy felt panic. Momentarily she was sorry she had told Laura that she wanted to go out tonight.
Laura was confirming Dave's statement. "The boys both said Nancy was the sweetest piece of femininity they had come across in quite a while. Incidentally, we're going to Rex's home tonight."
"Oh?" She managed to sound reasonably casual about it.
"You'll get a chance to meet his wife, and there'll be at least one other couple there."
With an embarrassed smile, Nancy said, "I'm going to feel like a fifth wheel, I'm afraid."
"We won't let you feel like that," Dave said. He set his glass down on the coffee table and stood. "Well, kids, shall we be going?"
Laura agreed.
It was too late now for Nancy to back out, assuming she really wanted to ... which she didn't.
Rex and Tracy Packard lived in a smart suburban apartment. It was located in one of the new large developments and was as spacious as a single house. It also offered the same advantages of privacy, since it was completely soundproofed and had its own sundeck, which was shielded from view from the other apartments and the street.
Tracy Packard was a breathtakingly beautiful woman. A vivid natural brunette, she wore her hair long. Now it was wrapped about her head in a fancy do. She was tall, had perfect legs and a figure which was not large-proportioned but exquisitely symmetrical.
The other couple was already there. Their names were Art and Helen Vaughn. He was short and had a thin face with a little dark mustache. She also was on the short side and rather plump-though pleasingly so, as the phrase goes. She had bigger tits than Tracy, but Helen's didn't match Nancy's. Helen was the hippiest girl at the party, however. Her beautifully rounded ass was sheathed in a snug skirt which clung so closely that the slightest shimmy was communicated to every observer.
The hi-fi was blasting, and it was obvious that the Packards and Vaughns had already been hitting the sauce rather strongly. Rex's greeting to the Wallaces and Nancy was that they had better each have a pair of doubles right away to catch up.
He went to the bar to pour, and Nancy surprised herself by not objecting to a double shot. The truth was that she needed to feel more relaxed, and she knew from experience that liquor would help her along that line.
Everyone was very friendly, but the men had hot eyes whenever they looked her way. It was clear from the beginning that she was what might be called the guest of honor. In other words, every man was hoping to screw her before the evening was over. Perhaps some of the women wanted to make out with her too, but if they did, they didn't show it ... yet.
Of all the men present, Nancy liked Rex the best, but she was afraid that at this type of party no one got any choice. Or, at least, she wouldn't get her choice. The choice was apt to go to whomever grabbed it, and all the man looked like good grabbers.
She felt a little like a fox surrounded by baying hounds.
She finished her first drink quickly and accepted a second double.
As the conversation crackled back and forth and Helen danced with Rex, Nancy wondered consciously for the first time whether the sex bouts that evening would all go on in the same room or whether the various couples would have rooms to themselves. She assured herself that she wanted privacy, but she had a subconscious yen to copulate in the presence of all the others.
Art invited her to dance, and she accepted.
Dave paired off with Tracy.
As they moved about the living room to a conventional fox trot, Nancy felt the liquor hit her with full force. She swayed against Art. He chuckled and gripped her more tightly. Suddenly she felt his cock stirring against her belly. He kept it from rising all the way, but it definitely was interested in the feminine package he was holding in his arms-namely, her.
Glancing at Dave and Tracy, Nancy noted that Dave's hands had slid all the way down her back and were cupping her rather small but pert buttocks through her dress.
When she glanced at Rex and Helen, that view was even more shocking. He had worked a hand up underneath her short skirt, displaying her stocking tops, and it was apparent that his hand was moving at the juncture of her thighs, evidently with only her panties between his hand and this very intimate portion of her anatomy.
The party had already turned wild.
It became wilder.
Much wilder!
Everyone was drunk, or so close to it that it would have taken an M.D. (or perhaps a semanticist) to tell who was and who wasn't.
Dirty stories filled the air. Everyone seemed intent upon trying to top the others in sheer vulgarity. Gutter language prevailed.
Nancy had reached the stage of intoxication at which she was more stimulated than repelled by this, even though she didn't offer any stories herself. The truth was, she didn't know any that were sufficiently raunchy ... except the ones Harv and Rex had related on the motel date, and she couldn't toss those back at them. Of course, she wouldn't have done so, anyway. She might enjoy listening to them, but she wasn't yet up to telling one that was really wild.
She was still mildly shocked to hear the wives use dirty words as freely as the men. But the shock was rapidly fading. How many times could one gasp over a cock or a cunt, even when dropped from a lady's lips?
The Packards had a pornographic film which they brought out. The screen and projector were hastily set up, and everyone found a place to sit. The living room lights were doused.
The film was really hard-core stuff.
It featured a busty blonde portraying a housewife, and a fantastically proportioned male who played the part of a door-to-door salesman. The woman was only half-dressed when she answered the door, and she soon slid out of what clothes she had-with his help, of course. Then he stripped off his own clothing and revealed a dingus which must have measured over eight inches in length. Perhaps it was closer to ten.
The women whooped when they saw it, and Helen quipped, "Jesus, Art, that's bigger than yours!"
"It's bigger than anybody's," Art snapped back. "That guy isn't a human being, he's a goddamn horse!"
Before the salesman took the housewife in the conventional way, they took turns in going down on each other. The camera came in so close, and the print was so clear and well projected, that they could see the saliva dribbling down the blonde's chin as she licked the man's peckerhead.
Nancy was seated next to Dave, and when this sequence came on, he reached over and placed his hand in her lap. She didn't push it away, so he took her other hand in his and carried it to his own lap. His cock was erect, of course.
The film had made Nancy hot. She became even hotter as she felt Dave's stiff pecker through his clothes and he dug down between her thighs to feel her burning flesh through her clothes.
But not for long.
When the salesman went down on the housewife, lapping eagerly into her lavish cunt, Dave pulled Nancy's skirt and slip lap-high in the darkness and worked his hand underneath the elasticized nylon of her panties.
Strangely, she seemed incapable of stopping him. Or perhaps it wasn't so strange, considering that she needed sex very badly. Her state of extreme lubrication proved this.
Dave fingered her heated sex-swamp, and she became even more excited. She was nearly beside herself with lust. The projected motion picture images swam before her eyes. Blindly in the darkness she clawed for the way into Dave's pants.
He helped her free her stiff organ, and her eager hand moved on it.
The housewife on the screen took a recumbent pose, and the salesman mounted her. He tilted his massive rod to her yawning crevice and drove it in. After this, the screen showed a close-up of her mouth, which was wide open as she cried out; then there was her writhing body, her bobbing tits.
Nancy wanted what that housewife was getting.
She wanted it immediately.
Dave's fingers, stroking in and out of her vagina, weren't doing nearly enough for her. Anyway, sitting down as she was, she couldn't move freely and give herself over to passion.
The salesman pulled his rod out of the housewife and made her get up on her hands and knees. He approached her prominent, big-cheeked ass.
Nancy heard herself whisper hoarsely, "Let's go into the other room."
Dave replied, "Why do that? The film has a long time to run. Slide down onto the carpet."
"But ... the others...." Nancy whispered helplessly. "They won't notice. They're all watching the screen." She gave in. She had to.
She slid to the floor, pulling her dress and slip up. Dave dropped to his knees and gripped the elastic top of her panties. In one quick motion, as she raised her rump, he pulled the pants completely off her.
She parted her thighs and he sprang between them, letting down his trousers and shorts.
He took half a minute to work the top of her dress down and open her strapless bra. The room was so dark that he couldn't fully appreciate the beauty of the breasts he had uncovered, but he felt them all over and rolled them back and forth, their stiff nipples pricking his palms. This gave him a good idea of their quality and stimulated Nancy to an even higher pitch.
"Hurry ...!" she breathed.
She couldn't tell, from where she lay, whether anyone else was paying attention to what she and Dave were doing. The truth was that they all had been expecting him to make this move, and they had been casting sidelong glances in that direction during the entire screening of the film.
Now they were all straining their eyes to try to make out What was going on on the floor.
Dave covered Nancy with his body. His rod easily found its way into her molten depths.
"Oh!" she exclaimed.
"Good?" he rasped.
"Do it!" she demanded.
Happily he began to stroke in and out of her cunt. She moved very actively right from the first. He began to hump faster than he normally would have. Her bare buttocks slapped against the carpet as his cock vigorously caressed her clinging slick membranes and titillated the tense tip at the top of her split.
Suddenly the lights went on, and Nancy saw faces looking down at her.
God! she thought. Oh, my God!
But she kept moving her pelvis. She couldn't stop now. She closed her eyes and moaned harshly.
The party-goers who were gathered around murmured in rapture at the spectacle which, since it was in the flesh right before them, was so much more exciting than what they had just witnessed on the screen.
But they couldn't remain spectators for long. Their excitement had become too intense.
Someone gave the signal, and chairs were pushed back, clearing a wide area of the room. Clothes were thrown off. Couples began sliding to the floor.
Nancy climaxed shudderingly as Dave continued to stroke. She opened her eyes and took in the scene around her. A full-fl-edged orgy was in progress.
Beautiful brunette Tracy was on her back close to Nancy. Bending over her was Helen's husband, Art. Her dress and bra were gone, revealing her dainty, reddish-nippled tits. She wore a red garter belt, a bikini panty with red and white stripes, and black ultra-sheer hose. Art, in boxer shorts with little pink hearts all over them, was planting quick Kisses on all the exposed portions of her body. She smiled and writhed pleasurably. When she saw that Nancy was watching her, she made a little motion with her fingers and murmured, "Hi."
Laura had stripped herself totally nude and was standing above Art and Tracy, watching them.
Helen and Tracy's husband, Rex, were embracing on the floor behind Laura. They were removing each other's clothing piece by piece as they kissed and petted.
Nancy's shock and shame vanished and a pleasurable flood of warmth took its place-warmth which was greater than that prompted by her physical release. Now she was wholly released mentally as well as physically.
Dave was still stroking in and out of her, and she gripped his clothed back with her hands and raised her stockinged legs to wrap them around him. She began to move her hips once more, counter to his thrusts.
Dave couldn't hold back to carry her to a second climax. Especially now, with the lights on, when he could see her luscious tits shaking and watch the passionate contortions of her pretty face. He finished, driving his phallus deep and shuddering as his semen ejected.
Nancy moaned in distress.
Her trouble was perceived by Art as he raised his lips from Tracy. Even as Dave remained atop Nancy, relaxing in the afterglow, Art began to kiss her.
First he ran his darting tongue up her arm, then browsed about her shoulders. She moaned again, pleasurably this time. Art shouldered Dave a bit to one side and took manual possession of her beautiful breasts. He murmured something as he looked at the luscious nipples, which were still stiff, then he dropped his suctioning mouth around one of them. New thrills careened through Nancy.
She wasn't aware, having closed her eyes, that Laura had sunk to the carpet with Tracy and that the two brunettes were rolling and rubbing their bodies together as Laura slid Tracy's pants away.
Rex had now swung Helen atop him. She was naked except for her white garter belt and beige stockings. She lay full-length atop him, his rod sandwiched between their bellies, as he stroked her full upper thighs and the rich rondures of her bottom.
Art gradually supplanted Dave atop Nancy, continuing to kiss and pet her all the time. He relieved her of the rest of her clothing. As he slid her stockings away, he licked her lovely legs from the tops of her thighs to her toes and back.
When Art assumed copulating position, Dave snuggled close at her side and drew one of her nipples into his mouth. Art's rigidly erect member slid into her wet and quivering cunt, filling her magnificently for the second time that night. He began to pump, and she lifted her legs about him.
As she started to move her pelvis, she was startled to feel a mouth take possession of her other nipple. She turned her head to look and discovered that the mouth belonged to Laura.
While Laura sucked Nancy's tit, her hand stroked Tracy's pussy.
Rex and Helen drew close now. He began kissing one of Nancy's legs while Helen held and kissed the other.
Nancy surged to her second climax, finishing when Art did. Immediately Rex took Art's place, treating Nancy to her third stiff prick of the evening, and, though she normally wouldn't have wanted any more sex for a while, the change of lovers restimulated her and she began to move vigorously with Rex.
She was now the center of a football-like pile-up in which all the other were dividing their attention between her and one another. It was a writhing mountain of male and female flesh which restricted Rex's humping motions and her own movements. But, all in all, it added to her pleasure. That evening she took her pleasure in great gobs.
Female breasts and masculine balls rubbed against her at the same time. Two sets of lips worked her nipples simultaneously. Now a woman's wet and redolent snatch landed in her face, and she could do nothing but kiss it. Not until after the woman had gotten off did she realize that it belonged to Tracy.
This was togetherness in a wonderful new way, and Nancy bought the package-cock, tit and pussy.
CHAPTER NINE
It was Bob's last night in Germany, and another party was thrown by Herr Schroeder, whose company was to be the chief distributor for Dolph Chemical's Frankfurt operations.
This bash was even bigger and wilder than the first. the girls were new. There were nude dancers and sex exhibitions put on by girls together, men with women, and both sexes intermixed.
By the time the entertainment was over, Bob was so horny he couldn't resist the charms of the girl who had been his date for the evening, but he insisted that she accompany him back to his hotel room, rather than putting out for him in one of the bedrooms at Schroeder's home. He still preferred his sex in private, and he wanted to be able to enjoy the girl-a voluptuously built redhead named Gerda-fully and at his leisure.
Gerda didn't object. No one else at the party noticed them slip away.
In the taxi, they kissed passionately with twisting tongues in each other's mouths, and Bob felt all the way up Gerda's legs, stroking and fingering her marvelously full upper thighs. Her flesh was very warm and smooth above the tops of her stockings.
She opened her thighs to him, and his questing fingers easily swept aside her panty crotch. His middle finger sank delightedly into her lubricated cunt, and he stroked it in and out while she rubbed his stiff penis through his clothes.
The taxi arrived at his hotel more quickly than he had expected, and he had to ask the driver to go around the block a couple of times in order to give his erect cock an opportunity to relax.
Once he and Gerda reached the hotel room, they rolled onto his bed with all their clothes on, and there was a frenzied rolling and tossing as they groped at each other, fondling and removing clothing at the same time.
Bob's hungry lips covered each new area of Gerda's body as it was bared. He licked her legs above her stockings, and then, as he pulled her dress all the way up, planted his mouth against her exposed midriff and licked and nibbled the tender, sweet-scented flesh he found there.
She squirmed the dress up over her arms and head, and he managed to uncup her breasts. As she pulled and stroked at his long rigid dong, he kissed her tossing titanic tits. He sucked at her immense nipples noisily, then rubbed her breasts together and worked the nipples so close to each other that he could mouth both of them at the same time. This was a new kick.
As he sucked, she continued to work his clothes off. When she had removed his shirt, with his blind help, and had gotten his trousers and shorts worked down around his knees, she asked him to stop kissing her nipples and to kick his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. Now he was nude, but she still wore her stockings, black garter belt and frilly black panties.
He settled down to more kissing of her legs as he ungartered her stockings and slowly slid them down. Her flesh smelled marvelous, and it was silken-smooth against his lips and tongue.
When he had her legs entirely bare and had kissed every curved inch of them, it was only natural that he should concentrate his attentions higher up.
She drew her garter belt away as he began to roll down the top of her panties. He browsed at her soft belly, which trembled with the nudging of his lips and tongue. He delved into her navel.
"Mmmm, Bobby baby...." she purred in heavily accented English, "zat feels so goot." Her hand fluttered to his head and urged him gently along.
Before he knew it, her panties were rolled down to the tops of her thighs, and he was staring directly at her fluffy red bush. He inhaled its intoxicating fragrance, which was an exquisite combination of scented soap, perfume and aroused womanhood. In his mood of that evening, he allowed himself to become almost drunk on the heady essence.
Quickly he slid her panties all the way off, freeing her legs, and she moved her legs widely apart. Her gash gaped succulently. The moist, rosy chasm gleamed amid its surrounding cloud of brownish-red curls.
Bob couldn't resist.
He drove his face to her, burying his hungry lips in her sweet meat. His tongue plunged.
Gerda ground her cunt against him and moaned. She gripped her gigantic breasts in her own hands, trapping her thick, tall nipples between her first and second fingers. She squeezed the tips and rotated her boobs, pressing hard, while she worked her throbbing pussy against his sucking, thrusting kisses.
By the time Bob had eaten his fill at her loins, his shaft was immensely swollen. He lunged atop her voluptuous body, his chin wet and eyes gleaming lustfully.
His huge prick drove deeply into her twat.
She moved with him, and the copulation was completed in record time for Bob. Gerda didn't get there, but for him the climax was superb, shaking him from his scalp to the soles of his feet. He twitched within her hot embrace and ejaculated again and again.
Finally he slumped forward and moaned blissfully as he sucked at her ear.
Gerda was patient. She could wait for her orgasm. With many dates she reached no climax at all, so it wasn't something she necessarily expected. But she knew she would get there with this American. She only had to give him a little time.
It worked out exactly that way.
As soon as Bob swung off her and came to rest on his back, she leaned over him and kissed gently all around his chest, tugging at his hairs with her even white teeth and licking his tiny, masculine nipples into erection.
She moved along to his belly and kissed him lingeringly there. Bob felt the first stirrings of renewed lust already.
Her smooth, gentle hand cupped his balls, and her Fingers caressed the softened cylinder of his manhood. She swooped, bringing her warm wet mouth to him, sliding his foreskin back at the same time. She suckled gently at the head of his cock.
It stiffened.
When she had it as big and full and hard as she wanted it, she quickly lifted her head and threw a leg over his recumbent form. On her knees, with her soft crotch elevated, she worked the head of his prick back and forth in her moist groove, gradually centering and deepening its position until the head was wholly enclosed. Then she slowly let herself down the rest of the way, sheathing his entire shaft.
She leaned forward, hanging her breasts just above his face, and went to work.
Her motions were heavenly, and with those big full tits to play with, Bob was quickly caught up in the total excitement of the intercourse. She rotated and slid up and down on his pole as he plucked at her nipples and compressed her pendulous tits, swinging and rolling them and bouncing them in his open hands.
She got there, and the fierce spasmodic grabbing of her cunt brought him to fountaining fulfillment. He pressed upward and growled as his sperm pumped into her.
Still the night wasn't over for them.
They slept for a while, but he had to take a leak, and this awoke him. After attending to that, he stood beside the bed for a little while and gazed down at the redheaded beauty, who looked especially alluring in the moonlight which flooded in through the windows.
He got down beside her, very much awake now, and began to kiss her tits. Her nipples stiffened, and she woke up.
"You going to giff me more, Bobby baby?" she purred.
"Lots more," he promised and, as she parted her legs, he swung atop her.
This time he lasted longer and brought her to a thrashing, pulsating climax with him.
Afterward, they carefully rolled onto their sides and fell asleep, still joined.
By some miracle they remained that way for several hours, and when Bob awoke for the second time he found himself stiff within her. He began to jolt her gently with slow, short jabs until she awoke. She immediately began to move against him.
She slid her legs up his side and hooked it around his back. He took two happy handfuls of her bouncing, rotating ass, and pumped into her vigorously.
They both came.
As she said good-bye to him later, she asked him when he would be in Germany again. He told her he didn't know if he would ever have the opportunity to return, but added that he hoped so.
She said, "If you do, be sure to call me."
He protested, "But Herr Schroeder paid for the party last night. I'm sure I wouldn't be able to afford a date with you."
"No charge, Bobby baby," she said as she gave him a peck on the lips. "To you, I'm free any time."
She gave rum her telephone number and left.
Bob wasn't sure but that this was part of Herr Schroeder's way of making him feel good. Perhaps Gerda had been instructed to say what she had. But he wanted to think she had said it on her own, and meant it. This was the explanation which his ego bought.
During the flight back to The States, most of Bob's time was monopolized by business conversations with his associates. They had learned a lot in Germany which had to be kicked about verbally and digested in preparation for the writing of the reports which they would be expected to furnish on their return to the home office.
But Bob had a few free moments, and during these he suffered mentally over what he had done with Schroeder's playgirls and considered the effect this might have upon his marriage. He had read enough psychology to know that guilt could manifest itself in odd and highly destructive ways. Also, there was the fact that he had enjoyed himself a great deal with Helga and Gerda. Did this mean he wouldn't be satisfied with just one woman from now on-even Nancy, the woman he loved?
God, how could he face her?
CHAPTER TEN
Bob encountered no problem in facing his wife.
The first sight of her, standing in the airport waiting room, filled him with warmth. He rushed to her and swept her up in his arms. She cried and clutched him, fully as happy as he was.
They kissed passionately with deeply stroking tongues, her tingling breasts burning into him through their clothes.
The one thing they both wanted more than anything else was to get home as quickly as possible and jump into bed together. Both of them knew, without discussing the matter, that there would be no waiting for the usual bedtime that night.
In the car, they conversed excitedly about all the things Bob had seen and done abroad, with a couple of very notable exceptions, and Nancy told him what she had been doing at home, also with certain matters deleted. The exceptions troubled both of them, but neither allowed the subconscious gnawing to interfere with their reunion. At the same time, neither doubted that he or she was just as much in love with the other as before Bob had left. If anything, they loved each other more because of the three-week separation.
As soon as they arrived at their apartment, Bob swung his wife off her feet and carried her into the bedroom. She squealed happily and, after he stood her on her feet next to the bed, she came eagerly into his arms, pressing her cunt hotly against his penis through their clothes and using her tongue in their kiss even more actively than before.
While they kissed, Bob pulled up her skirt and slip and proceeded to palm and roll the lovely cheeks of her ass with just her thin silken panties between the plump, divided flesh and his hands.
His cock sprang to erection, poking her belly.
"Oh, baby, make love to me!" she cried as she tore her mouth from his. "Do me fast! You don't know how much I need you!"
"I need you too," he declared. "It's been terrible to be without you this long!"
He pulled her springy ass toward him once again and performed a little sidewise motion so that his shaft was w-edged horizontally between their bodies. As he caught her mouth for another fevered kiss, his hands groped up underneath her clothes for the waist elastic of her panties. He found it and plucked it away from the small of her back, then drew it down, turning her panties inside out and peeling them away from her curvaceous butt.
He ended the kiss and dropped to his knees to draw her panties the rest of the way off.
She was thrilled by his aggressive attitude, and she eagerly stepped out of the pink nylon briefs as he held them.
Now he ran his hands up the backs of her stockings, off her stockings and onto smooth, softly firm flesh. Her skirt and slip rose, bunched atop his arms.
He gripped her thighs and pulled her close to him, then gave her dress and slip a quick upward flip, and found himself staring at her adorable blonde-haired pussy.
"Oh, Bob!" she cried. "What are you dooooing?"
"I'll show you," he growled. He buried his face in her sweet, sparkling nest, forcing her cunt lips apart with his lips and running his tongue into her slit.
She squealed with mingled shock and delight. She pressed herself against him and reveled for a few moments in the magnificent thrills he was giving her.
Then suddenly the significance of what he was doing got through. He had never kissed her down there before. This meant something must have happened to change him while he was in Germany.
Reacting like a jealous wife, she gripped his head between her hands and forced it back.
He gazed up at her. "Baby ... darling, I want to. Please let me."
"You've ... you've never done that before," she said between heated gasps.
Now he realized he had made a damaging slip. He tried to cover for himself. "All right! So I've missed you a hell of a lot. I've missed what you have between your legs. Honey, it's only natural."
"No, it isn't!" she insisted, sounding like a prude, even though she was certainly not that any more.
"But didn't you like it?" he demanded, still kneeling and looking up at her.
She sidestepped the question and asked one of her own: "What made you do it, Bob?"
"I told you. I just felt like it, all of a sudden. Oh, Jesus Christ, what's so wrong about a husband kissing his wife's pussy!"
"Bob!" She felt she had to feign shock over his use of that word, because he had never used it with her before.
He stood up. "All right ... all right. Let's get our clothes off, hmm?"
Now everything was different between them. She knew he had been up to something while he was away, and he knew she knew. She hadn't yet had time to realize that his extramarital experience would make it easier to persuade him to join the swappers' club. She was still indulging in the hurt attitude of a wronged wife.
As for Bob, all the guilt he had felt after his escapades in Germany and on the way home came flooding back over him. It got in the way of his passion. His prick had been burstingly strong and ready just a few moments ago, but now it had shriveled to a useless, limp tube. Still he removed his clothes, assuming that his pecker would perk up when the crucial time arrived.
He didn't resent Nancy's attitude; he felt she was right and he was wrong. Cunnilingus was a perversion, after all. It was something that a man could do to a hooker or perhaps to a casual date, but not to his wife.
Jesus, why had he been so stupid!
Without looking at him, she turned and drew back the covers of the bed. She was totally nude, and he admired the lovely symmetry of her firm but richly curved buttocks, the creamy smoothness of her entire body and her lovely legs.
As she climbed under the covers and settled into place, he caught a fleeting glimpse of the blonde patch at the base of her smooth belly, and her tautly bobbling tits with their rigid pink nipples caused him to conclude that neither Helga nor Gerda had been hung so well. Gerda's knockers were larger, but were not nearly so shapely; even Helga's breasts didn't have the exquisite shape of Nancy's.
Why hadn't he held out while he was overseas? Why had he gone and screwed around and ruined things between Nancy and himself?
Thinking along these lines didn't help him overcome the problem of impotence that had suddenly developed. Indeed, it had exactly the opposite effect.
Nancy kept her eyes trained on the ceiling as he climbed into bed beside her. His cock was still soft. The first sense of panic gripped him.
He put his arms around his wife and rolled her so that she faced him. He looked into her eyes.
"Honey, you're not still sore at me, are you?" he asked.
She said, "No. Of course not." But her eyes said something different.
He took hold of a firm but pliant tit and began to manipulate it. Her nipple sprang to life.
His peter remained flaccid.
He pushed the covers away and brought his face to Nancy's breast. He protruded his tongue and touched her stiffened nipple, then lapped the gorgeous pink tip into his mouth and sucked on it. He sucked a little harder than usual, and she said, "That hurts."
He let her nipple go quickly and raised his head. Anger crackled in his eyes. "What the hell's the matter?" he demanded. "Nothing I do is right!"
"Ohhh ... Bob," she said with a tinge of annoyance.
He rolled onto his back and lay staring at the ceiling, his heart beating fast but no pulsation at all in his prick. It might as well have been made of bread dough.
An impulse struck him to say, All right-so I tried another woman while I was away!
But no. He couldn't do that. That would just make matters worse.
After a few moments of silence, Nancy murmured, "I'm sorry."
He looked at her, and a new flood of warmth came over him. He felt a pulsation in his cock.
He turned to her once again and began to caress her breasts. Her nipples, which had softened, gathered mass and firmness under his brushing hands. He trapped one of them between a thumb and finger and rolled it gently, plucking upward at the same time.
More pulsations went through his cock, but it didn't stiffen.
Nancy's hand slid to his loins, and she was surprised to find him still soft.
"What's the matter, darling?" she asked.
"I don't know," he said, and continued to caress her, now with a kind of grim determination.
She fondled his penis and testicles. "Maybe you're tired from your trip," she suggested.
"Too tired to make love to you after being away for three weeks?" he countered.
"Well ... if it was a grueling trip for you...."
"It wasn't that grueling," he said grimly.
A sexy light came to her green eyes. "Maybe I'd better take a hand, hmm?"
She sat up, and he reclined fully on his back as she leaned over him. Her attitude had changed markedly in the last few seconds. She now felt she had been too harsh with him a little while ago. Actually she had enjoyed his oral caressing. Hadn't she thought critically of him, while he was gone, for never having given her any oral sex-for making her learn the excitement of that activity with somebody else? And as for his having played around abroad, that lent new strength to her hope that he might be willing to join the swappers' club, a hope which had all but died before he returned.
She was genuinely sorry for having rebuffed him, and she realized that her attitude was probably responsible for his slowness in regaining an erection.
So she would show him she was sorry for condemning him a little while ago....
Her caressing hands caused the skin of his chest and belly to tingle pleasurably. But still, his stubborn cock refused to stand up.
She rubbed the inner sides of his legs up and down, then bent and planted her soft, moist mouth directly against his navel. A spasm of delight shook him, and he groaned. A little extra blood flowed into his penis, and it fattened somewhat.
Now he felt hope.
Oh, God, he thought, II she would only go down on me....
His hands worked up into her silken blonde hair and pressed her face more firmly to his middle, at the same time exerting a very slight pressure in the direction of his sexual zone.
Added excitement beat through Nancy. His penis was only inches from her lips. She inhaled the man-scent of him and found it stimulating. After having kissed Tracy's genitals at the party, the prospect of going down on a man didn't frighten her. And the man she most wanted to go down on-the one she ought to go down on-was her husband, of course. But what would he think if she were to do it? Well, hadn't he done it to her? Surely he wouldn't blame her for doing what he himself had done.
She raised her head a little and moved it directly above his loins. His hands fell away from her head, for he didn't have the nerve to indicate to her now that he wanted her to go down on him.
The truth was that he had mixed feelings about it. Though from a physical standpoint he wanted very much for her to do it, in another way he didn't. Such activity was associated in his mind with prostitutes or, at best, easy women. He didn't want to think of his wife in that category.
So he gave her no sign.
She gazed at his rather thick and lengthy tool, which was still soft. Slowly she extended a hand to it and pinched it gently between her forefinger and thumb. She pushed the foreskin back.
Now she gazed at the pink, inviting head. His scent touched her more strongly, and she didn't find it offensive in the least.
Damn it, she wanted to suck his cock!
She turned the limp organ upward so that the tip of it pointed toward her face. Her lips parted, and she touched them with her tongue.
Bob waited, half-hopefully and half-fearfully, his heart beating fast, his penis gaining some added strength as she held it. The head became a little larger and a little rosier. It quivered. She felt new force coming into it.
Oh, yes! she impulsively decided, and she swooped, opening her mouth wide.
She slid her wet lips around his pecker and tightened them just behind its head. Her tongue began to lave the plushy knob of flesh, and she moaned.
The most intense kind of joyous thrill went through Bob, and he cried out. His hands dug into her hair to hold her head where it was, and his prick grew with lightning speed, its head filling Nancy's mouth entirely and its lengthened and stiffened shaft forcing that head toward the back of her tongue.
She almost gagged on it, groaned sharply and straightened up a little.
The thrill of exciting her man in this way took total possession of her and she began to suck and move her lips and tongue on him wildly. Bob tightened all over, great shocks drumming through him.
Then, suddenly, in the midst of his intense pleasure, the thought flared: My wife is a cocksucker!
Savagely he wrenched her head away from him, causing his immensely swollen shaft to leap free, and he sat up. Harsh condemnation mingled with frustrated passion in his eyes.
Nancy gazed at him helplessly, her mouth slack, her eyes haunted with lust.
"What the hell's the idea of doing that!" he cried.
"But ... but ... you did it with me."
"That's not the same! A man can fool around a little, but for his wife to do such a thing."
"I wanted to help you get hard!" she wailed, and tried to scramble on top of him.
He held her off. His rod was wilting.
"Bob! For heaven's sake, what's the matter?" Her anguish was plain.
"Nothing's the matter with me," he replied cruelly. "Where the hell did you get the idea of making love that way?"
"I don't know. I just thought of it, I guess. Was it so wrong?"
"Yes. It's ... it's ... filthy!"
"Oooh, Bob!" she wailed, and rolled onto her back beside him.
His welcome home had turned into a disaster.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next morning Laura phoned Nancy.
The young blonde immediately broke into tears. "Oh, Laura, I don't know what I'm going to do! Yesterday was just awful!"
"Hey ... take it easy. What in hell are you talking about?"
"Bob and I had a terrible quarrel. We couldn't even have sex together. He couldn't ... get hard."
"What?"
"Things didn't go right from the beginning," Nancy said, gasping and sniffling in her anguish. "I guess I offended him right away, and then, when I tried to make up for it, things just got worse. He couldn't get a hard-on. Later in the evening, he didn't even try. We slept on separate sides of the bed, each facing the other way." She broke into open bawling.
"Now, baby, listen ... whatever the trouble is, it can be fixed up. Just what started it off?"
"I can't tell you, Laura," Nancy said after she got her crying under control. "But it was awful."
Laura was thinking about what this might mean in relation to the Jordans' joining her club, and she decided it was bad news. Also, she couldn't very well threaten Nancy again with the pictures, under the circumstances. The block now didn't appear to be Nancy's fault.
Laura considered alerting Dave at the office and having him go to work on Bob from that angle, but that would be apt to gum up the works even worse than they were now. As long as Bob and Nancy were on the outs, there was really no chance of getting them into the club as a combined entry ... and that was the only way the club wanted it.
"Give me a hint about what went wrong," Laura urged. "If it's too painful, you don't have to tell me the whole story. But at least give me an inkling."
"Well ... it was about sex." Nancy sniffled.
"In what way?"
"Bob ... started to do something ... with me ... and I was shocked ... and...."
"I see." Laura smiled to herself.
"Then I realized I had been wrong, so I ... well, tried to make up for it by...."
Laura interjected, " ... by doing the same sort of thing for him, I suppose."
"Yes. And he was even more shocked than I'd been before. Now I think each of us suspects the other of having played around while he was away."
"Great!" Laura exclaimed. "That sets everything up just fine."
"Oh, I'm not thinking about the club now," Nancy said in disgust.
"Well, I am ... and you'd better be, too, because that's your only way out of this. Things have progressed too far for you to backtrack."
"I just want Bob to love me again!" Nancy wailed, and resumed her bawling.
"He will, honey," Laura assured her. "But both of you have to readjust yourselves. Maybe I can help." Nancy sniffled noisily. "How?"
"Look ... we'll forget about the pictures, okay? There won't be any more threats. You and I will work on the same team, so to speak."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'll happen to bump into Bob at his office. It won't be difficult. I'll tell him I came in to visit Dave. I'll ... flirt with Bob a little and ... we'll see if nature doesn't take its course."
"What? You mean, you want to make a play for my husband!" Anger crackled over the line.
"All in a good cause, baby. If I can gain his confidence, I'll be able to wise him up about a few things-such as how a husband ought to make love to his wife, and vice versa. Also, I can tell him about the club and...."
"No!"
"Nancy," the other woman warned in a stern voice, "you need someone's help to straighten out the mess you're in."
"The mess you got me in!" Nancy corrected forcefully.
"That isn't entirely fair. What you did with me, you obviously wanted to do."
"Well, you just leave Bob alone. He and I will settle this in our own."
"I'm not sure you'll be able to, frankly."
Nancy snapped back, "It certainly won't help to have you make a play for him."
"Yes, it will, because I'll make it a point to wise him up ... to get him thinking along the right lines. You know, you two have been sexual retards up until just recently. Now both of you have apparently learned how to swing separately, but you can't bring yourselves to swing together. You'll have to learn to do that before you can swing as a pair in the swappers' club."
"To hell with the swappers' club!" Nancy snapped. "I just want my husband back."
Laura sighed. "Well, you're too distraught right now to think rationally. We'll talk about it again when you're in control of yourself."
"Oh, Laura, I don't know why I even discussed it with you!"
"I do," the other woman replied wisely. "It was because you need help. And," she added, "you're going to get help, whether you like it or not. Good-bye."
Nancy cried, "No! Wait!" But the telephone clicked dead in her ear.
As she slammed down the receiver, she said aloud for the first time in her life, "Oh, shit!"
That evening, Laura put her plan to Dave as they were about to go to bed.
"So you see, darling," she concluded, "it's the only way to get the Jordans into our little fold. I'm simply going to have to have an affair with Bob first, on my own. He'll snap at my bait, I'm sure, because he apparently was playing around while he was in Europe. And you know what they say about a taste of honey."
Dave turned from the closet where he had hung up his pants, and his face was dark as a storm cloud. "What the hell's the matter with you! Have you gone out of your fornicating mind?"
Laura blinked. "Of course not. It makes sense, doesn't it?"
"In a pig's ass! Bob and I work together. If you make a play for him outside the club, he'll think I'm married to a slut!"
She blinked again. "But I'll explain everything about the club and all."
"Oh, sure. After you've already lured him into bed. By then, the damage will be done. Anyway, maybe he's too square for the club. If he is, we don't want him, and you certainly don't want to get mixed up with him on your own. That would spell poison for me at the office, if he decided to spread the word around."
"Oh, Dave," she said disgustedly as she lifted her slip preparatory to ungartering a nylon, "you're all upset about nothing."
"I am, huh?" he growled as he moved menacingly toward her.
"Of course," she said, flipping a garter clip. "Anyway, it's a free country, and you and I are each free to do what we damn well please. So if I decide I want to carry out this little scheme, you're not about to stop me."
Dave saw red. It was evident to him now that he had allowed his wife too much freedom. She needed to be taught a lesson. She had to find out who the head of the family really was.
As she began to strip down a nylon, he grasped her roughly, whirled her around, and sent her sprawling across the bed.
"Dave!" she squealed. "What are you doing?"
"I'd advise you to be quiet," he grated as he lunged after her, pinning her down. "That is, unless you want to wake up your children and have them come in here just in time to see their mommy getting spanked."
"Spanked! Dave, you wouldn't dare!"
"Oh, yeah? Baby, in this house I'd dare anything. I'm the boss. And you're going to get that into your head tonight, even if it has to arrive there by way of your ass."
So saying, he flipped up her lacy pink slip and exposed a trim little bottom sheathed in pink, gauze-sheer nylon panties. Garter straps traveled down from underneath them and gripped one stocking while the other sagged below her knee.
Dave, in his shirt and shorts, turned to a sitting position beside her and leaned against her back with one arm while he lifted the other hand over her quivering, panty-clad rump.
"Dave, if you do this I'll never speak to you a-ow!"
His hand had moved in a sudden arc, colliding loudly with both her buttocks, shaking them in her flimsy pants and making them sting.
"You were saying, lover...?" he taunted, and smacked her again.
"Oh, you lousy bastard!" Laura screamed. "More ... more! Let's hear what you really think of me."
Dave brought his punishing hand down on her ass a third time, planting fire there and making her taut buttocks quiver like Jell-O.
"You son of a bitch!" Laura yelled at him.
"More!" he yelled back, really enjoying himself now as he popped her on the panties even harder.
"Rat fink! Shithead!"
That last word really got to him, and he hit her again and again, turning her bottom pinker than the sheer pink nylon.
Laura howled, "Oooooh, you mother-humper!"
"Why, you dirty cunt!" he exclaimed, and grasped her panties at their top, y .inking viciously and splitting them down the middle as he pulled them away from her butt.
Now he pounded her bare behind, and she wailed as she kicked and screamed.
In the midst of the vicious spanking, the bedroom door cracked open behind Dave. His four-year-old daughter, Linda, stood there, clutching the teddy bear with which she slept. Her three-year-old brother was behind her.
"Daddy!" Linda cried. "What are you doing to Mommy?"
Dave whirled, his hand in mid-air. Mommy's bare bottom was thoroughly exposed.
"Linda, get back to bed!" Dave ordered hoarsely. "You too, Craig!"
"But what are you doing?" Linda asked. "What was all the shouting about?"
By that time Laura had scrambled around and covered herself. Dave was forced to remain seated on the edge of the bed, because he was sporting a tremendous hard-on.
"Children!" Laura exclaimed through her tears. "Get back to bed!"
"Mommy, are you all right?" her little daughter asked, lingering at the door with eyes wide.
"Yes ... yes! Now get back to bed, both of you!" They started to withdraw.
"Linda, you help Craig," Laura said. "And close the door."
"Don't you think you'd better help them?" Dave growled.
Laura got up, wiped at her cheeks with both hands, and went after the children.
Dave, shaken and berating himself for not having locked the door before beginning to chastise his wife, got up and began pulling off his remaining clothes.
He was nude when Laura returned to the room in her bra and slip. His shaft angled slightly downward but remained full and half-stiff.
"God!" Laura exclaimed softly as she closed the door and locked it. "That was terrible! What do you think they saw?"
"Everything-your bare ass and me spanking it. And they must have heard our foul language."
"I'm so ashamed," she said. "So am I," he agreed.
"Why didn't you lock the goddamn door before you grabbed me?"
"I should have."
"Well ... there's nothing we can do about it now, except to hope it didn't give the kids a trauma."
Laura surprised him then by snuggling into his arms. "Why don't you finish with me?" she murmured. "I'm hot as hell."
"You sweet bitch," he growled, and pushed her down onto the bed again.
This time she landed on her back with her legs dangling over the side. He bent, grasped her slip and pulled it off. His prick sprang to rock-hard erection.
He gripped her buttocks from underneath, causing her to wince in pain which was at the same time pleasurable, and lifted her hips. "Wrap your legs around my waist," he commanded.
She did so, pulling herself to him, and he drove his thick, stiff cock into her sopping cunt. He humped her furiously.
The next morning Dave and Laura agreed on a plan to pursue with the Jordans, and immediately after he left for work Laura put the scheme into effect by making a phone call.
Tracy Packard was more than happy to go along with the idea, and she felt certain her husband would be just as pleased. The taste they'd each had of Nancy at the recent party had whetted their appetites for more, and Laura's description of Bob whetted Tracy's appetite too. There was always a residual benefit from bringing a new couple into the club, as well: That new couple would be in a position to recruit others who were unknown to the old members. In this way, the circle grew ever wider, with more and more opportunities for fun on the part of all concerned.
Bob and Nancy still hadn't made up. His impotence on the day of his return had quickly become an obsession in his mind, and now he was afraid to approach her. Accordingly, he had found it convenient to keep the quarrel alive.
Nancy was distraught. Not only did she need him in an immediate physical sense, but she feared their marriage was falling apart. And in the back of her mind there was the specter of Laura's threat to take a hand. Nancy feared this would ruin things for sure.
Bob was hardly less troubled. His homecoming had been spoiled and, after what had amounted to a pair of sexually triumphant experiences in Europe, he was now faced with what appeared to be a loss of manhood. He hadn't had an erection since he had forced Nancy to pull her mouth off him the other afternoon. Reacting in mental panic, as men are apt to do at such a time, he wasn't sure he would ever have an erection again. And, of course, the fear operated to all but guarantee that he wouldn't ... unless something happened to jar him out of the destructive mental rut.
The "something" happened to him that day.
In the middle of the afternoon he was having coffee at the little place down the street from the Dolph Building, where he customarily went. (Dolph had a large coffee shop in its basement, but Bob preferred to get out in the open air a couple of times during the day, weather permitting, and this day happened to be warm and clear.)
As he sat at a counter, mulling over the miserable state of his existence, a beautiful brunette walked in and planted her pretty bottom on the stool immediately next to his.
Naturally, she had caught his eye as soon as she entered. For a while he watched her in the mirror, trying to be casual about it. Finally he hazarded a direct glance, and her dark eyes fastened on his. She smiled.
"Hello, M r. Wilkins," she said sweetly. "How are you?"
Surprised and momentarily flustered, Bob didn't know what reply to make. Finally he said lamely, "My name isn't Wilkins."
"Oooh, isn't it? Good heavens, of course! Now I see you're not the person I thought you were. You'll have to forgive me. There's such an uncanny resemblance."
The girl was amazingly beautiful-like a slim young Liz Taylor, only more exotic somehow. Her eyes were positively evil ... but in such a delicious way. The figure which was revealed in outline by her nicely fitted light suit was not exactly voluptuous, but it was most provocative. Her tits rode high, forming sharp little peaks in the cloth, and her hips and thighs seemed loaded with vitality-each motion of her body revealed this.
Bob had to say, "I wish I were that Wilkins fellow."
"Really?" She seemed pleased, laughing melodiously. "Oh, I'll bet you lead a more interesting life. He's an accountant, fussing around with tired old figures all the time."
Man! Bob thought. I'd like to fuss around with your figure, which certainly isn't tired at all!
Bob grinned and told her what he did for a living, after which it was a logical step for both of them to introduce themselves.
She said, "I'm stuck here in town with a whole afternoon on my hands. My silly-ass husband was supposed to meet me but evidently forgot and took off for a business meeting somewhere. His secretary tells me that he won't even be home for dinner. I'm so blinking mad at him I feel like doing something wicked just for spite."
She smiled, and her dark eyes sparkled as she added, "Did you ever feel that way toward your wife?"
Bob had, and, in a certain sense, he did at the present time, because he couldn't help blaming Nancy in part of the problem that had developed between them.
He said, "Yes. I know how you feel."
"Well, how about...." She seemed to catch herself. "No. That would sound awful for me to suggest. After all, you and I don't know one another."
"Of course we do," Bob said quickly, his eyes taking on a wolfish gleam. "I'm Bob and you're Tracy."
She seemed to think that over for a moment, then she asked, "Do you have the rest of the afternoon free?"
"Yes," he replied impulsively. (He rated high enough at his office so that he could call in and report he had gone somewhere on business, and no one would expect him to account for his time afterward.)
He added, "Maybe you'd like something to drink that doesn't come off a coffee bush, hmm?"
"You know," she said merrily, "I was thinking that very thing."
"Come on."
Bob paid their checks, and they left together.
In the back of his mind was the fervent hope that he could score with another woman even though he was impotent with Nancy, and that, once having done so, his impotence with Nancy would disappear. He had certainly had no trouble in Europe. He had been randy as a ram with Helga and Gerda.
Also, lie wanted Tracy for her own sake, and he felt Nancy had given him sufficient provocation to justify a quick affair. Afterward, if his trouble was cured, he could make up with her, and everything would be as it had been before.
So he eagerly accepted Tracy's invitation into her luxurious apartment, after driving her home. She had assured him that her husband wouldn't be home until late, and he figured the assurance was reliable. After all, she had more to lose than he if they were discovered together. Cockolded husbands never shot their wives' lovers any more.
When they were inside the apartment, she didn't play coy. She immediately moved into his arms and whispered passionately into his ear, "Screw me good, will you? I need it like wild!"
Vigor immediately surged into his cock. He knew he would have no trouble with her. After a deep, lancing kiss, during which she ground her breasts and pelvis against him and discovered that he was formidably hung, he swept her up in his arms and followed her directions to the master bedroom.
Tracy and Rex were working on a tight schedule. He was to arrive at the apartment with Nancy ten minutes after Tracy arrived with Bob. He was to park in back so that she wouldn't see Bob's car, and he was to bring Nancy up the rear stairs and into the guest room, which was joined to the master bedroom by a connecting bath.
Rex had expressed confidence that, in view of the difficulties Nancy and Bob were having, he would be able to lure her to a cocktail lounge to meet him and, after that, to the apartment. Nancy was a girl who had to have her ashes hauled frequently, and, if she wasn't getting it done at home, she was damned well going to have to get it done where she could.
All the walls of the apartment were soundproofed, so the couple in one bedroom would not hear the couple who occupied the other. Confrontation would await Rex's and Nancy's entry into the master bedroom, nude, when Rex judged the time was right. All Tracy had to do was keep Bob in the master bedroom with his clothes off until then, and keep him interested. She was extremely adept at keeping up the interest of healthy young men.
Bob's interest was high as a kite when he deposited her on her feet next to the king-size bed. This fact was evident to her in the form of the tent-like bulge in the front of his trousers.
Smoldering, she rubbed her hand against it and said, "Jesus, that feels like a groovy rod! Come on, let it out."
Even the German playgirls hadn't come on this strong, and Bob was thrilled.
"Why don't you do it?" he suggested hoarsely.
She immediately dropped to her knees on the white shag rug. She pulled down his zipper, fished into his shorts, and brought the big stinger out.
She pushed the skin back from its head and purred, "Oh, daddy, are we going to have a time!" Then she bent and planted a moist quick kiss right on the very tip of his cock.
It jerked uncontrollably, and she laughed as she fell onto her back on the rug. "Screw me down here," she demanded. "I like the hard floor underneath my ass."
He began tearing off his clothes as he gazed down at her, his prick angling high out of the flap of his pants. She kept her sizzling gaze on him all the time and slowly drew her light-colored skirl and lace-edged blue slip up her thighs as they twisted teasingly this way and that.
Her legs were something else-possibly the most luscious Bob had ever seen. Above her sheer beige stockings, which had narrow welts and very tightly gripped by garter straps, her thighs were very full and soft without being flabby. Now he knew what the phrase "candy legs" really meant, and he could hardly wait to lick Tracy's candy and suck at the tender inner flesh.
As he continued undressing, his heart thudding and his upthrust cock quivering with excitement, Tracy drew her skirt and slip all the way to her waist. She began to grind her hips slowly with her thighs slightly parted, so that the very thin crotch of her blue silken panties pulled a little bit this way, then that, revealing dark curls at either side and the configuration of her adorable pussy where the blue silk pulled tightly against it. A little of the fabric was caught in her slit.
Leaving her skirt and slip waist-high, Tracy unbuttoned the front of her dress-top and shrugged it away. Her bra opened at the front as well, and she lay the cups aside, baring small but exquisitely nippled breasts. She tickled the reddish tips with the nails of her index fingers as she watched Bob, and the nubbins rose before his eyes.
Finally he was nude, and, with a growl, he dropped to his knees beside her. Her hand immediately wrapped itself around his rigid prick and began to stroke it in a maddeningly light way which inflamed him even more.
He bent and ran his tongue along the hot inner sides of her thigh, finding the flesh as smooth and sweet-smelling and tasty as he had known it would be. He moved to the other thigh and licked that one as she tickled his corona with her fingertips.
He released her garters one by one and nudged her stockings downward with his nose, kissing and biting and licking all the time.
He was like a kid with a brand new toy. Man, it was Christmas morning!
With her stockings and shoes gone, he directed his attention to her panties, first shifting their silken crotch aside so he could see the total beauty of her cunt. She widened the part of her legs, and the flower of her womanhood was thrillingly revealed in all its damp, rosy beauty.
He wanted to kiss it, but something stayed him. He had gotten into trouble the last time he had tried that. Better not, he decided.
He contented himself for the moment by slowly sliding his stiff middle finger into the succulent pussy and watching as he drew it out. Several times he stroked it in and out of the clinging, slippery flesh. He slid his fingertip up to her erect little clit and twirled it gently.
"Man, are you turning me on!" Tracy cried.
He chuckled in satisfaction and wiped his middle finger across his belly before taking hold of the top of her panties with both hands and drawing the garment down. It pulled inside out at her thighs, and he noted that the crotch was wet from her excitement.
He tossed the panties over his shoulder and proceeded to unfasten and slide off her skirt, her slip coming with it. All the time she kept fingering him very gently, so that he didn't become overly excited at this early stage but still derived constant enjoyment from the contact.
He took off her garter belt and slid the bra out from under her back.
Now they both were totally nude.
He fell to her breasts, kissing and licking and finally trapping a taut little nipple between his lips. He rolled it and pulled at it, then wrapped his mouth around the surrounding white flesh and drew the tit as deeply as it would go. He sucked rapturously.
He sucked her other titty, too, then advanced to her mouth. Protruding his tongue, he traced her lush, widely parted lips; then she closed her lips and teeth on the tip of his tongue and sucked.
It was a marvelous sensation-akin to having a girl suck his cock-but he didn't have to accept even this delightful substitute for long, because Tracy jerked her mouth free and, with a passionate moan, said, "Let me give you a blow job. I want to. You have such a beautiful big cock."
"Baby, I don't know if I can take it," he admitted hoarsely, "I'm worked up so damned much right now.."
"I'll make it a quick one, then," she promised.
He helped her sit up, and he lay on his back. She bent over him, her long black hair tickling his belly, and blew gently at the apex of his pecker. Then she parted her lush lips and let the burning flesh slide into her mouth.
She bobbed her head several times, running her tongue all over his cock, then let it go and smiled, "Good?" she murmured.
"Wonderful!" he exclaimed.
"You want me to get on top?" she asked. "Or do you like to be the active partner?"
"I want to drive it into you hard!" he said heatedly, and sprang to his knees.
"That's just how I like it!" she assured him, and lay down, drawing her legs up and parting them so that her moist pink slit gleamed invitingly.
He sprang between her thighs, tilted his throbbing rod at her heavenly hold, and drove it smoothly and ecstatically all the way into her.
"Oh, mister!" she cried. "I can feel your balls!"
He began to hump, plunging long and hard, trying not to go too fast but having trouble holding himself back because her slick, clasping pussy felt so goddamned good.
He got his hands underneath her and wiggled her ass as he let her have it, adding yet another dimension to his bliss. Now he was flying, ft was up, up and away!
In the other bedroom, Rex had just freed Nancy's satiny, adorable tits. He palmed and rolled them as the two lovers stood facing each other, both still dressed except for Nancy's blouse and bra.
"Goddamn, these are luscious!" Rex growled. "I've never played with a prettier pair of knockers."
Nancy was still uneasy about being there with him. True, someone in Bob's office had called to tell her he would be late getting home that night because of a business meeting. Also, he hadn't given her any loving since he'd come home from abroad-that had been over three weeks ago-and how long could a girl be expected to go without getting her jollies? Of course, Rex and Harv and Dave and Art had screwed her while Bob was gone-to say nothing of what Laura and Tracy and Helen had done to her-but that still didn't relieve Bob of his responsibility. And when a husband fell down on the job-or, rather, never stood up, which seemed to be Bob's trouble right now-his wife couldn't be blamed for taking her fun wherever she could find it. At least, this was what she tried to tell herself.
The more Rex caressed her, the hotter she became, and the less she was troubled about stepping out on her husband even while he was in town.
The drinks she had taken with Rex at the bar had helped also. Her brain was now in a warm, fuzzy spin.
Her nipples had blossomed beautifully by the time Rex's hands left them to slide down to her hips and unfasten her skirt. He pushed her skirt and half slip away in a single sweep, which exposed the silken white panties that clung to her rounded hips. At the lower front they revealed the wedge-shaped shadow of girl-fur and the pouting arc of her passion-puffed pussy.
Rex dropped to a kneeling position to help her step out of her skirt and slip, after which he quickly stripped down her garter-less stockings and picked them off her feet, taking her shoes with them.
He took a pantied fanny-cheek in each hand and pulled her against him so he could grip the waist elastic of her briefs between his teeth and stretch it down away from her deliciously rounded belly. As she moaned pleasurably, his tongue snaked into her navel, then described an erratic, erotic trail all over the soft and quivering tummy, until he was able to nuzzle the panties far enough to give him facial access to her moss. He rubbed his nose in it, then dug deeper and entered her dewy slit with his tongue.
This was just what Bob had done with her the other day, in exactly the same position, and in her half-drunken, passion-charged state she was impelled to blurt out, "My husband did that the other day, and I got mad at him."
Rex leaned back and let her panties snap back over her fur piece, momentarily concealing it. "You got mad at him?" He repeated uncomprehendingly. "Why?"
"I ... I thought it wasn't nice."
"Did you think it was nice just now when I did it?"
"Heavenly!" she said, closing her eyes.
He brought her eyes open quickly with a smart slap to the ass.
"Ow!" she cried. "Why did you do that?"
"Because you're a naughty wife. If your husband likes to eat cunt, you ought to let him."
"Rex! What a thing to say!"
He stood up in front of her. "I'll say it again-eat cunt.
Those are two very simple little words that describe an activity which brings great pleasure to nearly every woman and to a great many men. By the way, how are you at cock-sucking?"
"Oh, Rex!" She blushed pink.
He laughed and said, "Get your pants off while I climb out of my things."
By this time, Bob had finished the first round with Tracy and they were lying side-by-side on their backs on the wide bed, resting up for round number two.
During the interim, she was doing her best to try to wise him up.
"You know, I misled you earlier about my husband. He doesn't mind if I screw around. He screws around too. As a matter-of-fact, we screw around together. We belong to a swap club."
"What?"
"A club composed of married couples who hold parties at the various members' homes, during which we trade husbands and wives for the evening. Sometimes we all just mix it up together-you know, four or even six on a bed."
"Good God! I've heard of things like that, but I didn't know they really happened."
"Oh, they happen, all right. Man, do they happen! And it's great fun for all."
"But doesn't it raise holy hell with your marriages?"
"Just the opposite. We all get along much better with our respective husbands and wives because of the variety that the club offers us. And everything's out in the open, on the up and up. Sex isn't nasty any more. It's pure fun. Isn't that what nature intended?"
"I don't know what nature intended," Bob admitted. His head was dizzily spinning in the aftermath of her sensational revelation. He tried to picture Nancy and himself in a swappers' club, and concluded that he would punch the nose of the fist club members who laid a hand on her.
"Well, nature made sex pleasurable," Tracy persisted. "You can't deny that. Marriage didn't originate in nature; man created it. I won't deny that it works pretty well in some respects, but in other respects it doesn't. That's where swapping comes in. It bridges the gap between marriage and free sex, so that people can enjoy the advantages of both without paying the price which either would exact if you practiced it alone."
"But there must be a price," Bob insisted, "there always is. Nothing in life is entirely good or bad."
"Maybe it depends on the people. Maybe some can handle it and some can't. But I think every young married couple ought to give swapping a try, just to see whether they take to it or not. If it works out, they can swap all their lives ... and have a great many more kicks than their squaresville neighbors. If not, they can revert to monogamy, and no harm has really been done."
"I suppose," Bob admitted.
"Very often, a couple gets started swapping when they find out that both of them have been screwing around on the side. Then, if they have the opportunity, they figure it would be a lot neater and more comfortable-and, yes, more fun-if they were to take their extra kicks together, with the same group of people, at the same time."
"Well ... sure ... if both the husband and wife have been screwing around...."
This was the moment when Tracy wanted Rex and Nancy to appear in the room.
As things worked out, the other couple wasn't more than two seconds behind schedule. Rex had experienced a little difficulty in convincing Nancy, after they were both nude, that she should go with him into the adjoining bedroom so he could "show her something." She saw what she wanted right there, standing out from his crotch like a blooming Tower of Pisa ... tilt and all. But finally she agreed to accompany him.
He led her into the bathroom, then pushed the far door open and shoved her into the master bedroom.
"Bob!" she screamed.
"Nancy!" he helped, sitting up in bed.
Rex laughed, and Tracy said, "Bob, this is my husband, Rex. Rex, this is Nancy's husband, Bob. Now that we all know one another, let's ball together, what do you say?"
What could Bob and Nancy say, except yes?
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was their first swap party, and four couples were there-the Wallaces, the Packards, a black couple named Clo and Rod Williams, and Bob and Nancy.
The festivities of the evening began with a game which Laura proposed. She had gotten the idea from her experience with Charley Springer.
"All right," she said, "here's what we're going to do-all the men will undress first, and they'll line up at one side of the room. Then we girls will take our clothes off slowly and as teasingly as we can. The object of the game will be for the men to try to keep their cocks from getting hard. The last guy to get a hard-on will be the winner, and hell have his pick of the women for tonight."
"Laura, you're a real dum-dum!" Tracy exclaimed. "What good is a party like this without stiff pricks?"
The exotic Negro girl, who had voluptuous breasts and hips and a poutingly beautiful face, shouted her agreement.
"Now don't get pissed off!" Laura said. "Goodness knows, I like a good stiff rod as well as the rest of you chicks, and the boys will be stiff enough when we're ready for them, don't worry. But this will let us see which man can control himself best."
Finally everyone agreed, and the men moved to one side of the room while the girls remained seated.
Bob's nervousness showed in the rosy tinge of his cheeks. But he went along without protest. He and Nancy had agreed that they would give the swap club, and all its far-out activities, a fair test. Then they would decide if they wanted to continue to swap or now.
He undressed with the rest of the men.
It was apparent to everyone, after they all had their clothes off, that the black man was the best hung of the lot. His pecker dangled long and thick, even when it was soft. Bob's showed up well as far as length went, though it was shorter than Rod's. Dave and Rex were about equal in third place.
There were lewd remarks and a lot of laughing, particularly after the girls started to strip. Someone put on an album of stripper-type music, and it was a humorous as well as erotic sight to watch the four women try to emulate Lili St. Cyr.
The men did pretty well in keeping their physical reactions under control while dresses and blouses and skirts were removed. But as soon as the bras began to go and hobbling bare titties went on display, the boys' rods started to gather mass and stiffen out.
Bob developed a full-fl-edged hard-on first. Rather than being ashamed, he was actually rather proud of himself ... though embarrassed, too.
The girls cheered him.
Clo said, "Man, you got yourself a pretty good sticker!"
Dave's came up when the first patch of pussy hair was revealed. Then Rex got hard. Rod was the last to develop a full erection, and it was a magnificent thing-the black shaft thick and straight as a post as it shoved out and upward from his kinky dark loins, the head on it red as a tomato and nearly as large, but by no means as soft.
Rod had his choice of the women, and he took luscious blonde Nancy.
Bob felt a sharp twinge of anger, but he suppressed it. After all, he had agreed to the game.
Somebody yelled, "Take her right here. We want to watch."
Rod was willing. Nancy, seemed very embarrassed, but there was nothing she could do.
An area in the center of the room was cleared, and the couple got down on the rug.
Rod expressed a preference for dog fashion, and he asked Nancy if she minded.
"No," she said weakly, and positioned herself on hands and knees, her luscious titties hanging down.
The extremely well-built black man approached her from the rear. His huge hands lightly caressed her pale, beautiful buttocks, and the effect of black on creamy white added to the erotic impact.
He bent and kissed one of her upthrust buttocks. Nancy quivered, and there were oh's and ah's from the group looking on.
Rod pinched both butt cheeks gently and spread them apart. Nancy arched her back, exposing her genitals entirely. He moved up, his immense cock quivering.
He let the head of that masculine marvel slide gently along her hair-fringed groove until it reached the right port of entry. Feeling it against her cunt gave Nancy a wild new sensation which quickly made her ready for Rod's penetration.
He held his cock in his hand and moved it a little, nuzzling her pussy lips with its massive head, gently gaining entry through her vulva. When he was himself positioned correctly for the thrust which would take him up into her inner channel, he asked, "You ready, baby?"
"Ves!" she breathed passionately. "Shove it!"
Shove he did, and she squealed with delight to feel such a massive prick in her body.
Bob watched with rapt interest. Strangely, he wasn't resentful now. He was fascinated by the extreme eroticism of the spectacle.
As Rod began to pump his powerful tool in and out, Nancy rotated her hips. He fell forward against her back and reached underneath to play with her tits with one hand while he tickled and stroked her quivering little clit with the other.
Hardly anything was said by the people who stood around watching. All of them were mesmerized. The men's cocks stood rigidly at attention. The women's pussies throbbed in vicarious delight.
Rod finished Nancy in that position, pumping fiercely in and out of her cunt as he pinched and rolled her clit and milked at her swollen nipples. She quaked and sobbed as she came. He growled and threw his hips forward, squirting his sperm deeply into her.
The couples now paired off to go to different rooms, and the choice was by lots, as they often did it.
Bob got Laura; Nancy got Rex this time; Dave paired with Clo, and Rod with Tracy.
Bob and Laura enjoyed themselves a great deal. She guided him to go down on her, then gave him the same treatment in return. He asked if he could start the screwing dog fashion, and she agreed. They finished the mama-and-papa way, with Laura on her back and Bob atop her.
After the party, as they were driving home, Bob and Nancy compared notes.
"Well, did you have a good time?" he asked. "Yes," she answered simply.
"How did you feel about doing it with the black man?"
"How did you feel about it?" she returned, watching him closely.
"I resented it at first," Bob admitted. "And then I didn't. Finally I had to admire him-he was damned good, and very well hung."
"Did you enjoy Laura?" she asked.
"Of course," he said.
"Do you want to go to any more of those parties?"
He considered the question for only a few moments, then said. "Yes. I don't think we've given them an adequate trial yet."
Nancy agreed.
Their next experience was a weekend up in the mountains. One of the club members owned a lodge, and three couples made the trip. They agreed in advance who would sleep with whom.
Bob got Helen Vaughn. Nancy slept with an attractive man named Harry Elmore. Mrs. Elmore, a very sharp platinum blonde, shared a bed with Art Vaughn.
Helen kept Bob busy all night.
She liked the top position, and she kept scrambling astride him. After the second go, she had to use her mouth on his penis each time to get him into condition for another romp. The technique never failed, and they made it six times before they got dressed the next morning.
In comparing notes later, Nancy reported that she had worn out her date in two sessions and had let him sleep.
"Now how do you feel about swapping?" Bob asked when they were alone. "Do you want to do it any more or not?"
"Bob ... I don't know," she admitted thoughtfully. "It's good, and yet it isn't. I have to admit the variety is interesting, but I seem to have a let-down feeling afterward."
"There's always a let-down after sex," he said. "No. I'm not talking about just the physical effect. There's a mental ... maybe you could call it a spiritual let-down."
"A sense of guilt?" he queried.
"No, not that. I don't feel guilty about it. I've outgrown that foolishness. It's just that sex doesn't seem to have the wholeness any more that it used to have. When I do it with somebody else, it's only physical ... almost like masturbation."
"I see what you mean."
She looked at him closely. "Do you have that feeling too?"
"A little," he admitted. "Does it bother you?"
"I don't know. I think we ought to stay in the club a little longer, until we're both really sure. Maybe we'll get over the aftereffects, in which case we can go on living this way. Otherwise, we'll know once and for all that this sort of thing isn't for us."
"All right, Bob. Whatever you say." She slid close to him in the car and look hold of his arm.
Their next experience was a really wild affair at the home of a couple of members they hadn't met before. It was a larger party, there was more drinking, and the host insisted that all sex take place in the huge living room, with everyone participating at the same time.
The floor quickly turned into a fantastic sea of wiggling, tossing flesh, with people ministering to more than one partner at the same time, and being fondled in return by more than one person.
For instance, Nancy was pulled atop a recumbent man who fitted his cock up into her pussy while a second man tongued her anus and a third forced his long rigid pecker into her mouth.
Bob had a woman crouching atop him, facing his feet. He vigorously poked up into her cunt, and she wiggled and slid up and down on his stick while she sucked the penis of a man who knelt at Bob's feet. While they were in the midst of this, a second woman straddled Bob's chest and offered him her sopping snatch to kiss. As far as he knew, she might have been sucking some man's pecker next to his head.
It was wild, and the let-down afterward was even more pronounced than on the previous occasions.
Bob and Nancy reserved judgment that night when they got home. They were both too tired and, after bathing thoroughly, tumbled into bed with hardly a word exchanged between them.
In the morning, Bob woke up first. He made his way to the kitchen, put the coffee on, then returned to the bedroom to awaken his wife.
When she was sitting up and looking at him, her hair charmingly tousled and one shoulder strap of her nightie sliding down her arm, he asked, "Well, baby, what do you think? Do you want to go to the club's next party or now?"
She looked him right in the eyes. "You know what I want to do, really?"
"No. Tell me."
"I want to make love with my handsome husband right now."
"Hey...." he said, his voice turning a little husky. "That sounds like it just might be a pretty good idea."
He slowly drew the covers back to reveal her beautiful golden legs and the ruffles at her lap where her nightie ended, covering but not concealing her luxuriant tangle of soft blonde curls.
The sight aroused him immediately, and he backed up on the bed so he could pull her baby-doll panties away. Nancy spread her thighs.
He gazed at the luscious pussy and exclaimed, "Goddamn it, why is it all right for me to eat other women at these cockeyed parties we go to, and all right for you to go down on other men, but we can't seem to bring ourselves to do it with each other?"
"Oh, Bob! I've been wanting you to suggest it ever since the day we had that awful fuss. I haven't dared bring it up since then. But I want you to know, my attitude has completely changed."
He grinned all over. "So has mine, baby! So has mine!"
With that he dived for her, spreading her legs as wide as he could and bringing his hungry mouth smack against her pouting pussy. His lips forced her vaginal lips apart, and he delved with his eager tongue.
Nancy wrapped her legs around his bobbing, twisting head and spasmodically bumped her pelvis against him as he ate his fill.
Next it was her turn, and he stretched out on his back to let her bend over him and take his rigid, throbbing penis into her warm, mobile mouth.
She sucked and licked him for quite a while, until he simply couldn't stand it a moment longer, then he gripped her firmly by the shoulders, throwing her off him and onto her back.
As he swung atop her, she opened her thighs very wide to receive him, and his slick, rigid prick slid smoothly all the way into her delightful cunt.
"Darling!" she cried, wrapping her arms and legs about him. "I want you to take me hard. Really screw me! Oh, daddy screw me good!"
He gave her everything he had, first using long steady strokes that powered all the way to her womb, then switching to short rapid jabs that imparted constant intense titillation to her tingling clit. His rhythm accelerated, and she pounded up to him, going faster and faster. Finally she screamed and had a wonderful, clasping, quaking climax which made him drive deep and expel his charge in ecstatic bursts that sent shudders through his whole body and made him groan with delight.
Afterward he reminded her. "You didn't give me your answer about the club."
"No, I didn't, did I?" she replied as she nestled nude in the curve of his strong arm, her back snuggled against his chest. "What answer to you want me to give you?" she asked carefully.
He idly toyed with her tits. "I don't want to say. I want you to be the one to tell me."
"Promise not to be angry?"
"I promise."
She took a deep breath and told him, "I want to quit the club for good and all."
"Oh, baby, I was hoping you'd say that!" he exclaimed, and turned her so that her lovely soft breasts were jammed against his naked torso.
He asked, "What do we need a club like that for when we've got all the action that either one of us needs or can handle right here in this bed, every night and morning of the week?"
"Every night and morning?" she squealed. "Oh, Bob, that would be heavenly!"
They kissed, after which he turned her onto her back once more and took his position between her spread upthrust thighs.
His rod was rigidly erect for the second time that morning, and he tilted it toward her moist, inviting pussy.
"This is it from now on, baby," he said as he prepared to enter her.
"This is all I'll ever want," she assured him. He rammed his hips down and forward, spearing his seven inches slickly into the slippery channel of her cunt. They screwed ecstatically.
