Sarah Williams let her eyes flicker slowly open as though awakening from a dream. She could hardly believe what had just happened to her, but there was no denying the truth of it, all the same. She knew she was lying naked on the rumpled bed, her legs spread wide apart, her arms limp, her body exhausted, and thin rivulets of male semen clinging stickily to the insides of her well-rounded thighs. Mesmerized by a kind of hypnotic disbelief, the young blonde was watching her next-door neighbor, Ralph Davis, slipping into his undershorts. as though he were simply getting dressed to go to work.
In spite of the slight middle-aged paunch that had developed around his belly, he still looked healthy and vigorous, his chest broad and hairy, his arms thick and muscular. It was hard to believe that his penis which had been so long and heavy only moments ago was now drooping limply between his legs, and her eyes fixed on it in fascination. It was all so incredible -incredible that he had done this to her in broad daylight, and in her own home too!
By now Ralph had slipped into his trousers, hoisting them up and fastening his belt, then reaching for his shirt at the foot of the bed. A triumphant grin on his face, he gazed appreciatively at his young twenty-three year old neighbor sprawled on the bed, light and shadow playing on her voluptuous naked flesh. He'd had to force himself on her at first, but she had come around quicker than anything he would have expected, and he was proud of himself. But he wasn't a complete heel; he really appreciated the way she'd put out for him, and he knew they would be getting together again before long.
"Sweetheart, you were beautiful," he complimented her. "I never thought it would be this good."
He could see her adjusting herself against the pillows, her eyes on him all the time, and he wished she would say something, something to break the ice and indicate that she was relaxed enough to have appreciated what had happened. But he could tell what she was thinking - a young kid like her, a hippie type who'd just moved into the neighborhood. Hell, there was supposed to be a sexual revolution going on, but from the way she'd reacted at first she must not have been screwed for a good many months. Once the initial resistance was gone, she'd turned on like a she-devil and pumped him for everything he was worth. Damn right, he was going to see her again - as soon as possible.
"Listen, it was great," he laughed, knotting his tie. "Just don't you worry about a thing. You enjoyed it too, right?"
Winking at her, he picked up his sport coat, slung it over his shoulder and made his way out of the bedroom, leaving her naked and motionless on the bed, and wondering what in. the world she was thinking and how she was taking the matter.
Sarah heard his dull footsteps on the thick carpeting as he headed downstairs to the front door and wished that he could have had the sense to at least leave by the back way. But what did it matter if the neighbors saw him. The only thing that mattered was the masterful release from frustration that he had afforded her. She couldn't believe how it had all happened. She couldn't believe that it was really she who had allowed herself to be taken by this man, this neighbor whom she had known for only a few weeks. And yet she was grateful. God, how she was grateful.
Tilting her head back and gazing up at the ceiling, she forced herself to remember the events that had led up to today. Where had he first noticed her? In the garden? Outside on the street? What kind of sign had she given to let him know that she was desperate for the company of a man other than her husband? Was it something in her eyes that had told him she was available, that she would do anything he wanted? She knew nothing about him really, except that he lived next door, that his wife, a prim dark-haired woman, worked as a female business executive in a stockbrokerage firm and that his wife's sister also lived with them. She knew that he was a successful businessman of some sort, but other than this she knew nothing. Had his eyes been on her for a long while, she wondered? But what did it matter. What had happened was bound to happen.
In no way could the young wife proclaim her total innocence in the matter. Obviously he had been planning to use her for a long time, but likewise she had been ready to be used and had not resisted his sudden audacious advances. Her thoughts went back to the morning.
With the first buzz of the alarm, she had jumped up from bed to wake Jed from a sound sleep. She had kissed him gently on the forehead, and once sure that he was stirring, had gone down to the kitchen to fix a breakfast of granola and orange juice, the same breakfast the two of them had eaten since their marriage six months ago.
Knowing that her husband wouldn't be down for at least twenty minutes or so, she had gone out to the backyard and clandestinely lit a cigarette, hoping that Jed would not chance to look out the window and see what she was doing. Perhaps it was then that Ralph had seen her and gotten his ideas about making advances. Perhaps he knew that she was forced to smoke in the garden so that her husband wouldn't see her, and concluded from this that she was a frustrated and unhappy young wife But no, he'd obviously been observing her long before today. What then had made today the day that he decided to spring on her? Straining her memory, she recalled that after crushing out her cigarette, she went back into the kitchen and washed her mouth out in the sink, hoping that Jed would not catch a hint of smoke on her breath. He would be down any minute, and if he realized that she'd been smoking, he would be terribly angry.
Fortunately, when he did come down, everything was all right. He suspected nothing.
"Well, another beautiful day," he said, seating himself at the kitchen table. "You planning on working in the garden? Those tomatoes could use some water."
"Yes, I thought I would. There doesn't seem to be much to do except work in the garden."
"You're not complaining, are you? When we were on the farm, you complained there was too much to do."
"No, I'm not complaining," she said sullenly as she served up their meal.
They ate in silence, and fifteen minutes later, Jed had departed to go out on his route, while she cleaned up the dishes and sorted them away in the cabinet. How ironic it was, she thought. All along, she had been the one who'd wanted to move away from the farm, so Jed had bought into a suburban community with modern amenities like color television, and a dishwasher and dryer. True, in the beginning, she had shared her husband's dream of organic farming, but one rough winter of six-foot snows in northern Pennsylvania had completely discouraged her, and she had persuaded Jed to move into a more civilized region - Lakewood Glen some twenty-five miles outside of Philadelphia.
He would never have gone along with the idea had it not been for the good job offered by a nationwide health food firm, a job which offered a good income and also allowed Jed to do more or less what he wanted - carry the gospel of health foods to small retail outlets in four adjoining counties. In a way it was the best of both worlds. Jed had a good income, and she was living in a civilized way in a decent home with modern conveniences. It was funny, then, that her husband should be adapting better than she to the change that she had suggested making to begin with.
Once he'd left that morning and she'd finished her chores, Sarah went out in the backyard for a second cigarette, and it was then that she had the strange feeling that someone was watching her. It was almost a mystical feeling, and she could feel goosebumps rising on her skin as she gazed at the hedge separating their lawn from the Davises' across the way. It was a strange fleeting feeling, kind of an omen, which, if she'd paid heed to it, would have prepared her for the strange things that were to follow. Dismissing it from her mind, however, she set to work, watering the geraniums, doing some weeding, and even trimming the hedge. An hour or so later she returned to the kitchen to wash up, and that was when she noticed Ralph Davis standing at the doorway looking silently in on her.
She turned to face him and gasped, but as he smiled, her fear melted away instantly.
"You know me, of course," he said with supreme self-confidence, grinning casually at her.
"Y-yes, of course," she stammered, caught off guard. "You're from next door. Your name is Ralph Davis, isn't it?"
"That's right," he said, stepping inside. "I thought I would introduce myself formally anyway. I took the day off, and my wife's not home, so I thought I'd stop over."
"Oh well, have a seat. Would you like some coffee or something?"
"No, but thanks anyway. I just came over for a chat."
Without asking permission, he seated himself at the kitchen table and looked up at her as she wiped her hands dry on a dish towel.
"I see your husband leaves early."
"Yes, he has a lot of driving to do."
"A salesman? Funny, he doesn't look like a salesman with that long hair of his."
There was a tone of smugness that irritated the young girl, and she felt compelled to defend her husband.
"He's a very good salesman as a matter of fact. He sells a line of health foods."
The older man nodded appreciatively.
"Hell, I bet he makes good money. Twenty years ago, only the lunatic fringe ate health foods. Now everybody does it. Sounds like good business. You eat that stuff too?"
"Yes," Sarah said somewhat abruptly. "We both believe in it."
"Well, it must do you some good. You both look pretty healthy. I bet your husband doesn't drink, does he?"
He said it with an easy laugh that made the nervous blonde relax immediately, and she found herself warming to him. It was a nice break in an otherwise average day.
"Would you like to try some of our food?" she joked. "It might do you good."
"Sure, why not?"
It was eleven, not lunchtime yet, but she prepared some sandwiches with whole grain bread and organic vegetables, and the two of them sat down at the kitchen table to eat. Just two hours later, she found herself naked in bed with her older next door neighbor mounted on top of her. It seemed so strange, so unreal. Again she tried to retrace the steps leading eventually up to the bedroom. They were finished eating .
"Well, that was damn good," Ralph said, slapping his belly. "I thought all health foods were tasteless, but I guess I was wrong. Tell me something, what are you two doing in a neighborhood like this? It seems like you're the kind of people who'd like to live in a commune somewhere in the country."
"We did, for about four months," Sarah said, trying to conceal her embarrassment. "But - well - we just didn't make out."
"I could tell you two were having some troubles," Davis said knowingly with a perceptiveness that actually startled Sarah. What had she said to give him that idea? And how had he sensed the depths of the troubles between them, for indeed he had sensed it almost instinctively. As she removed the dishes from the table and bent over the kitchen sink, he came up behind her and began stroking her curly hair, making her freeze in place. There was no denying what he was after from this point on, but neither was she able to resist him. Relaxed, sure of himself, he grasped her shoulders and turned her around toward him, and before she knew what was happening, he was pulling her body close to his and suddenly crushing his mouth against her open lips.
Why had she been so willing? Why had she been unable to fight him off? Was it the strange excitement of his presence, the desperate need to enjoy sex without any of the puritanical restrictions that her own husband imposed on her? Thinking back on it, Sarah rationalized that she had not thought about it one way or the other. It had simply happened, and she hadn't objected, but neither had she responded in such a way as to lead him on.
She could feel Ralph's strong arms dropping to her waist, his hands tightening on her hips. He seemed so much more powerful, so much more commanding than Jed, as though he knew what he was doing every step of the way. He kissed her gently, his lips on hers, his tongue slowly insinuating itself into her unprotesting mouth. She tried half-heartedly to push him away, but his grip was too strong, and she had to give up. There was nothing to do but relax and enjoy it as his tongue pierced the depths of her mouth and sent strange tingling sensations to the farthest reaches of her body.
Suddenly, she could feel a pang of conscience and she pushed his shoulders away, turning her face to the side.
"Hey, relax, sweetheart," he chided her. "I could tell all along that that husband of yours isn't enough to handle a spunky gal like you." . Brushing her protests aside, he slipped his lips down against her neck and began nibbling at her tender skin. Though she tried again to break his powerful grip, she found herself powerless to do so. She couldn't! She couldn't even voice a protest as he suddenly hoisted her up and carried her upstairs to the bedroom. Why hadn't she screamed to summon the entire neighborhood, why hadn't she clawed his face with her fingernails? She tried to comfort herself with the excuse that Ralph Davis was too strong, but she knew that wasn't the whole truth. She had wanted him, she had wanted the first man that would come along to take her. And there was no denying it!
He let her down softly on the bed and straddled her thighs, bending forward until his mouth clamped on hers and his tongue slid warmly in between her teeth once again. He almost suffocated her, breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring as his tongue worked wetly inside her mouth.
"N-no, please no!" she whimpered, squirming beneath him on the mattress. Somehow, he had managed to undress her, lifting her Mexican peasant smock up over her shoulders until she was quiveringly naked before him, and he was up hurriedly, stripping away his clothes and throwing them in a careless pile on the floor. She made one desperate attempt to escape, pivoting her legs off the bed and lunging toward the bedroom door, but he caught her by the waist and threw her back down again.
He locked her in place, his knees sinking into the bed on either side of her hips, his hands clasped tightly around her wrists. His desire-swollen penis jutted out hard and stiff between his legs and pressed hotly against the trembling flesh of her naked belly as he hovered menacingly over her. She could feel the weight of his body on top of her as his tongue slavered over the voluptuous upthrust of her breasts, curling and flicking at her defensively stiffening nipples until they stood out hard and tingling with unbearable arousal.
The hopelessness of her situation completely overwhelmed the gasping blonde wife. Even if she screamed for help, who would come to her rescue? There was no way she could protect herself. She tried to break her arms free and scratch at her bold neighbor's face, but he held her immobile, her arms high up above her head, her hands locked together and pressed against the headboard.
"Damn, you got nice tits," he breathed obscenely, his eyes glazed as they fixed on her nakedly struggling body.
She couldn't remember when the excitement first hit her, but lying now with the residing sensation in her vagina, she was sure it had been later when she had managed to relax and stop the struggle Once he came up for air, and she begged him to stop, but her every squirming seemed only to excite him more. He forced her legs apart with his muscular thighs and then shoved the head of his throbbing cock in between her open and defenseless thighs, bringing a squeal of terror from deep in her chest.
He filled her mouth completely with his tongue then drove his penis with slow insistence into her tensely resisting vagina. Unready as she was, Sarah felt as though it were killing her, as though he were impaling her like a piece of meat on his skewering cock. Never had her own husband probed that deeply, never had he hurt her so much. But then, never had he excited her in this lewd way, either!
With a sudden jerk, Davis thrust himself inside her, splitting her legs wider apart and bringing a gasp of surprise from her lips. The pain spewed through her insides and seemed to vibrate to the outermost extremities of her body. She moaned and tried to-squirm out from under him, but it was useless as he ground heavily against her, stifling her desperate protests, and crushing her under the weight of his body.
She felt his soft hair-covered balls bouncing against her sensitive anus with his every jerk forward, and in just a matter of minutes her anxiety had turned to pleasure. She felt his throbbing hardness penetrating the depths of her love-starved vagina, sending rippling waves of pleasure spreading outward from the center of her loins. Never before had she experienced such heightened desire as she was undergoing now, and she knew there was no stopping the tide of desire that was sweeping over her. Her legs suddenly responded with a will of their own, snaking up around the small of his back, her heels pressing into his thighs. Spurred on by her seeming acquiescence, Davis released her hands, and even though she had wanted to claw at his face only moments ago, she now desperately craved his lips against her breasts.
Sensing her willingness, Ralph slowly began fucking in and out between her legs, building the fires of lust within her body with each slow and rhythmic stroke. She began to move with him, matching her rhythm to his involuntarily, hating herself for giving in like this, hating her neighbor because he had audaciously forced his way into her house and conquered her against her will and judgment. But already it was too late; he'd broken the dam within her and now all that was left was to enjoy the carnal pleasure his hard-driving penis was giving her.
"Aaawwwwgh. God!" she groaned up into his mouth "You're so hard!"
Urged on by her lustful incantations, he hooked her knees in his arms and bent her legs back against her naked breasts, moving his cock slowly in and out of her liquid vagina in preparation for the final furious attack that was to come. She gasped with each of his heated male thrusts, her full pink lips baring back over her teeth, tongues of fire searing her inner loins. And as he plunged in hard, he kissed and bit her lust-rigid nipples with his mouth until she felt she could stand it no longer. Her body churning with wild abandoned passion, she clung to him, pulling him down tight against her, her back arching off the bed as he thrust his cock into her cunt.
Waves of illicit fire blazed through her belly as her passions raged out of control and her mind drifted away on a sea of uncontrolled hedonism. She was amazed at herself for being able to go so far with a perfect stranger who had simply walked into her house and seduced her. Amazed that he seemed to know in advance that she would respond to him! But there was no - turning back now. She had committed herself and was obligated to follow through.
His blood-heavy penis jabbed into her lubricated cunt like a fast-jerking spear, going deeper and deeper inside with each thrust and opening her inner flesh wide to his adulterous assault. He moved like a horny animal, his breath coming in fast gasps as he ground down on her belly, his muscles suddenly tightening and his throat emitting a carnal groan. Suddenly she felt his cock shudder inside her. spewing its white-hot cum deep inside her quivering belly as she squirmed shamefully beneath him, her blonde head flailing from side to side against the mattress. His hips trembled and jerked, his teeth bit into her neck, and suddenly with the last spurt of his semen, he collapsed on top of her and rested there to regain his breath.
In just a few seconds his spent cock began to soften and then he withdrew slowly from the hot wet sheath of her vagina, exhaling as he held himself over her prostrate body. A thin trail of wet white secretions dribbled warmly down the insides of Sarah's open thighs as he rolled off and lay alongside her, his chest heaving slowly, a smile flickering across his face. God, she remembered thinking to herself. It was too incredible to be true. She had been fucked by her next door neighbor, an older man, a stranger, fucked in her own bed, and she'd actually enjoyed it, no matter how much she wanted to pretend that she hadn't!
Her memory at this point rushed forward to the present, and she was back again to the point where Ralph Davis was calmly getting dressed and bidding her goodbye, leaving her nakedly despoiled on the cum-streaked bed.
There was nothing the young blonde wanted to do now but forget, and this she attempted by closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. It seemed as though she had slept only five minutes or so, but it must have been longer, for when she awoke again, she could hear the voice of her husband speaking to her from the foot of the bed.
"Sarah7" Jed whispered down at her. "Are you all right?"
She did not answer, but merely turned her head into the soft pillows against the bedstead, her eyelids clenched tightly shut. She hadn't thought of him at all since that morning, and now he was suddenly here in her presence speaking to her, but what could she possibly say? How could she explain her nakedness.
"Did you hear me?" he said "What's wrong? Why are you on the bed like this?"
Again she did not bother to reply, but merely nodded her head as if to simply acknowledge his presence. She watched as he removed his corduroy sport coat and hung it up in the closet, then undid his shirt and folded it neatly before he placed it in the dresser drawer. Plumping down on a chair in one corner of the room, he took off his shoes and socks, stuck them neatly away and returned to the bedside dressed only in his undershirt and shorts.
"Sarah, this seems very odd," he said. "It's five o'clock and you're in bed, completely in the nude. Are you feeling all right?"
"Yes, I'm feeling all right," she hissed vehemently. "Why shouldn't I be?"
"Well, I've never seen you like this before. You have a strange look in your eyes."
"Maybe I'm crazy," she said sarcastically.
"I thought you'd be working in the garden. Did you water the tomatoes?"
"Yes, I watered them. I sprayed the hose on them for an hour."
"An hour? That's certainly more than enough. What else did you do today?"
"Stop asking me questions and get in bed. Can't you see I've been waiting for you to get home," Sarah said, her eyes flashing at him. He looked at her strangely, as though he could hardly believe what he was hearing.
"Sarah, what are you talking about? It's only five o'clock in the evening. I think there must be something wrong with you "
"There's nothing wrong with me at all. Is it so strange that I want you to take your clothes off and get in bed with me? Do you think I'm insane or something?"
She said it, all the while trying to force back the tears that threatened to cloud her eyes. It was almost hopeless trying to get Jed to break his rigid routine. She could see that he was completely baffled and didn't know what to make of her offer, but at the same time, she wanted him to do something spontaneously, to just rip his clothes off and take her as Ralph Davis had done earlier. Why was he so prim and proper? Why did he always have to do things according to schedule?
"Jed, please, don't you understand? I want you to make love with me. Now."
His brow wrinkled and he looked at her with uncomprehending eyes.
"Sarah, you can't be serious. It's broad daylight. This isn't time to make love. I'm hungry. I need some dinner first."
"Oh God," she sighed. "Can't you forget about your schedule just once? After all, we aren't living on a farm anymore."
At this his puzzled eyes suddenly took on a look of indignation, as though she had just delivered a mortal insult. He turned and headed to the dresser drawer, slipping into a pair of jeans and a baggy sweater.
"I'm hungry," he said. "And I expected dinner to be ready. After all, I've spent a hard day at work ..."
Tugging down on his sweater, he walked out of the room, and Sarah sat up in bed, trying to overcome the strange sensations that had overwhelmed her only hours ago. Fighting her dizziness she stood up and began to dress in an effort to reassume her wifely duties as though nothing strange and unexpected had intervened in her day ... as though she hadn't committed adultery that very morning. For a moment she was tempted to call her husband back into the bedroom, but she knew it would be hopeless trying to convince him that they should make love.
He was too set in his ways, even at the age of twenty-four, and nothing she could do would break him of the rigid routine that he had allowed himself to be molded into. When they were living on the farm he had risen every day at six to feed the animals, and promptly at eight in the evening right after dinner he had gone to bed. What was worse he had carried over these same routines into the suburban community where they'd been living for the past few months, and it seemed completely futile even to try to break him of his long-established habits.
At this point Sarah almost wished that he'd seen the traces of cum smeared across her thighs, but, of course, he'd been completely oblivious to that, and the idea angered her no end. Nevertheless, she thought it best to take a shower first before heading downstairs to the kitchen to prepare their dinner. After all, she wasn't ready to spring startling surprises on him yet . . . that would have to wait.
In the shower she lathered herself with soap and turned on the hot water full blast until it rained down on her with its relentless spray, cleansing her skin and relaxing her muscles. She massaged the suds into her skin vigorously, turning around and around until she felt clean and smooth. Then she stepped out and toweled herself dry. She felt now that some of her purity was restored, and returning to the bedroom she dressed, still experiencing an echoing throb in her vagina from the fucking she had undergone.
A few moments later, she descended to the living room where her husband was reading the evening paper, and with hardly a glance at him passed to the kitchen, where she began preparing their evening meal. He was waiting for his carrot juice, she knew, and she brought it to him without speaking a word, returning to the stove once again It was Wednesday, and every Wednesday they ate vegetable stew topped with wheat germ. Normally she would have started preparing the meal in the early afternoon, but thanks to their neighbor's unexpected intrusion, the dinner would be late today, though it was not a thing that could be helped. Jed would just have to learn how to adjust his schedule from now on. She was sick and tired of catering to him hand and foot as she'd done since they were married.
"Aren't we eating at the usual time?" he asked, with barely a glance in her direction as she entered the dining room to set the table.
"I'm afraid it's going to be later tonight."
"Later? What do you mean? What time?"
"When it's ready, it will be ready," she said with finality, storming back out to the kitchen, noting the surprised expression on his face. It served him right. After all, who was he to expect that he should be treated like a king? She felt perversely gratified when he suddenly rose from the living room chair and came after her.
"Now wait a minute, just what's going on here?" he demanded angrily.
"I wish you would stop treating me like some kind of slave," she turned on him, surprised at her own forcefulness. "Maybe something out of the ordinary happened today. Maybe I don't feel well."
"You must not be feeling well - lying naked on the bed like that. Why didn't you make some herbal tea? You can't give in to sickness, you know, Sarah."
"Why don't you just leave me alone for once," she screamed at him, slamming the cupboard door violently after she'd retrieved the jar of wheat germ.
"Sarah, you're acting very strange," he persisted. "Now suppose we just sit down and talk about things. I think you should get off your chest exactly what's bothering you."
"All right, I'll tell you what's bothering me, Jed - sex. Sex! Do you understand that?"
At first he recoiled as though he'd been shot, and then he regrouped his thoughts, calmly pulling out one of the kitchen chairs for her to sit down as though she were some sort of invalid who deserved solicitous care.
"Sarah, what exactly do you mean by that? You're not acting yourself at all tonight."
"Tell me something, Jed. Are you satisfied with our sex life?" The words tumbled out of her mouth automatically without her realizing beforehand what she was going to say, and she was almost as surprised as her husband at the question she'd posed.
"Satisfied? Why, of course I'm satisfied. We have a very healthy sex life as far as I'm concerned. What's wrong with you anyway, Sarah?"
Suddenly her anger drained away as she realized that it was hopeless talking to him. "Oh, never mind," she said. "I guess I just had a bad day. Forget that I even brought the subject up."
"I'll tell you what. Since you seem to be out of sorts, why don't we go out to dinner tonight? Anywhere you like."
The offer took her completely by surprise, and she could hardly believe that he'd made it.
"Okay," she said before he could reconsider. "How about to the Bull and Barrel. I'd just love to have some of their roast beef. And I could use a drink too."
She could see him swallowing hard at the thought of eating in a regular commercial restaurant and noticed the almost stunned look on his face when she mentioned that she needed a drink, but after all he had made the offer and she was merely taking him up on it. The only time they'd gone to dinner before was at a health food restaurant in Philadelphia.
"All right," he agreed finally. "But we'll have to drink plenty of spring water tonight to wash ourselves out."
Sarah, however, did not let this last remark dampen her enthusiasm, and she hurried up to the bedroom to dress, choosing a low-cut blue cocktail dress which she'd bought for a special occasion and had not yet worn. Twenty minutes later as the two of them were in the car and just heading out of the driveway, Ralph Davis pulled up his own drive parallel to theirs and waved in their direction, a big smile on his face as though nothing had happened between Sarah and him earlier in the day. Sarah felt her face grow warm and her whole body tremble with a kind of suppressed excitement.
"He seems like a nice man," Jed commented. "Except he's a little bit paunchy. Probably doesn't eat right." With that, he eased the car out into the street and headed toward the Bull and Barrel, a half hour's drive away.
Though Sarah was glad to be going out for a change, she found it difficult to speak during the ride, for her mind was awhirl with confused thoughts about what had happened during the day. She wished somehow that she could sort out her own feelings toward her next door neighbor who had so brazenly taken advantage of her. She told herself that she should hate him, but that in truth wasn't the emotion she was feeling at all. Instead, she realized that she was wishing that he would come back again.
She knew it was wrong, but something beyond her conscience had taken control of her will. Somehow she was sure that the next time he came, she wouldn't feel at all like screaming and fighting. In fact, she was certain that she would welcome him with open arms. Oh God, what had happened to her?
Chapter Two
Sarah ate heartily that night and even under her husband's watchful eyes had two drinks which she thoroughly enjoyed, and which in fact had made her slightly lightheaded and carefree. She felt better than she had in months, and even though her conscience told her it was wrong, she found her eyes wandering toward the men sitting alone at the bar, something which she'd never done before. The city was such a change from living in isolation on the farm and, in fact, it was even a change from being stuck in their suburban house day and night.
"Jed, we should do this more often. I'm really enjoying myself "
"I certainly hope we don't get sick," her husband said sulkily. "I think they used all kinds of chemicals on your steak to tenderize it." It was the kind of remark, which under other circumstances would have completely spoiled the evening for his blonde-haired wife, but tonight she simply let it pass, just feeling grateful that she had gotten outside the house for once.
Later that evening when they returned home, she felt herself growing warm with desire, in spite of Jed's continuing peevish mood, and while he showered for bed, she flung open the window and glanced out across the yard at the Davis house, trying to figure which bedroom might belong to Ralph and his wife. God, it had been so impulsive what they'd done today, and yet it had made her feel so vibrantly alive that she wished it would happen again and again. But, of course, she couldn't let it. That was adultery, and it would destroy her marriage and all her hopes for the future.
Returning from the window, she saw Jed in his undershorts doing his pushups, a nightly ritual that he adhered to faithfully. She brushed by him into the bathroom and stripped to gaze at herself in the mirror. What she saw reassured her and gave her self-confidence. She was tall and shapely with high-set well-formed breasts, full hips that flared out in a sensual curve and tapered down to her long elegant legs. As though to make sure that the image she saw in the mirror was related to something real, she began running her fingers lightly over her breasts, brushing the nipples until they swelled to hard little points.
Her hands glided down and across the flat surface of her stomach toward the blonde powder puff of her pussy, then along the outsides of her thighs, until suddenly she stopped and regained control of her self. Never before had she been so sensually aware of her body and its possibilities, and she owed it all to her older neighbor. If only somehow she could get her husband's mind off. the state of his health for a few minutes and onto the state of her body, then perhaps there might be some chance to begin building an interesting sex life. At any rate, she resolved to give it a try, and quickly stroking her curly hair with a brush, she entered the bedroom.
Jed was already in his bed - the one with the hard wooden board underneath the mattress. Stealthily she crept up and slid in beside him, moving her hand under the cover to let it gently rest on his stomach. Still, he made no move to indicate that he was aware of her presence. Lightly, with her fingertips, she began massaging his stomach, moving her hand back and forth across it in a smooth circular motion. But she started when without warning he abruptly sprang up to a sitting position and quickly flicked on the bedside lamp.
"Sarah, it's you. What are you doing over here on my bed? I thought it was a burglar."
"Shh, quiet Jed ... I just wanted ..."
"You mean to sleep with me? I wish you'd told me earlier. I'm going to be awfully tired in the morning if I don't get my full eight hours."
"Jed, just this once. Please, let's do it spontaneously. I promise I'll warn you the next time."
With a resigned sigh, Jed turned out the light but remained motionless on the bed, as Sarah pulled down the covers and nestled beside him.
"Well, aren't you going to take my negligee off?" she whispered.
"Yes," he sighed again. "All right." Obediently he lifted the hem of the garment up over her shoulders until she was resting naked beside him. he wondered whether she were having a nervous breakdown or something, the way she was acting today. Not that he really minded the idea of sex. It was just that he would have preferred his sleep tonight, and the time he had spent on the farm had accustomed him to regular hours which had carried over even since they'd moved. Suddenly he felt something very unusual - his wife's lips slowly circling around the head of his penis.
"Sarah, what are you doing?" lie protested suddenly, pushing her shoulders gently away. "You know I don't like that. If you're going to do that, then use a prophylactic."
This time it was Sarah's turn to sigh. How could he say he didn't like it, when his penis had responded so immediately, grown so thick and hard the minute she had pressed her lips to it? It was that stubborn health fetish of his which was preventing them from the full enjoyment of sex that they both deserved. No wonder she'd been unable to resist when Ralph Davis had invited himself into the house and simply taken advantage of her. Somehow, she had to bring her husband around. But how? He was young, but as the same time adamant and stuck in his ways like an old man. Reluctantly she released her fingers from around the thick throbbing base of his penis and turned over on her back, waiting for him to mount her in the same unimaginative position he always used.
She lay perfectly still as Jed arranged himself above her, her desire ebbing like water from a bursting dam. She felt his hard stiff cock inserting itself between her previously aroused vaginal lips, and then he began a slow mechanical fucking motion in and out, as though programmed by a computer. She almost hated him and his ridiculous concern for his health. If only she'd known about it before they were married . . . known that it would take on the proportions of fanaticism month by month, but how could she have foreseen that a harmless health food fad would carry over his preoccupation for hygiene into every area of their existence?
As he pumped in and out between her limply spread legs, she barely responded even though he was beginning to show some signs of emotion, breathing heavily through his flaring nostrils, his cock twitching slightly inside her, and then his hands reaching down to grasp her hips for leverage. In spite of her bitterness, though, she could feel herself reacting very slowly. Oh God, why couldn't he let himself go just once ... he was big and powerful and his cock was strong and hard. Why couldn't he just let some real feeling enter into it? But no, it was too late!
Suddenly he was cumming, squirting hot streaming jets of his semen deep into her anger-tightened belly, and then the moment he was finished, dismounting with a sigh and tumbling over onto his pillow. There was no use lingering, Sarah told herself. The mechanical marriage act was finished now, and she knew that any minute, once Jed thought she was safely asleep he would get up and go into the shower to wash off her germs - the germs he thought she had given to him. Sure enough, it happened exactly on schedule, and as she heard the shower water pouring down, tears choked Sarah's eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
God, what was going to happen to her if she stayed married to iiim for the rest of her life? Her childhood had been bad enough - growing up in a stern strict family that rarely displayed affection between themselves. She was starved for love and had hoped to find it in Jed, but everything had gone wrong. It was as though he had become a different person from the first day of their marriage on. The things she had liked about him - his concern for health and fresh air, his strong ideals, had somehow grown grotesque and perverted, until his fear of germs had reached a practically paranoid stage. Something drastic had to happen and happen quickly to turn him around and make him into a normal person once again. It was going to be difficult, she knew, for just as much as her parents were strict, Jed's own parents were even worse, his mother especially. Sarah knew this even though she had visited her husband's family home only once.
Jed's mother, Mrs. Williams was an imposingly tall woman with gaunt, sucked-in cheeks and an unforgiving look in her eyes. Sarah and Jed had returned for Thanksgiving dinner, and in front of the other members of the family, Mrs. Williams had ordered Jed to go immediately to the bathroom and wash his hands before eating. This when Jed was twenty-five years old. Not only that, but when he'd returned from the bathroom, she made him hold his hands out so that she could inspect them. Sarah had been horrified and would have respected her husband much more had he put up a fight against the domineering older woman. But he had meekly allowed himself to be bossed, and she had to admit that she had lost some respect for him from that point on.
Yes, she thought, his mother was at the root of his problems, and by the way he was behaving when it came to health matters, it was almost as though she were right in the house there with him. Something had to change Jed, Sarah was positive of that much. But who or what was going to do the changing? She had just about despaired of doing the job herself.
Chapter Three
The next morning Sarah wandered freely into the garden to smoke a cigarette, not caring whether Jed saw her or not. It was time to assert herself, she reasoned, and if her husband didn't want to go along with the changes she wanted to make, then they would eventually have to go their separate ways.
So daring was she in fact, that she re-entered the kitchen with the cigarette in hand just as her husband happened to come down for breakfast. When lie saw it, his jaw dropped in surprise.
"Sarah, what are you doing? Have you started smoking again? You haven't had a cigarette since we were married "
"Well, I have to do something to keep from going crazy, don't I?"
"I've been wondering about you lately. I think you should go to the doctor."
"I don"t need a doctor," she snapped. "I just need to get out somewhere. I thought since we moved here, we'd have more people to talk to, more things to do. Things haven't changed at all, though ..."
"Well, there are certainly a lot of neighbors around. You're free to talk to them any time you want. But you know very well that I don't care about making Smalltalk to people. I've just never been interested in that sort of thing ..."
Smalltalk, she thought to herself. If only he knew that her relationship with one neighbor at least had gone far beyond Smalltalk . . . She wondered what he would think, how he would react if he knew.
She could tell he wanted to change the subject, and suddenly he did, making an announcement that was totally unexpected.
"I was going to tell you last night, but I didn't get the chance. The company is sending me to Pittsburgh next week. They want me to break in a new salesman for western Pennsylvania."
"You mean, you'll be gone for the whole week?"
"That's right," he beamed. "It looks like they're grooming me for sales manager."
"That's wonderful, Jed, but you must have known about it for some time now."
"I did know about it for a few days, and as I said, I was going to tell you last night, but you didn't seem as though you were in a very good mood."
She could tell by his tone that he seemed annoyed she wasn't enthusiastic over his good fortune.
"I don't suppose there's any chance I could go with you?"
"I can't very well ask the company to pay your expenses as well as mine. Besides, Sarah, why would you want to see Pittsburgh?"
"Just to get out of the house for a while, can't you understand that, Jed?"
"Well what if you did come? Who would take care of the garden, then?"
"Oh, the garden, the garden. We could forget about the garden for a week. It's not really that long."
"Those plants have to be watered. They can't just be neglected. They're like people "
That was a funny thing for him to say, she mused. After all what had he been doing for months now, but neglecting her. Sometimes he was so thickheaded she could just kill him.
Sarah was so angry now that she almost wanted to tell him what she'd done with Ralph Davis, but somehow she managed to keep the words in check. She knew she needed to shock him somehow, but that was not the right way to do it. Damn him, she cursed to herself, he was so wrapped up in himself that he just couldn't feel the needs or cares of anyone else including his own wife.
The matter was settled. Jed was going off to Pittsburgh, and she was staying home, but she certainly didn't plan on being bored and staying in the house the whole time she was alone. She'd had just about enough of being a nice little wife to him, doing everything he wanted without a hint of protest. No, she resolved, this time I'm going to enjoy myself.
Shortly after Jed left, Sarah headed out to the liquor store and bought a bottle of bourbon, then picked up some sandwich meat and bread at a delicatessen nearby. Despite her disappointment at not being able to accompany Jed, she felt a tingling excitement running all through her body. She knew it was wrong, but deep inside she hoped that Ralph Davis would be home today. He didn't seem to have any regular schedule, apparently dropping in his office whenever he pleased and staying at home when he didn't feel like doing business. She prayed he would be home today and would stop in just as he'd done yesterday.
The time passed slowly, and Sarah tried to keep herself as busy as she could with household chores, but in truth she couldn't really concentrate on anything at all, for her mind was on her next door neighbor, and she knew that the minute he crossed over from his yard she would willingly fall into his arms.
At noon the hopeful blonde sat down at the kitchen table and made some sandwiches and opened the bottle of bourbon, hesitantly pouring a drink which she mixed with water. She'd never done anything like this before -drinking so early, but she forced herself to do it anyway, knowing that it would relax her. Why didn't he come over? God, he was torturing her without knowing it.
And yet, at the same time, if he did come to pay a visit, she had to show him that she was not overly eager. She had to maintain her composure. Slowly, she sipped her drink, and when she'd finished it, she fixed another. Midway into the second drink, she was beginning to weave slightly and realized that she was getting drunk. In fact, she was just drunk enough not to notice the male figure standing at the kitchen door, smiling at her.
"Well, drinking in the afternoon," Ralph smiled broadly, entering the kitchen. "Just my style."
"I ... I ... " Sarah stammered in embarrassment, but there was no way she could excuse herself or explain away the feeling that raged inside her. There was no need to either, for the confident older man simply came forward and smothered her in his arms.
They kissed for what seemed like seconds but was actually several minutes, his hands groping for the soft mounds of her buttocks and pulling her loins tight against his until she trembled with uncontrollable excitement. Suddenly he released his grip on her.
"Where's my drink?" he said. "Hell, you can't drink by yourself. Especially in broad daylight."
There was an arrogant tone to his voice, but Sarah dismissed it, for the only thing that mattered now was that someone had come who could give her something, fulfill the frustrated desires that had been begging so long for release.
What did it matter, after all, if she were using him as much as he was using her0 The forbidden thought of committing adultery with another man in her husband's bed would have repulsed her six months ago, but now it was strangely exciting, and the young bride knew that she could not possibly resist him. It was going to be a big step in her life to do it voluntarily this way, and yet though she felt some small pangs of conscience in her mind, there was no doubt that she would actually see it through. She knew once it started there would be no turning back, and she would be completely at the mercy of her inner bodily desires.
The lewdly exciting thought of opening her legs wide to accept this stranger's penis into her secret loins had broken down any remaining barriers of propriety that plagued her.
But first there was the matter of his drink. She went to the refrigerator, removed an ice tray and put three cubes in a glass which she filled with the whiskey, handing it to him after she'd added water. He took it with a nonchalant grin, his eyes still lustfully fixed on her breasts, and took a deep sip.
"Just right. That really hits the spot."
He didn't retreat to the kitchen table to drink it, but stood beside her by the kitchen sink, his free hand roaming over the thin material of her summer dress, feeling the promising warmth of her belly and buttocks beneath. Finally, when he had finished the bourbon, he whispered hoarsely in her ear.
"Come on, what do you say we go upstairs?"
The moment had finally come, and though Sarah knew there was no use fighting, she did not reply, trying somehow to collect her thoughts and make sure she was actually doing the right thing. He grasped her hand in his and applied a slight pressure to her wrist.
"Don't get cold feet now," he reassured her. "There's no harm in what we're doing."
His voice was so calm and cool that the last lingering traces of her uncertainty disappeared, and she did what she was told. He led her easily up to the bedroom, where she found herself completely under his spell. In a hurry now, he stripped off his jacket and pressed his mouth tightly against hers. Her fingers worked eagerly to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt, and then her hands went nervously down to his trousers, unbuckling the belt first and then fumbling for his zipper, which made a gentle whizzing sound as she undid it. From that point on, all pretense of gentility disappeared, and they both undressed as rapidly as possible until they were both stark naked and staring at one another without the slightest trace of embarrassment. His hands circling around her buttocks, he crushed her toward him until his rigid penis throbbed hotly against her naked belly, sending trembling sensations of wanton desire all through her trembling body.
God, she had been waiting for this, waiting all her life it seemed, and finally the moment had come. All thoughts of guilt about cheating on her husband disappeared, and the only thing that mattered was the pleasure of his stiff male organ throbbing against her belly, waiting to enter her sex-hungry cunt.
She backed off for a moment, heading instinctively for the bed, but Ralph suddenly grasped her shoulders and held her still, glancing down at the throbbing cock jutting out obscenely between his legs.
"Kiss it," he said huskily.
"You mean . . . your penis?"
"Yes, get down on your knees and kiss it."
As he said this, she couldn't help recalling the previous night when she had tried to do the same thing with Jed and when he had pushed her away with disgust, thinking that it was dirty and shameful. Now here was a virtual stranger wanting the same thing to be done. Her eyes were glazed and she felt as though she were in another world, but as her neighbor pressed his hands lightly on her shoulders, she found herself sinking to her knees and obeying him. Slowly her head moved forward, her lips parting, her whole body trembling as her gaze fastened on the purplish, thick-veined member quivering in front of her eyes.
"Kiss it," he commanded her once again. "Go on."
As if in a trance, she felt her arms reaching out and grasping his hairy thighs, her head bending forward, her lips opening and suddenly closing around the warm throbbing head of his penis, which jerked convulsively in response. Tremors of nervous excitement pulsed through her body as the lewd thought of sucking a stranger's cock electrified her mind.
She could feel his fingers curling in her soft blonde hair, drawing her face tighter against her loins, and in response she opened her lips wider, allowing the throbbing rod of manhood to slip slowly into her mouth. But now, somehow, her jaws felt frozen in place and she could go no further. It couldn't be true that she was actually doing this ... It was impossible. It must be some kind of a dream.
Suddenly, Davis pushed her shoulders away and grinned down at her.
"Relax. I was just testing you out," he grinned. "We'll save that for some time later."
Effortlessly he bent down and grasped her by the armpits, hoisting her up and maneuvering her over to the bed. In a flash he was on top of her, hungrily nibbling at her sparse blonde pubic hair, then dropping his lips to her thighs.
Sarah was lost in a quandry now. She was trying to explore her own deepest thoughts, her sudden self-abandon to the pleasure of sex and her lack of moral conviction. The sharp pinpoints of fire inside her belly were driving her crazy, and she could no longer control herself. God what was he doing down there between her legs?
She lay tensely still, her body quivering with anticipation, feeling his hot breath raking her pubic hair, then suddenly he moved his head upward, his lips trailing light caresses over her belly and finally reaching her breasts. Suddenly they clamped on the nipple of her left breast and his tongue darted out with a maddening flicker that brought grunts of pleasure from deep in her chest. She squirmed beneath him, her hands raking his back and shoulders, then moving softly up over his neck and ears.
She felt alive in every cell of her being from the tip of her toes to the top of her head, and she could feel his burgeoning cock growing stiffer and thicker as it throbbed against her belly in promise of things to come.
Moving up an inch, he pressed his mouth over hers and hungrily thrust his tongue deep in her throat, drawing it in and out in a lewd parody of sexual intercourse. She responded with hungry fervor, her lips and mouth working passionately against his, sucking his tongue deeper and deeper inside and feeling it jump and jerk just as his cock was doing now in the hair-fringed hollow of her thighs. With her mouth and her cunt, she wanted to consume him. She could feel the slippery fluid oozing slowly in between her cunt lips, lubricating them in preparation to receive his massively swollen cock. God, she hoped it wouldn't be long now before he rammed that stiff shaft of his up into her aching vagina.
And to spur him on, she began grinding her hips up against his loins, feeling his penis wriggling and pulsing hotter against her naked stomach. She was gasping for air now, her nostrils flaring, her heart pounding with rapid excitement in her throat. In a moment he broke his mouth away from hers and seizing her swelling breasts in his hands, began squeezing and kneading them, running his thumbs teasingly over the nipples until they grew hard and long, and low murmurs of lust-charged delight poured from her throat.
His mouth clamped savagely over one of them now, and he sucked her breast as far as it would go inside his throat, his tongue working over the maddeningly teased nipple as it had worked inside her mouth just moments ago. God, what delicious torture, she thought. His hot saliva running over her sensitive breast and nipple, bringing her body to a quick burning peak of excitement as he slowly teased her with foreplay.
"Ummmmh, oh God, Ralph, I want you to do it to me. I need you inside," she breathed voluptuously, her hands wrapped in the thick hair over his temples. She could feel her pussy lips spasmically palpitating, as though begging to be filled with the rock-hard penis that was now grinding uselessly against her belly.
But continuing his foreplay in a calculated attempt to drive the young blonde housewife crazy with passion, Davis ran his hands down over the smooth flesh of her sides and then seized the wriggling cheeks of her buttocks, curling his fingers toward the tight rubbery ring of her anus. She breathed rapidly in mounting excitement, suddenly jerking as his index finger began slowly worming its way into the tiny nether hole.
"Awww God," she gasped. Jed had never done this to her, and the unexpected pain and pleasure of the sensation sent chills of forbidden excitement rippling up Sarah's spine. But her pleasure had only begun, for now her neighbor moved his thumb up in between her hair-covered pussy lips from behind and searched out the tiny bud of her clitoris, stimulating it with a circular teasing motion that made the inexperienced girl gasp with delight. Stretching her neck out and closing her eyes to revel in the ecstatic sensations he was bringing to her, she moaned softly as his lips caressed her neck and shoulders. And now she opened her legs very slightly to give his thumb greater access to her hotly hidden clitoris. His index finger meanwhile worked its way slowly and relentlessly deeper into iter anus, as her sphincter muscles clamped spasmically around it.
"Awwwwhhhhh, oooooh. It hurts in there," she moaned, frightened only for a split second but still relishing the wild pleasure his probing finger was bringing her. She reached for his head and drew his mouth tight against hers, suddenly spearing her tongue between his teeth, grinding and moving her hips in a lewd squirming rhythm. She sucked and bit on his tongue as her ass-cheeks wriggled against the firm mattress.
"P-please," she begged. "Please stick it in my cunt. Oh God, make love to me!"
"I already am, sweetheart," he breathed. "But if it's fucking you want, I'm going to save it for just the right moment."
Out of frustration Sarah quickened the grinding rhythm of her hips, knowing that she was going to have a small orgasm in a matter of seconds - a tiny one that would lead the way to greater and greater ones. Slowly withdrawing his finger from her anus, he took her hand in his and guided it down to his blood-engorged cock and curled her fingers around the stiffly pulsing shaft of flesh.
As he did this, she could feel another wave of pleasure surge over her. His penis was incredibly thick and alive, and the thought of it penetrating into the depths of her almost virgin vagina made her shiver with naked delight. She tried to guide him down to the moist slippery slit between her legs, but he held fast, not permitting it, wanting to tease her until her mind broke and she screamed with frustration.
"Ralph, please, put it in," she implored him, tears welling in her eyes.
"Not yet, I want you to taste it again, just like you did before."
There was no use begging him, the frantic blonde realized, for he was the one in command and was going to do everything he wanted at his own pace. She watched as he levered up on his knees, straddling her full-flaring hips and wriggling up higher toward the bedstead. He sat down then, his buttocks crushing her breasts tightly against her chest, and leaned forward, supporting himself with his hands against the bedroom wall, his giant lust-bloated penis throbbing right before her eyes now. She'd never seen anything so big before, so close up, and it looked like some kind of a wild animal with a life of its own - a wild animal that wanted to invade the depths of her throat.
Ralph's knees were lodged tight under her armpits, and he slowly moved his hips backward so that his blunt-tipped cock-head was pointing at her mouth at a downward angle. It was aimed toward her head like a snake about to strike, but she was helpless to move, mesmerized by the thick blue veins that pulsed visibly through it, by the wide umbrella-like cap of firm but yielding flesh, and the tiny white droplet of pre-cum that had worked its way out of the slit-like glans.
"Suck me, Sarah!" Davis commanded above her, arching his back for a better angle.
Slowly, she found herself raising her head up as though hypnotized by the magic wand only inches away from her mouth. Her lips parted slowly and her head moved toward the pulsating organ with trance-like slowness. And then her small pink tongue slipped out and flicked at the droplet of lubricating fluid, like a lizard going after an insect. His hips lurched from the maddening tease of her tongue, and then suddenly she moved into action, circling her lips around the thick rubbery head, and slowly moving her head forward and up, until the pulsating cock was halfway inside her virginal mouth.
"Awwwwww, God," he groaned, straining against the wall as though trying to push it down. And then his hips began moving slowly back and forth.
His cock slid into her mouth, into the deep warm saliva within, and he squinted his eyes, grimacing with the intense pleasure of being sucked off by his innocent young neighbor. Jesus, he'd known all along that husband of hers wasn't giving her what she wanted. He could just sense it in her. But he'd solved that problem all right, and his pleasure was ten times as great knowing that she really appreciated what he was doing for her. Hell, she was hungry ... he could tell that much by the ardent way she was sucking on his cock, and in response he began to drive his hips in a savage pumping motion, bringing muffled gasps from her impaled throat.
Sarah worked like a slave, her back and body straining in her servile position, her tongue swirling around her neighbor's bloated cock-head, exploring the mushroom-like ridges and the tender sperm-filled membrane on the underside, her lips nibbling down to the hair-covered base. She could feel the tip practically brushing her tonsils now, growing and expanding until she thought it was going to burst through the back of her throat. Suddenly without warning he pushed away from her and sank back on his haunches, his cock jutting out between his legs, red and bulbous, covered with a glistening film of saliva from her mouth.
"You're ready now," he teased her, a wide grin on his face.
"Oh God yes, I'm ready. W-will you do it now. I... I need it." The pleading look on her face begged him to shove his cock up inside her wanting belly, but still he did not move, remaining immobile hunched over her, the grin fixed on his face.
"I need more encouragement than that," he said.
"W-what do you mean?"
"I mean I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do."
"Do? I want you to ... to put it inside me."
"Well say it, then, tell me exactly in one word."
"Fuck!" she practically screamed suddenly. "Please, please fuck me! Put your cock inside my cunt, stick it all the way in up to my throat "
She reached up and grabbed his hairy thighs, trying desperately to pull him down on top of her, inflamed with mad desire for his thick rigid cock to pulse between her legs.
"F-fuck, fuck," she stammered. "Please fuck me!"
"Keep saying it," he whispered hotly, raising up and repositioning himself between her open legs.
She groaned as she felt the huge head of his cock touch her eagerly throbbing cunt lips, and she spread her legs even wider apart, trembling as she waited for the blunt intrusion.
"Screw me," she moaned, writhing on the mattress, her thighs jerking, her teeth grinding together, her eyes pleading with him. She couldn't stand it any longer. She had to have his penis deep inside her or she would go mad.
With lewd words her husband had never permitted her to say, she begged and cajoled until finally Ralph swung into action, levering down on her and slowly insinuating the massive head of his shaft into the wetly waiting pussy which she offered up to him in naked sacrifice. Suddenly it rippled in with a plunging sucking noise, and she ground her hips up to meet the thrust of his loins. He groaned, his stomach trembling against hers, and then slowly withdrew as her pussy lips clung graspingly to his cock-shaft, trying to keep it prisoner inside her blonde-trimmed vagina. He was hovering over her, his torso supported up in a pushup position, his hairy legs grazing against the soft insides of her thighs.
"Awwwwwhhh, ohhhh, again," she moaned, tossing her head from side to side. He grinned down at her, waiting, delaying, to make the sensation even better, and then finally he jerked his hips forward thrusting his rod so far up inside her that a squeal of surprise gushed from her throat.
Suddenly her legs were iip in the air, her feet kicking, then wrapping around Davis's back in a vise-like grip, her bare heels digging into his buttocks and egging him on. She began to pump her loins wildly on the piston of his cock, and he fell forward on top of her, their bellies slapping together with a leathery thud. He jerked and thrust into her cunt with long even strokes as she clawed at his shoulders, digging her fingernails into his flesh with a mad loss of control. She reached down and grasped his buttocks, prying the sinewy flesh wide apart, tearing and squeezing at it, wanting him deeper and deeper inside her.
"Faster, oh God, faster!'.' she wailed.
And he responded with all his might, driving into her wet warm pussy like a savage demon, his buttocks flexing and hollowing, tierce grunts of carnal desire bursting from his chest. Clasping his hands on the inside of her thighs he levered them back until she was almost curled up in a ball, and he raised up on his knees.
Sarah gasped as he skewered her, her madly palpitating cuntal lips moving with desperate speed along his pistoning cock-shaft. The mattress was creaking wildly and the bed was shaking as though it would fall apart, and she loved it! She loved every second of it. She clutched the hair on his temples and tore at it, on fire with a physical lust that she could not possibly explain. His cock rammed in and out of her wetly skewered cunt, jerking and twitching with pre-orgasmic palpitations, and suddenly she could feel it twitch convulsively.
She shrieked and gasped, and in a second it was spewing into her like a hose, spraying thick jets of rocketing cum up into the depths of her lust-craving belly. Her whole body shivered and then the long-stored passion of her loins broke forth, rippling around his gushing penis and making her entire body shudder with climactic shock. So intense were the sensations gripping her belly that she scarcely felt the overflow of her seducer's sperm trickling back out of her flooded vagina and oozing down across her anus to the bed below.
They grunted and gasped and finally when it was all over she opened her eyes and looked up at him. He smiled down at her as his cock slipped moistly out of her cunt, and then he raised himself slightly and rolled over to one side with a deep sigh.
"Good, that was good," he groaned appreciatively. "I want more."
"So do I," she breathed quietly in his ear.
"There's a party this weekend. I'd like you to go with me."
"Jed won't be here; he'll be out of town. But I don't know if it's a good idea for us to be seen at a party together."
"Nonsense, don't you worry about it," he reassured her soothingly, caressing her light curly hair with his fingers.
"I ... I still don't know. Where is it supposed to be anyway?"
"At my house."
"But what about your wife, and the other woman?"
"Oh, don't worry about them. They'll be glad to see you. Carolyn and her sister are quite fond of you and Jed." He said this with a casual grin flickering over his lips, mystifying her completely.
"It's going to be awfully difficult pretending ... I mean just acting polite. I really think it would be best if I didn't go."
"If you don't come, Carolyn and Marcia will be extremely disappointed. That's one reason -not the mam reason, of course - that I stopped in today. To invite you. In fact, I'm kind of disappointed your husband won't be home."
"What?" she said incredulously, raising her eyebrows in disbelief. "I don't understand you at all."
"It's really very simple. Both my wife and her sister are absolutely crazy about your husband ... They want him, and I don't mean they just want to sit around and talk with him either."
For a moment Sarah was so stunned she didn't know what to say, and then finally she broke into a school-girlish giggle.
"Really, that's ridiculous, I just couldn't imagine Jed doing something like that..."
"Oh come on," he teased, "I thought the younger generation was into free sex. You mean he's an old fashioned prude?"
"Yes, I mean sort of. He's .. . he's afraid of germs."
"You mean he doesn't fuck you, for God's sake."
"Oh yes, we do it twice a week. We used to do it more frequently, but then he read something somewhere ..."
"My God, no wonder you were so ready for some outside activity. I thought I could sense something in you. You must really love him if you put up with that."
"I do love him, it's just that he's got so many problems to work out. I'm beginning to think we'll never get things straightened out, though."
"Don't worry," Ralph chuckled. 'Once Carolyn and Marcia get their claws into him, they'll get him straightened out all right. Believe me, there were a lot of people in the neighborhood with problems like that. But now, it's one of the healthiest neighborhoods around "
The liberated blonde hadn't known exactly what Ralph Davis's last remark meant, and she could have kicked herself for not asking, but by the time he'd told her what time the party was to begin and had left for home, it was too late. She certainly wasn't going to call him up on the phone to ask him. Anyway, the weekend would roll around soon enough and she would find out for herself
Chapter Four
On Saturday morning when Sarah returned from the store she saw Ralph Davis standing in Ms driveway, waving at her.
"Hello, beautiful," he said as she stepped out of the car! "Let me help you with those groceries."
He looked happy and buoyant, and had it not been for his developing paunch, he would have passed for a young man. His hair was still thick.
"I feel good today," he announced once they were in the kitchen. "I always feel good when we have one of our neighborhood parties. Look, I was thinking, you don't want to eat by yourself, do you? So why not come over before the party - about six-thirty, and we'll all have dinner at our place.
She still couldn't adjust to the relaxed way he was inviting her - his mistress - over to his house in the presence of his wife and sister-in-law. It just didn't make sense. Did he really expect her to be able to carry on an everyday conversation with Carolyn after what she had done with the woman's husband?
"Wait, Ralph, I don't think we should overdo it"
"Overdo it, nothing. Carolyn will give you a call. I think she wants you to bring over a salad or something. See you at six-thirty."
In a second he was out of the kitchen and jogging across the back lawn toward his house, leaving the young blonde wife in a state of perplexity which was not alleviated at all when the phone rang an hour later and she heard a female voice on the other end of the line.
"Hello? Sarah? This is Carolyn Davis from next door," the woman announced herself in warm but almost business-like tones.
And as she spoke, a picture of her formed in Sarah's mind's eye. She could see Carolyn Davis, the chic female stockbroker with her dark-framed glasses and her black hair done up in a chignon, wearing some sort of tweedy looking dress that had probably been adveitised in the New Yorker magazine. How in the world could she be married to an earthy, aggressive man like Ralph, but of course Ralph was also quite a success in the business world, so lie must be sophisticated in his own right as well. The difference was he didn't show it as much as his wife did. As Carolyn continued to speak, however, her tone gradually became warmer.
"Ralph has told me so much about you, and it would be awfully nice if we could get to dinner before the crowd arrives and perhaps get to know each other a bit. Oh, also I understand that you and your husband are health-food lovers. Perhaps you'd like to make a salad and bring it over. We're very informal, you know."
"Y-yes, of course," Sarah complied, stammering slightly in embarrassment at the idea of talking to the wife of the man she'd just slept with. "It's very nice of you to invite me."
"Think nothing of it. It's such a shame your husband was called away on business. My sister and I were so looking forward to meeting him."
Was there a hint of something concealed in the other woman's voice, Sarah wondered, but no . . . Carolyn was speaking perfectly normally, like a next door neighbor trading polite words. What had Ralph meant then that his wife would understand about their affair, and what in the world were these neighborhood parties like? She was beginning to wonder what she'd gotten herself into.
That evening she dressed carefully for dinner after luxuriating in the bath for nearly an hour. Carefully she'd shaved her legs and under her amis and creamed her face, striving to make the best impression possible. It was so different from getting ready to go out with Jed, who never really cared what she was wearing or what she looked like as long as she was clean and neat. Slipping into a low-backed green cocktail dress, the excited blonde spun around in front of the bedroom mirror, pleased with what she saw. When she'd finished dressing, she fixed herself a drink to supply needed courage. The party she was certainly looking forward to, because then at least she could lose herself in the crowd, but the dinner with only four people was going to be something of an ordeal. How should she act toward Ralph Davis's wife? What kind of things would they talk about?
At six-thirty on the dot, Sarah presented herself at the door of the Davis's home, and much to her surprise Ralph led her in with an elegant flourish, kissing her hand and then introducing her to his two women. Before she even had a chance to say hello to Carolyn and Marcia, however, lie seized her in his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth.
"Well, we've been dying to meet you," Carolyn said, seeming to ignore her husband's indiscretion, even though Sarah herself was blushing with embarrassment. The young blonde noticed that the older woman was not wearing glasses now and had let her long dark tresses down to her shoulders. And her pink chiffon dress was anything but businesslike!
"I'd like you to meet my sister Marcia," she said. "Marcia's spending a few months with us before she leaves for Europe."
"How do you do," Sarah said, taking in the other woman with close scrutiny. She was about the same height as her sister, but more casually voluptuous, wearing a black halter top and a long black and red skirt Like Carolyn, she had black hair but it was thick with luxuriant curls where her sister's was almost straight and combed neatly in place. The resemblance in looks was evident, but Carolyn seemed the friendlier of the two.
"Well, I'm going to enjoy myself tonight, eating dinner with three lovely females," Ralph said jovially, conducting Sarah inside to the living room, where they all seated themselves around a cocktail table, except for Carolyn who excused herself and went into the kitchen. Sarah was about to make some strained Smalltalk with the rather distant sister, when Ralph brought drinks over and sat down beside her, placing his hand on her knee and gliding it slightly up under the hem of her green dress. Sarah looked at him panic-stricken. He must be crazy, she thought, doing something like that with Marcia looking over at them from across the table. Even worse, his wife could come back from the kitchen any minute.
"Oh relax," he laughed. "I told you we're very informal around here. You don't have to worry about a thing."
"Does she know how informal, dear?" Marcia inquired in a sultry voice, placing a cigarette in a gem-studded holder and lighting it.
"What do you mean exactly?" Sarah asked nervously.
"Oh, you'll see later on when the party gets going. Now for the time being, let's drink up."
Marcia crossed her legs, revealing her voluptuous thigh through a slit in her long skirt, her dark eyes fixed all the while on Sarah.
"When will your husband be back?" she cooed in a husky voice. "He looks so darling. Carolyn and I have been drooling over him ever since you moved into the neighborhood."
Sarah should have been prepared for this by what Ralph had mentioned earlier, but the tone of Marcia's remark took her aback because it was so direct. Fortunately Ralph's wife walked in at that moment and rescued her.
"Oh now, what are you two doing - embarrassing our guest?" she said with a laugh. "That's not right at all. And Ralph, you shouldn't be pawing her like that. It's going to make her awfully nervous."
"All right, all right," he said good-naturedly, removing his hand from Sarah's leg, and as he did so, she was beginning to feel as though she walked into the middle of a dream world. It was obvious that neither woman would have cared if Ralph had suddenly thrown her to the floor and stripped her clothes off right in their presence. The relationship between the three of them was the strangest thing she'd ever seen. It certainly looked as though they weren't going to spend their time at dinner talking about neighborhood trivia. Swiftly the nervous blonde reached for her drink and downed it in one gulp, immensely relieved when Carolyn called her sister out to help with serving the food.
There was wine with dinner, and Sarah drank enough so that by the time desert came around her head was buzzing and she felt relaxed enough not to really care about the predicament she found herself in, sensing that as she relaxed, Carolyn's haughty sister was relaxing too. Nevertheless, she was glad when everything was cleared away and the first guests began arriving.
Everyone seemed to know each other intimately. They all kissed, ran their hands over buttocks, and treated each other in the most familiar way. Thank God, she'd been drinking, Sarah thought, because if she were sober she would be so embarrassed she might just run out the door. But it was fascinating to watch the scene unfolding before her eyes, so fascinating that she didn't notice the man in the striped tie coming up beside her until he spoke.
"Well hello," he said. "I'm Hal Royster. You must be the new neighbor, Sarah."
He was a tall, athletically-built man with thick chestnut hair and a tanned leathery face that indicated he spent a good deal of his time outdoors.
"I do business with Ralph, and I live over on Chestnut Drive," he explained in an easy manner. "I can see this is your first party."
Sarah wondered how he had sensed her nervousness. Looking around, she could see how relaxed and casual everyone was, as though they were really interested in each other and not making cocktail party talk just for the sake of speaking. She was pleased too that she seemed to be accepted by these people, the more well-to-do of the neighborhood, all of them handsomely dressed and intelligent. She wondered how Jed would react in a crowd like this, whether he would bore everyone with his talk about health foods and the need for exercise, or whether he would mingle as easily with them as they seemed to be doing with each other.
Across the room she could see Ralph Davis with his arm around a statuesque redhead who was laughing gaily at his jokes, and right by them was his wife Carolyn, locked in conversation with a distinguished-looking pipe-smoking man. Suddenly the lights went dim, and she wondered whether there was a brownout, but looking by the kitchen door, she could see Marcia coyly manipulating the rheostat for the living room lights.
"Well, it looks like we're getting into the action early tonight," Hal Royster chuckled beside her.
How should she take that remark, Sarah wondered. Was it just a kind of mild joke, or was there really going to be some kind of "action" tonight.
It didn't take long to find out, for very soon, couples began pairing off and traipsing hand-in-hand up the stairway to rooms on the second floor of the large sprawling house.
Hal turned to her.
"What do you say we do likewise?"
"I ... I couldn't... I mean, Ralph ..."
He pointed over toward the patio doors, where Ralph was now escorting the redhead out to the tgjrace, nibbling playfully on her ear as she continued to laugh in glee. It was painfully evident to the young blonde bride what was happening now. It was a swap party of the kind she had heard about but never seen, and she could kick herself for not having figured this out from the very beginning. It wasn't just a mad uncontained passion that had driven her next-door neighbor into her arms. It was partly because he wanted her to join his neighborhood club, and she couldn't help feeling somewhat angry toward him for not making that clear.
What irked her especially was that after dinner Ralph had hardly paid any attention to her, devoting all his energies to making a pass at the redhead. Consequently, Sarah felt cheapened at having betrayed her husband for this man, and she took a bracing sip of her drink to steady her nerves, soothed by the buzzing, light-headed feeling it gave her. She could see the living room slowly emptying out and feel Hal Royster's hand gliding slowly, playfully over her naked shoulders.
"What do you say?" he repeated gently. "Should we go upstairs?"
What had happened to her, she wondered. First she had willingly, almost eagerly cheated on her husband at the first opportunity, and now she was practically on the verge of going to bed with a second strange man to whom she'd been talking for less than fifteen minutes. Something told her it wasn't right. She just couldn't go through with it.
"I better leave," she said. "I ... I think I should be getting home."
As she made a tentative move, he grasped her hand gently and looked into her eyes.
"What's the matter, didn't Ralph explain to you what was going on? I thought you'd been more or less initiated."
What did he mean by initiated? Had Ralph told him about their affair, had he spread it about all over the neighborhood? Her jaw dropped, and she gaped at him.
"Sure, I know," he said in answer to her unasked question. "But don't worry about it, for God's sake. That's no different than what we're all doing."
"But how could he tell everybody. "
"It's just one big happy family," Hal said. "There are no secrets between us. Come on, let's go upstairs."
For a moment Sarah stood stunned by his revelation that everyone or almost everyone in the room knew already about Ralph and her. And she knew that it was her own fault, for her one indiscretion had backfired completely on her so that she was trapped now and could not possibly back off from what she'd gotten herself involved hj", But it wasn't really her fault, she insisted to herself, it was Jed's . . . his fault because of the way he had been neglecting her physically for so many months.
He was just content to use her as a housekeeper and gardener, someone to talk to about health foods when he came home from work at night. He had driven her into the arms of Ralph Davis, had pushed her over the borderline into infidelity. God, if only she were sober, if only she could think straight, but she was so bewildered and confused that she could not resist as the brown-haired man led her gently toward the carpeted stairway.
"Don't worry, it's just you and me. We'll do whatever you want to do."
She was numb and hypnotized, floating in a wonderland of unreality as he led her into one of the unoccupied bedrooms on the second floor and gently eased her down on the mattress. She watched distantly as he stripped off his coat and tie, and she could hear strange sounds coming from the adjacent bedroom, a long female moan as though the woman making it were in pain, but it wasn't pain she was experiencing . . . Sarah knew that much. No, that unknown woman was experiencing the wild thrill of holding a man's hard hot penis tightly between her legs, grinding and writhing her body against his, striving for the full carnal pleasures of mating with a lusty man.
And she knew that she too would be doing the same thing in just a matter of minutes, that there was no way to back out and that she didn't really want to back out either. Jed, by denying her the physical joy of his body, had turned her into an adulteress forced to seek fulfillment outside the marriage bed. She was sitting on the edge of the bed as Hal slipped out of his trousers and T-shirt, approaching her only in his brief tight-fitting jockey-shorts, the huge length of his aroused penis bulging against the material, threatening to burst out into the open.
She did not move a muscle as he sat down next to her and leaned over to kiss her warmly on the lips, insinuating his tongue into the depths of her mouth. In a moment they were side by side on the mattress, his pulsating cock-shaft pressing into her stomach, his hands eagerly sliding down the shoulder straps of her dress and slowly undoing her zipper. Soon the dress was stripped away and lying on the floor at the side of the bed - before Sarah fully realized it. Her brassiere came next, his hands curling around her back and unsnapping it, gliding it off so that her tightly confined breasts burst free, smooth mounds of white flesh tempting his lips and hands.
He was kneeling beside her now, his thumbs hooking into the elastic waistband of her brief white panties and then rolling them down over her hips, struggling with them slightly as they caught under her buttocks, but finally casting them on the floor beside her dress. And she was letting him do it, without any thought of resistance, letting herself be stripped naked by a man she had never seen before tonight.
"Why don't you take my shorts off?" he suggested, getting up on his knees beside her, his voice low and hypnotic, relaxing her so much that not a trace of fear or protest plagued her. Obediently she reached up, hooked her fingers in the waistband, and slowly pulled them down his hairy muscular legs. His penis sprung free like a thick lance quivering out from his belly, eager to make contact with her naked flesh.
For a reason she couldn't fathom, Sarah had never felt so excited before. This was completely different from anything she'd ever done, ever thought of doing. This man was a total stranger, and he wanted her! He wanted to take her helpless body and fuck her until pangs of pleasure consumed her and drove her to the ultimate joy of total orgasm! And what was more, she wanted him to do it!
Totally naked, Hal Royster lay down beside her once again and this time bent his head low until his mouth was pressed wetly against her breast.
"See, it's not so bad after all," he cooed soothingly, running his hand up and down her back and over her ripely flaring buttocks.
Sarah had to admit he was right, for gradually, pleasant sensations were beginning to build inside her belly even though this man was a stranger, even though she could hardly love him as she loved her husband Jed ... or even Ralph Davis, for that matter.
Locked in his embrace, she did not take notice of the second man entering the bedroom until she suddenly felt the bedsprings creaking under his weight. She twisted her neck and saw that it was Ralph.
"I see you two are hitting it off just fine," he said. "Don't let me interrupt anything."
As Hal's mouth slipped over her nipple and his tongue darted out against it, she could feel Ralph behind her maneuvering his body up tight against hers from behind, his rock hard penis throbbing against the crevice between her naked ass cheeks. Her mind spun with all the liquor she'd consumed that evening, and though she knew she should be enraged that two men were both taking liberties with her body at the same time, that was hardly the message her body was sending to her brain. She was alive with sensations she'd never experienced before, and the maddening sucking of her nipple was driving her insane. Unable to control herself, she wrapped her hands around Hal Royster's neck and curled her fingers into his thick chestnut hair, breathing hotly in his ear. At the same time, Ralph glided his tongueup and down her spine, sending chills of desire racing through her body as his hairy legs pressed against the backs of her thighs, and his cock released a tiny droplet of warm fluid between her quivering buttocks.
She shuddered, and felt Hal inching his body slowly down the length of the mattress, leaving a trail of wet kisses from her neck on down until his face was pressed hotly against her belly, and there he stopped. Pushing himself away, he got up from the bed.
"I think I should give Ralph the honors. After all, this is his house," he said.
It was so abrupt. He certainly couldn't just leave her like this, when she was beginning to get used to the feel of his body. But as she became aware of her imagined disappointment, she caught herself. Only a few moments ago, she'd been thinking how lewd and debasing it was to be used simultaneously by two men, and now she was actually crestfallen that one of them might be leaving her ... or so she thought. But in reality, Hal hadn't any intention of going anywhere at all. He wasn't simply stepping out of the way to let Ralph take over, but he was planning on helping Ralph later and getting some enjoyment of his own.
Now, she could see him moving over to the other side of the bed toward her head, and then feel him grasping her shoulders. At the same time Ralph's hands were on her hips and together the two men rolled her forward on her stomach.
"Get up on your knees, Sarah," Ralph said behind her, insinuating his own knees between her thighs. Trembling with excitement at the thought of what they might be planning to do to her, the young blonde housewife obeyed until she was in an all-fours position, like a female animal waiting to be taken. In front of her, Hal Royster grasped her at the temples and tilted her head upward so that her wide blue eyes beheld the stiffly quivering rod of his cock that jutted out between his legs. It loomed only inches from her mouth, and there was no doubt in her mind that was where he would put it. Yes, she'd done it before - with Ralph that one time, but now it was different. She would be doing it with a total stranger, with someone who wasn't even a neighbor, and in some way it seemed more daring than the idea of allowing him to plant himself between her legs. God, what was happening to her mind? She was going to be taken by two men, and the ability to resist had completely deserted her.
From behind, she could feel Ralph spreading her legs apart, his wiry hair rubbing against the back of her thighs and the trembling tip of his cock poised but only fleetingly touching the split of her buttocks. His hands stroked the small of her back, circling in a smooth stimulating motion like a feathery massage. Then he brought them down to her buttocks and inserted his thumbs between the smooth white cheeks until she could feel cool air rushing between them as they were pried apart. She jerked a little at the surprisingly pleasant sensation, her hands clawing into the mattress to brace herself.
God, what was happening to her? Why was she letting them do this to her? But even if she had wanted to resist, matters would have been out of her control by now, for Hal's powerful hands at the sides of her head tightened their grip, and his hips moved forward, bringing his cock closer and closer to her mouth, as if in slow motion.
"Open your mouth, Sarah," he said in an even voice. "I want you to suck me."
Suck. The word spun in. her mind and sent crazy sensations rippling through her veins. Never had she done anything like this with her own husband, and only that once with Ralph, but that had been in the privacy of her own bedroom.
"I ... I can't," she tried to protest feebly, but her heart was not in it. Something else, something more powerful than will had taken possession of her.
"Go on, Sarah," Hal said willfully, tangling his fingers into her hair.
"I ... I ... " But it was already too late, for her full lips were involuntarily pushed open and his rubbery cock-head moved in between them against her tongue. She could taste its throbbing hardness, and tried to keep her teeth together, but they were forced open little by little and the snake-veined organ moved farther inside, slippery with her own warm saliva.
God, she wanted to be fucked now, she wanted Ralph's cock plunging in and out of her vagina, bringing her to a brilliant climactic peak, but he was teasing her, fondling her insides of her ass-cheeks with his thumbs holding them wide apart. Fuck me, she screamed silently back at him, the hot-fleshed cock moving steadily into her mouth preventing any words from escaping. Hal's blood-hardened member was thrusting slowly back and forth now, her lips wide-stretched around it like a warm wet sleeve, and he too was taking his time, waiting until the sensations of passion gradually built up inside her to a feverish level.
Suddenly she felt Ralph's cock slipping in between her ass-cheeks, his legs grinding against the backs of her widespread thighs.
"W-what are you doing?" she gasped incoherently.
"Just relax, sweetheart. The more you relax, the easier it'll go in."
She knew what he wanted now. He wasn't going to fuck her in any normal way. He was going to ram his penis in her virginal anus as though she were some kind of cheap slut. She couldn't let him do it, she couldn't possibly, not now, not like this! Instinctively, her sphincter muscles closed tight, but it only seemed to excite him more. "Nnnuuugghhh!"
As he lunged forward, she gasped with the impaling pain, her mouth opening wider so that Hal's cock suddenly rammed inside almost up to the hilt. Her kneeling body writhed with the naked agony of being skewered from both ends, but after a few painful minutes and no relief from the men, she forced herself to relax, and began to grind her hips backward, feeling her host's rock-hard penis splitting her ass-cheeks wider and wider apart on its unnatural inward journey.
At the same time, in front of her, Hal lunged his hips forward and then drew them back in a quickening rhythm that drove his cock deep into her throat and then out again to the very edge of her sensually rounded lips. Closing her eyes, Sarah sucked hungrily on it, trying to forget the pain in her buttocks by concentrating on the pleasurable taste on her tongue, all the while rotating her hips in smooth circular motions so that the penis piercing her anus sank deeper and deeper.
Ralph began to fuck faster in and out of her tightly straining rectum, grunting with each heavy thrust as he labored over her. He could feel the warmness of her spongy nether passage, her clenching muscles gripping his cock in a futile attempt to slow its advance, exciting him to greater heights of pleasure as he jerked deeper inside her. Buffeting in and out, he reached up and sank his fingers into the softness of her breasts until a muffled moan of pained desire gurgled up from the cock-stuffed blonde's throat. He watched the red-inflamed mass of his flesh jerking in and out between her cream-white ass-cheeks, the veins dancing as it throbbed and jerked in the grip of her anus.
And in front of her, his friend Hal was going insane with the lust she was giving him. With maniacal fury, he rammed and thrust his hips, his head thrown back, his eyes clenched shut, and the veins in his neck tensed like steel rods. His heavy balls clapped upward against her chin, and he muttered savage grunts of carnal passion as he slaved like a powerful beast.
His fingers clutched the sides of her head, holding it locked in place and tilting upward toward him, her eyes wide open now and a light film of sweat forming on her forehead. Hell, she was really going at it, he thought, after the way she'd been so hesitant about everything down in the living room. She was working like a slave, sucking him off and taking his bursting cock deeper and deeper into her throat without gagging. If Ralph hadn't said she was a novice, he would have figured she'd been swapping for years. He grimaced with ecstatic pleasure as he watched her wet pink lips nibbling furiously on his cock, her cheeks puffing and hollowing as she spurred him on to orgasm. At the same time, he could hear Ralph groaning behind her, and he watched her hips and ass jerking spasmodically back and forth to meet the thrust their host was making into her rectum.
Sarah knew suddenly that she was going to cum. The two men together, using her body like a whore's, was just more than she could stand. At first, she hadn't liked the idea of Hal fucking her in the mouth, but she had gotten used to it, and now her excitement had grown to the point where she wanted him to ram it all the way down inside her belly to meet the other cock plunging up from the depths of her anus. She wondered if she weren't going to be torn apart any minute, but that didn't stop her from twisting and bobbing her head feverishly as she worked her way toward a desperate release. Balancing on her knees, she reached forward and grasped Hal's buttocks, digging her nails into the soft fleshy skin and nearly swallowing the entire length of his cock.
"Oh Jesus," he wailed savagely above her. "I'm cumming! Awwwwgh!"
Suddenly the tip of his cock jerked and expanded and then like a staccato of machine-gun bullets, began belching its store of sperm wildly into her captive throat. He watched her nostrils flare, and her Adam's apple bob up and down as she struggled to swallow the potent stream. Its pungent stickiness flooded her throat, and her tongue wriggled around the still-jerking head, sucking it dry of every last ounce of cum, her throat gurgling as she gulped it all down.
As Hal staggered back away from her, emitting a deep groan of satisfaction, the overflowing whiteness of his semen trickled out the corners of her lips and over her chin to the floor below.
With the thick instrument withdrawn from her mouth, and dangling limp and helpless between Hal's legs, Sarah was free to concentrate on Ralph's lunging cock, which was still driving hard and fast into her no longer virginal back passage. The pleasure was mounting, building inside her, but she felt a crying need for something inside her pussy, something as hard and stiff as what was skewering her anus.
Frantically she ground her face into the mattress, her blonde head rolling from side to side in a shimmer of girlish curls. But what she was feeling was anything but girlish! She clutched at the edge of the sheets, clawing and tearing at them, wiggling her buttocks high in the air, moving her whole body back and forth in rhythm to the brutal ass-fucking she was receiving, groaning and moaning and sobbing out her pain-tinged joy.
"Awwwwgh, you're tight!" Ralph gasped, his face masked in a lustful grimace.
"Fuck me harder, harder!" she screamed maniacally, pushing back harder against his loins until she thought his penis would burst out through her belly. She wanted more, more! She wanted his cock to drive all the way through her body up to her throat, so she could taste it where she had just tasted the other one!
It was only seconds later when she suddenly felt his lust-rigid member expand as though it were going to explode and stretch her asshole wider than she ever thought it would go. It jerked forward, and a harsh gush of liquid cum spewed hot and wet into the depths of her ravaged rectum, sending a warm rush of pleasure through her body, so that she trembled and quivered with joy. His shooting sperm scalded her asshole, and she closed her muscles tightly around his jerking organ to seal it in, to trap every last second of ecstasy, until finally she could continue the effort no longer. As a sigh of relief rattled from her throat, her muscles relaxed, and she felt his penis slipping out from its tightly lodged position with a lewd sibilant popping sound. Like a cork unplugging a bottle, it set free the liquid stored inside her, and his hot fiery cum ran thickly down the insides of her thighs.
But the panting blonde wiggled her buttocks in frustration. She wanted more, she wasn't satisfied yet, but she had already outworn the two men who had minutes ago impaled her from both ends. Groaning with unfulfilled lust, she begged them to come back again.
"Please, oh God, please ... I haven't cum yet."
As Ralph rolled over beside her, she slumped down on the bed and ground her body luridly into the mattress, as though she could finish by herself what they'd started and had not completed. God, what has become of me, she wondered? I'm a slut, a whore, I'll never be able to stop doing this.
"Ralph, Hal . . . f-fuck me ... Oh God, I need it so badly."
But her words were in vain, for the two men were completely useless now as they breathed heavily in a state of sensual exhaustion, Ralph on the bed beside her and Hal on the floor, weakly trying to prop himself up.
It was hopeless. They would never be able to satisfy her now. And it was unfair. They had fulfilled themselves and left her hanging. Her head spinning and her heart beating in a blind panic, she pushed off the bed and made a grab for her clothing, but threw her dress back down in a heap on the floor, not really knowing what she was doing. Lurching out into the dimly lit corridor, she glanced to her left, then to her right. Where, oh where could she find what she wanted?
All around her from the rooms lining the corridor, she could hear strange noises - heavy breathing, laughter, long moans, the creaking of bedsprings. In each room she knew there were men and women embracing each other in the lewdest imaginable combinations and positions. But the thought did not repulse her. She needed a cock now, any man's cock, it didn't matter whose. She was desperate.
Finally, she made a decision and tried the door adjacent to the bedroom she'd just left. To her surprise, it wasn't locked and opened silently, so that she could enter unobserved. There was a dim blue light on by titt bed in the room, and she could see three people arrayed on the mattress in what, for the untried young wife, was a most fanciful position. .There was a man lying flat on his back in the middle, and a dark-haired woman whom Sarah recognized as Ralph's wife Carolyn was astride his hips on her knees, jerking up and down over him so that his cock plunged in and out of her widespread vagina.
At the same time there was another man in a standing position astride the prostrate male, and as Carolyn jerked rhythmically up and down she was sucking this man's cock like a fast-moving piston, bobbing her head back and forth and making unabashed slurping noises, groaning and mewling with an abandoned desire that did nothing to calm Sarah's intense frustration. She couldn't believe it was Ralph's wife, the trim chic business woman taking on two men at once like this ... it just didn't make ssnse, but it excited her so much that she found her fingers teasing warmly in between her thighs, moving in toward her hotly glistening cunt. No, that wasn't good enough, she told herself. She needed a man now, a man with a thick hard cock to plunge deep inside her belly. But these two men were obviously occupied, and she couldn't wait, she had to find someone else.
The frantic blonde tried several other doors and saw similar scenes, each one building up the burning desire inside her loins. Distraught, she hurried downstairs to the living room, desperate to find someone who would be free to take her, to gjve her the pleasure she could no longer be without. She stumbled once in her bare feet, but quickly grabbed the bannister and righted herself.
Calm down,- Sarah, calm down, she kept telling herself, but her naked body was alive with carnal lust and would not listen to reason. She had to be fucked once more . . . only once more, she told herself. She promised Jed silently she would never do it again, that this would be the last time she betrayed their marriage and, clearing her conscience in this manner, she made her way into the living room.
"Ymmmm, agggghhhh!" she could hear another female voice groaning. "Lick me, suck me. Oh God, suck my cunt."
The woman was in the middle of the living room, her legs spread wide, her belly lurching high in the air as she acrobatically arched her back, pushing off from the floor with her elbows. Her long dark hair dragged to and fro against the thick carpeting as the man kneeling between her legs hungrily nibbled at her pussy, sucking with loud, obscene noises, his hands supporting her buttocks as though he were drinking from a huge medieval goblet of wine. Sarah, tensed and trembling in her need for fulfillment, watched in fascination as the gypsy-like woman undulated her whole body against the man's mouth, her long thighs flexing and hollowing, her voluptuously full breasts jiggling, and soft moans pouring out encouragement from her throat.
"Deeper," she urged in a harsh voice. "Stick your tongue in deeper. Yesss, ohhh yesssss!"
Sarah was ready to scream with the frustration of searching out a man. Any man at all would do at this point, but as she strained her eyes she could find no one else in the living room. In desperation, she wandered out into the kitchen and came face to face with a powerfully-built middle-aged man leaning against the sink, balancing a drink precariously in one hand. He was naked except for his black socks and garters and the funny-looking hat he was wearing. And he was obviously drunk.
"Well, what do you know," he said sloppily. "I was just about to go upstairs and find myself some pussy, when in it walks! What luck! I guess I don't have to go anywhere after all."
This wasn't what Sarah had expected at all, and the sight of him suddenly brought her back to her senses. She searched desperately for something to say to him, but no words came from her mouth as he lurched drunkenly toward her.
"What's the matter, baby? You look like you seen a ghost. I ain't no ghost, I'm Harry Cross, right here in the flesh."
With a loud, bellowing laugh, he pointed down at his penis, which even though dangling limply between his legs, looked rather long.
Where did he come from, Sarah wondered? He didn't seem sophisticated and intelligent like the other men at the Davis party, but more like some sort of crude stranger who had walked in off the street.
"W-who are you?" she stammered as he came up close and curled one hand around her naked buttocks, squeezing the already abused flesh.
"What's it matter?" he asked. "You can call me the uninvited guest. I drove some people over in a taxi and decided to stay."
"You mean you're a ... a cab driver?"
"Yep, that's me. Harry Cross, cab driver extraordinary. This is one hell of a party, ain't it, baby?"
She tried to back away as he pressed close to her, raking her cheeks with his whiskey breath. But he would have none of it and grasped her buttocks with both hands, pulling her loins up tight against him, his penis quickly rising up hard and stiff between her legs.
"I ... I don't even know you," she protested feebly, but it was a losing battle, for in spite of his drunkenness he was hotly aroused and refused to let her go. And anyway, she hadn't known the other men either! For a moment Sarah had regained her senses all right, but now with his taut-fleshed cock pressing demandingly against the triangle of her cum-slippery pussy, she knew she could no longer contain the fires that were burning so hotly in her adulterous belly. And she knew she didn't want to try!
"Come on, baby, how 'bout a nice big kiss," he said, grinning sloppily at her. His hands kneading her pliant buttocks, he smeared his mouth wetly over her lips, sliding his thick tongue deep into her throat.
And in spite of a disapproval of his manners, she gave him more than he asked for in response. She sucked voraciously on his tongue, creating a powerful vacuum that nearly tore it from its roots. She nibbled at his lips, her curly head twisting with feverish passion, her naked body squirming against him with the fluid undulations of a supple snake. She clenched her legs tightly together around his poling cock, feeling it throb in lewd response against the soft insides of her thighs, and feeling the sticky sperm from her first anal fuck still dribbling slowly down the backs of her legs. Her cunt was soaking wet, its thick secretions pouring down over his cock, and still she restrained herself, purposely torturing both of them so that their orgasm would come with a powerful explosion.
It didn't matter that he was a drunken cab driver who had wandered uninvited into the party, who didn't really belong there. The only thing that mattered was his being a male with a good stiff cock between his legs, a cock capable of giving her the climax that had so far eluded her. She was determined to excite him to a fever pitch of lust, to stimulate his erotic fantasies until he came with the force of a white-water torrent.
She nibbled and licked at his face, slid her hot slithering tongue in his ear, and breathed out obscene encouragements against his neck.
"Ummmh, darling, you like my pussy, don't you? It's so hot and wet. .. waiting for you . .. "
"Shit," he groaned. "Come on, let's fuck. What are you waitin' for?"
"Not so fast, we can't do it yet. We're not ready yet."
She could hardly believe the soft words that were pouring from her mouth. It was as though in the course of a night she had changed from a frustrated suburban housewife into an experienced whore, in control of the horny man she was dominating, getting him to do exactly what she wanted, exactly what would be best for the both of them.
"I want you to lick me first. I want you to suck my cunt. You promise?"
She led him over to the kitchen table, and lay down across it flat on her back, her legs spread wide to tempt him with the sight of her nakedly exposed young pussy, offered up to him like a willing sacrifice.
The cab driver's eyes bugged out and he was practically salivating like a mad dog at the sight. Jesus, he never expected this broad to be so easy after the way she seemed to shy away from him when she'd first entered the kitchen. She obviously thought she was too good for him at first, but now he was going to show her. He was going to eat her pussy until she was writhing in ecstasy on the kitchen table, begging to have his cock inside her.
"Go on," she encouraged him. "Tongue-fuck me. Eat me!"
The words came out hoarse and grating from her throat, completely surprising her with the force they carried. An appreciative smile lighting his face, the cab driver sank to his knees and gripped the insides of her thighs, spreading them wide apart in a wide "vee" that strained her muscles to the limit. But she pushed her torso up, supporting herself on her elbows so that she could witness the obscene thing being done to her by this stranger.
She watched as Iris tongue appreciatively circled his thick lips, as his eyes danced with excitement and his head moved slowly forward. Her whole body tensed with wild anticipation and her muscles suddenly jerked when she felt the first wet contact of his tongue against her pussy lips.
"Oh yesss, God yesss," she groaned, struggling to fight back the pangs of pleasure that threatened to bring on a premature orgasm. It was delicious, it was beautiful, and she wanted it deeper inside her. Tilting her head back she closed her eyes to allow pictures of the party to flood her brain.
She could see herself only moments ago sucking a man's cock while another man grasped at her hips from behind and plunged his penis deep into her virgin anus, slicing in and out with the fury of a mammoth piston. She could picture Ralph's proper wife in the other bedroom upstairs, grinding up and down on the prostrate man lying naked beneath her while her mouth worked frantically on still another man's turgid penis. It was as though a lewd stag movie were flashing before her eyes, but she knew it wasn't fantasy, knew that all this was real and had actually happened! Even the husky cab driver kneeling between her wide open legs and preparing to fuck her with his tongue was real. It was depraved, insane! But she was loving every second of it and wanted more! Oh God, how could she ever go back to Jed again with his silly puritanical ideas about health food and germs. How would he ever be able to satisfy her-once she had experienced all this?
"Ready for it, doll?" the cab driver grinned coyly, gazing up at her from between her wide-open legs.
"Yes, yesss, oh please suck me! Hurry!"
He poised himself for action once again, but teasing her on purpose, waited for her to beg him one more time. She whimpered and then reached anxiously forward, curling her hands into his hair, moving his face toward the widespread "vee" of her loins, until suddenly he swung into action himself, muttering ah' animalistic groan, and suddenly spearing his tongue sharply in between the moistened folds of her pussy flesh.
Her body jerked and she clamped her legs tightly around his neck, her bare heels crossing over his shoulders. She grimaced in lust as his head began bobbing back and forth between her inner thighs, his tongue making harsh sucking noises as it probed the depths of her palpitating inner chamber. Her pussy lips twitched and pulsed with a need of their own, flooding his mouth with her vaginal lubrication, her buttocks grinding hard against the cold bare table top.
Harry began moving his stiffened tongue into her with long strokes as though it were a cock, driving as deep as he could reach into her quivering belly, and withdrawing to circle around the folds at her tight cuntal entrance. Damn, he'd never expected to be participating in an orgy when he'd gone to pick up his Fare tonight, a typical middle-class husband and wife who lived in a nearby suburb.
But he'd decided to linger for a couple of minutes, looking in the window from his cab, and that had turned out to be the wisest move he could have made. In a few minutes he saw everyone kissing and hugging inside, and taking a chance, he had ventured in, finding the kitchen door open. Christ, he'd never seen anything like it - people* screwing in the living room, on the stairway, fucking noises coming from the upstairs bedrooms, and now . . . now this luscious young blonde who'd just happened to walk into the kitchen as though she were meant for him.
He paused to catch his breath, and then speared into her hard, grinding his tongue around inside her palpitating cunt, and feeling the little lips jumping and twitching in answer, as though trying to draw him farther inside. Her thighs trembled around his temples, and he grunted with the effort of mining her honey-warm loins.
"Fuck me, Harry the cab driver! Now!" he heard her beg above his head, her legs suddenly unlocking from around his neck. His cock jumped at the command, spearing up harder and longer between his legs, quivering in the anticipation of entering the blonde girl's warmly waiting pussy.
He stood straight up in between her open legs, clamping his palms tightly on her hips and gazing down at her frantically aroused body. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the edge of the table, her head dangling back over the other side, her hips and buttocks undulating in a smooth rolling rhythm, and soft incomprehensible moans issuing from her throat.
Harry Cross wasted no time. Posing his spear-like cock directly at the glistening pink fold of her passion-flushed cunt, he suddenly rammed forward, driving his pounding member deep inside her milk-white belly and bringing a shriek of joy from her contorted lips.
"Oh God, at last! Harder! Harder!" she begged.
He slaved like a bull ramming in and out with wild powerful strokes that drove into the depths of her belly and brought his cock out again. He leaned forward to grab at her dancing breasts, making her writhe uncontrollably on the table, bucking and grinding her loins against his. Obscene wet sluicing noises echoed through the room as he plunged into her faster and faster, grunting and groaning, his heart beating with a fury that threatened to break through the walls of his chest.
God, she wanted it more than any woman he had ever seen before! She was working to pump every ounce of sperm that his balls could produce, spurring him on with incredibly lewd words, twisting and squirming as though she had gone completely out of her mind!
"Aaaaaaghhh! Awwww!" Sarah wailed as the cab driver's cock rocketed in and out of her belly, making her body seethe with a lust so pure that she could do nothing but surrender to it. She labored slave-like, her inner cunt struggling to capture his penis and keep it inside her forever. Why had she denied herself this pleasure for so long? Why had she waited? But it didn't matter now, because she was being screwed like a whore, and was enjoying every second of it!
Through the fog of her mind, the cock-stuffed blonde could hear other male voices in the kitchen, murmuring appreciative chuckles. But it didn't matter in the least who was watching. The only thing that mattered was the abandoned carnal pleasure searing her body.
"Cum, cum!" she screamed savagely at the cab driver. "Now! Cum with meeeeeee!"
She could feel his cock throbbing larger in the well of her loins, her own body shuddering in sympathy, and finally the fiery spurts of hot liquid sperm from his penis flooded her cum-hungry belly. She gasped and moaned, her legs splaying out widely and finally falling to either side of his body as he continued to jerk inside her. Her belly quivering and palpitated, sucking his life-giving semen deep inside, and at last she could feel his organ deflating inside her, and she let out a long low sigh, her arms falling out limp to her sides.
At last she was satisfied. She had been fucked in every possible place tonight, and now she knew that whenever she wanted more, she could return and get it. She would never be frustrated again, never!
Chapter Five
Sarah woke very early in the morning just before dawn and found herself still on the kitchen table, her head throbbing and her loins aching with a hammer-like pain. She was naked and the house seemed virtually deserted. Liquor bottles lay strewn over the kitchen floor, dirty glasses and dishes were piled up in the sink, and an eerie silence reigned through the house.
As the young wife shook her head clear, she tried to fight back the lewd memories of what she had done the night before, but it was a useless effort, for they were flooding her mind no mind how hard she tried to shut them out. Visions of naked bodies locked in obscene embraces danced wildly before her mind as though she were watching some kind of X-rated movie playing on a screen. She could see women's lips stretched around men's lust-engorged red penises, men's heads buried lewdly between the legs of prostrate women and greedily sucking their vaginas, but it was no fantasy. It was all too true, and she had participated in the very scenes her minds's eye was recalling now. God, what had she let herself in for? She'd gone too far too fast, and what was worse enjoyed it all! Much as she might like to turn back now, she couldn't! But then, did she really want to?
Hoisting herself off the table top, the bewildered blonde staggered into the living room, only to find it deserted and even in more of a mess than the kitchen. How could she possibly get home without her clothes, which she remembered leaving in one of the bedrooms upstairs? She staggered toward the stairway, but reaching the foot, suddenly stopped. No, she couldn't look for her things now. There might still be people in the bedrooms.
Besides, she had to get home now, she had to get back to her own bed and fall into a comfortable night's sleep. God, how she needed to sleep after all that had happened! She decided at that moment to hurry home across the lawn, even though dawn was breaking. There was hardly a chance that someone would see her traipsing naked across the grass - not at this hour, to be certain. And so, turning away from the stairs, she headed out the terrace door into the cool night and ran as quickly as she could to her home.
She slept soundlessly without a single dream, as though she'd been heavily drugged, and in fact when the doorbell woke her late in the afternoon, she had no idea what day it was, or that the bell had been ringing for practically twenty minutes. Groggy, her eyes half-closed, she slipped into a bathrobe and half-fell down the stairs, finding Carolyn Davis and her sister waiting at the door. They were the perfect picture of friendly neighbors, and from their manner, Sarah would have hardly been able to tell that anything unusual had happened the previous night, had she not experienced it all herself.
"Well, hello," Carolyn said. "My you've certainly slept late today, haven't you? I hope you had a good time last night."
"Y-yes," Sarah answered in embarrassment. "Can I get you some coffee or something?"
"Sure. That would be wonderful. Actually, you look like you need some yourself. Marcia and I just stopped in for a moment to talk to you."
Sarah was a bit overwhelmed by their presence^ especially after just waking up, but she managed to negotiate her way into the kitchen and prepare the coffee, and when she returned, the two dark-haired sisters were sitting side by side on the living room couch, casually smoking cigarettes. It was as though they'd dropped in to discuss a feeling that wasn't their intention at all.
"I suppose you've guessed by now, the real reason we stopped by was to discuss your husband," Carolyn said.
"Yes," Marcia added. "The poor handsome man. He's been away and he's had no idea of what you've been doing."
Sarah cringed slightly as Marcia said this, the previous evening's activities flooding through her mind and bringing a blush to her cheeks. It was obvious that Carolyn was the more tactful of the two women.
Sipping her coffee, Ralph's wife smiled at Sarah and continued her business.
"You realize, of course, that our club is strictly for couples. We made an exception last night because Ralph was so attracted to you. Otherwise we would have waited until your husband had returned. Now really, you mustn't feel guilty or embarrassed about anything. I know that is the way new members feel sometimes, but you have to realize you haven't done anything wrong. If you can just relax, everything will be fine."
"Oh Carolyn, stop being so long-winded," Marcia cut in. "We're talking to a grown woman, not a child. Can't you be more direct?"
The sophisticated older woman shot an annoved alance at her sister, then continued.
"Jed will be back tomorrow night, right? Good. Well, then, we'd like to proceed as soon as possible without wasting any time. Would it be possible for you to go out with Ralph that evening0 We'll say it's to a neighborhood meeting, so I'm sure your husband will approve. And that way, of course ..."
She hardly needed to complete the sentence, for in spite of her direct, business-like manner, Sarah knew exactly what was on the two women's minds. The moment she left the house, they were going to move in and seduce her husband. It was unreal, just as everything else in the past few days had been unreal, but how could she protest now, after she had slept with Carolyn's husband, after she had participated in a swap orgy at their house? No, she certainly couldn't play the role of injured wife now, even though some perverse instinct deep inside made her want to do so.
She had to be reasonable. The only way she could possibly save her marriage was by making Jed more interested and aggressive on the sexual side. But she had tried and tried without succeeding, so that the only alternative left was to let her two neighbors take over from her own point of departure. Little did they know what a hard time they would have seducing her super-hygienic husband. What else was there to do, though, but Jet them try?
"Yes, I think that can be arranged," Sarah said finally. "But I have to warn you, Jed has no idea of anything that's been going on, and I mean, even though he wears long hair, he's not what you'd call liberal when it comes to sex."
Marcia's mouth curled in a wry smile, and she blew a jet of smoke toward the ceiling, as though Sarah's words had been a challenge.
"There's a first time for everything, isn't there?" she said coyly.
On Monday afternoon, Sarah practiced her excuse for running off in the evening right up until the time rolled around to pick Jed up at the airport. She was so nervous she could hardly drive, fearful that something would go wrong, knowing that if it did, it would be her downfall, her disgrace. She parked the car at the airport then sat for a couple of minutes, breathing deeply to restore her calm. Now it was all beginning. She walked in measured steps to the gate and stood mute, staring straight ahead, waiting for her husband.
He came through the gate smiling and went directly to her. He kissed her on the lips without touching any part of her body, not putting an arm around her, not drawing her to him. Just a quick kiss and that was all. Her nerve faltered, ^ almost fled completely, but then when he began talking, she regained some of her self-confidence.
"You wouldn't believe it, Sarah," he said enthusiastically. "Even the big department stores are buying our health foods in large volume. The new man they hired for western Pennsylvania is very good too. I was quite pleased with him. Also, I think they're going to promote me to sales manager very shortly."
He was in high spirits as he helped her into the car, talking a mile a minute, smiling profusely, and paying no heed to the nervous expression on her face. As usual he was lost in his own world with no concern for how she had passed her week without him. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, he got around to the subject.
"Well, how was your week? Tell me what you've been doing."
It was all Sarah could do to control the bitter laugh that was rising in her throat. How could she tell him that she'd been sleeping with her next door neighbor, that she'd been to an orgy where she'd taken on two men at the same time, and finished the night with a cab driver who happened to be an uninvited guest? No, she couldn't dare mention anything of the kind, but sooner or later he would find out for himself.
All she could say was: "Everything's been fine. I hope you had a good trip."
"Well, you must have done something." he said. "I hope you watered the plants at least."
"Oh yes, I watered the plants. I saw a good deal of the neighbors too. Ralph and Carolyn Davis are very nice people. I can't really understand Carolyn's sister too well, though. She seems very strange."
"Carolyn's sister? She's the one who wears those sexy outfits all the time, isn't she?"
Sarah was flabbergasted that he had made a remark like this.
"I didn't realize you had your eye out for things like that," she said in surprise.
"Sometimes I do. I'm human, you know." When they'd finally arrived home, Sarah looked at her watch and broke the news of her departure, feeling less nervous about it now that the time had come than she had been all day long just thinking about it.
"I'm sure you had something to eat on the plane," she said. "I forgot to tell you that Ralph Davis from next door is picking me up at eight for a neighborhood meeting. I didn't think you'd want to go along because I thought you'd be exhausted from your trip."
"Community meeting. What kind of community meeting is this? I didn't know there was a group here."
"Oh, it's very impromptu," Sarah lied. "It's a protest against the new expressway they're trying to build through the park. I knew you would be against it too, when you realized how many trees they were intending to cut down. When Ralph asked me if I'd go, I agreed immediately."
"Hmmmmmh, well maybe you have something there. You know I don't believe in trees being torn down. It's not good at all for the ecosystem. I'm glad you responded when Ralph asked you. I gather you've been seeing quite a lot of them lately."
"Well, I was lonely, Jed. And I have to admit I was a little scared too with you being away."
"Yes, I suppose that's natural. I'm just a little surprised you didn't tell me about this earlier, like when we were driving back from the airport."
"I ... I didn't think of it then. It slipped my mind . . . but it won't be too long really, and Ralph should be here any minute. I have to run up and get dressed."
Just as Sarah was about to leave the kitchen, she suddenly stopped and turned to speak to her husband, a pang of guilt striking her. She knew what was going to happen tonight and somehow she felt she should prepare him for it.
"Jed ... I think I should tell you, Carolyn and her sister are quite anxious to meet you.
They all want to be friends with both of us."
Jed looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Oh, well, that's very nice ... I suppose we should get to know our neighbors. I just hope they don't have a lot of cocktail parties and things they'll invite us to. I don't think I could really get intimate with people who drink and smoke. They do, don't they?"
"I'm afraid they do," Sarah said, stifling a laugh. "They do other things too."
Within half an hour, Ralph Davis rang at the door and greeted his young neighbor's husband with the utmost cordiality.
"Jed, I've heard a lot about you from your wife. It's a shame we didn't get a chance to meet before. Sarah, I suppose, told you we're going to a neighborhood meeting tonight. Why don't you come along? The more people on our side the better." _ "Actually, I'd like to, but I think that would interrupt my schedule. Besides, I've got some herbal tea brewing on the stove."
"That's too bad, but it's okay. Sarah mentioned that you like to take good care of yourself "Well, you only have one body," Jed answered. "And I want to keep mine in good shape as long as I can."
"I don't blame you, don't blame you one bit. Wish I could get back in shape myself."
"You could, you know, they have some wonderful health foods these days ..."
But before he could continue his sales pitch, Sarah entered the living room from upstairs, looking charming and radiant in a print-flowered dress She had even put on perfume and was hoping that her husband wouldn't notice.
"Well, see you later then," Jed said, showing them to the door. "That is, if you don't get back too late I usually go to bed at eleven. You have your key, don't you, Sarah?"
"Yes, dear, good-night." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then exited with Ralph, who threw his arm around her shoulder as soon as Jed closed the front door.
"He doesn't have the slightest idea what's in store for him, does he?" Ralph laughed.
"No, he'll be completely surprised. I hope to God everything works out all right."
"Don't worry. When it comes to the male sex, my wife and her sister know exactly what they're doing."
Chapter Six
As Sarah and Ralph Davis left, Jed wandered back to the kitchen and turned out the flame under the boiling pot of water. He'd been thinking a lot about his wife since going away to Pittsburgh to break in the new salesman. Sarah had been acting so strange and annoyed lately, and he couldn't understand that night when she had crawled into his bed and tried to do things to him that she knew were harmful to the body. She should have known he wouldn't submit to anything like what she'd attempted, but she had tried anyway, and that disturbed him. Perhaps there were some fundamental differences between him and Sarah that they should discuss and try to resolve, but at least tonight she had seemed happy and bubbly, and he was glad of that, even though she hadn't informed him of this important neighborhood meeting she was going to until the last minute.
Pouring the boiling water into his herbal infusion, he resolved to have a deep discussion with his pretty wife at the earliest possible opportunity. But how should he approach it, he wondered. As he pondered to matter, he heard the front doorbell ringing and raised his eyebrows in surprise. Who could it be at this hour of the evening? It was almost eight o'clock. Curiously, he entered the living room, peeked out the door, and then opened it.
"May I come in?" the dark-haired woman inquired politely. "I'm your next door neighbor."
"You mean Ralph Davis's wife."
"No, not his wife, darling, his sister-in-law. I thought I might borrow a cup of sugar or something."
"Uh . . . well, yes, of course come in. I mean, please do."
Shooting him a sly glance from her olive-dark eyes, Marcia brushed passed, entered the living room and placed a cigarette in her long, gem-studded holder.
"You wouldn't happen to have a light, would you?"
"A light? You mean you want to smoke a cigarette?"
"Yes, that's the idea, my dear. It's difficult to. smoke a cigarette without a light of some sort, don't you think?"
"Uh . . . yes, I guess it is. I never smoke myself."
It was the strangest thing he'd ever seen, a female neighbor simply walking into his home and taking command of it as if it were hers, even smoking a cigarette without permission.
"I'll get you some sugar," he suggested helpfully. "How much would you like?"
"Oh, don't be silly. Just sit down on the couch here next to me. You know as well as I do that I didn't come for sugar. I just came over to introduce .myself. My name is Marcia in case you haven't learned it already. I'm something of a neighborhood terror."
Jed's eyes fixed on the revealing two-piece outfit she was wearing, on the smooth dark skin of her suntanned belly, and on her high-set voluptuous breasts which looked as though they could barely be contained by her small halter top. She was a stunning female, he had to admit that much, but why had she suddenly walked into his house at this hour?
"Just relax, darling. Come over here and sit down next to me."
She was blowing smoke up in the air, and patting the couch next to her. There was something so fascinating about her that he could hardly resist her invitation.
"Wait till I get my tea. I'll be right back."
Jed took his cup with trembling hands from the kitchen table and re-entered the living room, only to see the woman with her arm over the back of the sofa, as though waiting for him.
"You could fix me a drink," she hinted bluntly.
"Uh, well, we don't drink actually, but sometimes Sarah keeps something around for guests. I'll go take a look."
Jed was completely bewildered by Marcia's casually forward attitude, but he rummaged around in the bottom of the living room china cabinet and stumbled upon a partly emptied bottle of whiskey. He retrieved a glass and set the bottle on the cocktail table alongside it.
"What service," Marcia chuckled as she poured her own drink and then leaned back on the sofa, crossing her legs. Hesitantly Jed sat down near her, his gaze wandering to the smooth surface of her stockinged leg as it emerged from the side slit of her dress.
"I hear that Sarah has gotten to know you people," he said in an effort to make conversation.
"That sort of a mild way of putting it. Oh, yes, Sarah's gotten to know us. Now it's our turn to get to know you. I mean, my turn."
Jed fidgeted with his hands in his lap, then looked up at his neighbor's dark seductive eyes, which were fixed on his face in a sultry stare.
"Tell me, Jed," she murmured softly. "Are you in a romantic mood tonight?"
"Romantic? I . . . well, I don't know what you mean exactly."
"Come closer to me. I'll show you what I mean."
It was incredible. She couldn't really mean what he thought she meant, but his doubts were gone as he obeyed her command and sidled up next to her, catching the scent of her airy perfume. It stirred something in the depths of his soul, and he knew he was fighting a losing battle with his conscience, his mind and all his morals. Never before had he felt such an earthshaking desire as he felt for this beautiful woman who had just issued what amounted to a command. It seemed that all his efforts to lead a healthy, disciplined life were about to be crushed in one blow. If he hadn't been away from Sarah for so long, perhaps his animal instincts would be more easily controllable now. But he felt his heart fluttering as he curled his hand around her waist and felt her body move willingly against his. His knees grew weak, his breath more rapid. Her slightly parted lips were red and moist and less than an inch away, and in a matter of seconds the barriers of his conscience were suddenly broken down.
He seized her roughly and devoured her temptingly full lips with his mouth like a savage animal bursting from a cage.
"Ummmh, what a beast you are," she breathed, breaking away for a split second. But he was on her again, driving his tongue between her teeth into her sweetly working mouth, feeling his penis stiffen in the prison of his pants as she turned and pressed her thigh against the bulge. He couldn't believe that he was holding her soft pliant body in his arms that she was responding to him freely, stimulating him with every erotic movement of her loins. It was wrong. He had never wanted to do anything like this, but his mind had deserted him, overpowered by the dark hidden desires of his flesh.
"Let's go up to your bedroom," she said.
"But.. . we .. . Sarah ..."
"Don't worry about Sarah, Ralph's taken care of that. She won't be back for a good long while yet."
He was too confused to wonder about what she meant by Ralph "taking care" of Sarah, and did not bother to ask as she led him up the stairs to his bedroom, unhooking her flowered brassiere top before they were even inside. She turned to him at the foot of the bed with a come-hither smile on her face and slowly slid the halter down over her voluptuously rising breasts until the two mounds swayed naked and tan, tempting him with thoughts of unclean, unhealthy things.
"Well, start taking your clothes off, Jed. Or would you like me to undress you?" she laughed, unzipping her long skirt. He stood gaping at her, frozen in disbelief, except for his' throbbing penis which was making his pants bulge like a tent.
She was the most, exciting ravishing woman he had ever seen, and it was as though she'd appeared from one of the mental fantasies that he had been trying so long to repress. As she lay on the mattress on her back, spreading her arms and legs wide, he found his trembling fingers going for his belt buckle and quickly undoing it. All thoughts of his moral code and of his absent young wife had fled from his mind. He couldn't believe it would be this easy to make him stray from the disciplined path he had chosen. Obviously, something had been wrong with his philosophy all along, something he was hardly aware of.
"Ummmh, I've been waiting so long for this, Jed," she murmured sensually as she watched him undressing. "Ever since the first day I saw you I've wanted to sleep with you. You've got such a powerful body."
His face grew red at her words, but nevertheless, he quickly stripped away his shirt and trousers and stepped out of his undershorts, his cock springing out between his legs like a bamboo pole. Leaving his clothes in a careless pile on the floor, he moved beside her on the bed, and she guided his hands down to the waistband of her black silk panties.
"Nice and slow," she cooed soothingly. "Just roll them down slow."
For a moment he froze, gazing down in awe at her near-naked body in a state of shock. His eye traveled from her deeply tanned features to her provocatively rounded breasts, firm and pointing upward and crowned with a pinkness that he had never seen before. His glance took in her stomach, flat and smooth, its soft flesh rippling in the light and shadow of the room. All along he'd thought that sex was dirty and filled with germs, but as he took in the ripely undulating curves of her body, he knew there was nothing that would stop him from partaking of her. God, how he wanted her.
"Well, are you going to take my panties off?" she laughed softly, her white teeth flashing as her eyes twinkled.
He could feel his curled fingers trembling against her hips, and slowly he rolled her panties down over her buttocks and then pulled them off her legs to the floor. The dark triangular nest of her pubic hair glistened wickedly in the half-light, seeming to move and undulate as though it were beckoning him to enter her. He knew it was all in his imagination, but it set his cock throbbing with maddening pulsations.
As he stood beside the bed, she reached up and grasped his jutting penis, her warm fingers curling around the bulbous head and massaging it slowly back and forth until it swelled bigger and bigger. She laughed again, then reached for his hips and pulled him down beside her, pressing her mouth against his and nibbling at his lips. They kissed long and passionately, her tongue snaking and curling around his, her mouth working hungrily against his lips. Gently she moved his head to her breasts, and he kissed and licked them, feeling the soft flesh rise and fall with her even breathing. Seized by the animal passion he had been trying to fight for so-long, he bit softly at her nipple, swirling his tongue around the tip as moans of growing pleasure poured from her lips.
Marcia moved the young salesman's head back up to her mouth, kissed him long and hard, feeling her breasts being massaged and her nipples twisted and rolled in his fingers. Then she pushed down on his shoulders until he was kissing her stomach, making the muscles ripple and undulate and sending spears of lustful desire through her already moistening cunt. She could feel him searching around down there, hesitantly, as though afraid of what to do next.
"Go on, lick my cunt. Stick your tongue inside it."
"I ... I can't lie protested. "What about germs?"
His next door neighbor could barely contain her laugh, but made an extra-hard effort nonetheless, and pushed him further down the length of her body until she could feel his breath flowing teasingly against her vaginal lips. Oh, God, she wanted him to tongue-fuck her so badly! But this was no time to try persuading him with words. Spreading her legs apart, she drew her knees up high until his head was in between her thighs. Then she furled her hands in his hair and urged his head down toward the wetly waiting triangle of her loins.
Jed had never done anything like this in his life, and though he knew it was obscene and immoral, he could barely control the animal instincts raging inside him. He held himself immobile for a long second as her fingers dug hard against his scalp, and suddenly all resistance was gone.
His mouth touched the hot wet lips of her vagina and his tongue, as though obeying an unspoken command, speared in between the fleshy folds, making her belly suddenly twitch. It was warm and wet inside, and the pungent taste was delicious and honey-like. He could feel hex fingers massaging his temples, drawing his head tighter and tighter against her secret flesh, and he responded with a rhythmic snaking motion, gliding his tongue experimentally inch by inch up into the "vee" of her loins.
"Ummmh, oh, yesss, deeper," she urged him on, her body beginning to squirm, her hands working through his thick tangled hair as she bent up from the mattress to feast her eyes on the sight of his tongue thrusting its way slowly, tentatively inside her cunt. She could tell he was still hesitant about experimenting with something he'd never tried before, and she urged him on gently until within a matter of minutes, he had fallen into an even sensual tempo, hunching himself up on his knees and gripping the tops of her thighs as his tongue pistoned in and out of her vagina, his saliva mingling with her own heady secretions which were flowing more freely now from the inner reaches of her belly.
His tongue felt long and thick inside her, but she wanted it deeper, wanted it twisting and winding up inside her like a snake.
"Faster, Jed, faster," she implored the health food advocate, releasing her hands from his head and collapsing back flat on the bed. As her head lolled from side to side, she gripped the edge of the mattress and dug her fingers tensely into the spread, moaning as his tongue suddenly pierced far up inside her pussy in belated response to her command.
She raised her legs high in the air, her feet pointing up at the ceiling, her full thighs enveloping his head in a fleshy envelope. She could hear him beginning to grunt with the first signs of carnal abandon and felt his head bobbing back and forth, his tongue jabbing into her like a short hot cock. Oh God, it was good, and what made it better was that he was so inexperienced and so obviously enjoying himself. She'd known from the moment she'd laid eyes on him that she wanted this, and she had been impatiently struggling toward her goal for months. She couldn't wait to get him in the swap club, because then he would be hers whenever her heart desired.
The swirling, driving tongue buried deep in her vagina was sending electrical pulsations of lust all through her sex-hungry body from the depths of her belly to the tips of her fingers. Her stiff-nippled breasts quivered voluptuously, and the tendons in her arms stood out in tense relief as she clutched at the sides of the bed. Everything was happening almost too fast and too soon. He was even easier to seduce than she thought he would be, and she would have to slow things down for a moment. Letting her legs drop to the mattress again, she bent forward and pushed his head out from between her thighs.
"Lie down on your back," she whispered. "I'm going to give you a special treat." She rolled him over crosswise along the bed and then got up to her knees between his legs on the mattress, gazing appreciatively at the hairy sperm-bloated balls nestled above his sinewy ass-cheeks, and the rigidly bobbing cock-shaft that jutted upward above them, red and quivering with barely controlled desire. Bending forward, the dark-haired vixen clasped his thighs firmly and lowered her head down toward his penis, parting her lips to kiss the rubbery head, her tongue flicking out to glide quickly over its surface and then retreat into her mouth once more.
"You're not worried about germs now, are you?" she asked, a teasing smile on her sensual face.
"N-no, not now. Go ahead . . . Hurry!" "Well, you have to tell me what you want me to do."
"Put your mouth on my . . . my penis."
"You mean like this?" Bending forward again, she ovalled her lips around the head and slowly withdrew them, feeling her neighbor's quivering member trembling in frustration.
"Suck me!" he groaned finally, unable to control himself any longer and reaching forward to tangle his fingers in her soft dark hair, just as she had done to him only moments ago.
This was what Marcia had been waiting for, and she quickly tightened her lips around the throbbing organ and moved her head up and down as she swirled her tongue against the underside of the bloated head. At the same time, she clasped his bull-like balls in her hands and began squeezing them with a practiced motion, feeling small droplets of eager moisture already trickling from the tiny slit at the tip into her mouth.
Jed groaned and jerked his hips upward, driving his lust-crazed cock even deeper into her warmly working mouth, closing his eyes tightly and wrapping his legs around her shoulders. It felt so warm, so good, he could hardly stand it, and all thoughts of germs and morality fled from his mind, so that he was completely absorbed in the lewd act his neighbor was performing on him. He could kick himself now for having denied pleasures like this for so long, but there was no use regretting anything. Only the pleasure of the moment counted. He could feel Marcia's lips slavering hotly at his throbbing penis, sucking its turgid fullness deeper and deeper into her throat until he couldn't believe it would go any further.
"Awwwwwghh, agghhhh!" he groaned savagely, his heels jerking against her back. He couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. He knew he was going to explode inside her any minute, and he could hardly wait!
But Marcia seemed to sense his imminent release, and suddenly withdrew from him, rising to her full height between his legs and looming over him as he lay flat on the bed.
"Now I'm going to let you fuck me," she announced, brushing her hand through her thick smoky hair and mounting the bed on top of him. For a moment, as though hypnotized, he lay perfectly still and simply watched as she straddled his hips, reached down and grasped his rigid cock in her hand.
"Have you ever done it like this before? Never mind. There's a first time for everything."
With her fingers on his blood-bloated cock-head, she slowly guided it between her moistened vaginal lips and lowered her hips down inch by inch.
"Ummmhhh, oh, that's good," she moaned, clenching her eyes tightly shut, feeling the thick stiff rod slowly moving up into her tingling vagina, stretching it wider with each inch of progress.
Jed kept his body tense, his muscles straining with delight to prolong the pleasant sensations that were coursing through his body. He could feel an aching pressure in his balls building up like steam in a pressure cooker, needing release at the earliest possible moment, but still he controlled himself and gazed at her lusciously slaving body moving up and down, skewering itself on his rock-hard rod of flesh. Suddenly he reached up and grasped her hands, yanking her down on top of him, her tight-nippled breasts grinding into his hairy chest as she writhed voluptuously against him. Then, in a trade of control, she reached back behind her and seized his balls, milking them with a steady motion, grinding the cum-inflated flesh in her palms.
The lust-drunk husband could stand it no longer, being restrained in an inferior position like this, and grunting, he pushed her off, until she was lying helplessly on her back beside him. Then he clambered into the saddle of her legs for what he intended to be a wild ride, wide with the pressure of his hands on the insides of her sun-bronzed thighs. He guided his cock down to the moistly gaping entrance of her waiting vagina and flicked his hips forward to ram solidly into her cunt. A steaming breath of pleasure seethed between her tightly clenched teeth and she reached to pull him down on top of her, her long nails raking across his back and raising tiny red welts of passion.
"Oh God, fuck me, Jed. Fuck me!" she pleaded, her whole body grinding and jerking beneath his skewering cock, but there was no need to urge him on any more strongly, for now he was completely in control of the situation, determined to get the ultimate satisfaction from this promiscuous woman who had offered her body as a sacrifice to his desires.
His face contorted with violent lust, he sliced deep into her quivering belly, making her legs twitch and her hips jerk with the sudden savage impact. He began ramming in and out with long powerful strokes, his face growing red, a film of sweat forming on his forehead. He could feel every inch of his palpitating cock-flesh buried inside her, her pussy lips twitching madly around the base of his shaft, her warm wet womb throbbing as he flexed himself deeper and deeper inside.
Possessed by a carnal desire he had never known before, he wriggled his hand in between her grinding ass-cheeks and suddenly wormed his middle finger into the tight little opening of her anus, bringing a moan of wild abandon from her throat. Her head flailed from side to side on the mattress, her suntanned breasts jiggled ripely, and she squirmed against the dual impalement of her loins. Looping her legs around the small of Jed's back and kicking into him with her heels, she pleaded with his cock to drive deeper and deeper inside her, wanting him to split her apart and drive all the way up to her throat.
"Cummm, cummm!" she screamed at him, her hands curling into his hair, massaging it wildly, her mouth planting hot wet kisses all over his cheeks and neck, until suddenly he felt a wild, strange excitement rippling through his belly, making his cock shoot up straight inside, making the head throb crazily as though it were going to burst.
Then he came like he had never cum before.
The hot searing liquid exploded from his steel-hard organ, jerking out in rapid-fire bursts deep up inside her cunt. She groaned and mewled as she received it, her heels digging into his buttocks, her eyes rolling in their sockets, and her body jerking and twitching with the savage force of a wild animal.
"Awwwwghhh, awwwghhhh!" she groaned, her fingernails digging into the soft skin of his back, her teeth biting at his shoulders. She was alive, aflame with the suppressed lust that had suddenly been released from her young neighbor. She knew she had succeeded now .. . she had captured him and made him hers, and never again would he resist her advances.
Oblivious of her schemes, Jed spurted the last of his sperm into her welcoming vagina and then with a murmur of exhaustion fell over on top of her sated body, his arms and legs splaying out limply to the side. He was finished now, spent, and would never be the same again. Thank God, Sarah hadn't returned in the middle of it!
Or had she? For all of a sudden he heard someone calling out on the way up the stairs, and he sprang from the bed in a panic. Just as he was in the middle of hoisting his shorts back up, the bedroom door swung open and he was greeted by Marcia's sister, Ralph Davis's wife.
"Oh, well excuse me," Carolyn said. "I knew Marcia because she had a phone call."
As she said this, Carolyn clicked the door shut behind her with a cat-like smile, her eyes all the while fixed on Jed's half-naked body. She removed her glasses, set them on the night table by the bed, and smoothed her dark hair down over her shoulders.
"Really, Carolyn, you're such a spoil sport," Marcia complained, moving up to a sitting position on the bed. "I was just having fun."
By now Jed had slipped into his undershorts, his face red with embarrassment. He was just about to reach for his trousers and slip them on, when he saw Carolyn curling her arms around to her back to unbutton her dress. He could hardly believe what he was seeing, and his mouth gaped in amazement.
It's time you stopped having all the fun," Carolyn said to her sister. "It's my turn now. Jed. would you come over here and help me undress, please?"
"Undress . . . w-what do you mean?" the man stammered, totally confused.
"Oh Jed, stop pretending," Marcia scolded him. "You know what she means. My sister wants the same thing you've just given me. I suppose it's only fair."
"My sister is more direct than I am, Jed, but she's exactly right. Now would you help me get out of these clothes? And don't worry about Sarah. Ralph's taking good care of her, and they won't be home for a couple of hours yet."
The next fifteen minutes or so whizzed before Jed's eyes like scenery passing beneath a low-flying airplane. Even before Marcia had fully dressed, Carolyn had slipped out of her clothes and stripped off Jed's shorts, arranging herself on the bed in an all-fours position. For the first few minutes the young health nut had felt completely exhausted, but the older woman's expertise had reawakened his carnal desires and in a few minutes he was driving his cock into her vagina from the rear, grunting and groaning with every violent thrust he made, his body responding to her low-throated moans and the comely circular motion of her hips. She trapped him inside her like a whore and brought him to hardness once again, spurring him on with her undulating hips and her savage cries until he came once again, spewing his sperm deep inside her pussy and then falling back on the bed in a totally dilapidated state.
"That was very good," Carolyn comforted him at the end, spreading the sheets over his naked body. "By the way, Jed, there's a party next week, and we all want you to come. I'm sure you'll have a good time."
"Yes, yes," he moaned, and then quietly he drifted off to sleep, wild fantasies of sexual abandon whirling inside his mind. Only now, what had just happened to him was stranger than any fantasy he could ever have imagined.
Chapter Seven
It was shortly before midnight when Sarah returned from her "neighborhood meeting", entered the bedroom and suddenly turned the light on. Jed started from his deep sleep and squinted at her.
"Sorry, Jed," she said casually, "But I have to find my way into the bathroom. My, you're getting sloppy these days. You've left your clothes all over the floor."
Turning his head and glancing at the floor, her exhausted husband suddenly remembered the clothing. My God, what could Sarah possibly be thinking? He'd never done anything like leave his clothes scattered all over the floor.
"I ... I was very tired," he apologized. "I forgot all about my clothes."
"Of course, you did. Don't you worry about a thing. I'll take care of them in the morning."
Suddenly the things Jed had done that evening hit him with a powerful force. God!
How had he let himself be led astray so easily? How had he let himself be seduced when all along he'd been telling his wife about the need for discipline in their own sex life? It was incredible that it had happened, but it had, and there was no denying it. But Sarah must never know. He had to keep his transgressions from her at all costs. And yet at the same time, he knew he was a changed man, and that he could never go back to being what he once had been.
He could hear the shower running in the bathroom, and then saw Sarah emerging stark naked toweling herself off.
"Did you have a nice evening?" she asked, slipping into her own bed beside him. "Uh . .. yes, I'm just very tired." In her mind, Sarah tried to imagine just exactly what had happened, but restrained herself from asking any questions. She knew full well that Carolyn Davis and her brazen sister had taken matters competently into their own hands and done whatever they had to do to bring her reluctant husband along. Still, knowing the way he thought and felt, she wondered whether he had rudely brushed them off, for she found it hard to imagine that he would willingly allow himself to engage in intercourse with two virtual strangers. She could only wait and see if there were any change in his behavior.
Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long.
"It was very funny," Jed said the following morning at breakfast. "I finally got to meet our neighbors."
"Oh?" Sarah raised her eyebrows.
"Yes, Marcia and Carolyn Davis came over last night when you were out with Ralph."
Sarah raised her coffee cup to her lips and waited to hear the rest of it, in truth feeling a trifle jealous, but she should have known that her husband wouldn't give her the whole story - not because he ever lied, but because he would be too embarrassed to tell her what actually had happened.
"Yes," he said, avoiding her eyes. "They just came over to say hello . . . They mentioned something about a party next week, but I presume Ralph must have told you about that."
"Yes, he did. I hope you won't mind going. It doesn't start until nine, so it might run a little bit late."
"No, I'd like to go," Jed agreed, much to her surprise. "I've been thinking it might do us a little good to get out once in a while. Naturally, we don't have to drink and smoke as I imagine most of the other people do. We could open the windows if the atmosphere became too muggy ... By the way, how was your neighborhood meeting last night? You were out awfully late."
"It was fine," Sarah lied. "I was surprised that the highway department people seemed so sympathetic to our point of view. It looks like they might decide not to run the road through the park after all."
"Good, I'm glad to hear that. We need trees, you know. Trees produce oxygen, and there's hardly enough oxygen left in the world as it is."
Sarah noticed that when he spoke, his words didn't seem to carry the conviction that they once used to. He appeared to be simply making conversation, and in a way this was a good sign, for it meant he was hiding something. Whatever he was hiding, she knew would spring out into the open in good time. Sarah and Marcia had made their mark, it was obvious.
Gradually, during the week, the hopeful blonde noticed other changes taking place too. Her husband's personality, in fact, seemed to be transforming itself right before her very eyes. He purchased a couple of bottles of liquor and started mixing the two of them mild drinks every evening. And on Wednesday and Thursday nights, on returning from work, he kissed her, passionately almost. He seemed more relaxed, more in control of himself than ever before. She had her doubts about the coming weekend, though, because no matter what Carolyn and Marcia had done, she was sure that Jed would not be able to accept the idea of a swap party - especially when he saw her going off to a bedroom with some other man. He would realize then that she had attended a similar party only the previous weekend and would rant and rave at her with all the fury of a typical cuckolded husband.
On Friday, Carolyn, returning home early from work, stopped in and tried to calm the young wife's fears.
"Don't worry, Sarah. Marcia and I took care of everything. I'm sure Jed is ready for his baptism of fire now. Believe me, it will only help to make your marriage much stronger. You have to have faith in that."
Giving other people confidence was one thing, but having confidence yourself was another, and when Jed returned that night, brimming with energy, she wondered whether she should confess the whole purpose of the party to him and in addition mention what she had done at the previous week's gathering. But no, there was no way to break his bubble. He seemed so sure of himself, so determined in every action that she had all kinds of intuitive feelings about how he would react to the party, but she had to keep them to herself. She sighed, then with great effort decided that things would just have to take their course, that she really had no control over the situation and that she would just have to feel her way through the whole scene that followed. She knew that in spite of any warning Carolyn and Marcia would have given him, that the swap party would be a great surprise to him just as it had been to her.
But what could she do? On Saturday evening she dressed carefully, and smiled at her husband when he held the car door open for her.
"Tell me, did you meet these people while I was gone?" he asked a trifle nervously. He was referring to Hal Royster at whose house the party was being held this week.
"Yes, kind of," Sarah replied. "But only very briefly."
She did not mention that she hadn't met Royster's wife, deciding it was best not to delve into the matter too deeply.
"Well, what kind of people are they?" he asked.
"Oh, they're like the rest of the people in the neighborhood. They're very nice I'm sure you'll like them."
"I hope so. I'm not used to parties, and if this one goes over well, maybe we'll go to more of them."
Sarah bit her tongue, trying not to say anything. If only Jed knew what he was in for ... it was going to be one surprising evening for him.
Hal Royster's house was a modern two-story structure set in an affluent suburb a twenty minute drive or so from where Sarah and Jed lived. The close-cropped lawn looked like a green carpet, with newly planted young shade trees. Jed drove up the driveway, parking last in a line of cars that had already arrived.
He was growing increasingly nervous, Sarah noticed, and just before the front door, he stopped her and clasped her hand in his.
"Sarah, there's something I think I should tell you," he said.
"Oh, what do you mean, Jed?"
"It's . . . it's about Carolyn and Marcia . . . when they stopped in on Monday ..."
She waited to hear what he was going to say, but he only fidgeted nervously and could not complete the sentence. She wanted to urge him on, to make him tell every tiling, but they were both too embarrassed, and the moment of truth had arrived too late. She knew that if she could tell him about everything that had happened between her and Ralph, then things might be easier, but now was obviously not the time.
They lingered for a hesitant moment, then she put her hand on his elbow and prodded him toward the doorway. Fortunately the living room was already filled, and they could lose themselves in the crowd. Hal Royster was greeting all comers at the doorway with his wife Suzanne, a petite blonde woman wearing a sexy low-cut evening gown.
"Hi, come on in," he said warmly, "The party's already started."
So far so good, but a moment later, Ralph Davis strode across the room and planted a kiss smack on Sarah's lips, patting her buttocks as he did so.
"Hhmph," Jed snorted. "It looks as though you really did get to know our neighbors pretty well."
Sarah could feel an embarrassed flush warming her cheeks, but fortunately at that moment, Carolyn Davis came to the rescue.
"Hello, Sarah, hello, Jed. It's so nice to see you both, especially you, Jed. You don't mind, do you, Sarah?"
Without waiting for Sarah's reply, her female neighbor threw her arms around her husband's neck and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips.
"Well, I see you've made acquaintance too," Sarah said slyly to her husband, who did not bother to reply.
At least now she was satisfied that they were both on an equal footing, that anything happening from here on in wouldn't be considered the fault of one or the other. Wandering deeper into the living room, they both sat down on a couch, and then in a matter of minutes; Suzanne Royster cornered Sarah and led her out to the large spacious kitchen to join the other women in the group. Suzanne informed them all that the party was going to be held in total darkness and that the men would do all the choosing this time. Then she directed each woman to an upstairs room, two to a room, where they would wait for the men to join them. Sarah, for her part was relieved to have matters out of her hands. She wouldn't be forced to explain everything to Jed, and the two of them would both follow the rules that had been laid out for them. As the kitchen lights, went off she felt a familiar hand on her arm. It belonged to Marcia.
"We're supposed to share the same room," she confided. "Don't worry about a thing. Jed will understand. Believe me he'll enjoy himself as soon as he finds out what's going on."
For some unexplained reason Sarah began sobbing silently at that moment.
"It can't be. He'll never forgive me. I love him, Marcia, I really do. You know how men are. It's one thing for them to do this, but it's completely different when it comes to their wives."
"Oh, Sarah, don't be silly. Men have to learn how not to be hypocrites. And believe me, you haven't done anything that your husband refused to do. Carolyn and I saw to that. It took us a little while, but he really got into the swing of things after a bit. He's a normal red-blooded man just like all the guys here tonight. Now stop crying about things ..."
"I ... I wish I could. But you just don't understand Jed."
They were moving up the stairway now to the bedroom designated for them to share.
"I understand Jed better than you think I do. Now dry your eyes," Marcia said. Once in the bedroom, the two of them helped each other undress, Sarah's finger's trembling as she eased her dark-haired neighbor out of her clothes.
"I ... I hope Jed doesn't see me . . . not tonight anyway. It won't be right."
"Don't worry. Everything's been arranged. He'll be off with someone else tonight. Remember that everything you're doing is natural."
Sarah was surprised at Marcia's words. The woman seemed so soothing and sympathetic, not cold and sophisticated as she'd been on every other occasion when the two of them had spoken. Perhaps Marcia wasn't as cold-hearted as Sarah had decided she was long ago.
When the two of them had removed their clothes, they lay down naked parallel to each other on twin beds, Sarah not entirely conquering her nervousness, as she wondered who her partner would be tonight. The room was air-conditioned and cool, and she slipped under the top sheet for warmth, turning over on her side just as the bedroom door opened. She did not realize that it was her own husband who'd entered.
"Oh Jed, isn't this nice," she heard Marcia welcoming him enthusiastically. She was about to turn toward him, but out of embarrassment kept herself hidden under the sheet. In her mind, she knew of course that her two neighbors had already seduced her husband once, but still she found it difficult to believe that he had submitted as easily as they'd said. So it was with mingled apprehension and fascination that she listened.
She could hear the bedsprings creaking, then Marcia's voice. "Come over here closer. I want you to lick my breasts."
"Anything you want, Marcia," came the eager husband's voice in tones of enthusiasm his listening wife could hardly believe. "I'll do anything now."
"Ummmmh, that's good. Kiss them. Lick my nipples. Ummmh."
The lewd words were too much for the young wife to bear, and she rolled over on her side in the direction of the action, lowering the sheet slightly so that she could see the two of them on the opposite bed. Marcia was up on her knees, the smooth curves of her voluptuous body illuminated by the soft bedroom light, cradling Jed's head against her breast. His hands played up and down over her hips and glided over her roundly swelling buttocks as his lips worked at her nipples, alternating from one swollen bud to the other. Marcia had her head tilted back and her eyes closed, and the soft moans of pleasure were issuing unchecked from her throat as her fingers worked into Jed's hair.
It was incredible, Sarah told herself. Jed seemed so relaxed and sure of himself, so pleased to be kissing his neighbor's naked breasts. There wasn't one word of protest about germs or anything else. He was actually enjoying himself! Although she knew this was a good thing, a feeling of bitterness crept over her. What had Marcia and Carolyn done that she herself had been unable to do since their marriage? After all, wasn't she just as sexy as they were? The thought of actually watching her husband and neighbor making love was torturing her, and yet she was fascinated at the same time. She couldn't let Jed know by any means that she was in the same room with him - not yet, at any rate - and she slipped under the sheet once again, her ears tuned to their whispered words.
"Who's that over there?" she could hear Jed saying.
"It's one of the other girls, but don't mind her. Just pay attention to me now, darling. I'm going to lean back, and I want you to lick me between my legs."
Sarah was so startled at the words she could feel goosepimples jumping out all over her flesh. Could that really be her Jed that Marcia was talking to? How could her germ-conscious spouse possibly bring himself to stick his tongue in Marcia's vagina when he had never even done that with his own wife? But there was no word of protest from his lips, and Sarah could hear the springs creaking as Marcia rearranged herself.
"That's it, darling . . . just breathe on me for a minute . . . Ummmh, yesss, like that, nibble a little . . . very lightly . . . ohhh,"
Once again Sarah took a chance and emerged from her cocoon to see what was happening, the sight only shocking her with jealousy. Jed was actually licking Marcia's pussy already . . . and he was working at it with the eager passion of a hungry animal.
Marcia was arched backwards on her knees, supporting herself with her arms behind her while Jed hunched over in the "vee" of her legs, his tongue darting lizard-like into her dark pubic triangle as he gripped her tan buttocks and kneaded the lush cheeks passionately with his fingers.
It was making Sarah desperately homy, and she wished her partner - whoever he might be -would hurry up and come in the room for her. She was so hotly aroused, in fact, that she slipped her hand down between her legs under the covers and began running her fingers lightly over the sensitive folds of her vagina, bringing tiny droplets of excited moisture oozing warmly from between the soft lips.
She closed her eyes and listened intently to the wet sucking noises her husband was making against Marcia's open cunt, the moans of delight that were spouting from her lips, and the increasingly louder sounds of the bedsprings moving beneath the adulterous pair. Oh God, why couldn't Jed be doing that to her? Why couldn't someone - anyone - be doing that to her? She was beginning to wonder whether Marcia hadn't somehow arranged things this way out of some perverse instinct to tease her, to put her in a position where she would witness her husband making love to another woman while she was left without a partner. That thought flashed across the distraught blonde's mind, but disappeared when the bedroom door opened once e again and two dimly-silhouetted figures made their way inside. She could hear their softly whispering voices first without actually seeing them, but instantly she knew that something was wrong, for the two people were apparently women.
"Well, I see your sister hasn't wasted any time," the one said.
"Marcia is very impatient, but we can't let her get all the goodies."
"No we certainly can't . . ..the poor man looks like he needs some help."
With this, Sarah threw the sheet off her naked body and blinked her eyes to focus on the newcomers. First she saw Carolyn Davis standing at the foot of the bed, and then the other woman whom she recognized as the blonde Mrs. Royster, their hostess for the evening.
Both of them were wearing stockings and panties and high-heeled shoes, and she wondered why in the world they had decided to wander in here. Why wasn't there another man somewhere? She could see that the blonde wasn't wasting any time, though, for she crawled up on the bed and rolled Jed over on his side.
"Hey, what is this? Wait a minute ..."
"There's room for two more of us, darling, isn't there, Marcia?"
The petite blonde took the lower half of the bed, and Sarah could see her fondling Jed's stiffly thickened penis, rolling and squeezing his inflated testicles with her other hand and then suddenly slipping her ovalled lips around his cock and sucking on it as though it were a lollipop. Marcia, however, was not about to be deprived of the sucking of her own loins, and she rolled Jed over on his back and threw her leg across his chest, so that her needful pussy was hovering directly over his lips.
The scene was like some kind of fantasy, and though Sarah had witnessed similar things at the previous neighborhood party, it was hard to believe that her prudish husband was allowing this to be done to him. God, she couldn't just watch, she had to do something. In a moment, Carolyn, who had been watching too, backed away and seated herself on the edge of Sarah's bed.
"There seems to be a shortage of men tonight," she told Sarah. "That happens sometimes. But at least your husband is having a good time anyway."
Sarah curled up her legs and sat watching as though it were some kind of blue movie playing on a television screen. She was so fascinated, yet mortified at the same time, that not a word passed her lips.
"It looks like the two of us are left out for the moment, doesn't it?" Carolyn said, running her hand over her blonde neighbor's leg in a comforting way.
"I don't think I can stand watching any more of this," Sarah said at last. "I'm going downstairs." She was just about to jump off the bed when her neighbor firmly grasped her hand to stop her.
"No, you mustn't do that. We can't have any couples getting angry with each other. That would ruin the party. You're just being jealous, Sarah."
She hadn't realized it, but that was exactly the way she felt - jealous. Jealous even though she had started the whole vicious circle by going to bed with Carolyn's own husband two weeks ago. But how could she have foreseen that her romp with Ralph would all lead to this?
Her eyes turned to the scene on the other bed: Marcia's naked buttocks grinding and wriggling against Jed's chest as she raised and lowered her vagina down over his mouth, which was struggling and working to mine the riches of her loins. While at the same time, the compact blonde Royster woman was slaving over Jed's upstanding cock, stretching and sucking its angry red length with her lips, moaning and mewling as she caressed his balls and made him writhe like an animal in the throes of pain. My God, Sarah thought, since their marriage Jed had hardly touched her and now this . . . this obscene three-way fuck that he was participating in without the slightest protest. She wanted him now, he belonged to her, and she was about to cry out, but Carolyn was suddenly murmuring soothing words in her ear.
"Just lie back. I'll keep you company, and we'll both watch. After all, if there aren't any other men available right now, we'll just have to get along ourselves."
Fuming with anger and frustration, Sarah responded to Carolyn's peaceful words and did as she was bid, reclining on her side on the bed.
She felt Carolyn stroking her belly and wondered what in the world was happening. It felt so good, so soothing. And before she knew what was actually happening, her neighbor's hands had moved up over her breasts and begun massaging them.
"C-Carolyn, what are you doing?" Sarah tried to protest.
"Don't worry, darling, it's all right. Why should we deny ourselves pleasure?"
"But, this isn't natural."
"Of course it is, dear. What could be more natural? You must lose your inhibitions. It's just a question of relaxing."
Sarah's mind was whirling in such a state of confusion that she hardly knew what to think or how to respond, but the dark-haired older woman quickly took matters in her own hands, gliding one stocking-sheathed leg over Sarah's hips and suddenly kissing her square on the lips.
"Carolyn, no!" the young blonde breathed and tried to turn away, but the softly caressing hands roaming over her naked breasts were bringing strange sensations of joy to her titillated body. It felt so good, so relaxing . . . completely different from having a man fondle her. But what if Jed suddenly looked over and saw what she was doing? It was one thing for him to be having sex with two women, but if he saw his own wife with another woman, it would blow his mind completely. - By now Carolyn's lips were nibbling at her mouth, and she wasn't putting up the slightest fight, not even when the other woman's tongue slid inside and snaked against her own tongue. Tingles of joy were shooting pleasurably through her body, soft smooth hands were running over her breasts and belly, and then Carolyn leaned forward over her and aroused a momentary pang of conscience.
"We ... we can't do this. I'm not a lesbian."
"Stop putting labels on everything, Sarah. Just do what you enjoy doing. Now, tell the truth, are you enjoying this or not'.'"
Carolyn's hands moved up to her face and tilted it upward until their lips met and she gave Sarah a soft, gentle kiss on the lips. Their breasts rubbed together, and Sarah could feel the moist hairy mound of the other woman's pussy against her loins. Oh God, it did feel good. What was wrong with her that she could respond so easily to the advances of another woman? Perhaps she had been a deviant all along and only now had come to realize it. What would happen when Jed saw her locked in embrace like this? What would happen to their marriage, too, if she could enjoy another woman's lovemaking like this?
Sarah lay perfectly still as Carolyn began rubbing her body up and down, her hands dancing lightly from Sarah's milk-white thighs on upward over her belly and squeezing the sides of her breasts.
"Kiss me, Sarah," Carolyn commanded, a hypnotic gaze in her eyes. "Go on kiss me."
Though she tried to resist, knowing it was wrong, the confused blonde wife found her arms curling mechanically around the other female's neck and her lips moving forward, and before she knew it, she had taken an active part. This time, it was she who was kissing Carolyn and kissing her passionately, her tongue dancing inside the other woman's mouth, her body beginning to squirm with the pleasurable sensations that were welling inside. She grasped Carolyn's buttocks and dug her fingers into the softly churning flesh, pulling their loins closer and closer, and feeling the warm liquid sensations as their desire-moistened cuntal lips touched.
Instinctively she allowed her fingers to wander to the crevice between the older woman's fleshy ass-cheeks, and pried them slowly apart, until her neighbor responded with an excited gasp and ground her breasts down so that the two of them were nipple to nipple, their naked bellies squirming hungrily together.
Levering herself up slightly, Carolyn slipped her arms between their bodies and moved her hand down until her fingers were brushing against Sarah's lewdly aroused pussy flesh.
"Don't worry, it will be just as good as a man doing it," she assured Sarah, and very slowly her middle finger entered the wet hot folds of her neighbor's flesh, gliding slowly and teasingly up into the moist narrow chamber of Sarah's vagina.
"Oh God! Carolyn!" Sarah gasped, and suddenly they were kissing again, their mouths and tongues working with feverish passion, their bodies grinding nakedly against each other. Sarah let herself go completely. The sight of her husband and the two women had stimulated her to such a peak of arousal that she would have seized at any opportunity for sexual release. She splayed her legs wide and then wrapped them around the backs of Carolyn's thighs, and at the same time she began probing her index finger insistently into the tight ring of Carolyn's anus, bringing a sudden cry of lust from the older woman. With her buttocks obscenely impaled, Carolyn rose up slightly on her knees, and arching her back, lowered her head down on Sarah's breasts. She clamped her mouth over the spiked out nipple and sucked it to a turgid hardness, swirling her tongue around it as the young blonde twisted and turned beneath her, gasping heavily and flailing her head with her eyes tightly clenched.
"Carolyn . . . p-please, put your finger deeper in my cunt, oh please!"
For a moment the other woman did not respond, teasing and delaying until she knew Sarah was good and ready. The young innocent girl's barriers were completely broken down now, but Carolyn wanted to be sure anyway. Then slowly, her middle finger sank up to the first knuckle in Sarah's grasping cunt, and Sarah groaned with joy.
"Ooooohhhhhmmmmmmm!"
Her cunt lips began twitching and palpitating around the single finger as though it were a slender male cock. God, if only it were bigger . . . she needed something thick and hard to fill her up, to skewer her loins and give her the fulfillment she so desperately desired.
And as though instinctively sensing this, Carolyn suddenly slid in another finger beside the first one and with loud sucking noises began sawing in and out of the young blonde's twitching pussy in a smooth even rhythm, the hot liquid of arousal gushing out over her fingers and running down the insides of the girl's straining thighs and over the small ripe mounds of her buttocks.
Carolyn could feel herself being impaled too from the rear, for by now Sarah was clutching feverishly at her uptilted buttocks, prying them wider and wider apart and digging an outstretched finger into her anus until tiny sparks of pleasure ignited fire in her belly. Oh the girl was learning all right, Carolyn thought -she had overcome her inhibitions more quickly than many of the other women who'd joined the club.
Their bodies moved at a frenzied pace, as Sarah's legs clasped and unclasped around her neighbor's gyrating hips, as her buttocks ground into the mattress, and she bucked and danced a wild fandango of savage pleasure. Seething moans of desire poured from between her clenched teeth, moans that matched in intensity the sounds coming from the adjacent bed.
Sally Royster was hunched in between Jed's legs now, holding them wide apart and up in the air as her head bobbed up and down on his thick-shafted cock, her Adam's apple dancing in her throat and her cheeks puffing and hollowing as she drove herself to make him cum in her mouth. She was kneading his sperm-bloated balls until they felt like marbles in her hands, and in response, Jed's back was arching, his belly jerking and his buttocks grinding tight against her chin.
At the same time, Carolyn's kneeling sister was leaning backward, her legs spread wide on either side of his shoulder, her cunt thrusting and churning against his face as his tongue pierced to the depths of her pussy, lapping it like a thirsty dog.
"Oh, God, I'm cumming!" she gasped, her tanned breasts jiggling, her belly undulating, the insides of her thighs smeared with a mixture of his saliva and her own inner secretions.
His tongue snaked deep up inside her spasming womb, and all of a sudden she could feel the inner walls of her vagina collapsing around it and clinging to it in climactic desperation, driven by the lust which now reached her loins. A fresh burst of vaginal moisture streamed forth, enveloping his impaling tongue and gushing down the trembling flesh of her thighs to coat his chin, though he tried desperately to swallow it all. She rolled over beside him, breathing deeply, her eyelashes fluttering still from the deep pleasurable satisfaction she had received. God, it had been good, and he hadn't complained about germs once ... it had even been better than the last time. He was coming along all right, that much was certain. And now she watched as Suzanne Royster sucked savagely at his mighty cock, bringing an unending flow of groans from deep in the young husband's chest. She could see his eyes close tight, his body raise up as he tangled his hands in their hostess's curly blonde hair and practically tore it from the roots with the passion of his approaching orgasm.
"Awww, yessss, aggghhhhh!" Jed moaned.
"Open your mouth . . . here it comes . . . I'm cumming! Rrrrrnnnngh!"
The sensation was like nothing the health addict had ever experienced before, since the concentrated foreplay of the two women had worked him up to an unbelievable fever pitch. He felt a sudden pain in his balls as though someone had struck him there, and then his deep-stored semen roared up along the length of his quivering penis and rushed out from the tip as it spewed into her mouth.
"Ummmh! Oh! OOOOOOh!" Suzanne gagged, but not for a second did she release her oral hold on his madly pulsating instrument. Instead she gave his balls a quick squeeze that shot another boiling jet of cum into her waiting mouth. She gulped furiously in her lewd labor of love, a film of sweat coated her forehead, and her cheeks expanded like a balloon as she tried to contain the entirety of his hotly flooding semen in her mouth. But the effort was too much, and as she leaned back, a fountain of cum gurgled from her mouth, dribbled out from the corners of her lips and coursed down her chin.
It was all over now, and Jed still couldn't believe the incredible sensations of joy that were spinning through his body. His chest heaved as he breathed deeply and his heart pounded like a tom-tom. He should have expected something like this after the way Carolyn and Marcia had prepared him, but in truth, tonight was much more exciting than he had expected, for the two women seemed so anxious to please him. God, he had changed completely in just a week, he told himself. Never again would he be such a prude about sex, so concerned about his health regime, for the simple fact was that he felt healthier now than he'd ever felt before.
But where was Sarah, and what was she doing? Was she performing with some other man the way these two women had just performed with him? It was hard to believe, and yet she was the one who had wanted to go out to parties and be sociable in the first place. It was only a few seconds later that he noticed the two other women on the opposite bed. He noticed Carolyn Davis first in the superior position, slithering up and down the prostrate blonde, fingering her cunt wildly as the blonde girl bucked and jounced. And the sight was completely expected. Yes, he had heard their voices before, but only now did he realize that the two women were actually making love the way a man and a woman would do. And only now did he realize that the second woman - the blonde - was his very own wife!
"Sarah, what are you doing?" he shrieked, springing off the bed. But there was no reply.
' His wife merely kicked her legs wider apart, and he watched her knees jerk and tremble as her female partner drove her fingers deep inside Sarah's cunt with savage slices, bringing cries of encouragement from her throat. Jed's legs wobbled as he witnessed the salacious scene. He had been mentally preparing himself for seeing his spouse making love with another man, and perhaps even two, but not for this - not for her being finger-fucked by another female!
Suddenly a wild anger welled inside him - it was more than jealousy. It was a powerful feeling that at that moment he had to prove himself as a man to his own wife. Even though he'd cum only moments ago, he could feel his balls aching, and his cock beginning to rise hotly between his legs again. Without wasting a minute, he leaped up on the bed like a wild bull, and grasping Carolyn Davis's buttocks, pushed her rudely forward to gain access to his wife's lewdly inflamed vagina. By God, he was going to show her what a man he was, and show her but good.
Since the older woman's body was in the way, Sarah could not see exactly what was going on, and she sensed only that she and Carolyn had been interrupted just as she was on the climb to a fantastic orgasm.
"W-what's happening? Why did you stop?" she implored her brunette neighbor.
"Don't worry, dear. It's seems like we have company."
And in a second Sarah knew exactly what she meant, for she could feel her legs being pressed apart until her knees practially touched the mattress on either side of her body. Then she lurched as she felt a lust-heated penis suddenly ramming deep up into her quivering belly.
"Oh God! Ooooooh!" she screamed, bucking wildly against the bed sheets. Carolyn was astride her belly now, but quickly reached forward and seized her dancing breasts, rolling the nipple of each in between thumb and forefinger as she rubbed her vagina back and forth over the young blonde's belly in a desperate effort to cum. She could feel Jed breathing hotly against her back as he buffeted his wife's body madly back and forth.
At last, Sarah thought dazedly . . . here was a man! A real man, planting his long thick cock in her belly to satisfy the deep needs that Carolyn had been trying to fulfill. This was so much better than a woman's fingers, though, the satisfying hardness streaking up inside her hungering loins, sending fiery spasms of pleasure through every inch of her ravished flesh. She could feel every ridge of skin on the pistoning weapon inside her, the mushroom-bloated head, the thick hot veins pumping blood. She could even feel the lead-filled balls slapping against her upturned buttocks, making a harsh slippery sound with each forward movement.
"Ooooh, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed, biting her lip, her hands grasping the sides of the mattress. At the same time the frenzied pinching of her nipples was driving her insane, making her moan in unbearable ecstasy, making her body thrash and jerk as every nerve strove for the ultimate orgasm. , It took only a few seconds before it finally happened. She felt the huge male member expanding inside her, the head quivering and then spewing forth its rich liquid into the hidden recesses of her womb. She cried out with joy and now her own loins sent forward their own cum, her cunt lips twitching at the thick moisture enveloped the full length of the impaling cock-shaft and soaked the sheets beneath her.
"Oh yesss, Oh God, yess!" she breathed, and suddenly her body relaxed in a heap of exhaustion. A few moments later, when Carolyn had dismounted from her, she discovered the identity of the strange man - her own husband! Blinking back her surprise, she pushed herself up and threw herself into his arms.
"Oh Jed, God, thank you. That was beautiful.
Thank you so much."
Feeling her naked body against him, he could hardly respond with anger, and he began kissing her about the neck and shoulders.
"I guess I was all wrong, but everything's changed now. We're going to have the happiest marriage anybody could have."
Chapter Eight
Sarah awoke in her own bed the following morning, and blinking her eyes open saw her husband doing push-ups on the floor, counting aloud to himself.
Having gotten up to fifty, he suddenly sprang up and turned to her.
"You know something? I've never felt healthier in my life. I think I'll go out and take care of the plants this morning while you make breakfast."
Sarah, for her part, could only smile contentedly. It looked as though their married life had changed and that they would be much more secure with each other from now on. She had Ralph Davis to thank for this . . . and of course, Carolyn and Marcia as well. And now she did not feel the slightest trace of guilt about having slept with Ralph and gotten herself involved in the neighborhood swap club. After all, Jed had enjoyed himself as much as she, if not more. The two of them were both looking forward to the next party which was to be held at the home of a prominent banker only four blocks away next Saturday night.
"Tell me something, Jed. You're not afraid of germs any more, are you?"
"Oh no, not at all," he laughed. "I've got that problem under control. I have a prescription for penicillin, and I was going to suggest you take some too after the parties. It'll keep us both in good shape."
Sarah could hardly keep from laughing at her husband's remark, but she didn't have a chance as Jed stepped into his jeans and headed downstairs and outside to tend the garden. In the meantime she dressed and wandered down to the kitchen to fix some granola and whole wheat toast, calling him when it was ready.
"You know something, Sarah. I'm really glad you got to know the Davises. There's something to be said for community living after all. I kind of miss the farm and all the animals we could have there and everything, but I think I'll be able to take living here pretty well." Sarah raised her eyebrows. "Well, that's a switch all right. I wonder what brought it on. As if I didn't know."
"It was Carolyn and Marcia, of course. I admit I didn't go along with their ideas at first, but after everything that's happened, I have to admit my theories were nothing but hot air. I don't feel any less healthy than I used to, and I have plenty of energy."
"That's wonderful, Jed. I just hope you'll save some of your energy for me."
"You bet I will. We'll have plenty of good times, babe."
Sarah beamed a radiant smile and rushed over from the toaster to throw her arms around her husband's neck.
"I knew things would work out all right," she said, giving him a big kiss just as he was about to lift a spoonful of granola to his lips. He returned it with a peck on her cheek, and continued eating.
"Oh, by the way. There's something I forgot to tell you. You know the new salesman from Pittsburgh. Well, she's coming down to visit the home office in Philadelphia next week, and I offered to l,et her stay here if that's all right with you."' - "She?" Sarah exclaimed in surprise. "You didn't tell me the new salesman was a woman."
"Well, I didn't want to make you jealous. That was before I found out about everything that was going on between you and Ralph . . . not that I mind. But I thought you might think there was something unusual about it."
"There is something unusual about a lady salesman, I'll have to admit that."
"Oh, she's very good. She's young, and she's really into health foods. She believes what she's selling just like me."
"Jed, you're acting very funny. How come you invited her to stay here?"
"Just out of courtesy, that's all. After all, it would cost the company a lot of money to put her up in a hotel somewhere. This way we can all get to know each other."
Sarah did not bother to reply, but finished her breakfast mechanically and set about doing the housework. Jed's tone of voice had appeared to be completely innocent when he informed her about the girl, but she couldn't help wondering secretly whether he wanted to get back at her in some way for having slept with Ralph Davis. After all, she had done it on the sly, and she had to admit that maybe she deserved something like this. But Jed was certainly being awfully subtle about it.
All day Monday, Sarah waited tensely for the female salesman's arrival, smoking cigarette after cigarette and wondering what the girl would be like, whether she was attractive or not. And finally at six in the evening, she found out.
"Hello, we're here!" Jed called out from the front door, as she tried to compose herself and then walked as casually as she could into the living room.
"Hi, I'm Janice," the girl said brightly. "You must be Sarah."
Sarah forced herself to be as friendly as she could, her eyes scanning her newly-imagined rival closely. She couldn't have been more than twenty, but her body was fully mature, even if it was disguised in youthful hippy garb that Sarah herself had only recently discarded. Her hair was brown and kinky, her loose braless breasts swelled prominently under her peasant blouse, and her hips were generously outlined in the baggy peasant skirt she was wearing.
"Come on, I'll show you to our room," Jed said, picking up her suitcase and traipsing quickly up the stairs.
It took a second before Sarah realized he'd said our room, not your room, but before she'd recovered herself to even register a mild protest, Janice had followed her husband practically to the top of the stairs and was giggling like a schoolgirl.
"You sure your wife won't mind?" she said.
"No, heck no. Sarah's a cool chick. She doesn't care."
"Wow, you have a really funky place. I thought you'd live in a commune or something."
"Listen," Jed told her, heading for the master bedroom, "Believe me, suburbia is much more with it than you think it is. Wait till you see our neighbors."
Sarah turned from the bottom of the stairs in amazement. Was this her husband's way of getting back at her for what she'd done? No, it couldn't be. There wasn't a trace of bitterness or vengeance in his voice. He seemed to be offering Janice their own bedroom as if it were a perfectly natural thing to do, as though he didn't have to think twice about it. But who was to blame, she wondered? She had wanted to be free herself, and she had liberated Jed in the process. Now she was obviously going to pay the price for it. Silently, like an abused housewife she retreated to the kitchen and began preparing the evening meal, hoping that the two of them would come down from upstairs and perhaps join her in the kitchen.
But after fifteen minutes of waiting she realized it wasn't going to happen. They were still upstairs somewhere. Were they both washing up, or changing their clothes, or was something else going on? The food was already simmering on the stove, it would be ready in a few minutes, and although Sarah knew she should begin setting out the plates, she suddenly turned the burners off and slammed her spatula down on the counter by the kitchen sink.
How dare Jed do something like this to her �bring another girl in the house right under her nose, and moreover invite her to stay in their bedroom! It was crazy and insane, and she wasn't about to tolerate anything like this. Angrily, she suddenly stormed up the stairs and, trying the bedroom door, found that it was locked. But rather than knock she leaned her ear against it and listened to what was going on inside.
"You know something, Janice. I really like you," Jed was saying in a low voice. "What do you say we ball before dinner? It'll do us good."
"Well, I don't know, Jed. What if Sarah comes in? I mean, you're married, after all. If you were just living together it would be a different thing."
"Don't worry about that. Sarah and I are completely free. We have a great sex life together and she goes out with anybody she wants to."
"Okay, if you say so, but I don't want to cause any hassles."
"Good! Let's get those clothes off."
Listening, Sarah's rage built up inside her like lava in a volcano, but with a superhuman effort she managed to control herself, although her hands were shaking and she could feel the blood pounding in her temples. Her mind flashed back to the first time her next door neighbor had entered her house and seduced her, but that was entirely different. She had been off guard then, desperate for love and affection. Jed had been neglecting her for months and she was practically out of her mind with frustration. What her husband was doing now wasn't fair at all. She would give him anything he wanted, she would let him do anything he wanted to her. So why, then had he brought this strange girl into the house to take liberties with her? It was completely beyond the pale of belief, though she knew there was nothing she could do to prevent it. She was the one who'd started it all Jed had taken his cue from her, but now the whole thing was spinning completely out of control.
Leaning against the door again she could hear the girl breathing with subdued excitement, then a whizzing of material as apparently the two of them undressed.
Damn you, Jed Williams, Sarah screamed silently. What are you trying to do to me? Somehow she suppressed the violent rage that desired to spew forth, and turning away from the door began to sob silently . . .
Inside the bedroom, the young husband stepped out of his clothes and approached the buxom young girl who stood naked before him. Her large well-shaped breasts juggled enticingly as she spread out on the bed and began to massage them with both hands, at the same time opening her legs as wide as they could go to reveal the wild brown hair that covered her hungry pussy.
"Come here," she cooed to Jed. "Let me suck you first. That will get us both warmed up."
An appreciative smile on his face, Jed crawled around to the far side of the bed and maneuvered himself into a "69" position above her, his loins poised over her head, his body stretching out until his face hovered above her hair-covered vagina. She rolled backward expertly from the hips and lopped her legs up around his head, pulling his neck forward until she could feel his tongue at the entrance of her pussy. Then at the same time she bent his stiff cock downward and closed her lips around it, and the two of them began sucking with a slow-building rhythm, delighting in the feel of each other's tongues on their most sensitive flesh.
Sarah, though she could not see exactly what was going on, had a very good idea just from the sounds they were making and the creaking of the bedsprings. Her sobs by now had ceased, and she forced herself to recover from the attack of self-pity that had struck her. There was only one thing to do, she realized, and immediately she headed downstairs, bolting out the kitchen door and across the back lawn to the Davis house next door.
She did not hesitate to ring forcefully on the doorbell, and when Ralph came to answer it, dabbing his lips with a napkin, she announced her purpose immediately.
"Ralph, I want you to fuck me. right now," she said in no uncertain terms.
He looked at her with a strange stare, then recovered himself.
"Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise? We were just about to have dessert ..."
"This is important, Ralph," Sarah insisted. "Please, let me in."
There was nothing he could do but shrug his shoulders, and as he did so, Sarah took immediate command of the situation and led him upstairs to his bedroom. Carolyn and Marcia followed them both to the foot of the stairway, but seeing their young neighbor's determination, did not pursue the matter any further.
"Sarah, what's wrong, what's happened?" Ralph asked, a look of amusement in his eyes.
"Jed just brought the new salesman home, that's what's wrong!"
"You must be kidding. How can you be so upset about a new salesman?"
"Because she's a girl, and the two of them are in my bedroom now - screwing."
"Well, I'll be damned. Jed has certainly cut loose, hasn't he?"
"You may think.it's funny, I don't. He doesn't even know her and the two of them walked into the house as cool as cucumbers. He put her bags in our bedroom and they started taking their clothes off right away."
"Are you sure? That doesn't sound like Jed at all."
"I followed them up to the bedroom and listened to everything that was happening. Now stop asking me so many questions and get undressed. Ralph."
"Sure, sure, Sarah, anything you say. But you could have given me a little advance warning at least."
"Well, you certainly didn't give me any advance warning when you walked into my kitchen two weeks ago," she countered. "Now hurry!"
Obediently, Ralph stripped out of his shirt and pants, then removed his underwear, as Sarah pulled her terrycloth beach dress up over her arms.
"I want this to be good. Ralph. I want you to give me something we can both remember."
She was no longer overcome by a desperate passion, but driven by a deep-seated desire to get even with her scheming husband, and she drew her neighbor close to her and kissed him passionately on the lips, sliding her tongue deep into his mouth, and wriggling it around until she could feel his cock beginning to stiffen against her belly.
"Hey, Sarah, take it easy. You're going awfully fast."
"The faster the better," the determined blonde said, reaching down and grasping the rubbery head and she massaged it back and forth, feeling it grow under the practiced stimulation she was giving it. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what was going on between Jed and that salesgirl in her own house, and as the fantasized picture grew clearer in her mind, she could feel herself becoming more and more heatedly aroused .. .
Across the way, though, Sarah could hardly know what was really happening. Janice was cantileyered off the edge of the bed, supporting herself with her arms stiffened and her hands pressing back against the rug, while her full thighs wrapped against Jed's hips. Their bodies were grinding and slapping against each other in a savage bucking motion, his rock-hard cock slicing in and out of her cunt, as her kinky brown hair swept from side to side against the carpet and her stiff-nippled breasts rose and fell with her wild gyrations. His buttocks flexed and hollowed as he rammed in between her legs, his nostrils flaring as he struggled for breath and felt his cock jerking and pulsing inside her.
"Now! Now!" he moaned, and she kicked her heels into his buttocks, propelling his cock even deeper inside her wanting belly. He felt every blood vessel in his body quivering, the blood-bloated head of his penis pulsating, and then he was cumming. the, torrents of sperm searing into the girl's warmly clasping cunt, bringing delirious moans of pleasure from her throat as she bucked and writhed beneath him.
Damn, it was good, he told himself. There was nothing better than an enjoyable fuck before dinner, and he knew he was going to be hungry after this.
In a matter of minutes, he and Janice had disengaged themselves, put their clothes back on and wandered down to the kitchen where they found the meal already cold on the stove.
"I wonder where in the world Sarah has gone?" he said in surprise. "After all, what does it matter if we decided to ball on the spur of the moment? Sarah is used to that."
"Maybe. Let's go take a look." Outside, Jed and Janice wandered around the garden but there was no trace or"his wife. Between the hedges, though, he could see Carolyn Davis in her backyard looking pensive with a drink in her hand.
Jed called out to her. "Carolyn, have you seen my wife by any chance?"
"Funny you should mention it," Carolyn "said, strolling over to them with a smile. ''She stopped in about twenty minutes ago right in the middle of our dinner. I think she's upstairs in the bedroom with Ralph."
"You must be kidding. She left our dinner on the stove. I suppose she expected me to take over right where she left off."
"I think, actually, it's Ralph who's taken over now."
"Are you sure Sarah isn't angry with us?" Janice said, tugging on Jed's shirt.
"I don't think so, but we'd better find out." Taking her hand, he led her through a side door of the Davis house and up to a bedroom on the second floor.
"This must be it," Jed whispered, and silently they entered the room without closing the door behind them. Then, Jed stopped dead in his tracks and blinked his eyes. Sarah was on the bed in a crouched position, her buttocks waving nakedly high in the air, as Ralph fastened his hands tight against her hips and fucked into her anus with the savage fury of a wild bull.
''Harder, harder!" Sarah urged him on. "Fuck my ass! Oh God, fuck it!"
Her softly mounded breasts were grinding down into the mattress, her hands clawing at the sheets above her head, and her curly blonde hair was tossing from side to side like a mop as she grunted and strained to draw her partner's cock deeper inside her back passage.
"I think we'd better leave," Janice gulped, tapping Jed on the shoulder, but Jed's eyes were frozen on the scene in front of him and he could hardly budge at the moment. It seemed as though Sarah, after having begun the entire course of their new relationship, was now suddenly turning against him. Why, after all, had she suddenly left the kitchen and ventured over to their neighbor's home, leaving dinner to grow cold on the stove? In spite of her proclamation about how happy she was with their new life, he couldn't help feeling that there was still something wrong in her mind, that she was still somehow acting peculiarly.
He watched as she bucked back against the giant cock fucking into her wide-stretched anus moaning and mewling with abandoned desire, twisting and squirming against the lustful impalement of her now-experienced nether passage. He knew she was doing this just to spite him, just because he had gone up to the bedroom with Janice, but wasn't what he'd done fair, he asked himself? After all, she had gone to bed with Ralph Davis before when she pleased, and now that the urge had taken him, she was suddenly angry about it. He could tell just by the way she was forcing enjoyment. It seemed as though they had both conquered one problem only to face another.
"Yes, I think we'd better to back," Jed said finally. "I'll fix dinner myself."
Gently, he ushered her out of the bedroom, downstairs and over the back lawn to his own house. He turned up the stove burners, reheated the meal and served it. And approximately a half-hour later, Sarah entered by way of the kitchen door, looking disheveled and bedraggled but nonetheless contented.
"Oh, you're eating already?" she said, feigning surprise.
Jed looked at her without revealing in his eyes what he had already seen.
"Well, you were gone for awhile and we were hungry, but the food's still hot if you want some."
"Thanks for fixing it darling."
Sarah sat down at her accustomed place at the table, allowing her husband to serve her. She turned and smiled at Janice.
"Jed tells me you're the new salesman - or saleswoman - from Pittsburgh. That must be an awful lot of responsibility."
"Oh, it is, but I really enjoy the job. I've been into health foods for years, and I really believe in what I'm selling, so it's not very difficult, even though the territory is pretty large."
"Jed says you're staying a whole week. I'm glad you are, because some friends of ours are having a party on the weekend. Have you told Janice about that yet, Jed?"
"No, not yet," her husband admitted. "Oh, I thought you would have already. I hope you can come, Janice. I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself."
"I'd love to, except I don't really enjoy staying up late. I usually go to bed at nine."
Sarah glanced over at her husband with a subtle smile on her face, but then let the matter drop. Janice, she knew, would certainly be surprised when she discovered what kind of party they were all going to, but then that would even up the score. After all, Sarah couldn't allow the young girl to think that Jed was her exclusive property. No, after all, romance couldn't enter into it. It was share-and-share-alike, as far as the neighborhood was concerned.
"Sarah, I really admire you," The kinky-haired salesgirl piped up unexpectedly at that moment. "You and Jed seemed to have such a relaxed relationship. I hope I haven't caused any trouble or anything."
"No, not at all, Janice. I know Jed is probably infatuated with you for the moment, but we're husband and wife, and our relationship is very strong."
The younger girl seemed contented with that answer, and when it was time to clean up the dishes she helped Sarah graciously.
I hope you realize Jed and I balled tonight," she said bluntly as Jed left the room to read the evening paper.
"Yes, I knew. I followed you upstairs and heard everything. As a matter of fact that's why I went over to Ralph Davis's house." "You mean you were jealous?" "A little bit. I have to admit we're new to this kind of thing."
"Oh, Sarah, you must be kidding me. Jed said that the two of you had a perfect understanding."
Calmly, Sarah dried off a dish and smiled at the girl. Janice was very innocent and charming, and she had to admit, quite attractive too. Sarah wondered if her husband would mind if she and Janice became good friends . . but then what did it matter? Everything goes . . . that was the rule now. There was no use hiding what she was really feeling, and with a sincere twinkle in her eye she turned to the girl.
"Janice, I really like you. I must admit Jed has good taste. I was just wondering something . . .
"What do you mean?" the girl asked. But Sarah could waste no more time with words. Setting down the dish towel she pulled the young girl into her arms and drew her body close to hers. Then she kissed her full on the lips, letting a small gasp of appreciation escape from her mouth.
To her surprise, Janice did not protest in the least.
"I knew we had something in common," she said. "I knew it the minute I saw you."
"That's wonderful. Then we don't have to waste any time making excuses or sorting things out. Let's go right up to the bedroom now. Jed can finish up the dishes. He won't mind."
Hand in hand, the two girls walked past where Sarah's husband was calmly reading the evening newspaper and chuckling to himself at the cartoons. He did not look up until he heard them traipsing up the stairs together, and by then it was too late to do anything. He knew that from now on there was no stopping his wife from anything she wanted to do, and while he felt a slight disappointment that she was going to be with a female for the second time, he conforted himself in the thought that he was equally free. There was a girl in the office he'd been thinking about for awhile. Perhaps she'd like to come to dinner tomorrow night ...
