The evening cocktail party was rapidly moving toward a close.
It was late in the evening, and Arthur Halbert was beginning to yawn a little.
After all, he had spent most of that Saturday making potential real estate sales. He had closed one deal, and was on the verge of terminating another.
The party was being given by his partner, Steve Lacey, and his wife, Michel.
Michel and Helen, Arthur's wife, had been conversing lengthily during the course of the last hour of the party.
Now Arthur, beginning to get tired, decided that it was time for them to leave. He walked over toward the sofa that Helen and Michel were sharing.
"Could I cut in on you two chatterboxes for a second?" Arthur looked first at Helen, then at Michel, and laughed.
"That all depends on your purpose," Michel smiled.
"I was just going to tell this young lady here that it's time for us to leave."
"But the evening is still young," Helen protested soothingly, looking over and winking at Michel.
"Your wife's right," Michel concurred with a nod.
"You girls are really something," Arthur Halbert chuckled. "You really stick together. I don't care what you're talking about, what the question is, you can count on both of you to stick to your guns and concur in whatever the other is saying."
"Oh, that doesn't always happen," Helen said.
"That's right," Michel said.
"I am awfully tired, girls," Arthur said, a little apologetically. "This was a charming party that you gave, Michel. I really enjoyed it."
"Glad that you and Helen could make it," Michel told him. "We're going to have to have more of these little gatherings."
"That'll be fine with me," Helen quickly replied. "This man of mine is so busy out making real estate sales that I don't see much of him, and I've become something of a homebody, generally against my wishes."
"Well, we don't want you to remain a homebody, do we, Arthur?" Michel looked at Arthur and smiled.
"No, not completely anyway," Arthur agreed. "It's just that business has never been better, and when I realize that I've got the future in the palm of my hands as well as Helen's hands, then I feel it's up to me to push ahead."
"Yes, I guess you're right about that," Michel said. "But I think sometimes that you work too hard. I heard Steve talking to you about that very thing tonight."
"Maybe he was sore because I was trying to hustle up a deal here," Arthur laughed.
"You were trying to make a deal here?" Helen said with surprise.
"I sure was," Arthur said, finishing his martini.
"Who was the person you were pitching?" Michel asked. "Doctor Joseph."
"Is he in the market for a home?" Helen asked.
"I believe he is now," Arthur said. "I was trying to explain to him the advantages of a bigger house, what with his good-sized family and all."
"And he was receptive?" Helen asked.
"Yes, he seemed to be," Arthur said pleasantly.
At that point Steve Lacey arrived on the scene. He nursed a scotch and water in his right hand.
"You talk about a born salesman," Steve said. "This guy's really got it. You should have heard him pitching Dr. Joseph."
"Well, I'll take these sales whenever they come," Arthur shrugged.
"There's just no let-up with this guy," Steve shook his head.
"No, but just pity me," Helen smiled. "I'm married to him."
Steve and Michel looked at each other, then burst into spirited laughter.
"I hate to break this thing up now," Arthur said softly, "but I do believe we've got to be going."
"What's your hurry?" Steve asked.
"That's what I've been trying to find out," Michel said.
"I'm kind of tired, Steve old boy," Arthur said. "It has been a pretty long day."
"That's right," Steve said. "I took part of the afternoon off to watch a football game. But you were in there plugging."
"I had a few potential buyers on the string, and I didn't want to let them off" Arthur said. "Thanks for inviting us to the party, folks. We both enjoyed it very much."
"Our pleasure," Steve smiled.
Arthur thrust out his right hand, shaking Steve's hand vigorously.
"We'll have to get together soon," Arthur said. "The next time we'll do the entertaining."
"I'll go along with that," Steve laughed.
Helen and Arthur walked through the living room, which now contained only a handful of people. It was just a few minutes past midnight, and most of the guests had gone home.
They left the house and walked toward Arthur's white Cadillac.
Helen climbed inside the car, then wrapped herself in thought for the next few minutes, as Arthur started up the car and maneuvered it out of the circular driveway and into the street.
"You've gotten quiet all of a sudden," Arthur said.
"I was just thinking."
"Apparently so. If you're ever this quiet, you must be thinking," Arthur looked at her and smiled.
"I was thinking about us."
"Would you care to share your thoughts with me?"
"I was just wondering if I should. Yes, I think I definitely should."
"Since I'm included in your thoughts, naturally I'd want to hear about what they are."
"I suppose so," she nodded. "I was talking with Michel, and you know what she told me?"
"What?"
"She said that she and Steve occasionally go to see one of these adult movies."
"You're kidding," Arthur laughed. "We real estate agents are thought of as so conservative. I just didn't think Steve would do it. But, of course, he's the kind of guy who kind of likes to let himself go. At least I get that impression. Don't you?"
"Yes I do," she said. "As a matter-of-fact, I wish you were more like that."
"What do you mean?" Arthur asked, a little stung by her statement.
Arthur was in his late 30's, and had not married until he had reached the age of 35 and had established a good deal of solidity in his profession of real estate sales.
It had been a hard climb at first, but eventually, through hard work and talent, Arthur had made it to the point where he was able to live in a beautiful suburban home and drive a luxury car, as well as being able to make a number of good investments.
Now he was a little perplexed. His beautiful wife, blonde-haired Helen, was in her middle twenties. She had been a secretary for a group of theatrical agents, when he had met her one evening on a blind date.
Since he had been able to provide her with a good deal of luxury in the three years they had been married, he couldn't help but wonder just why she would be telling him that he should be more like Steve. After all, even though Steve was doing well, he was earning more money. In addition, he knew that his total assets were vastly superior to those of Steve's.
"You said earlier that Steve was the kind of guy that would do what he wanted to do," Helen said. "Well, dear, I get the feeling that you get so carried away with your work at times that you miss out on some of the finer things in life. I mean, like having good old fashioned fun."
"But don't we take several trips a year, usually one to Europe?"
"Yes, but with you everything is cut according to a schedule."
"But that's how I became successful, dear."
"I'm not knocking it, except beyond a certain point," Helen explained. "I just wish you would let yourself go. For instance, I'd kind of like to go see one of those adult films. Who knows, we might find out just what we've been missing."
"Are you kidding?" he looked at his wife as he turned onto the street where they lived.
"I'm not kidding at all," she said with a straight face. "I think that it would do both of us good to just loosen up a little and go see something like that."
"Just what is it you're trying to tell me?"
"Okay, since you want it spelled out," she sighed. "I would like to see you a little more passionate, honey. I'm a young girl, and I've got lets of sex energy. I'd really like to have you make love to me more often."
He heaved a sigh as he pulled the car into the driveway.
As he took the key out of the ignition, he looked at her in dead earnestness and exclaimed:
"I don't blame you. You're right. I have been awfully tired lately. I get home late after working most of the day and night, and then I don't feel like much of anything."
"That's what I mean," she nodded. "And about the only time you can squeeze in those trips is when you just have to. I mean, when you're ready to collapse. Then you usually want to go to some nice warm climate. An island on the Caribbean, Miami, something like that, and just lie in the sun."
"You've got me pegged accurately, baby," he nodded, climbing out of the car.
"I wish we could see one of those movies," she laughed. "Tomorrow is Sunday. I take it that's the big day for you."
"I'm sorry, dear," he said, as ho slipped the key into the front door. "Sunday is always a big day for me. You know how it is. All these people who go out for a drive. They're looking at the 'for sale' signs, half inspecting, half wondering. But I nail an awful lot of them, so I've got to be on the ball."
"I realize that."
"But I'll tell you what I'll try and do."
Now they are both inside the house and walking toward the bedroom together.
"Yes, dear," she said with expectation.
"I'll wrap it up a little early tomorrow," he promised.
"That would be great."
"Then I'll take you out to dinner," he promised. "And after that, if you really want to do it, I guess that we can take in one of those sex flicks. Are you really on the level about that?"
"I certainly am," she said emphatically. "You should hear Michel talk about how much she likes going. They went to one, then decided they liked it so well that they go every now and then. They try and go whenever they feel that they're both in the need of sex."
"You mean they've learned something from these films," he laughed.
"That's exactly what I mean."
"Do you think we're going to profit from the lessons?"
"I have every reason to believe we will," she told him.
As Arthur got ready for bed, he recognized that, even though she wasn't saying anything, his wife would have liked to have sex right then and there.
As she changed out of her dress and put on her pajamas, he observed her well constructed legs, so trim and lovely. He also noticed her breasts, which shot out with voluptuous grace against her bra.
Yes, she was a beautiful woman, he thought. Perhaps he had been derelict lately when it came to performing his sexual responsibilities as a husband.
With such a gorgeous woman, he thought, it was about time for things to change.
He would have to take more time off from his real estate selling to devote to beautiful Helen.
As Helen finished putting on her pajamas, she exclaimed: "I guess you're too tired tonight, but I really hope we can do something tomorrow."
"I guess that those films will provide us with a little stimulation," he laughed.
"I'm not kidding. From what Michel said, they're really great."
"Okay, we'll just see tomorrow."
He turned off the light, and a few minutes later both of them were fast asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Arthur couldn't get his wife, Helen, off his mind during the course of the next day.
Generally when he was on the job, when he was taking people out in an effort to sell them homes, he concentrated intensively on those people and thought of nothing else.
But the party of the evening before put things in a new perspective for him. He observed all of the attentive and admiring stares that Helen, an exceedingly lovely young woman, received from the men at the party.
None of them, at least to his knowledge, had made a pass at her. But they were all well aware of her beauty, and he knew from the looks that had been advanced just how much they would have enjoyed having an affair with her.
He was now beginning to realize just how lucky a man he was to be married to somebody like Helen, and the more he recognized it, the more he concluded that he was just going to have to provide her with a little more in the way of attention.
After all, beautiful women have numerous potential admirers, and if he didn't supply her with what she needed, then maybe somebody else would. And he regretted even the thought of that. Sure he had provided her with a number of economic luxuries, but that couldn't be equated in the same context as fulfilling her human needs.
He wasn't particularly fond of the idea of going to see an adult movie. Perhaps he was something of a prude, but he didn't particularly care for that type of thing. He remembered passing up the opportunity to see a few major motion picture releases due to the fact that he didn't like the explicit nature of some of the sex scenes in the movies.
But be that as it may, he would go to see the film with her, even if he didn't like it. He was going to turn over a new leaf and start a new phase in his relationship with Helen.
He knocked off at about four o'clock in the afternoon, then drove immediately home.
He kissed his wife warmly, then took a shower, which relaxed him.
"I guess we can go out about six," he told Helen, after climbing out of the shower.
"Yes, let's have an early dinner. I was checking in the newspaper for the motion pictures."
"What did you find out?"
"Well, there's one that seems to be drawing a lot of attention, and it has a showing at eight-thirty."
"Maybe we ought to see it then. That will give us plenty of time to have dinner."
"Yes. As a matter-of-fact, the reason why I want us to see this particular film is that Michel mentioned it as being very good."
"For what purpose?"
"She said it turned her on, dear," Helen laughed. "I'm wondering if it will do the same thing to us."
"I suppose only time will tell," Arthur chuckled. "But I don't really expect to be turned on much by the film."
"Why not?"
"Remember, I'm sort of a prude."
"Maybe we'll have to get you away from that."
"I think that about the only thing that's going to turn me on is just seeing you naked, honey. I'm sure that will do the trick."
"Just wait. Maybe you'll get excited by the film."
"I doubt it," Arthur said.
They had dinner at a quaint French restaurant not far from where they lived. They then drove to the theatre where the picture was playing.
As Arthur pulled his Cadillac to a stop at the curb about a block away from the theatre, he noticed that there was a huge line that wound almost half-way around the block.
"My God, you mean to say that that many people are going to this thing," he exclaimed.
"I told you it was a popular film, dear."
"This is absolutely too much."
"Maybe it will be worth seeing."
"I hope so, considering the line I'm going to have to stand in," he shook his head.
They had to stand in line for a good half hour, getting into the theatre just a few minutes before the film was slated to begin.
At first Arthur found himself repelled by what he observed on the screen. He looked over at his wife, noticing that she was watching with fascination.
He didn't know what had gotten him angrier-the fact he had to watch the film, or the fact that she was getting so turned on by it.
The camera moved in on a beautiful blonde and her dark haired male lover.
The closer the camera moved in to reveal the close-up of the blonde's beautiful body, the more she reminded Arthur of Helen.
Soon Arthur forgot all about his prudery. He found himself becoming more and more enchanted over what was transpiring on that screen.
Now he and Helen were both ogling the motion picture screen with great fascination, watching as the naked lovers embraced.
As the camera moved in even closer, Arthur got extremely excited as he observed the blonde's white-haired mound.
He watched the man move his right hand down between the girl's legs.
"He's gonna feel her box," Helen looked over at Arthur and whispered.
Now Helen reached out with her right hand and took hold of Arthur's left arm.
She clung to his arm fervently, watching with great fascination as the lovers on the screen got ready to lose themselves in passionate ecstasy.
Back and forth the man concentrated those fingers of his on the blonde's pussy. He worked those fingers with great diligence, enjoying the stroking movements that he was putting forward.
Arthur watched the blonde react to the man's finger movements. Her beautiful legs began to tremble. He observed those ivory legs ever so carefully. They were smooth, long, and very lovely, just like Helen's legs.
He kept up the finger movements until her whole body was trembling. He then switched his right hand to her breasts. He let both of his hands go to work on her boobs, working at a brisk clip as he fingered ever so fervently.
Back and forth those movements continued, and as they did so the girl began to cry out with fascination.
"Oh, honey, keep those fingers working," the girl said. "Keep them working on my boobs. Oh, play with those lovely tits, honey, I like what you're doing. I like those beautiful movements. Oh, baby, I really like what you're doing to me."
Now Arthur felt that penis of his growing unmistakably hard. He looked down at his trousers, observing it thrusting forth.
As Helen continued to hold onto Arthur's hand, she looked over and also observed the hard-on he possessed.
When Helen observed just how hot her husband was, it made her feel good. She felt herself heating up all the more readily down there between her legs. Her vagina was on fire, and now it was just a question of whether she could sit through the rest of that erotic film without having to have sexual release.
She hoped she could watch the whole thing, because that way she would be so hot by the time they got home that there would be no end to her enjoyment.
"Are you glad we came?" she whispered in Arthur's ear.
"This really is exciting me," Arthur acknowledged softly. "That guy is really giving the girl a workout."
"Just watch those movements, baby. There's lessons for both of us to learn. Just look at how many married couples you see in the audience here. They're here for one reason."
"To get a crash course on intercourse, I guess," he chuckled.
"That's absolutely right."
Now the man was letting his fingers work feverishly over her breasts. He kept it up until deciding that it was time to turn the fingers loose.
Once he released his fingers from her breasts, he slipped his tongue downward toward her left breast.
"Come on and lick my tit, honey, lick my hot tit," the girl encouraged. "Come on, baby, put that tongue to work on it. Mouth me, honey, mouth that tit of mine. Come on and lick my breast."
Back and forth now he was working that tongue, starting out at a slow level, but gradually increasing his strokes.
Now he was working rapidly, working that tongue at a brisk clip, allowing it to maneuver ever so vigorously over her breast.
"Oh, put it to work, put the tongue to work," the girl said impatiently, her legs kicking back and forth with school girl-like eagerness. "I love it, baby, I love what you're doing to me. Oh, are you ever hot, are you ever fantastic, baby, just keep that up, oh, just keep up that licking."
So now he was going to it with everything that he had, allowing that hot red jet-propelled tongue of his to spill all kinds of pleasure into her naked breast.
The camera had moved in as close as it could, revealing all the intricacies of the man's movements as that tongue darted around every crevice of hot white flesh.
"Play with the nipple too, baby, don't leave it out," the girl said, almost as an afterthought. "I need the licking in my tit, but I also need it in my nipple. Oh, don't leave anything out, baby, let that tongue of yours really go to work."
Now the man took her advice, allowing that hot tongue of his to go to work on her nipple.
Back and forth the tongue slid, and the longer it did so the hotter that he became.
As for the girl, she retaliated by running the fingers of both of her hands through his hair while the activity was proceeding.
He finished licking one nipple, then moved over to her right breast.
"Come on and turn loose the licking," she said. "Come on, baby, and really go to work. I need that hot action. Come on, honey, and really work the tongue. I really need for you to work it. Oh, let's go, baby, let's fly to the moon."
As Helen watched with great anxiety, she looked over at Arthur.
"That ought to be our motto, honey," she said, squeezing his hand particularly hard. "We ought to fly to the moon when we get home."
"I feel like I'm practically there now."
"Just make sure you don't spill your juices here," she laughed. "That would be a terrible mistake."
"Yes it would. And a terrible waste as well."
"Right on."
Now they were watching the man put that skilled tongue of his to work on the woman's right nipple. The longer that he allowed it to fly eagerly over it, the better that the girl felt.
Now the man had her right where he wanted her, just about ready to spill her female juices.
"Okay, baby, now I want you to go down on me," the girl announced excitedly. "Come on, honey, you've just got to lick my mound. Oh, you've just got to. You've got to lick me, you've got to let me spill those juices inside your mouth. Oh, I want it, oh, do I ever want it, I want to spill my hot juices inside your mouth."
Now the man once more let his fingers go to work quickly over her mound.
"This is what you call the once-over-lightly," he laughed.
"Don't tease me much longer," the girl said. "I'm just too hot. I've got to go, baby, oh, I've got to shoot."
The man was playing things to the hilt. He knew precisely where the girl was, and he knew how much more licking it would take in order for her to explode her juices inside his mouth.
Arthur couldn't help but admire the man in the film. He was sophisticated, he was sexy, and he seemed to know instinctively just what this young woman wanted.
He hoped that sometime soon he would arrive at the same point of sexual understanding with his wife, Helen. When he got to know her needs so well that he could render himself to them to the highest degree possible, then he would really have achieved something.
CHAPTER THREE
Now Helen and Arthur were intensely watching the action on the screen as the man released his fingers from the girl's hot mound.
As the camera zoomed in for a close-up, Arthur got a good look at the vaginal liquids that had already oozed out of her pussy from the finger efforts.
"Go down on me, darling, please go down on me," the girl begged. "I need that hot tongue of yours, honey. Oh, do I ever need that tongue action. I want you to give me some great satisfaction. Lick that mound of mine."
"I'm a great pussy-licker from way back," the man chuckled.
"I know you are. Send those flames flying through my pussy. Send that tongue of yours scorching over my mound."
"Just hang on, darling, because that's what I'm going to do."
"Oh, sweetheart, eat me, eat me."
"Just remain content, darling, because you're going to get all the action you can use."
A man over on the other side of the theatre hollered:
"Go down on her, buddy. I'm about to orgasm."
Laughter rocked the theatre, and an usher walked down the aisle, stopping to have a few words with the man. The usher informed the man that, if he gave off with another outburst, he would be expelled from the theatre.
Now all of the attention returned to the screen, and the man was lowering his head ever so slowly, moving that tongue down toward the woman's mound.
As the head moved slowly downward, the man reached out and grabbed the woman's legs. He let one hand grab her right thigh ever so firmly, then took hold of the left thigh with his other hand.
"Oh, you've got me right where you want me," the girl exclaimed. "Come on and lick me now, baby, I want you to go down on me."
"Just be patient, honey."
"I'm not in much of a mood to be patient," she laughed. "I'm just too hot, honey, I'm so hot that I need some good pussy licking right now."
"Okay, you're going to get it."
"Oh, nice, very nice. Come on and let the tongue work, darling, let it work around my hot mound."
"Just lie there, honey, that's all you need to do."
Now the man reached out and grabbed ahold of her buttocks. He grabbed her tightly constructed asscheeks ever so carefully, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her all the more excited.
"Lick me, lick the mound," she cried out. "Come on and lick, honey, work that tongue around. Oh, do I ever want that tongue action, do I ever want it."
Back and forth he began to lick. He started out very softly, moving at a soft, smooth pace.
Now the theatre was swept by an enraptured silence as all of its patrons dangled on the edge of their chairs as they watched the licking.
Helen's body began to quiver with excitement from the unfolding event that was occurring on that screen.
Back and forth the man was letting that tongue of his work around every crevice of the hot mound of the beautiful blonde girl.
Arthur had never once gone down on his wife, and it had never even occurred to him to do so. He always thought of these oral sex acts as being kooky and off-beat, and for that reason they had not appealed to him.
But now he was beginning to see just what he had been missing. The man appeared to be truly enjoying himself as he let that swift tongue of his continue to work with vigorous skill around her mound.
"Come on and eat me, honey, eat that box of mine," the girl said. "Work the tongue, honey, oh, I want you to move that tongue around. Move it around my mound. Oh, do I ever want it, oh, I want it, lick my box, oh, lick my hot box, oh, lick it, baby, work that tongue around, oh, I want it, oh, I really want it, lick my mound, oh, lick my pussy, turn that tongue loose, oh, turn it loose, oh, lick it, lick it, lick it."
Now the man's tongue was dancing with great eagerness over the crevice of her hot mound.
While he was turning the tongue loose, he let those fingers indent and imprint against her asscheeks.
"Keep it up," the girl exclaimed hoarsely. "I'm just about there, oh, I'll be exploding soon, baby, I'll be exploding from those hot licks you're giving me. Oh, just keep up that action, don't let up, don't let up one bit, I need it too much, oh, do I ever love what you're doing. Oh, baby, keep it up, oh, sweetheart, I like that action, oh, I really like it."
Now he was letting his fingers manipulate smoothly over her asscheeks. He let his fingertips rub over the soft, smooth, yet firm surface of those buttocks.
And while that was occurring his tongue was burying itself in her flaming box, which was getting all the closer to the big moment that all of the people in the theatre were waiting for.
"I'm gonna burst," she gasped, "Oh, your tongue work is too much, baby, I'm gonna explode in your mouth. Oh, I'm going to fuck you, in the mouth, baby, fuck you in the mouth. Oh, baby, keep up that hot licking, oh, keep up the hot tongue action, turn that tongue loose, oh, turn it loose, darling, I want it, oh, I want that hot action."
A few moments later the girl heaved a loud sigh, at which point the juices were released from her mound and began to shoot into his waiting mouth.
"Oh, I'm there, baby, it feels so good, oh, so good," she exclaimed, as she ran her fingers triumphantly through his hair. "Oh, I'm juicing, oh, I'm juicing in your mouth, honey, oh, yes, I like it, oh, yeh, oh, what a great lick, oh, I love that licking."
She expelled her juices into his mouth, then laid back and closed her eyes for several seconds as he released that spirited tongue of his from her mound.
"How did you like that?" Helen leaned over and asked her husband.
"Pretty intense action," Arthur whispered.
"Maybe you can give me some kind of that kind of action."
"I hope so."
"Didn't I tell you we'd learn something here?"
"Yes you did."
"Well, we have. "That's true."
"I really liked watching that action."
"Me too. That was exciting."
"It couldn't have been any more exciting."
They then once more watched the action on the screen as the girl reached out and ran her fingers up and down the man's penis.
"Oh, what a nice long rod you've got," the girl said. "I can hardly wait to be fucked by it."
"That will happen in short order."
"I believe that," she laughed. "I'm gonna get you real hot now."
"Just one suggestion. While you're working the fingers of your right hand over my long cock, I wish that you'd work the left hand over my balls."
"Okay, darling, I'll do that."
"I want to get as excited as possible."
"Oh, you will around me."
"Very good, fascinating."
Now the fingers were manipulating over his balls, providing him with rapid testicle action while the girl continued to quickly move her other hand up and down the length of his entire spear."
Back and forth those finger movements continued, and the longer that they did so, the hotter that the man became.
"Keep the fingers working," he said. "This is great preliminary action. I really like it, honey. Oh, do I ever like that."
Arthur felt like he could have orgasmed any second. Several times he had to turn his head away from the hot action on the screen, since otherwise he would have exploded his juices right there in his pants.
Never had his wife, Helen, been more correct. Here he had gone to see this movie more to placate her than for anything else. But he instead was getting turned on to what was happening on the screen, and he once again began to feel like he had right after he had met Helen and had first experienced sex with her.
Those had been wild times, and he had loved what was going on between them. Out of that hot relationship a marriage had developed, and now he was beginning to see things in the proper context. He had badly needed to express himself, and he had thrown himself so intensely into his work that he had not perceived a number of occasions he should have. He had worked long hours, and by the time he had gotten home on so many of those evenings, he was not in a position to have sex. He was too tired. But now he wasn't tired, he was feeling hot, exceptionally hot, and as he watched the man on the screen, his admiration for him grew.
After the girl had concentrated those fingers on his penis and testicles for quite some time, she suddenly removed her fingers from his organ.
"Come on, honey, you should be ready to fuck me now," she said.
"You sound about as impatient as I feel."
"Oh I am."
"I'll spread those legs for you."
"Oh, you do that."
"I call them peanut butter legs," he laughed. "The legs that spread easy."
"Not for just anybody, honey. For you."
"I realize that."
"So get that cock of yours to work."
"Oh, honey, will I ever." He leaned forward and let his lips plunge against hers. As they did so, he threw his fingers around her head, smoothly caressing her blonde hair.
He let those lips remain firmly against hers for several long seconds, after which he released them.
Now he worked that tongue forward, allowing it to enter inside her mouth.
Back and forth he allowed that tongue to flick ever so eagerly against hers. Now that tongue was dancing vigorously against hers.
Their bodies were trembling with great excitement as he continued to let that tongue twist and twirl inside her mouth.
As the tongue continued to dance and plunge against tongue, he flung his body forward, shoving his huge organ in the direction of her flaming mound.
Now the camera captured it beautifully. Her pussy lips were moist with excitement as he moved that cock of his ever closer to her mound.
"Enter me, darling, enter me," she said, as soon as he released his tongue from her mouth. "I want you inside me. Oh, I want you to probe in there, I want you to fuck me, baby, I want you to send that rod of yours inside me. Oh, baby, I want it, I need it."
"I'm going to french you again."
"Oh, do it, and plunge that penis in my mound."
"Hang on, baby, I'm going to do it."
"Oh yes, I know you are," she exclaimed. "Come on and plunge that penis, darling, oh, plunge it, I want it, oh, I want it, oh, I want that hot action. I want that plunging spear of yours inside my mound."
Back and forth he was stabbing that penis of his inside her mound and the longer that he did so, the more eagerly her body trembled.
Those first few strokes were soft and exploratory, but it didn't take him long before he was plunging it in as far as it would go, driving it with great enthusiasm inside her mound.
Now the man released his tongue from her mouth, instead concentrating his tongue on her breasts.
While his penis continued to slide around inside her mound, he let that tongue of his slide against her breasts. He would concentrate Ms strokes on the left breast for awhile, then manipulate his tongue over to her right. And all the while both of them became swept away with passionate excitement.
Now he was drilling that mound of hers, letting that penis of his sweep as deeply into it as possible. He was pushing and plunging it into her innermost depths, and her hips and legs kicked back and forth, responding eagerly to his brilliant strokes.
"Drive it in there, oh, drive it into me," she exclaimed. "Keep the tongue working around my breasts. Oh, keep that up, keep it up while you're driving that cock into my mound. Oh, I love it, oh, keep those movements up, I really like the action, oh, do I like it."
He finally released his tongue from her breasts, plunging that penis into her cunt, he moved into the closing stages of the act.
"Get ready," he said. "I'm going to explode inside that box of yours."
"Oh, I can hardly wait to see and feel that hot white jism spurting inside there."
"It's on its way. It won't be long now."
"Oh, I can hardly wait, baby, I can hardly wait."
"I'm really plunging it in there now."
"Oh, you've completely taken charge. You're fucking me, you're really fucking me, you're driving that rod of yours into me. Oh, I just love what you're doing, darling, I love that stroke action."
"That's good. I like what I'm doing to you."
"Oh, just a few more strokes," she gasped. "Just a few more strokes and I know you're going to be there."
"Yes I am."
Now he went back to squeezing her asscheeks, holding onto them ever so firmly as he kept on plunging that penis with great diligence inside her mound.
"Oh, I'm there, I'm there, I'm there," he gasped.
At that point the juice shot out of the end of his hard rod and bolted inside her mound.
The camera captured the intimacy of the action as the juice spurted voluminously inside her mound.
He gasped and sputtered as the droplets of creamy juice shot into her.
"Oh, I feel it, oh, I feel it," she exclaimed. "Oh, what an act. Oh, what a great act. I feel so good, baby, oh, do I feel good. It feels just so great, oh, you did such a wonderful job."
He then released his penis from her mound, feeling very happy about the action he had supplied for her.
A few minutes later the couple engaged in another intense sex scene. Arthur and Helen became so excited just watching the activity, that they couldn't take it much more.
"I'm just about ready to orgasm," Helen whispered. "This is just too hot. This action is too much."
"I know what you mean."
"Oh, are they ever putting out."
"It's quite a session."
There was a pause of a few moments, after which Helen said:
"Would you mind if we left now, dear," she looked at him searchingly.
"No, I'll leave now. You must be awfully excited for action, just like me."
"Oh, I am. Please, let's go."
"Alright, I'm with you."
"I think we got about as much value out of this movie as we were going to."
"We did," Arthur nodded, "You're absolutely right, honey, when you said something like this would stimulate us. I never dreamed it would until I actually saw it with my own two eyes. I loved it."
They got up from their seats and walked out of the theatre.
As they neared the door, the usher, a young man in his twenties, looked at them and smiled.
"I'll bet I know why you're leaving," the usher said.
"Why?" Arthur inquired.
"You're both turned on."
"Does it show?" Helen giggled.
"It sure does. You're not the only ones that this has happened to."
"Considering the subject matter of the movie, I'm sure we aren't," Arthur laughed.
"And furthermore, you won't be the last ones either," the young man laughed.
"No, we sure won't."
They walked briskly toward the car.
Arthur could hardly wait to start it up and drive home. He kept observing the erotic sight of the man plunging his hot meat into the woman's moist mound.
He knew that his wife, Helen, had a very tight mound, one that's made to order for brisk sex activity.
The fact that he would be experiencing that mound soon made him all the happier as he started up the car.
"It won't be long now," he smiled.
"No it won't. I just hope I can hold out."
"You will, baby," he laughed. "Just keep the faith."
CHAPTER FOUR
They dimmed the lights in the bedroom, then prepared to get to work.
Arthur quickly removed his coat and trousers, then took off his white shirt.
He was allowing those fingers to work quickly. He wanted to undress fast, to get immediately into the sex act with his beautiful wife. Never had he found her more attractive than at that very moment.
He watched as she wiggled out of her dress. Now she was down to her sparkling white panties and her white bra.
He eyed those lovely legs, concluding that they were even more perfectly shaped than those of the beautiful girl who had appeared in that film.
He walked over toward her, wearing nothing now but his shorts.
"Just look at that bulge between your legs!" she looked at him with admiration. "That's what I like to see. I know you didn't tire yourself out too much today, dear. I can see that you're all ready for action."
"You better believe I am, darling."
"Oh, you look so good."
"You look absolutely beautiful. Like an angel."
"But I'm no angel."
"To me you certainly are."
He quickly narrowed the distance between them, reaching out and grabbing her by the waist. He pulled her toward him and delivered a smooth kiss to her lips.-He watched the way that her body vibrated when he held her in his arms. He enjoyed those stimulating movements, and the longer that his arms came into contact with her, the better that he liked it.
Now he reached out and grabbed ahold of her bra. His fingers were trembling, and he was eager to remove her bra.
He was clinging to that strap, undoing it ever so quickly.
"Oh, you're so beautiful, baby, so absolutely beautiful," he said.
"Take my bra off, honey. Undress me."
"I consider that an honor."
"Just you, baby, you're the only man who's going to undress me. You're my husband. Come on, darling, let's do it. Let's get real excited."
"I am real excited."
"I know, but we're going to get evert more excited."
"I can believe that."
"So can I."
Now he grabbed ahold of the bra, having undone the strap. He flicked at it with his wrists, pulling it completely off of her and letting it drop to the floor.
"You've even got bigger looking tits than the girl in the movie," he sighed.
"Come on, dear, there's no need going overboard," she laughed.
"I'm doing nothing of the kind. You've got beautiful breasts, baby, absolutely glorious breasts. I'm going to put my fingers to work on them."
"Oh, that'll be so nice."
"You bet it will be."
Now he was letting those fingertips work ever so smoothly against her breasts.
Back and forth he was working those fingers, and the longer those movements persisted, the more excited she became.
"Oh, darling, keep that up," she said. "I love those fingers. I love what you're doing to me. Hey, you're getting the movements from that guy in the film. You don't usually do this."
"I know, I learned something from that."
"That's why I wanted us to go. It was an educational experience."
He manipulated his fingers over her breasts for quite some time, then decided that it was time to remove her panties.
He grabbed ahold of her body, throwing his arms around her waist.
He crushed his chest against her breasts. He liked the feeling of those firm, warm, beautiful breasts clutching against his skin.
He maneuvered her inside the bed, where she wound up lying on her back.
Now he had a perfect angle for removing her panties, and he reached out and grabbed ahold of the elastic.
"I'm gonna finish the job, now I'm gonna finish stripping you," he said.
"Come on, baby, I want you to do it," she sighed. "Oh, I want you to do it right now. I am so excited, honey. I want you to strip me. Then I want you to eat me. I want you to go down on me and let that tongue of yours go to work. Oh, I'll bet that you can give me lots of satisfaction with that tongue just like that guy did to that girl in the movie."
"That did look downright delicious."
"Of course, it's delicious. You're really going to give me the action, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes, I certainly am."
Now he was letting the panties slide down her legs, controlling the action with both hands.
As those panties slid down to her ankles, he looked and observed her mound, which appeared to be every bit as eager for action as the girl's in the movie had been.
He reached out now and let the fingers of his right hand come into contact with her mound after having completely removed her panties.
"Okay, do it a little smoother," she said. "I like the idea that you're trying to give me some of these really sexy movements, baby, but let's do it nice and smooth."
"I'm trying to."
"Slow it down a little," Helen said. "You're going faster than the guy in the movie did."
"Okay, okay," he replied, a little peevishly.
"I just want to get the most in the way of satisfaction, dear," she explained.
"I understand that."
"That's all, honey. That's all I'm looking for."
He got a little disgusted over the fact that she was not completely satisfied with his finger movements. He had wanted to please her in the worst way and now he was finding out that he was not quite measuring up to the expectations of the man in the movie.
"Maybe I should start licking now," he said.
"Okay, dear, let's switch the action. I really don't need much in the way of the finger action to begin with. I'm so hot right now that I need some nice warm licking."
"Then I guess that's what I'd better give you."
"Certainly. Just let that tongue of yours glide, baby, let it go to work on my mound."
"It sounds so sexy to hear you describe it."
"I feel sexy."
"You look sexy. Of course, you always look sexy. You always look gorgeous."
"Okay, honey, let's knock off the talk and get to work. Let's get that tongue rolling."
"Just wait, baby, because I'm gonna give you something you're going to enjoy."
"Cut that tongue loose, honey, let it go to work inside my mound."
Now he lowered his head ever so slowly, just like the man had in the motion picture.
He let the tongue brush slowly against her mound. It was a new experience for him, and as he went to work on her pussy, he was determined to give her everything in the way of excitement and satisfaction that that girl had received in the film.
His fingers toyed with her breasts as his tongue worked its way around her mound.
"I need some action in my clitoris," she said. "I need that dear. That's what will really get me excited. Now give it to me in the love button, baby, put that tongue of yours to work there. You're still going too fast. Keep the movements controlled a little better. Nice and slow, honey, let's start out real slow. Let's let the action develop at a gradual level. Come on now, honey, let's take your time. Take your good old sweet time. Let that action develop gradually, baby, come on and work that tongue around there. Work it around my mound."
Now he was getting a little upset about things. First of all he had not satisfied her with the finger movements over her mound, and now he was not providing her with the amount of satisfaction that he had hoped he would in the form of the pussy licking.
"Slow down, baby, and work the tongue all over my mound," she said. "You're not quite getting it right. You can do it better, 'much better. I know you can."
Now he was getting a little nervous and the greater degree of nervousness that surfaced within him, the faster that he was inclined to put that tongue to work. Now he was nervously moving the tongue around her box, and she was not at all satisfied with the kind of action that he was supplying.
"Remember what I said, dear," she said. "Now work the tongue slower, baby, I need slower action. Let's not move so fast. Come on now, honey, slow down that pace. I need you to slow it down. If you really want to get me excited you're gonna have to slow down the level of that licking."
He tried to slow down, but when he did so he was not sufficiently moving the tongue around her box enough to excite her.
"Move it around more," she said, now becoming a little disgusted. "Come on, baby, work the tongue around more. Cover more space. Cover every crevice of that pussy, baby. I need action everywhere. I need it all over in order to get sufficiently excited."
Now he was truly becoming disgusted with himself. It seemed that the harder that he tried to please her, the greater the degree to which he failed.
His fingers were digging into her asscheeks, and as they did so he let that tongue of his work around her mound.
"Slower, baby, you're still going too fast," she said.
Now he released his tongue from her mound, looking at her disgustedly.
"Just how slow should I go?" he barked.
"Don't get angry, honey. I'm trying to tell you the way I like it."
"But I'm doing it the way that guy did in the film."
"No, he did it smoother, he really did, dear," she said.
He heaved a sigh and then got ready to go back to his licking.
It bothered him that he was not pleasing hey in the way that he had hoped.
CHAPTER FIVE
Now Arthur went back to the licking.
He was bound and determined to please his wife that way, and it flustered him that he had been unable to do so to that juncture.
Now he was running those fingers of his up and down her smooth legs, remembering how the man in the movie had implanted his fingers against the firm, fleshy hips of his lover.
Back and forth he licked her box, attempting to do it just as she wanted him to.
"Nice and slow," she exclaimed. "Now keep those movements nice and slow. Come on, baby, and let the movements extend into other areas. Cover every crevice of my pussy, baby, come on, honey, I need it, oh, I need it. Lick my hot mound, honey, lick that mound."
Back and forth he licked, doing his best to please her. But he was still far too intense, and he did not demonstrate the degree of sophistication that the man had in the movie.
"No, honey, do it smoother," she soothingly reprimanded. "Keep that tongue working a little smoother. Come on, baby, put that tongue to work. Come on, honey, do it right. Do it just the way that I want it."
Now he was really getting disgusted. His best was apparently not good enough for her.
"Okay, baby, you can stop now," Helen finally said.
A frustrated Arthur removed his tongue from her mound, looking up at her with great disappointment.
"Just what is the matter, honey? The girl in the movie absolutely went wild when the guy went down on her," he said. "Maybe you're used to me doing it to you. Maybe that's the problem."
"No, I don't think that's it at all," she said. "Then what is it?"
"You just don't seem to have that certain knack for it, honey. In time I'm sure you can acquire it, but it's just not there now. You just can't get me real hot that way."
"That really disappoints me."
"I'm sorry-I don't mean anything personal by it."
"No, I guess you don't," he shook his head disappointedly.
"Why don't you plunge that penis of yours inside of me now. It looks like it is still good and hard."
"Certainly. I can give you that action."
"Well I'd like to have it."
"Okay, then there's no reason why you can't have it."
He leaned forward, letting that hard cock of his zero in on her waiting mound.
She thrust her body upward, remembering how the girl had done it in the film. She had cooperated with her man, providing all kinds of stimulating hip and leg movements while he was thrusting his penis like dynamite relentlessly inside her mound.
"Come on and drill me, baby, you can do it," she encouraged.
Now he was speedily thrusting that long penis of his high and deep inside her mound.
He was doing his best to make up for not having pleased her in the other area. If he could not please her by licking her mound, he would certainly do so by plunging that long, hard spear of his deep inside her pussy.
"Come on and drive that cock in there," she exclaimed. "Faster, baby, do it faster now. You've got the range, honey, oh, do you ever have it. Come on and drive that thing inside my mound. Oh, I want you to plunge it in there. Plunge it in my hot mound. Ah, oh, am I ever itchy down there. I'm real itchy, baby, I'm itchy from that action, and you're making me that way. Come on and drive that rod deep inside my mound."
Now he was really going to work, thrusting that huge rod of his deep inside her mound.
With every succeeding thrust be put forth, he moved that much closer to orgasm.
"Come on and drive that rod into me," she said. "Oh, drive that hot rod. I like it, oh, I like what you're doing. Keep on plunging, sweetheart, keep plunging that hard rod of yours inside me."
"Oh, I like what's happening now," he said. "Now things are really moving. Oh, I like giving you this kind of action, baby."
"Keep on punching that penis inside me."
"I'm not going to stop now. Oh, we're just too close. We're just too close to orgasm."
"I know. We're both right on the verge."
Now he was running his fingers over her asscheeks, and as he did so he kept on plunging that rod of his inside her mound.
Now they were moving toward the very end of the act.
"Oh, just a few more strokes, that's all I need before I explode my juices inside your mound," he exclaimed.
"Ah, I'm ready to shoot myself. Oh, yes, those juices are spurting out of me, baby. Feel then, honey, feel them?"
"Oh yes, yes," he gasped. "Ah, baby, this is it Oh, I'm there, I'm there, oh, I'm there, oh, look at this juice spurt. Look at the hot juice spurt out of the end of my penis. That's great, oh, is that ever great."
Now it was spurting with effervescence out of the end of his long rod and into her mound.
He was smiling as he removed his penis from her pussy.
"I guess the evening was almost a complete success," he said. "It was fantastic."
"I guess I could have improved in that one respect."
"Oh, you mean the pussy licking?"
"Yes I do."
"Don't let that bother you, dear. I guess that will all be worked out in time."
"I just don't understand it. I guess there is quite a difference between looking at somebody else doing it and then going at it yourself."
"Yes, that's the absolute truth. We'll work out something, baby. I just need to get some more of that kind of action, only I need it done in such a way that I'm gonna get hot and stay there."
"And you weren't there from the action I was giving you tonight."
"No, I really wasn't. But I'm sure not going to give up."
"Of course not. No, we'll keep at it."
"We certainly will."
But the whole situation bothered Helen more than she let on.
As they turned off the lights and attempted to go to sleep, she was bothered about the situation and she thought about what Michel had told her was transpiring between her and her husband, Steve.
She remembered Michel talking about how fantastic a job Steve would do of supplying her with every sensual sex need. It made her wonder just why Steve would succeed and her husband would fail. For one thing, she recognized that Steve spent a lot more time at it than Arthur, who threw himself so intensely into his real estate sales work that he did not possess sufficient time to devote to having sex with her.
She looked over at Arthur, who was pretending to sleep. Actually Arthur was also quite disturbed about what had happened. He wanted to provide his wife with the ultimate in sexual thrills, and realizing that he had failed to do that, it left him feeling terrible.
Arthur was up bright and early the next morning. Helen got up with him and prepared breakfast.
They chatted casually at breakfast.
"What are you doing today, dear?" Arthur asked.
"I'm going out with Michel."
"You two really are good friends." he laughed. "Well, that's good. Michel's a real nice girl."
"Yes she is. Very intelligent. She has a nice personality."
"She's quite a beautiful woman," Arthur nodded. "Steve is a very fortunate man. Just like I am."
"We're going to look at some dresses, then we're going to the club to work out."
"I'm always glad to hear that," Arthur smiled. "It keeps those bodies of yours so beautiful."
"We want to look our best for our husbands."
"You certainly do. You both have figures like trim school girls. In fact, you'd make the school girls turn green with envy."
"I'll have to tell Michel that you said that," Helen chuckled.
"You do that, honey."
"How about you? Have a busy day ahead?"
"Aren't they all," he smiled wearily.
"With you, my dear, they certainly are."
"Sometimes I wonder if it's worth all the effort."
"What's that?"
"Working. I mean at least working as hard as I do."
"I don't really think that it is," Helen said candidly, dabbing some jelly on her slice of toast. "I mean, you've worked so hard and look what you've done for yourself, as well as for me. It's great, absolutely great. You have every right to be proud of yourself. But I also think that you can overdo it. You've been working very hard, dear, especially recently. I mean, the last few months I've hardly seen anything of you at all."
"I realize that. And it hasn't exactly been what you'd call fun either."
"I can certainly appreciate that."
"I'll tell you something. Don't take this as a promise or anything, but just maybe I'll start slacking off a little. Maybe we can at least get away to go to Las Vegas in the next few weeks or so."
"That would be swell."
"We'd be going during the week, of course. I do have to stick around here on weekends. That's when things really hum in my business."
"I understand that, dear.".
"But I'll tell you something. This is starting to become quite a drag. As a matter-of-fact, it looks to me like I'm even picking up a few more lines in my face."
"Now don't stand at the mirror and worry about yourself," Helen laughed. "That'll only get you more shook up."
"I suppose you're right, but it still is rather difficult not to."
"I suppose that's so."
"You get on a treadmill. You get to the point where you can discipline yourself to a certain extent. Then you don't know when to stop, dear. It's like a machine that you shut off that you turn on. The longer it goes, the harder it is to shut it off."
"I think that's a pretty good analogy."
"It's the only one that I can offer, whether it's good or bad."
"I do wish that you would take it a little easier, honey. You'll be a whole lot better off and so will I."
"Yes, I suppose you're right. Well, we'll just see what we can work out on that score. I'm gonna do my level best. Maybe I can work some of the other guys into some of my hours. After all, I work enough for about three of them."
"You're not telling me a thing I don't know," she laughed. "I'd really like to take a few more trips."
"Maybe we can do that."
"Let's try and shoot for it anyway," she smiled. "You know, if you kind of set a goal in your mind about something, it makes it that much better. You feel like you're a lot closer to attaining something that way."
"I suppose you're right about that. That's good psychology."
"Remember, I studied some psychology in college."
"Don't I know it. And you've used a lot of it on me."
"Only when I thought it was in your best interests."
"Perhaps I needed a little bit of it."
"I think you did."
"I'm always psyching myself out."
"That's why you need me. I'll psyche you back in again."
"If ever a girl was capable of psyching any guy in, it's you."
"I guess that's supposed to be a compliment."
"It certainly is."
He finished his cup of coffee quickly, then got up from the chair.
He leaned forward and kissed her lips ever so affectionately.
As he began walking toward the front door, he felt a little resentful of the fact that he had to go to work that day.
Arthur was really getting attached to Helen now. In addition, he wanted to prove to her that he could provide her with the same degree of thrills in the art of cunnilingus as the girl had been supplied by the man in that film, the evening before.
He stood now in the doorway, waving to her.
"Goodbye, dear," he said.
"See you later, honey. When do you suppose you'll be home?"
"You know how those things go," he shrugged despondently. "I'll try and be home before seven anyway."
"If it looks like you're going to be any later than about six, could you give me a ring," Helen said. "After all, I want to know just when to serve dinner."
"Certainly. I'll give you a call late in the afternoon. By that time I'll know just about when I'll be home."
"That's swell."
"Say hello to Michel."
"I certainly will," Helen said, watching her husband disappear out the door.
She walked over and stood by the window, observing him getting into his Cadillac.
She couldn't help but think just how distinguished he looked in his neatly pressed blue business suit. Yes, he was definitely the type of man who could instill confidence into people.
She wasn't the least bit surprised that he had such a successful sales record, in real estate. She knew just one thing. That he needed a little diversion, and that he had been pushing himself much too hard in his line of work.
CHAPTER SIX
Helen liked Michel's company.
They were both about the same age, and Michel possessed the same degree of sparkling warmth that Helen did.
They looked at dresses in Westwood Village that morning. Helen came close to buying one, but decided against it at the last moment, realizing that she didn't like the dress as well as she thought she might after reflecting on it for a long spell.
As for Michel, she found a dress that she definitely liked, purchasing it.
After leaving the dress shop, Michel suggested that they have lunch together at a quaint French restaurant a block away from the store.
They chatted happily during lunch, then left for the health club, where they would enjoy a vigorous swim and a sauna bath.
After the food had sufficiently worn off, they jumped into the heated pool and took several laps.
They got out" of the pool and then went to the sauna room.
As Helen walked beside Michel, she observed how beautiful a figure the stunning brunette possessed. It was every bit as good as her own, and Michel was exceedingly proud of it.
Now they were sitting in the sauna room. They were all by themselves.
Helen had been thinking about a sticky conversational point that she had been wanting to bring up to Michel. But she had not quite been able to do it. Now that they were there alone, surrounded by no one, she was trying to work up the courage to talk to Michel about it.
She wanted to discuss Michel's sex life with her husband Steve. She recognized that, even though Michel had been more than willing to talk about that same subject with her at the party Saturday night, it would have to be remembered that Michel had had a good deal to drink. Perhaps that had been partially the reason why she had been so candid in discussing those intimate details relating to bedroom activity with her husband.
But now, as the sweat began to pour from them, Helen decided to plunge ahead. She would open discussion with Michel on that topic, and whether or not Michel wanted to talk about it would be determined at that point.
"You know, Michel, I've been meaning to tell you that Arthur and I took your advice that you gave us the other night," she opened the conversation.
"Oh, is that right? What advice is that?"
"About going to see the sex film."
"Oh, so you don't say," Michel threw her head back and laughed. "So how did you like it?"
"Oh, it was a very good film."
"I mean how did you like the sex scenes?"
"That's what I meant when I said it was a very good film."
"That's what I figured you meant," Michel chuckled. "I just wanted to make certain, that's all."
"As a matter-of-fact, Arthur liked it too."
"I thought he might," Michel nodded. "Remember, I told you that I didn't think that he was as straight-laced as you thought he was."
"Yes, you did say that."
"He just hasn't exposed himself to a lot of these opportunities," Michel said. "But once he had the opportunity to so expose himself, I had a feeling it would be a completely different story."
"Well, it really was."
"Was he ready for some hot sex action as soon as he got home?"
"He was."
"That's good. I know that you haven't been seeing much of him lately, and I guess it's been kind of rough on you in that respect."
"Yes, it has. But just one thing went wrong. And it really makes me feel bad."
"What went wrong?"
"You remember that scene where the guy did such a great job of going down on the girl?"
"Of course. How could I forget it. Did Steve ever do a fantastic job of duplicating that scene once we got home. Oh, I could never forget it."
"Well, we tried the same thing when we got home, only the results didn't turn out nearly as well."
"Oh, then you mean that he didn't get the job done in the way that the guy in the film had?"
"That's right."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"So am I. I just can't understand this whole thing. I just don't know what to do. He certainly wanted to please me, and when I was giving him all that constructive criticism, he just seemed to get very dejected about it."
"Well, that's understandable. I'm sure he was trying very hard to please you."
"He was. He tries in his own way to please me all the time."
"I'm sure that he does."
"That's what makes me feel kind of bad about this whole thing."
"Well, don't feel bad about it. Just work at it."
"I just wish that there was a way to get him acclimated right away, because he really wants that kind of action. He is getting much better about these things. He's finally beginning to see all the fun he's been missing out on by working those long hours. So I certainly don't want to wreck a good opportunity."
"I know what you mean," Michel said sympathetically. "My Steve certainly is great at going down on me. If you got it once like that, you'd know exactly what you wanted and you'd be in a better position to instruct your husband."
"I suppose I would," she agreed. "But there's just one catch. I'm not married to Steve."
"No you're not," Michel looked at her, "but that doesn't necessarily mean that he can't lick your box, does it?"
Helen was stunned. She stared at Michel, expecting her to smile or break out in laughter.
Instead she got nothing but a sober look from her beautiful, dark-haired friend.
"Are you serious, dear?" Helen asked.
"How about us participating in a little swapping?"
"Swapping!" Helen's eyes widened. "You've got to be kidding."
"No, Steve and I have engaged in swapping with a few couples," Michel said calmly. "I mean, we're perfectly satisfied with each other, but we find that we can learn so much more and have so much more fun by widening our areas of choice and experimenting a little. We wouldn't think of ever stepping out on each other, but swapping is another matter altogether."
"I really do believe you're serious about this."
"Steve and I talked about mentioning this to you before, if you want to know the truth," Michel revealed. "But we were always a little leery about doing it. Because we realize that Arthur was a little on the straight-laced side, and we figured you might be too. As I said, I figure that Arthur is the type who can loosen up if he gives himself a chance, and now that he appears to be giving himself that kind of a chance, I think we've got a different situation altogether than what we had before."
"I'll go along with you there. But I don't know he'd take to this swapping."
"Do you think he'd find me unattractive?"
"Don't be silly," Helen laughed. "I can't imagine any man finding you unattractive."
"That's nice of you to say," Michel smiled.
"But he might feel awkward about the idea of swapping."
"It's certainly nothing unusual if he does. Most people do in the beginning. I'll admit it. I felt pretty awkward myself. But once I got accustomed to it, I learned to absolutely love it"
"So you and Steve actually go that route."
"We certainly do, and we have an absolute ball at it. Excuse the pun."
"I wonder if I should talk to Arthur about it."
"Sure you should. Wouldn't you like to have some action from Steve?"
"I've never thought about it before, but he is a handsome guy."
"Of course he is, and that's just the beginning. Is he ever great at the action. Listen, after he gives you one pussy lick, you're going to know precisely where it's at. Then you're gonna be able to tell Arthur exactly what you want. And in the meantime I'll be filling Arthur in on all kinds of exotic details. Once he learns the tricks of the trade from me, he's gonna be more demanding in what he seeks from you."
"I've got to admit that I've got a whole lot to learn when it comes to sex," Helen said solemnly. "I need some tips from people like you. I know that. I just haven't been around like you have. That's why that conversation of the other night kind of fascinated me."
"Then just wait, honey. This is only the beginning. We're only in the talking stages. If we get together, just the four of us, you're really going to see the fur fly. I'm gonna turn that cute husband of yours every way but loose. After that he's not even gonna care about going out and selling real estate."
"You're the type who can make good on a claim like that," Helen laughed.
"You bet I am. Now why don't you go home and talk this thing over with Arthur. Then you can call me tomorrow and let me know about when we can get together."
"You certainly sound confident about this whole thing. How do you know if Arthur is going to go for it? He might very easily hit the ceiling when he hears about a suggestion like this."
"I don't think so. I think he's going to be intrigued by this whole thing. Particularly if you explain it right."
"Then I guess the pressure's on me," Helen laughed, reaching up and wiping some sweat from her brow.
"Don't think of it as pressure, dear. That's the big trouble with both you and Arthur. I think that's one of the reasons why you couldn't get together in as exciting a way last night as you would have liked to. You were both feeling a little something in the way of pressure. Don't feel pressured at all. Just lie back and enjoy yourselves. Have yourselves some beautiful fun."
"Okay, I'll try it from your point of view."
"You do that. You just wait and see. You're going to really enjoy swapping. You just turn yourself loose and you'll see just how much fun it can be. You see, Steve and I wouldn't have thought of doing it until we started going to some of those films. Then we got to feeling curious about it. We picked up one of those underground newspapers and looked at some of the ads. We found one that intrigued us and followed up on it. But we're not really that eager about going the ad route. You can get in trouble that way."
"That's just what I was thinking."
"We try to make discreet arrangements with people we know," she giggled. "We wouldn't have anything to worry about with you and Arthur. That would be a very discreet arrangement indeed."
"It would have to be for the protection of all of us."
"That's exactly what I mean."
"We'll just have to see what happens," Helen said, getting up from the bench she was sitting on. "I feel like I'm baked now. There's not much more for me to sweat off."
"Me either," Michel then rose from the bench as well. "We were in here quite a while."
"Yes, and we had quite a productive conversation,"
"I think so. Just remember. Arthur will get better every time out. He's just got to learn to let himself go. Steve had to learn it a little bit too. And you'd be surprised just how fast he was able to adjust."
"I'm not sure Arthur would be able to adjust as quickly."
"You can't be sure about anything in this world," Michel said philosophically, "but I have a pretty strong hunch that he would."
Now they stepped out of the sauna room and toward the shower room, where they would bathe their sweaty bodies.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Helen was stoutly determined to please Arthur that evening.
She decided to prepare prime ribs of beef, a baked potato, and tossed green salad. She would also serve some burgundy wine. She felt that by putting him in such a good frame of mind, there would be a greater likelihood of her receiving a favorable response when she popped the fatal question to him.
Arthur called her at a few minutes past four that afternoon.
"Hello, dear," he began in a cheerful voice.
"How's it going, honey?"
"Just fine. Did you have a good time with Michel today?"
"A very nice time."
"Good. Things have been going pretty well today."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"I just wanted to let you know that I'll be home a few minutes past six. I'm getting out of here a little earlier than what I anticipated."
"I'm certainly glad to hear that."
"Fine, so I'll see you then."
"I'll be looking forward to it, dear. I'm preparing a nice meal for you. Prime ribs, baked potato, tossed green salad. Your favorite wine."
"What's the occasion?" he laughed.
"I'm just trying to make you feel comfortable, dear."
"That's awfully sweet of you, darling. I'm already looking forward to it. Goodbye now."
"See you later," she said, hanging up the telephone.
She prepared the dinner exquisitely, then, to add to the dramatic effect, she lit candles in the dining room.
He arrived home at quarter past six, and when he saw how festive everything was, he smiled happily.
"This is what I call a feast," he said.
"Well, then just sit down and enjoy it, darling."
Arthur sat down and relaxed, enjoying the meal to the maximum extent possible.
After dinner, she poured some more wine for both of them. She could see that Arthur was loosening up from the effects of the meal and the wine. She liked it when he was more relaxed.
"So how was everything, honey?" she asked. "It couldn't have been better. You're the greatest wife a guy could ever have, dear."
"That's certainly nice of you to say."
"I'm speaking with total candor."
"Oh, you're so sweet."
She waited until he finished his glass of wine. Then they adjourned into the living room, where they sat and chatted.
He ran his fingers affectionately through her hair several times, demonstrating appreciation for what she had done for him. She had tried in the best way that she knew how to make things nice for him that evening, and had succeeded admirably.
Now they were sitting next to each other, and she recognized that the time was ripe to talk about the subject of swapping.
She was feeling very nervous about it, and her stomach danced quickly as she anticipated launching the discussion.
"You know, dear, I'm awfully sorry about what happened last night," she said. "I'm sure sorry we couldn't have gotten together better when you were going down on me."
"Oh, I guess I'll learn in time," he laughed nervously.
"You know, I was talking to Michel about that today."
"You were talking to her about us last night?" he looked at her with disgust.
"Of course. There was nothing wrong with that. As I told you so many times, she is a very close friend. Besides, last Saturday she leveled with me about her sex life with Steve."
"But that doesn't necessarily mean that I want her to hear about us."
"Believe me, honey, there's nothing wrong with that. She is the kind of girl who can keep a secret."
"Maybe so, but I just can't bring myself to like the idea of somebody talking so openly about the way we have sex."
"She's very sympathetic, she wants to help."
"How can she help?"
"Well, it seems that she and Steve take certain little liberties in sex. I mean, they really enjoy themselves."
"Please get to the point," Arthur said.
"I mean that they engage in swapping."
"They what?"
"That's right," she said. "They engage in swapping and they find that they learn more about sex that way. That way they're able to provide each other with more in the way of beautiful sensations."
-"I sure don't like to hear about that," Arthur said. "Perhaps you shouldn't be quite as conversational with Michel about these matters.
I don't like hearing about this at all."
"But dear, she's figured out the perfect formula. If we could engage in swapping with them, everything would change. We'd open up in sex together. We've been a little too sheltered, honey, and that's our main problem. She said that if Steve could give me some action, and she could give you some action, we'd be much better off together. She said that they were a little on the sheltered side when they started swapping, but they learned an awful lot fast and they are happy that they did it."
Now Arthur was looking at her with disbelief.
"Can you really be serious about this?" he asked.
"I'm dead serious," she revealed. "Now how about it, honey? What do you say we get together and engage in a little swapping with them?"
"I just don't know what to say. Have you taken leave of your senses?"
"Not at all. Dear, I want the best for both of us. Do you find Michel that unattractive a girl?"
"Of course I don't," he quickly replied. "She's absolutely beautiful. It's just that I'm not married to her."
"Why don't we just give it a try, honey. I think it's just what we both need. You know, I first reacted like you did. I just couldn't get over it when she suggested it. But the more I thought about it the more sense it all seemed to make."
"I don't know. This whole thing seems so strange. But the longer you talk about it, the less opposed I find myself becoming to it."
"That's exactly what happened to me. So why don't you let me call up Michel tomorrow and make the arrangements?"
"When did she say they wanted to get together?"
"Pretty soon, I imagine."
"This whole thing is so weird," he shook his head. "I must be going out of my mind to consent to go along with it."
"You're not doing anything of the kind, honey."
"There's just one thing I want you to make crystal clear to them."
"What's that?"
"If this thing just doesn't work out. I mean, if I find that I just can't go through with it after I've started, then we can cancel out with no hard feelings."
"I'm sure that they'll agree to that."
"I hope so. Because this is a pretty risky thing. You know, of course, that Steve and I are partners in business. That makes this thing rather touchy."
"It doesn't have to be touchy at all."
"We'll see. I guess we'll find out in due course."
"I suppose we will," Helen said softly. "So why don't you just let me call her tomorrow and we'll see what we can work out."
"Alright, you give her a call. Then you give me a buzz as soon as she's suggested a time and a place, and I'll let you know if I can fit it into my schedule."
"Maybe it would be better if you could just suggest a time and a place."
"Well, that's kind of hard. But it would have to be after eight o'clock in the evening."
"Okay, I'll tell her that," Helen nodded.
Arthur then went into the den and watched some television, but found himself unable to concentrate on the film he was watching.
He kept thinking about the idea of swapping with Steve and Michel, and wondered if he wasn't taking a terrible risk in agreeing to let Helen talk to Michel about it.
Late the following morning Helen gave Michel a call.
"You mean he went for it?" Michel said ecstatically.
"Yes, but he's real reluctant about it. After we finished discussing it, he hardly said a word to me the rest of the night."
"I kind of figured he'd have misgivings about it," Michel said. "I was just hopeful, though, that he would give it a try-"
"He said that we'd have to meet sometime after eight o'clock in the evening."
"Did he say what day?"
"No he didn't."
"Well, I discussed it with Steve, and he said that he can't wait. So how about tonight?"
"Oh, I don't know if he would go for it that early."
"Why don't you give him a call and find out."
"Okay, listen. I'll get ahold of him now and then call you right back."
"Okay, and if he's not in the office, you can call me later.
"Alright. I'll be getting in touch with you soon."
"Fine, honey."
Now the nervousness was mounting inside of Helen as she picked up the telephone and called Arthur.
"Well, I've been talking to Michel," she immediately settled into the gist of things.
"What did she say?"
"They want to meet us tonight."
"That's awfully soon."
"She said they're both looking forward to it."
There was a lengthy pause at the other end of the line, after which Arthur finally exclaimed :
"Alright. Find out the time and place. I'll go along with you."
"Great," Helen chuckled triumphantly. "I'm sure that you won't regret it. We're going to have a blast."
"I hope so," he replied.
She called Michel back immediately, setting up the arrangements. It was arranged for them to meet at a motel located not far from where they lived.
Michel explained that the owner of the motel was a friend of Steve's, and could be counted upon to remain discreet.
They arrived at the motel at a few minutes before eight in the evening. Arthur and Helen were sitting pensively in the Cadillac waiting for Steve and Michel to arrive.
"I feel like somebody getting ready to commit a crime," Arthur said nervously.
"Don't get so uptight, dear," Helen tried to calm him.
"Well, I'm not used to this type of thing."
"Neither am I, but I'm going to make the best of it."
"I think that maybe you're a little more flexible than I am."
"Maybe so, but you can always grab a page from my book and become flexible yourself."
"I suppose so. I'll give it a try, anyway."
Arthur looked out the window that instant, observing a car pulling into the driveway.
He immediately recognized the car as being Steve's blue Chrysler. He watched as Steve and Michel got out of the automobile.
"Well, let's go and meet them," Arthur said, still nervous about what was to transpire.
They got out of the car and met underneath a street light.
A grinning Steve thrust out his hand, shaking with Arthur vigorously.
"Glad you could make it, old boy," he smiled. "You look a little uptight."
"This is something completely new to me," Arthur said.
"Well don't let that scare you, buddy. A guy like you shouldn't be afraid of anything. Once you get the hang of it, you're going to love it. Now why don't you come with me to register."
"Alright."
"We'll wait right here for you," Michel smiled.
"We'll be back in a second, honey," Steve called out to Michel as he walked side by side with Arthur toward the motel's office.
Now Arthur and Helen were both beginning to feel great nervousness. They just didn't know how to react to something this new, something so out of the ordinary, something so totally removed from what they were accustomed to experiencing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Now the four of them were inside the room, looking at each other in the darkened light.
Only one tiny light remained on. It had been Michel's idea to make things fairly dark, so that they would be more romantic.
"That sure is a huge bed," Steve pointed toward the bed in the center of the room. "I wanted to make sure that we all had plenty of room, what with two couples balling and all."
Suddenly Steve took the initiative, reaching out and throwing his strong arms around Helen's body.
Arthur was taken by surprise, so much so that for a moment he felt like walking over and punching Steve. It was just the instinctive reaction of a husband who was observing his wife being romanced by another man.
After the initial and anger wore off, Arthur stood there watching closely as the excited Steve plunged his body forward, allowing his chest to slide around Helen's breasts.
"You do have a great set of tits, Helen baby," he said. "I'm gonna loosen you up, honey, then we're going to have a great screw."
Now Steve's fingers were effectively going to work behind Helen. He used those fingers to unbutton her dress.
While he continued to unbutton the dress, he kissed her lips fervently, doing it periodically with great excitement.
"Oh, are we ever going to have a blast, am I ever going to lick that pussy of yours," he exclaimed.
Arthur continued to watch as Steve maneuvered her body downward, throwing her into the middle of the bed as he continued to relentlessly manipulate his fingers over her dress.
While all that was occurring, Michel began to make eyes at Arthur.
She walked over to Arthur and let her fingers go to work on his zipper.
"I'm gonna unzip you," she said. "I want to be able to play with that penis of yours, darling. I really want some magnificent excitement, honey. I'm really going to get turned on with you. Oh, am I ever going to get turned on.
She moved her fingers down that zipper, pulling down on it as he watched with great interest.
"Just sit down on the edge of the bed, honey, that's all I ask," she said.
Now Arthur was suddenly becoming acclimated to what was going on. At first it had been like some kind of a distant dream to watch his wife being undressed by Steve.
But now he was getting turned on with Michel. The longer that he looked at her, the greater the degree of excitement that was generating throughout his entire body.
Back and forth those fingers of hers began to manipulate over his penis once she removed his rod from his trousers.
She let the fingers of her right hand work at a feverish clip, moving vigorously up and down the entire surface of his organ.
"Oh, can you ever massage me," he said. "Those fingers are just great, baby. It's just fantastic what you're doing to me. Oh, that's nice, so nice."
Arthur began to think about the film he had seen, in which the woman had done much the same thing to the man in order to get him excited.
Now he had a woman providing him with the same kind of excitement. He could see just how many thrills could be derived by doing things a little differently, by extending ones self into other realms of sexual adventure.
Next to them on the bed, Steve was putting the finishing touches on undressing beautiful Helen.
Now Helen was panting with excitement as Steve pulled off the dress, getting her down to her panties and bra.
"Oh, look at those sexy legs," Steve said.
He reached out and grabbed ahold of Helen's thighs, squeezing them ever so gingerly. All the while his eyes remained focused on. He was hypnotized by her overpowering beauty of figure and face and the longer he looked at her, the better he felt about the prospects for hot action.
"Oh, I could orgasm this very second if I wanted to," he exclaimed. "I'm that excited by you, honey. Oh, what you do to me. You're just fantastic. I love that beautiful body of yours. I love you, darling, you're really some kind of woman."
All the while his fingers continued to maneuver around her thighs.
"Oh, take off my panties," she sighed. "Take off my bra. Get me completely naked, baby. I want to be totally naked for you. Oh, do I ever want to be hot and sexy for you.
"Okay, I'll take off the bra," Steve exclaimed.
Now those fingers of his were working their way behind her back.
Several flicks of the wrist later, he had removed the bra.
As the bra dropped down toward the floor, he reached out and allowed his fingers to toy with her naked breasts. The longer that his fingers came into contact with that warm flesh, the better that he liked it.
"Oh, I like those movements," he said. "I really love putting these fingers to work on these lovely breasts. Oh, the skin is so firm, baby, so nice and firm. I just love what I'm doing. I just love making love to you. I'm gonna get you so hot that you're not going to believe it. We're really going to turn on together, darling, we really are."
Back and forth his fingers continued to press ever so firmly against those breasts. Every now and then he would let the fingertips come to rest against her nipples, which he would squeeze ever so fervently.
All the while his movements continued to exhilarate. He was getting her so excited that she felt that she too could explode without much difficulty at all.
After he had succeeded in giving his fingers a vigorous workout over her breasts, he decided to turn his red-hot tongue loose over her breasts and nipples.
He sank that tongue ever so vigorously against her left breast, allowing it to slide and maneuver with great dexterity and skill.
"Ah, you're too much, you're just like the guy in the movie," Helen exclaimed, her legs trembling with passion, "just keep that up, darling, oh, I really love what you're doing. Just keep up that tongue action. Oh, keep the tongue sliding, oh darling, oh, I want it, I really want that action, I like what you're doing, I love it, oh, just keep that up. Oh, baby, keep it up, keep up the tongue work. Come on, honey, and keep the tongue moving. Don't let up at all. Oh, don't let up."
The tongue kept on sliding around over her breasts. He then worked it against her pink nipples, after which he decided that it was time for him to get on to the next phase of the action.
He suddenly removed his tongue from her breasts, letting his fingers work their way down to her panties.
"Pull them off, baby, oh, pull them off," she exclaimed. "Come on baby, I want you to take off those panties. Oh, yes, I need you to remove them. Come on, darling, and do that for me. I want to be naked, I want to be naked for you."
Now his fingers were going to work on the panties, sliding them ever so slowly down her legs.
He would have moved the fingers down her leg more swiftly, except for one thing. He genuinely enjoyed the idea of taking his time. That way he was stringing out a beautiful sex act.
While he was undressing her, Arthur and Michel were also getting along beautifully. After Michel had thoroughly turned on Arthur with her finger movements over his cock, he decided that he had to get off his clothes immediately.
He quickly stripped, after which he was ready to do the same to her.
He had been watching Steve take off Helen's clothes, so now Arthur had picked up enough of the knack to where he knew he could get his new lover stimulated in just the proper fashion.
Now those fingers of his were going to work on her blouse, which he was devastatingly removing.
"Oh, honey, now you're catching on," Michel exclaimed. "Now you know just how to make love to me. Oh, now you're really getting there. I'm proud of you, baby, you're really learning where it's at."
While he was continuing to focus his attention on her blouse, she reached out with that right hand of hers once again, allowing it to maneuver up and down his long penis.
It was such exhilarating activity that he didn't know just how much longer he could withstand it. She knew just how to control that action with her fingers. She would move them neither too slow nor too fast, keeping action at just the right level in order to insure herself of receiving the ultimate in satisfaction from him, while she was providing him with the ultimate in satisfaction from the spirit of her movements.
Now he removed her blouse and bra, after which he started to put his fingers to work on her zipper. He pulled down on it quickly, removing her slacks.
"Okay, go all the way with me, honey, take off my panties and bra now," Michel said. "Come on, baby, I want to feel those hot fingers of yours all around my naked skin. Come on, baby, you can do it."
Over on the other side of the bed, Steve was going to work eagerly on beautiful Helen.
He finished removing her panties, then let his fingers go to work on her mound.
He adopted a more sophisticated approach than that which had been employed by her husband, Arthur.
She could readily see just how good Steve was at what he was doing. Those fingers of his moved with brisk precision as she felt the waves of sexual exhilaration shooting through her entire body.
"Oh, yes, you're really giving me action," she said. "You're great, darling, just like you said you would be. Oh, you're moving the fingers nice and slow. Oh, that feels so great. Ah, ah, now you're tickling my clit. I love that, honey, I really love that kind of action you're supplying me. Oh, baby, come on and work those fingers around. Come on, darling, I like what you're doing for me."
Now those fingers were moving in more eagerly than ever. She was becoming enraptured with efforts he was putting forth.
"Oh, now you can lick me, now you can go down there and lick me," she said. "Come on and move that tongue around against my pussy, darling, I really want you to do it. Oh, I want you to lick that mound of mine. Come on, darling, and lick that hot mound. I need it, darling, oh, do I ever need it. I need that kind of hot action. I need that tongue of yours around my mound."
Now he removed his fingers from her mound. He had a contented smile on his face, knowing that he had pleased her tremendously with his finger movements.
"Oh, I really loved those movements," she said. "You're really great at making with the action."
"I do my best, baby."
"That happens to be pretty good."
"Well, every woman that I've done it with yet has thought so."
"Ah, you couldn't be any better, baby. Those fingers of yours are really going to town. I like the way you move them so smoothly."
"I've had a little practice at it."
"I'll just bet you have."
"I really love it, though. I love seeing a girl like you get turned on."
"Come on now, honey, and let that tongue of yours go to work inside my mound. I really need that, baby. I need for you to work that tongue inside my box. Come on, darling, put it to work."
He reached down and played with her asscheeks. As he let his fingers come into contact with them, he slipped his tongue forward fervently.
"Oh, put it in there, baby, lick my mound, oh, lick my mound," she exclaimed. "I know you're going to be great at it. You're going to be great just like you were with those fingers. Come on, darling, and work that tongue of yours around."
Now Arthur momentarily stopped his action with Michel. Even though he was turned on, he was fascinated with the concept of the licking on the part of Steve.
He knew that his wife wanted to sample some of Steve's pussy licking so that he would be able to repeat the same kinds of movements on her mound.
He watched as Steve calmly let that tongue slide around her mound. He did it with authoritative briskness, working that tongue over every tiny portion of her mound.
"Oh, lick it, lick it," she said. "Keep that tongue working, darling, you're really great at it. Oh, I like what you're doing, oh, you're really working it."
Now Arthur was watching with great interest as that hot licking continued.
The longer that Steve kept it up, the faster that his tongue proceeded to go.
But he never let the movements come too rapid. He always maintained perfect control over what he was doing.
CHAPTER NINE
The longer that Helen's mound was licked by Steve, the more noticeably her body trembled as a result of his actions.
"Oh, eat my box, baby, eat my lovely box," she exclaimed. "Come on and whiplash that tongue around my mound. Come on, sweetheart, now you can speed up the action. Oh, you're doing it. Your actions are perfect, so perfect. Oh, honey, just turn that tongue of yours loose. Work it around my mound. Oh, lick my box, baby, lick it."
Now Michel and Arthur were sitting on the edge of the bed watching the action.
"We'll get that much more turned on from watching them, honey," Michel whispered in Arthur's ear. "Then once he gets through licking her mound, I've got a big surprise for you. I'm gonna turn you every way but loose."
Arthur was looking forward with great anticipation to that occasion, but for the moment he was satisfied just watching the level of action that was taking place between Helen and Steve.
Steve knew just how to work that tongue, just how to push Helen to the brink of ecstasy.
While that tongue continued to stab eagerly inside her hot mound, he reached out and ran his fingers over her nipples.
"Oh, that nipple action is great," Helen gasped. "I really like what you're doing, baby, that's really something. Come on and move that tongue. Oh, honey, are you ever good at that."
Now he was turning the tongue loose with all of its relentless energy. He was letting it stab and drive ever so effectively and forcefully inside her hot mound.
"Oh, I'm just a few strokes away from shooting," Helen told him. "Keep up that hot licking, baby, keep that tongue of yours inside my box. Oh, darling, work it around. Work that hot tongue inside my mound. Come on, baby, work it, oh, work it, lick me, lick me, work that tongue around, make it go to work on my mound, baby, come on, lick it, honey, oh, lick it."
Back and forth he was driving that tongue, and now he recognized just how close he was to receiving her orgasm.
He reached out and switched his hands movements from her nipples to her asscheeks. And now he was squeezing them with great energy, enjoying the hot stroking activity while the tongue continued to work and plunge ever so eagerly inside her mound.
"Oh, lick it, lick it," she exclaimed.
Now her legs were kicking relentlessly back and forth, and her body was dancing with great eagerness as he kept up that relentless licking.
"Oh, just a few more strokes, just a few more," she sighed. "Oh, honey, there it is, oh, I'm there, oh, I'm there, oh, what a lick, oh, what a great lick, oh, I feel so good, so good, oh, fantastic, oh, that's fantastic, oh, oh, what licking sensations, oh, go after my juice, eat it, eat it, eat every drop, honey, oh, go after it, go after it, go after my pussy juice."
And that was precisely what he proceeded to do. Steve turned it on, letting that hot tongue of his gobble up that pussy juice of hers.
"They really turned it on," Arthur looked at Michel.
"Just wait until you see what I've got in store for you."
"When do you plan on getting started?"
"Right now."
"That's good."
Now the two lovers, Arthur and Michel, took over in the center of the bed.
"We'll spell you for a little while " Michel laughed, patting her husband, Steve, on the shoulder.
"Okay, my tongue could use a rest," Steve laughed, throwing an arm around Helen.
"You really are a pussy licker," Helen said.
"I knew you wouldn't be disappointed."
Now Helen and Steve were sitting on the edge of the bed, watching as Michel took over center stage.
She began her activities by reaching out with her right and pumping up and down the base of Arthur's long hard penis.
"Oh, I don't know how much of that I can take," Arthur gasped. "You're really great at those finger movements. Oh, you know just how to supply those actions. Oh, baby, keep on working the fingers."
While she was manipulating those fingers up and down his long rod, he reached out and ran his fingers through her hair.
"Oh, you've got such beautiful hair," Arthur said.
"Just wait until I go down on that cock of yours," Michel smiled.
"Oh, so that's what you've got in mind. You're going to lick my cock, are you?"
"Yes I am."
"That sounds like a juicy experience."
"It will be. You're really going to spill that cream into my mouth, aren't you, honey?"
"I certainly am."
"That's the spirit, baby. I want you to spill that hot juice inside my mouth."
"Oh, all you've got to do is keep those fingers working a little longer, then turn that tongue loose on my cock. I'll take care of the rest."
"I just bet you will. But I'm going to get you so hot with this licking that you're not going to be able to hold back."
"That I can easily believe."
She kept up that fervent finger action, and now he was getting so hot that he felt like he just had to explode those juices of his inside her mound.
"Oh, baby, now you can start licking," he said. "Come on and turn that tongue loose, baby, turn it loose. I need that action. I want you to lick, honey, oh, I want you to lick. I want you to go to work with that tongue on my cock."
"Okay, you've got your wish," she laughed.
Now she leaned forward, letting that tongue of hers stroke the tip of his penis.
"Oh, that really itches," he said. "It itches and I love every bit of it. Come on, honey, and turn that tongue loose. Oh, do I ever love it. Do I ever love that action."
The longer that Michel's hot tongue went to work on the tip of his penis, the itchier that Arthur's cock became.
Now his entire body was overridden with anxiety. He was trembling, enjoying every tongue stab that she put forth.
"Come on and lick me," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, the way you work that tongue. You're fantastic, darling, oh you couldn't be any better. Come on, baby, keep on working that tongue. Oh, can you ever lick. Keep that tongue working, darling, oh, are you ever good. Come on, lick it, lick it, lick my cock. Oh, mouth it, move that tongue around, move it around, baby, oh, you know just what I like, you know just the kind of satisfaction that I need down there in my cock and balls."
While her tongue continued to sweep around the tip of his penis, she reached out with both hands and let her fingertips rub ever so soothingly over his balls.
The longer that those fingers went to work on his testicles, the bigger they seemed to get. Now he knew that it wouldn't be long before he would be exploding, and it was just a question of time when that course of action would occur.
"Come on and lick baby, oh, lick, lick my hot penis," he said. "Oh, you've really got me hot now, baby, oh, you're too much with that hot tongue of yours. Keep that tongue twisting, darling, oh, keep it twisting."
Now she decided that it was time to exhilarate on her movements, so she worked that tongue over the tip of his cock a little more rapidly than before.
The faster that she kept up that licking, the better that he liked it. Now he was being driven into a great state of ecstasy from the hot licking that she was providing with that spirited tongue of hers.
Back and forth she smoothly let it go to work. Even though she was working it at a rapid pace, she never let her anxiety reach the point where she was doing things wrong. She maintained her poise all the way, letting that tongue go to work on his hot rod.
"Come on and lick it," he exclaimed, "come on and work the tongue, baby, oh, work it, you can work it, baby, oh, I know you can, work that hot tongue, oh, work it around my rod, baby, oh, this rod is getting ready to explode, it's not far from there now, sweetheart, keep working the tongue."
Now she decided that it was time to work that tongue over the entire length of his cock, so she put the tongue to work on the base of his instrument.
As she expanded her movements, letting them proceed sweepingly over the course of his entire cock, he became overwhelmed to an even greater extent than he had before.
"Oh, oh, this is too much," he gasped. "You're just too much with this licking, baby. Come on and keep up those movements. Oh, darling, work that tongue around. Oh, baby, let that tongue slide. Oh, let it slide, I love it, oh, I love it, work that tongue around, baby, oh, it feels so good, it feels so good, oh, lick me, baby, oh, lick me, lick me, lick me, lick that hot penis of mine, oh, I know it's going to explode soon."
As for Helen, she was getting quite a lesson observing the beautiful job that Michel was turning in working her tongue up and down Arthur's hot rod.
She could see now that it was a two-way street. Not only could Arthur enhance her pleasures, she could do the same for him if she would learn how to lick his penis in the way that beautiful Michel was doing.
She recognized that, after this occasion, he would be expecting cock licking as a regular procedure. It would be something he would intend to receive as a regular matter of course, so she just might as well get used to it.
She had always been turned off of the thought of going down on a man, but as she observed how much fun Michel was having turning her tongue loose relentlessly on his hot penis, she recognized just what she had been missing. Perhaps she too had been something of a prude. She had blamed Arthur for being prudish, but the criticism appeared to cut both ways.
The licking now was reaching a fever pitch. As Michel would run her tongue all the way down his cock, she would then turn that tongue loose on his balls.
Back and forth she kept up that hot licking, the longer that that tongue went to work down there on his hot penis and his bulging balls, the closer he came to climaxing.
"Oh, I'm just about there, all it's going to take is a few more strokes," he said. "Keep on licking, darling, keep that tongue of yours working. Oh, I want you to keep it working now, baby, oh, keep it going, sweetheart, oh, I love it, oh, yes, keep that tongue going, keep licking my hard rod, oh, yes, oh, keep it up."
Now she realized she had arrived at the big moment that she had been waiting for.
Her fingers continued to gently massage his balls while her tongue kept on working fervently up and down the length of his entire spear.
"Oh, I'm there," he gulped.
At that point his body spasmed, and then the hot white stream of penis juice began to bolt voluminously out of the end of his rod and into her waiting mouth.
As for Michel, she was only too eager to gobble up every bit of that hot load.
"Eat it, baby, eat my cock juice," Arthur encouraged. "Come on, honey, eat it, oh, eat it raw, I'm fucking you in the mouth, oh, go after the hot juice, darling, oh, sweetheart, go after that juice, oh, that's great, oh, I'm itching all over, do I ever feel fantastic, oh, yes, you did a great job.""
She did not release her tongue from his penis until those final few droplets of hot white cum had burst out of the end of his rod and landed in her mouth.
Now it was Steve who decided that it was time to get back into action.
"Take a look at the size of this cock," he said to Helen. "It's hard, and it needs to come off right now."
"How interesting," Helen giggled, reaching out and tugging on it several times.
"That feels good."
"Good. I'm trying to get you even hotter."
"I'd like to shoot that cock of mine off inside your mound," he said.
"I'll spread my legs for you anytime, sweetheart."
Helen got down on her back, eagerly spreading her legs, then pointing toward her pussy.
"Okay, there it is," she giggled. "Come and get it, baby. I want you to fuck it. I want you to fuck this pussy of mine right now."
"Okay, get ready, dear, because that's exactly what I'm gonna do."
"Oh, honey, I need it, I really need your action."
"You're going to get it, sweetheart."
He shoved his hot penis forward, letting it slide inside her mound.
Helen was aquiver with excitement, and as he plunged that huge penis diligently inside her mound, Arthur watched with great interest.
Arthur was determined to develop just the kind of beautiful style that Steven had. He knew that, given a sufficient amount of time, he could be every bit as diligent a cocksman.
"Oh, fuck me, baby, oh, fuck me," Helen encouraged. "Keep slamming that rod of yours inside my mound. Oh, are you ever good, can you ever drive that thing in me, Oh, it feels so great, it feels so great to have you plunging that spear of yours around inside my mound."
Now that pecker of his was gliding fervently around her mound. She was shaking and quivering as he kept on stabbing ever zealously.
At first he went at a slow, methodical clip, but the longer he kept up those brilliant movements, the faster he went.
Now he was working toward a frenzied climax, driving that huge spear of his ever so zealously into her mound.
"Oh, fuck it, baby, oh, fuck it, drive that hot penis inside there, keep it working, oh, keep it working," she exclaimed. "Oh, you're a cocksman, baby, you really know how to turn a girl on. Keep that driving that rod of yours, darling, oh, keep it driving, keep it pounding relentlessly inside my mound."
Now he was slapping her buttocks ever so affectionately with the back of his hands as he kept on sending that cock surging spiritedly forward inside her mound.
"Drive that inside me," she gasped, "oh, drive it in there. Come on and work that penis of yours, honey, oh, work it in there. Oh, drive that rod, honey, drive it good, drive it hard, drive it fast, oh, I want it baby, I want your hot action. Come on and move that cock of yours around, oh, move it, I love it, oh, I love it, drive it in there, oh, yes, yes."
Back and forth he continued to brilliantly stab her inside her mound with that flaming rod of his.
Now he was nearing the point of climax. He knew that he had to kiss her.
He leaned his head forward and let his lips plunge against hers several times. Then he slipped his tongue inside her mouth.
Now those tongues were dancing eagerly against one another. As tongue clashed with tongue, he continue to pound that penis of his relentlessly inside her mound.
She was shaking all over with expectation, and knew that she would be orgasming. She recognized he too would be exploding, so it was just a question of which one of them shot first.
She quivered and shook as her juices exploded, and he could feel those juices shooting from her pussy as he kept on plunging that rapier-like spear of his ever deeper inside her mound.
His tongue continued to thrash against hers as he pushed that much closer to climax.
"Oh, I'm there, I'm there, I'm there," he gasped.
He removed his tongue from her mouth, then smiled. "Oh, I'm shooting, baby, oh, I'm shooting, oh, there goes the pecker juice, oh, that hot pecker juice, it's shooting out of the end of my rod. Oh, I love that, baby, I really do. Oh, this is great, so great, I just love it. I just love fucking with you."
The white juice shot in thick gobs out of the end of his penis and into her waiting mound.
It was a great fuck, and Helen was so happy that she had agreed to engaging in swapping.
She knew that both she and Arthur had profited greatly from the experience.
CHAPTER TEN
It was the following afternoon, and Arthur had just returned to the office after showing a house to a prospective buyer.
"How's it going, old buddy?" Steve said, as he hung up the telephone after talking to a prospective client.
"Oh, pretty good," Arthur nodded, sitting down at his desk.
"You think you've got a buyer on this one?"
"They keep fluctuating back and forth," Arthur said. "But I sure hope so."
"You have any more calls to go out on?"
"No, I'm through for the day."
"How about us going next door for a drink."
"That sounds pretty good," Arthur said.
"Just give me a second to get my things in order."
Arthur got up from the desk after putting his papers away, then walked with Steve toward the door.
Steve often frequented the cocktail bar next door, whereas Arthur only had been inside on a few brief occasions.
"So it looks like you're starting to loosen up a little, Arthur," Steve grinned as they sat down at the bar.
"Yeh, I think last night taught me a whole lot," Arthur admitted.
"Say, that wife of yours is really something."
"So is your wife."
"You know, Arthur. It really does me a world of good to see you loosening up a little. You were just working too hard here. That's all there is to it. I hate to see a guy drive himself that hard."
"I guess you've got a point. God knows Helen has been on me enough times for that same reason."
"She's concerned about you, that's why."
"Yes, you're right, she's quite a gal."
"That she is."
The bartender walked over and they ordered drinks.
After they had begun sipping their cocktails, the lovely red-haired cocktail waitress walked into view. She was wearing a bright red dress that matched the color of her hair beautifully. She had an illuminating figure, and Arthur couldn't help but notice how lovely she was.
"How's it going, Steve?" she asked with a smile.
"Hello there, Norma. What's the good word?"
"I haven't seen you in a few days."
"I've been a busy guy."
"How's the real estate business going?"
"Fine. Want to buy a house?"
"Not me," she laughed. "It's just me and my cat in my lovely apartment. It certainly serves the purpose."
"Okay, you know anybody who wants to buy a house?"
"I'll let you know if I locate any hot prospects."
Norma then looked over at Arthur. "Hello there, you look kind of familiar," she grinned.
"I've been in here a few times."
"Oh, sure. You've been in with Steve."
"That's right. I work with him."
"This guy is one hell of a crack salesman," Steve grinned, patting his friend on the shoulder.
"Don't listen to a thing that this guy says," Arthur smiled.
"No, he's leveling," Norma nodded. "You're a great real estate salesman. I can tell."
"How?" Arthur looked at her.
"You just look like the type."
At that point Norma walked away to wait on somebody at a table.
"She's an awful nice gal," Steve said.
"She certainly seems like it," Arthur readily concurred.
Steve finished his cocktail quickly, then raised his body upward from his chair.
"Why don't you let me buy the next round," Arthur said.
"How about that," Steve laughed. "You're really something. Usually I can hardly drag you in here. Now you want to. buy the next round."
"Well, you bought the first one."
"I'll tell you what. I'll take a rain check on that, chum."
"Why can't you have it with me right now?"
"The little woman is expecting her brother and sister-in-law. One of these dinner occasions, you know."
"I see. Well, don't keep her waiting."
"I won't. So I'll see you tomorrow, old pal."
"Take it easy now."
Arthur pressed the glass to his lips. He was planning on finishing his drink, then leaving.
But as he took the final few sips from the glass, he began to have second thoughts.
He looked over at the lovely cocktail waitress, who was sitting next to the service bar in a chair with her leg crossed as she smoked a cigarette.
She observed him looking in her direction, and smiled. The smile really enchanted him. He wondered what it would be like to get acquainted with this woman.
That swapping episode of the evening before had opened up a new dimension to him. Prior to getting involved with Michel, he had never even thought about having sex with another woman. But now the idea of at least getting acquainted with one attracted him. Oh, he thought, he probably wouldn't go all the way with this woman, and more than likely wouldn't have the chance even if he wanted it, but it might not be a bad idea all the same to make an attempt to get acquainted with her.
For that purpose he picked up his almost empty glass, walking over toward where she was sitting.
"Mind if I sit next to you," he smiled.
"No I don't."
"You looked a little lonely sitting there," he grinned, sitting down in the empty chair next to her.
"Oh, I'm just waiting for six o'clock to come."
"You get off then?"
"That's right. I only get to work days part of the week. The rest of the time I work nights. I'd rather work days."
"I don't blame you. Say, I was just getting ready to order a drink. Why don't I make it two?"
"I don't usually drink on the job."
"But isn't it close enough to six o'clock?"
Norma looked up at the clock above the bar. It showed that it was twenty minutes before six.
"You know, you've got a point there," she laughed, crushing her cigarette butt in an ash tray. "Okay, I'll have that drink with you."
"Fine. What are you drinking?"
"How about you?"
"I'm having a vodka tonic."
"That sounds fine to me. Why not just make it two."
"I'll do that."
Arthur confidently summoned the bartender, ordering a couple of drinks.
Once the drinks arrived, he looked at Norma and smiled. She quickly returned the smile, lifting her glass with her right hand.
"Here's to your health," she said.
"Thank you."
"By the way, what is your name?"
"Arthur. You can call me Art if you'd like."
"Okay, Art. I'm Norma."
"Real glad to know you, Norma."
"Same here."
They clinked glasses, after which Norma took a generous swig from her drink.
The longer that she sat and talked with Arthur, the more about herself she began to reveal.
"You know, I don't know whether to be happy or sad," she said. "About what?"
"About losing Sam, my boyfriend. We broke up just last week."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"I don't know if you ought to be sorry or not," she chuckled. "You see, like I say, I'm undecided. I go back and forth. I think about some of the great times he gave me, then I realize how unfaithful he was to me so many times. I mean, he'd tell me he was coming around at a certain hour and I'd be ready. I mean I'd have on a pink negligee and I'd be all ready for action. I'd take the shower, get myself all dolled up, apply just the right amount of makeup, then I'd be all ready for him. But the sonofabitch many times wouldn't come at all."
"He's got to be out of his mind to stand up a gorgeous gal like you."
"Thank you, honey," she laughed, reaching out and patting his arm affectionately. "I can see that we're going to get along just great."
"Of course we are," Arthur said, his cock beginning to harden noticeably.
"The thing that would get me, though, was that he apparently thought I was awfully stupid," Norma said sourly.
"What makes you say that?"
"Oh, he'd come up with some kind of stupid excuse for not being able to make it. But I knew what it was all along. He'd met some other broad. It was just that simple."
"What was he doing going around looking for other broads when he had somebody like you?" Arthur asked, feeling like a rank hypocrite in that he had his beautiful wife at home waiting for him.
"Oh, he liked to prove just how big a man he was. He couldn't prove it to himself unless he had lots of different chicks that he was making it with at any given time."
"I see. So he had a Don Juan complex about him."
"Yeah, I guess you'd have to say that," she shook her head. "Oh, he was such a pain that I'm probably just as well off without him. Hell, the guy didn't want to work. He never could get along with his boss. And it was always the bosses fault, mind you. He was a high school basketball star and I think being the big man on campus went to his head. I don't think he's ever been the same since. He likes to sponge off of women, and I got pretty tired of having him sponge off of me."
"I don't blame you."
"You're married, aren't you?"
"How did you know?"
"I knew because you just look like the type."
"Just like I look like one hell of a real estate salesman."
"When you deal with as many people as I do, you get to be pretty good at sizing them up. You are married, aren't you?"
"Yes I am."
"See, I told you so."
"You're a pretty sharp girl."
"You're a pretty nice guy."
"I'm glad you got away from this guy that you were going with. I think you deserve a lot better than him."
"You know what I think. I agree with you," she chuckled. "I'm no longer kicking the question around in my mind. I thought maybe I was wrong for breaking up with him, but now I don't think so. You helped convince me."
"Glad I could help."
"But you know, the one thing that really gets me was that this guy was great in bed. You get him inside the sheets and he's fantastic. As a matter-of-fact, I think that's how he gets by. He's always living with some chick, and he's able to make the scene with them because of the fact that he's good in bed."
"That's probably it."
"You know, I really feel funny being in stir. Oh, I've had lots of offers from guys around here, but most of the guys who come in here are creeps. I can't stand the sight of them. It's refreshing to get to talk to somebody like you. Steve's a good guy too, and I could go for somebody like him. But I guess he's not the kind who is going to cheat on his wife."
"No, I guess not," Arthur said.
"Listen, honey. It's six o'clock and I guess I'd better be going."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Arthur was disappointed at hearing Norma reveal that it was time for her to leave.
Of course, he had not expected to have any kind of lasting relationship with her. He had just enjoyed talking to her, and he didn't really expect things to go beyond that.
Norma suddenly looked at Arthur, asking:
"Where do you live, honey?"
"Several miles from here."
"I live just a few blocks from here. You've got your car?"
"Yes I do."
"I walk to work. My car is tied up in the garage for awhile. Besides, I don't live far from here so I don't mind walking now and then."
"Look, can I give you a ride home?" Arthur asked eagerly.
"I was hoping you'd suggest that," she chuckled. "I mean, I didn't want to put the words in your mouth or anything."
"Think nothing of it. I'd love to drive you home."
"You're a perfect dear," she smiled.
They walked out into the parking lot, getting into Arthur's Cadillac. As he held the door open for Norma, she exclaimed:
"Say, you've really arrived. A Cadillac no less."
"I like traveling in style."
"This bears what I said before," she laughed.
"About what?"
"About you being a successful real estate salesman."
"Maybe I'm not that successful. Maybe I just spent everything that I made on the car."
"No, you'd have to be successful. With the energy crisis here, baby, you'd have to be successful just to be able to keep up with the gas expenses."
"I guess you've got me there," he laughed, closing the door.
Arthur was feeling good all over as he got into the car and drove away. There was a feeling of adventure permeating his very inner being. He knew that he was with an exciting young woman, and it was doing his ego a world of good to know that he could attract somebody like her. Up until that time he hadn't thought of doing anything like that. He had been content to carry on his marital relationship with Helen, without any other attachments surfacing on the scene.
But that swap fest with Steve and Michel had turned things around for him. Now there was a spirit of adventure operating within him that had not been there before. Or, if it had been there, he had kept it very well hidden.
"It's this street down here," she pointed to a residential street.
He turned down a residential street, then made another turn, which took them into an apartment area.
"It's the blue apartment house over there," she pointed.
He stopped the car at the curb and they got out.
She took him to her first floor apartment which was situated toward the rear of the building.
She got the key out of her purse and opened the door, entering first, then holding the door open for him.
"Thank you," he smiled.
"What can I get you to drink?"
"What have you got?"
"I've got Scotch and Vodka. I was going to have a Screwdriver."
"That sounds beautiful. I'll join you in that pursuit."
"Okay, honey. Just relax and make yourself at home. I'll fix the drinks."
When Norma returned to the living room, holding a Screwdriver in each hand, she had a sensuous little smile on her lips.
He got the feeling from that smile that she definitely meant business, romantic business at that.
As she sat down next to him on the sofa, the smile broadened all the more.
"You know, you're trying to act like a swinger, but you're a married man and it's written all over you," she laughed.
"What makes you say that?"
"It's just your demeanor, baby, your operating style."
"I just don't understand you. There is a communications gap here."
"Like I said before. I see so many people all the time. I'm an expert at studying and evaluating them. Some married guys are used to cheating on their wives all the time. They're the kind of guys that you can't tell if they're married or not, unless they tell you. But sometimes they brag about it. Sometimes they come right out and flaunt it, letting you know just how successful they are as super-studs."
"But I don't fall into that category."
"You certainly don't," Norma chuckled, taking a sip from her drink. "But, mind you, that isn't saying anything against you. As a matter-of-fact, if I'm going to have an affair with a married man, I'd prefer it to be somebody more on your order than that of the blustery blow-hard who likes to flaunt the fact that he's married and is carrying on indiscreetly."
"I think I know why."
"Of course. I figure I've got a lot less chance of being dragged into some kind of a marital triangle that might wind up in a divorce court with me having to sit there to testify. The closest I want to get to a courtroom is watching Perry Mason on television."
"Same here, honey," he concurred with a nod.
"So I generally try and stay away from the blustery blow-hards that are flaunting their marital indiscretions. Oh, that isn't to say that I don't have an affair with one every now and then. If the guy is really groovy looking and I might dig him in a number of other ways, then sometimes I'm willing to take the chance. But generally I'm not. Generally I shy away. But take a guy like you. You're very conservative. Everything about you indicates that."
"What makes you say that?" he asked curiously.
"It's very simple. For one thing, the way you dress."
"That goes with my work. There's a certain amount of dignity expected."
"Oh, I certainly understand that," she said. "But then that goes along with the image. I don't know. Maybe you were completely a different kind of guy before you got into this work, and had to subordinate yourself to it. But I don't think so. I think that that was your basic inner nature. I don't get the feeling you've been fighting it at all."
"No, I'll give you that. You're right."
"That's what I thought."
"You sure are hung up on psychology," he laughed.
"I've dabbled in it," she said. "As I said before, in my line of work if you've got any kind of intuition at all, you get to where you can peg people pretty easily. On top of that, I have taken a little psychology."
"You have?"
"Yes, I have."
"I'm not all that surprised."
"I don't suppose that you would be. But I'll tell you this. I like a guy like you. You're a real challenge. You're not the kind of guy who goes out and has a lot of affairs with other women."
"So that shows too."
"That's right. I think you're a pretty dedicated man. And you do love your wife, don't you?"
"Yes I do."
"But you don't need to worry. If I'm attracted enough to you to want to have sex with you, I wouldn't hold that against you. If anything, I would admire you all the more for it. You see, I'm a divorcee, and I don't want any romantic complications. Right now if I want to hop into bed with a guy, it's because I dig him and I don't wart any complications. I just want to have fun. That divorce is too close to the surface now. I mean, it really hurt, baby, it hurt one hell of a lot."
"I've never been divorced, but a lot of my best friends have been. They mostly said about what you said."
"Certainly. It hurts a great deal. So right now I'm the kind of girl who likes some sex every now and then to keep from getting overly horny. I take my sex as I find it, and that's the way it is. As I said before, I want to avoid a lot of complications. I'm sure if I decided to have an affair with you, there wouldn't be complications, would there?"
"You could count on it."
"On the complications?"
"No, on what you said."
"That's good. But mind you, just because I'm talking bluntly with you doesn't mean that I'm going to climb in bed with you."
"I understand that."
"And just because I'm inviting you into the living room for a drink doesn't mean that either."
"No, it doesn't necessarily."
"It means that I like you well enough to want to get acquainted with you on a conversational basis. And I wouldn't be cutting loose and talking about all that I'm doing if I didn't kind of like you. But right now I like you as a person. I don't know yet how I'd like you as a lover."
"You are a very unique girl."
"So I've been told," she threw her head back and laughed. "What are your reasons for saying that?"
"The way you come right out with everything. I mean, most people I deal with are a little more devious than that."
"I know. Deviousness seems to be the wave of humanity. Well, I don't dig it. I fight trends when I think they're wrong. I'm not one who goes along with the crowd simply for the sake of going along with it."
"I can certainly tell that you're not."
"You're damned right."
She lifted the glass to her lips, finishing the contents of it.
"I can use another drink," she said, climbing quickly to her feet. "How about you?"
"Okay, give me another five seconds."
With that Arthur raised the glass to his lips, gulping down the remaining contents of the glass.
"Another Screwdriver?"
"Sure, why switch now."
"That's right. Why should we?" she chuckled.
As Arthur sat pensively on the sofa waiting for her to return with the second round of drinks, he began to feel more attracted to lovely Norma than ever.
He liked the fact that she was a very sharp young woman, and that she was a square shooter as well. She had told him precisely what she was thinking, and that was indeed a rarity, as far as Arthur was concerned.
She returned with a second round of drinks. He noticed that this time as she sat next to him on the sofa, she sat a little closer to him than she had before. He wondered just how good a sign that was. Was he just a horny guy searching for anything that appeared to be a good omen? Or was he accurate in ascertaining that just maybe she was getting more turned on with him?
"Here's to you, honey," she said, raising the glass.
"Yeah, to your health."
They took long sips from their glasses, then looked at each other with appraising smiles.
Even though she was very candid, Arthur still realized that the basic elements of the chess game that inevitably takes place between men and women meeting for the first time, was very much in effect.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The longer that Arthur and Norma talked, the more friendly the smile that began to surface on her lips.
"You really are a very interesting guy, Arthur," she exclaimed. "As a matter-of-fact, if I'm ever in the need for a house, I know just the man to call on."
"I thank you."
"You're welcome."
"For both your drinks and your wonderful conversation."
Now Norma was snuggling even closer to him.
"If I like a man, he doesn't have to make passes at me," she laughed. "I'll let him know I dig him."
She reached out with her right hand ran it smoothly over his face.
"Oh, honey, do I ever love the way you're touching me," Arthur said.
Arthur then reached over and ran his fingers soothingly through Norma's hair.
"I like that," she said. "I like what you're doing to me, baby."
A few moments later they were easing their bodies forward. Their lips met in mid-air.
The first kiss was a soft, very tender one. But its immediate successor contained a great deal more impact.
The impact of that second kiss practically took Arthur's breath away. His entire body froze as his lips remained pressed ever so firmly against those of Norma.
While the lips remained pressed, Arthur reached out and ran his fingers up and down Norma's back.
He loved the way that she was put together, and now his penis was becoming more agitated than ever.
He was as hard as he could possibly get, and he knew that once he had the opportunity to make love to this beautiful woman, that it would be a great experience for both of them.
Now Arthur was overcome with devastating passion. His heart was pounding eagerly, and now he was slipping that tongue of his forward.
He wanted the tongue to enter inside her mouth. He wanted to savor the delightful sensations attached to letting his tongue plunge and slide ever so fervently and eagerly against hers.
"Oh, are you going to French me, darling?" she asked.
"You're damned right I am."
"Go right ahead."
"You're a candid girl, right down to the very end."
"You're damned right I am."
"Oh, honey, you're really something."
"Oh yes."
Back and forth he began to twist that tongue as he slipped it inside her mouth.
With devastating precision he drove the tongue at a fervent clip. At first he started out at a fairly slow pace, letting the tempo develop between the two of them.
But now the passions were building and the tongue was wrapping itself ever so eagerly around her tongue.
He ran his fingers through her hair as tongue collided eagerly with tongue.
Now he was becoming so aroused that he knew he had to get her into the bedroom.
He released his tongue from her mouth.
"Why did you stop?" she asked with a tone of disappointment.
"Because I want to go on to something else."
"What is that something else that you want to go on to?"
"I want to go into the bedroom and undress you."
"That sounds pretty good."
"I figured you'd like it."
"Oh, honey, you'd better believe that I like it."
"Okay, darling, then what are we waiting for?"
"Not a damned thing."
As they both got up from the sofa, Arthur reached out with his left hand and patted her on the right ass cheek.
"Hey, you really are getting bold," she chuckled.
"Your spirited, candid way of acting is having its impact I guess."
"You'll never be the same, real estate salesman."
"Maybe not. But what a way to go."
"Yes, there's only one way to go, and that's horizontally."
"That's a terrific motto."
"It served me well for a long time."
"I guess so. You're a very healthy looking girl."
"Oh yes, give me my share of beautiful sex and I'm gonna be very healthy."
"I can believe that."
They walked together into the bedroom. She looked down at his trousers, observing the huge bulge.
"Hey, you really look good down there," she said, "It looks like you've got just the right kind of equipment to please me, baby."
"I couldn't be more ready."
"I can tell."
Now they entered the darkened bedroom. He reached out and kissed her one more time prior to undressing her.
Arthur exuded the sparkle of a young boy as he began to remove his clothes.
He liked the fact that this lovely young cocktail waitress, a person he had met just a short time ago, was that turned on with him. It enhanced his confidence a great deal, and as his confidence exhilarated, so did the size of his cock and the intensity with which he was feeling for Norma.
As he undressed, he observed climbing out of her clothes.
When he observed her beautiful body in her panties and bra, he couldn't help but get extremely excited. He felt tremendous pangs of exhilaration down there between his legs, so much so that he almost exploded on the spot.
"Oh, I love those legs, I love those tits, I love the way you're put together," he said.
"I've been told that before."
"Sure, you're beautiful and you know it."
"That's right, darling."
He jumped out of his shorts, looking down at his huge instrument.
"This penis has never been more ready," he grinned.
"Yes, honey, it looks very good. I'd love to touch it for you."
"I'd love to give you that opportunity."
"Then come over here. As a matter-of-fact, I'll throw in an added bonus. I'll give you the opportunity to take off my panties and bra."
"That sounds great."
"I thought you'd find that enticing."
"Oh yes, darling. I can't help but get turned on by that."
He walked over toward her and threw his arms around her.
He kissed her lips several times, then released them from her.
He reached behind her, grabbing ahold of her white panties, clutching her buttocks ever so eagerly.
"Damned but you're nice and firm down there," he said.
"Oh yes, baby. I do my exercising. I want to keep this cute butt."
"I'll bet you do," he smiled. "For very good reasons. Guys like me get turned on by it."
"Certainly, my darling."
While he stroked her panties, he let his tongue slide inside her mouth.
Back and forth those tongues slid passionately. He stepped up the tempo immediately, allowing tongue to splash against tongue with rapier excitement.
He was using that tongue skillfully, working at it a speedy, brilliant clip, as he kept up those fascinating movements.
He finally released his tongue from her mouth, then looked at her trembling body.
"I can tell just how excited you're getting from the way that that body is trembling," he said.
"I'm warmed up, baby, really warmed up."
"You certainly are, dear. I really like the looks of things between the two of us. I like the way that we jell together!"
"I know, that's absolutely great."
"We make quite a team."
"I know, baby. We really do."
Now he was reaching behind her and undoing that bra. He let it drop to the floor, then leaned forward and kissed her left breast.
"That's a very sweet gesture," she smiled. "You're really something, baby, I really like what you're doing to me. You're great, honey, you're fantastic. You're a wonderful lover.
I know that once that penis of yours starts plunging around in me, whether it's in my mouth or my vagina, I'm really going to get turned on. "
"Of course you are. We're both going to."
"I like the size of that penis of yours."
"There's nothing stopping you from playing with it, you know."
"I don't suppose there is."
"So go right ahead."
"Play with it?"
"Of course."
"I guess I will."
She reached out with her right hand and began to let it tug up and down the length of that entire spear.
"Oh, that's good, oh, I love that," he said. "You're really good. Those fingers of yours are working like magic over my cock, darling. I love what you're doing. Oh, I think that's great, absolutely great. You're fantastic, baby."
The longer that she kept up that stroking, the more desirous he became of removing her panties.
Now his fingers closed in on the elastic which held them together. She slid her body downward, lying on her back in the middle of the bed. From there it was easy for him to remove her panties.
"Come on, honey, take them off," she exclaimed. "Take those panties off, darling, I need some brisk action. Come on, darling, I really need the action. Oh, I'm so turned on, darling, I'm so turned on."
"Just brace yourself, baby."
"Oh, I'm bracing."
"I know you are," he chuckled. "Yes, I know you are. I'm bracing and you're bracing. We're both ready for some nice hot action."
"I've never been any readier for anybody, honey. You know, maybe you're a real estate salesman, and maybe you come across as being very conservative, but once you let yourself go, sweetheart, then you throw caution to the winds. That's great, I really love that, oh, do I ever love it."
Now those fingers of hers were working more diligently than ever over his long penis. Every now and then her fingertips would grab ahold of his testicles, which she would play with.
He was so excited that he could hardly wait to remove her panties.
His fingers went to work with sheer intensity, pulling downward on the silky panties.
"Take them off, darling, take them off fast," she said.
"You sound very impatient."
"I am, darling. Very impatient. I need some sex action, oh, do I ever need it."
"I think we're both creatures of necessity at this point."
"I know. I'm about to explode."
"That makes two of us."
He slid the panties off of, then looked at her mound.
"I wish you'd finger it," she said. "I like that kind of action too. Remember, I'm turning you on with those finger movements on your penis."
"I know you are."
"Get to work, baby."
"I want to kiss that mound."
"Okay, I won't protest."
"I didn't think you would."
"Go down there and kiss it, baby. Kiss that pussy of mine. Oh, I will really love that. Go down there and kiss my hot mound."
"I'll just bet it's hot."
"It's blazing, baby. It's absolutely blazing."
He leaned forward and let his lips come to rest on her vagina.
He kissed it several times in rapid succession, causing her body to quiver with great enthusiasm.
"Oh, does that ever make me itch all over," she exclaimed. "I love what you're doing, baby, that's just fantastic. Come on and keep those lips there, baby. Ah, that's great, so great. I love that, oh, I love it. I love what you're doing, darling, you did come up with a great idea. Oh, I'm itching all over."
He removed his lips from her mound, then put the fingers of his right hand to work on it.
"Oh, now we're matching each stroke for stroke," she said excitedly, throwing her head back and laughing with exhilaration. "Keep the fingers in my pussy, baby. I really love what you're doing. Ah, honey, all I've got to do is show you the way and you're all set."
"That's right, sweetheart."
"Oh, this is great."
Now they were matching each other on a stroke for stroke basis in the fingering department. The longer that they kept it up, the greater the degree of excitement that began to flow within both of them.
Now that itch was becoming unbearable, the one between Arthur's legs. Every time she would reach out and touch those testicles of his, his body twisted and squirmed into dramatic response thereto.
"Oh, I love that, I love those finger movements," Arthur exclaimed. "Just keep them going."
"And you keep the fingers going over my mound."
"Don't you worry about that," he chuckled.
"I'm not about to stop, baby. I'm not about to stop, that is until you get so hot that you're gonna want me to go down on that mound of yours."
"Are you a good lunch man?"
"I think I am. My wife was complaining about it a little, but I took a few lessons. I'll give you a chance to evaluate my performance."
"I'm sure it will be a good one."
"I sure hope so."
"You don't need to worry about a damned thing, honey. You're quite a stud. I can tell, honey, just keep up this hot action. Keep it up, baby, you're really some kind of man."
"I like receiving that kind of attention."
"What, my finger movements around your penis?"
"Yes."
"That's the only way to fly. We're letting ourselves go, honey, we're fucking the way we want to fuck. And we don't give a fuck what anybody else thinks about it."
"That's right," he chuckled, "with the exception of my wife, of course."
"Of course, but she's not going to find out."
"No. Never."
Now that friction was exhilarating at a tremendous clip as both of them let their fingers continue to go to work on each other.
While he was maneuvering his fingertips ever so fervently over her hot mound, she was working her fingers up and down the length of his entire spear.
"Oh, that pussy of mine feels like it's going to explode any second," she exclaimed. "Those finger movements of yours are just too much, baby, you're just too much. You're really giving me a lot of excitement."
"You're an exciting woman. It's impossible to be anything but excited by you."
"I love that, I love that kind of a compliment," she chuckled. "Come on, keep the fingers stroking just a little bit longer. Then I'm going to need for you to go down on that mound of mine."
"Don't Worry. I'm only too happy to oblige."
"Good, very good. I like the spirit of comradeship that is passing between us."
Now the fingers were working ever more diligently as Arthur realized just how much closer he was to driving her toward orgasm.
It would be a great feather in his cap to go down on her and get her enthused, then to collect her pussy juices.
He was thinking about how Helen had complained about his pussy licking efforts. Well, he would do such a great job on Norma's mound that she would have nothing whatsoever to complain about.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"I want you to give me directions. Just control the action, baby, let me know the tempo you want me to maintain."
"Okay, sweetheart."
Now he lowered his head. The feeling of exhilaration flooded him as his tongue positioned itself near her mound.
"Come on, darling, eat it, eat my hot mound," she said. "Turn that tongue loose, baby, turn it loose. I want it, oh, I want that action. I want you to eat out my pussy lining."
Now he let his tongue go to work on the outer fringes of her mound. He was deliberately keeping things at a controlled pace. He did not want to get things started on too exciting a keel.
He recalled how Helen had criticized him for working his tongue around too fast on her box. She had wanted a slower pace, a methodical one which allowed her to get excited on a gradual level.
"Come on, honey, work that tongue around," she said. "Work it nice and slow. Oh, that's it. Now you're giving that love pit of mine a little exercise. You're working the tongue around in a nice slow clip. Oh, darling, do I ever enjoy what you're doing to me. That's it, honey, keep it nice and slow. Oh, yes, that's it. You're doing it just right. Keep that pace that you're maintaining right now. I'll tell you when I want you to speed it up, but for now I want you to keep it just like it is. Oh, whee, I like this, you're doing a great job, baby, you're really massaging that pussy of mine with that hot tongue of yours. Just keep on working it around, sweetheart, keep on working it just the way you are now."
Those words constituted music to Arthur's ears. He was overjoyed at the prospect of getting just the right kind of action. As he kept on slipping that tongue over her moist mound, he could see the confidence developing within himself.
It had made him feel bad to know that he hadn't pleased Helen when he had licked her mound that evening after they had attended the sex movie. But now things were moving forward at a brisk pace. He had performed in wild sex with Michel, and now he was going through the paces with lovely Norma.
"Come on and eat my mound," Norma said. "Come on and turn that tongue loose, sweetheart. Oh, do I ever love that. Do I ever love the action you're giving me. Keep the tongue moving, sweetheart, oh, keep it moving. Keep that tongue working. Oh, what tongue action, keep the tongue working over my mound. Oh, how nice, oh, very nice, keep that tongue going. Ah, work it, work the hot tongue, work it a little faster now, baby. That's it, now you can speed it up a little. Oh, you know just how to turn me on, sweetheart. All I've got to do is say the word and then that tongue of yours is going to work."
As his tongue continued to manipulate ever so eagerly around her mound, developing intensity and speed as he proceeded, he worked his fingers around her hot asscheeks.
"Oh, now you've got your fingers on my cute butt," she laughed. "It's a good butt, isn't it, baby? Sure it is. Lots of men have liked to play with me there. You can play with me there too. Oh, squeeze it, squeeze that nice, warm, firm flesh. Come on and work those fingers around, darling. Oh, I like that, oh, I love it, keep that tongue of yours working, keep those fingers working, oh, keep it all going, let it all hang out, baby, let the tongue work, let the fingers work, oh, do I like what you're doing to me, do I ever like the action you're supplying me, just keep it up, don't let up for one second."
He was paying heed to every word that she was saying. He knew that she was excited over every stroke that he was supplying, and that made his efforts all the more worthwhile.
"Oh, the pussy juice is about to shoot, darling," she exclaimed. "Keep that tongue working, baby, oh, I love the way you've got it working. Keep it moving, honey, keep it moving. Oh, can you ever instill passions within me with that licking of yours. Keep the tongue working, keep on working it around there, baby, oh, that's it. Faster, baby, I want you to work it as fast as you can. Let's get it up to top speed, baby, work that tongue around. Oh, work it, work it good. Slide that tongue, darling, oh, slide it, work the tongue around."
Now he was so eager to receive her load that he could hardly stand it. He let his fingers work ever so eagerly around her asscheeks while that tongue let loose inside her mound.
"Just a few more strokes, baby, work that tongue around," she said. "Oh, this is fun, this is great fun, I'm going to shoot my pussy juice into your mouth. Oh, am I ever going to unload inside you. Keep on licking me, darling, keep up that hot tongue action."
Several strokes later she was unable to withstand any more of his hot licking.
"Oh, I'm there, I'm there, I'm there," she exclaimed.
She grabbed ahold of his shoulders, hanging onto them firmly while the pussy juice shot out of her mound and into his waiting mouth.
He released his tongue from her mound. "I hope that that was a satisfactory lick," he said.
"It was a winner, baby. A jackpot winner."
"That's good. I'm glad you liked it."
"I liked it so much I want some more."
"When do you want some more?"
"I want it right now."
"You really are eager, aren't you?"
"Yes I am. Please get that tongue of yours to work again."
"Okay, I'll get it moving right now."
"Great, baby, I want you to tongue me. I want you to tongue that hot mound of mine a second time. This time I want you to start out fast. I want you to play with my butt again. I really like it when you move those fingers around my asscheeks."
"I am most pleased to give you that kind of action."
"We really make quite a team."
"I guess we do."
"Okay, darling. You can turn that tongue loose a second time. I feel another explosion coming on."
"I'll bet you do."
He lowered his head and allowed that tongue of his to go to work ever so fervently once more inside her mound.
He kept up the same kind of hot pace that he had been putting forth inside her mound earlier. And she enjoyed the licking every bit as much as she had enjoyed it before.
"Keep turning the tongue loose, baby, oh, I like what you're doing," she exclaimed. "Work the tongue, baby, work it to perfection. I want you to move it around zealously, I want you to slide it around my hot mound. You're great, baby, you're absolutely great with that tongue. You're uninhibited, and I dig guys who are that way. You throw caution to the winds, then put that hot tongue to work. This is what I really call licking, a first class tongue job. Keep up the tonguing, baby, keep it up until I explode. Work that tongue around, darling, I want you to work it. Oh, that's it, move that tongue. Come on, baby, I like it. Oh, do I ever like it."
Now he was working at top speed, providing her with every bit of satisfaction as he stroked that hot tongue.
"Come on, baby, tongue me, oh, tongue me," she gasped. "Oh, this is great, I love just lying back here, spreading my legs, and letting you do the rest of the work. Pinch those asscheeks, darling, I want you to pinch them. Oh, that's it, that's what I call good action. Pinch the asscheeks, darling, oh, what great action. I love those fingers, I like the way you put them to work on my asscheeks."
Several exhilarating moments later the juice spurted out of her mound a second time.
"Oh, I'm climaxing again, darling, oh, this is great," she gasped. "Come on and eat it, darling, eat all the juice. Oh, I want it, oh, I want that juice. Go after it, darling, oh, go get it, honey, go get it, I want you to have it, I want you to have my juices."
He ate every drop of her pussy liquid, then released his tongue from her mound.
"Boy, that cock of mine is sure hard now."
"I'll bet it's all ready to go to work inside my mound, isn't it?"
"Yes it is."
"Okay, I'd love to have you drive it inside there."
"I'll bet you've got a tight little mound there."
"I sure do. Since you've had your tongue inside my pussy, you might just as well slip your cock into it."
"I might as well. I bet I really enjoy it."
"I doubt that you'll have any complaints."
"I doubt that very much."
"I'll bet you really know how to drive that cock of yours," she said, reaching out and tugging affectionately at his cock several times with her right hand.
"Yes, I certainly do. You're gonna enjoy it, baby, I'm going to see to that. I'm gonna really plunge that penis into you."
"Oh, it's like a hot dagger. It's just waiting there, ready to go to work inside my mound."
"That's right. It sure is."
Now he leaned forward, letting that cock of his slide inside her mound.
Back and forth he was plunging that penis of his into her, enjoying the relentless strokes which he supplied for her with his organ.
"Oh, that's good," she said. "I like the penetration. You're doing a beautiful job."
"Just keep flipping those hips of yours around, baby," Arthur implored. "I like the way you're moving them around to meet my cock efforts. Just keep that up, honey, and we can't help but have a successful fuck."
"I'll go along with that, baby. It's going to be a real successful one. I like the way you're plunging that thing into me."
"Oh yes."
Now his fingers were working their way around her breasts. And as they did so he kept up his fervent cock strokes, moving that penis of his back and forth inside her mound.
Now he was shoving that penis in all the way, driving it fervently inside her mound.
"Oh, yes, drive it in there," she exclaimed. "Keep on pushing that rod in there, baby. You're really giving me some fantastic action. Oh, do I ever love it, are you ever doing a great job. Just keep on plunging inside there, honey, and you can't go wrong. Just keep on driving that penis inside me."
While the penis was fervently stabbing in and out of her mound, Arthur kept on playing with her breasts.
He enjoyed the stroking movements that he supplied with his fingers against her lovely boobs. And the longer he kept it up, the more eagerly disposed he was toward driving that hard penis of his deep inside her mound.
"Oh, I want it, I want it," she exclaimed. "Keep on driving that thing inside my mound. Ah, I really like what you're doing to me, baby. I'm just about ready to explode again. And I'll bet you're not far away from an explosion of your own."
"No I'm not," he nodded. "I'm driving this thing in as far as it will go now. I'm plunging it into your pussy as deeply as it will go."
"Oh yes, I love that," she nodded. "Keep on driving that thing in there, baby. Oh, you're fantastic, darling, you're a great cocksman, you're really good at moving that thing around. Keep on stabbing, darling, oh, I want you to keep stabbing."
"I will stab, baby, I'm not about to stop now," he exclaimed. "Ah, what tightness. Oh, what a tight mound you've got. I really love plunging this thing inside you."
"Keep driving it, baby. Keep driving it good and hard."
"Oh, how tight, how nice, what a screw you are," he said. "Oh, I'm going to keep it up, I'm going to keep on plunging, I'm going to keep on driving that penis inside you until I explode. Oh, I hope we can explode together. I hope we can have a simultaneous orgasm, baby, that will be wonderful, oh, will that ever be wonderful."
Those fingers of his were now moving from her buttocks to her legs. He squeezed her legs ever so gingerly as he kept on driving that dagger-like rod of his deeply and intensely inside her mound.
"Oh, keep plunging, keep screwing, oh, baby, keep driving it into me," she gasped. "I'm just about ready, darling, oh, I'm just about ready to explode. Ah, oh, yes, I'm going, baby, oh, I'm going, it's such a wonderful feeling, oh, I feel so liberated, so great, oh, yes, I feel so wonderful."
"Hang in there, sweetheart, because I'm exploding too," he gasped. "Ah, there it goes, I'm shooting now. Oh, I think I'll french with you while the hot white juice is shooting out of the end of my stick."
As the orgasmic liquid was spurting out of the end of his rod, Arthur leaned forward and allowed that hot red tongue of his to move inside her mouth.
Back and forth those tongues meshed, enjoying the excitement that they were generating for each other.
His whole body was trembling as the profuse white liquid continued to spurt out of the end of his long penis.
He then collapsed next to her on the bed. He was a little out of breath, but aside from that he felt fine. And he was overjoyed over the reception that he was receiving as a result of his efforts.
"You can come to my house and fuck me anytime," she laughed, leaning over and kissing his cheek.
"That's the kind of reception that I hoped I would get."
"Baby, there's no other kind of reception that I can give you when you put out like that. That's really what I call a great screw."
"Well, I happen to have had a great gal to screw with. That's what made the thing so worth while."
"You know, you're very sweet."
"I really dug this whole action."
"That makes two of us."
They lay next to each other for several moments, kissing and thanking one another for putting forth such great efforts.
Then suddenly Arthur rose to his feet, walking over toward where he had tossed his clothes.
"I guess I'd better get going now," he yawned.
"What's your hurry?"
"The hurry stems from the fact that my wife will be chewing the hell out of me if I don't get home."
"Oh yes, that's right. You are a married man. How can I ever forget."
"I sure wish I could stay here longer."
"I wouldn't mind you staying here forever, if you can keep on screwing me like you just did," she chuckled.
"I feel the same way about you."
She watched him put on his clothes. He walked over toward her and planted one last kiss on her lips.
"When am I going to see you again?" she asked.
"I don't know," he shrugged. "I'll be in the bar every now and then. You can be sure of that. The only reason I can't promise you about making it frequently is that I am married."
"I understand that."
"And not a word of this to my friend, Steve," Arthur cautioned. "He's a good friend, but I still don't want him to know about us having sex."
"I understand," she nodded. "I won't say a word."
"Thank you, honey."
"You can always trust me."
"I'm sure that I can."
"Take it easy now, darling."
"You do the same."
"Always. And thanks for dropping by."
"Don't mention it. I couldn't have had more fun."
"That's good. That's the way I like to hear a man talk when he leaves my bedroom."
He waved to her at the door, smiling. Then he left the house, Arthur felt like a million dollars as he got into his car and drove home.
Helen was a little astonished at him arriving home that late.
"What happened to you?" she asked.
"You know, a prospective buyer dropped into the office at the last minute. I just didn't have a chance to call you," he thought up a quick lie.
"That's odd. I called Steve's house and he was there. He said he'd had a drink with you, then left."
Arthur hesitated momentarily, then replied:
"Yes, that's right. I did have a drink with him. Just as I left the bar after a second drink that I'd had, I saw this couple trying to get into the office. They were knocking on the door, and I just happened to see them. I took them out to look at a place."
"Oh, I see. Well, have you had dinner?"
"No I haven't."
"I haven't gotten any."
"How'd you like to go out?"
"I was hoping you'd mention that," she smiled.
"How does Chinese food sound?"
"It sounds great."
"Then let's go."
He heaved a sigh of relief. Apparently he had gotten off the hook.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was three days following Arthur's triumph with Norma.
He was in a good mood, and had just sealed a sale in the morning.
Now he was back in the office after a leisurely lunch, in which he had consumed two martinis along with his steak sandwich.
Now that Arthur was beginning to achieve in sex in ways that he had never before dreamed possible, he was developing a more relaxed attitude about life.
He was still achieving to a tremendous extent in his real estate work. But in addition to those achievements, he was feeling a certain relaxation and satisfaction in knowing just how well he was able to fare sexually.
The conquest of Norman had definitely implanted a feather in his cap, of which he was highly proud.
Now he was back in the office, and as he sat down behind his desk, he observed a lovely brunette clad in a purple pants suit sauntering into the office.
She walked past Steve and another salesman, moving toward his desk.
"Good afternoon," she nodded, smiling.
Arthur jumped to his feet.
"Hello there. May I help you?"
As Arthur scrutinized the brunette's lovely face, he thought that he recognized her. But he was having a good deal of difficulty placing just when and where he had seen her.
"Thank you," she said, sitting down.
She was so attractive that Arthur immediately became erect. He could feel his hard penis dangling in his shorts as he sat there talking to the woman.
"I'm looking for a home," she said. "My husband died a few months ago, and we were living in a luxury apartment. Now I think I'd like to live in a home. I've been living in nice apartments just about all my life. I lived in New York for a number of years. But now I'm really looking forward to buying a nice suburban home with a good view."
"I'm sorry about your husband. But I definitely think that I can find something that will interest you a great deal."
"Very good," she smiled charmingly.
"By the way, I'm Arthur Halbert," he introduced himself with a smile.
"So glad to know you, Mr. Halbert."
"Please make that Arthur."
"Alright, then it's Arthur. My name is Shirley Bond. And I do hope you'll call me Shirley."
The moment that the lovely brunette mentioned her name a bell rang in Arthur's head.
He immediately recalled who Shirley Bond was. She had at one time been one of his favorite television actresses, and he had seen her in a good many movies as well.
He always recalled her as playing the sophisticated sex symbol. And now that he had an opportunity to view her in the flesh, her image appeared to completely coincide with reality.
In fact, he thought, if anything she looked even better in person than she had on the screen and television.
"Of course, Shirley," he smiled. "I knew that I recognized you from somewhere. I was one of your biggest fans on your TV show."
"Oh, aren't you a charming young man."
"Thank you. Yes, I loved that show. I was certainly sorry to see it go off. Just why did it go off? Just about everybody that I knew watched it."
"I tired of it, my dear. I had always longed to play a lead on the New York stage, and after the third season of my television show ended, I had an opportunity to play a part that I found very challenging. Even though I could have made more money continuing on television, and it probably would have been the safer course of action to take, I chose the play instead. Unfortunately the play didn't do as well as I thought it would."
"Gosh, I'm sorry to hear that."
"Such are the fates of life," she shrugged. "But my husband was a very wealthy man, and money was really never any problem. He was a very wealthy producer, and I was more inclined to just take roles that I wanted to play rather than being all that concerned about the money. Of course, I do believe that even if he hadn't been that wealthy, I still would have acted in the same fashion. When I want to do something, that's it. I like to think I'm one of the last bona fide artists left in the business. I mean, commercial considerations do not predominate in my case."
"Good for you," Arthur said. "I certainly always enjoyed you. Are you going to be doing anything anytime soon?"
"No, dear. I played a few supporting roles on television last season, and I've had some feelers for new television series. A few people would like to represent me as their lead performer when they attempt to package their scripts. But right now I'm saying no to everything in that direction. My dear husband just recently departed from me, so I'm in mourning right now. But when I get settled, when I find a beautiful house that I really like, and when I feel a little more content, then things will take on a completely character. At that time I do believe that I will consider some acting parts, and I certainly hope that they come along."
"They certainly should. You're a very talented woman."
"You're so sweet."
Even though the beautiful actress was in her early forties, she possessed an eternally youthful look. She had taken very good care of herself, with her only vice being an occasional drinking spree, generally when she was in the throes of a hot romance.
After a wild early period in which she had been romanced by most of the top leading men in Hollywood, the lovely Shirley Bond had settled down to live a happy married life with her producer-husband. She managed to play around on the side, having periodic affairs with various men, most of them in the industry, but through it all she managed to maintain good relations with her husband as well, both in and out of bed.
Now she was sitting before Arthur thoroughly engrossing him with her devastating charms.
"Well, I would be interested in looking at some homes," she said. "You do say that you have something in mind."
"No, I didn't say something," he gently corrected, "I said that I'm sure we could take care of your desires. I mean, I have a number of homes that I think would easily fill the bill. It's just a question of what your specific needs happen to be."
"As I said, a hilltop view is essential," she asserted. "And I would like something preferably that is two stories and has the colonial pillars. You know, I do believe that that's why I have always found the South such an enchanting place to visit. I love those colonial pillars. They're so stylistic."
"Spoken like a true artist."
"Thank you. You're such a kind young man," she laughed. "Anyway, perhaps we should go out looking now."
"A very good idea," Arthur nodded. "My car is right outside."
Steve gave Arthur a grin as Arthur and Shirley Bond walked past him.
Arthur knew precisely what Steve was thinking. He had an opportunity to take out a lovely woman. He wondered if Steve recognized her.
"My goodness, a Cadillac," she smiled, climbing into the front seat with him. "You are a man of success."
"I'm a man of good taste, or at least I like to think I am," Arthur laughed.
"I'm quite certain you are. You're quite a cultured fellow. You know, when I walked into that office, I just sensed that you would be the man who would be able to satisfy my personal needs."
Arthur climbed behind the wheel of the car.
"You really thought that?" he smiled, feeling better every minute knowing that this famous actress whom he had admired for so long apparently thought highly of him.
"Yes. You just had a certain dignified air about you. And since I'm looking for a house that possesses a certain degree of dignity of style, I thought that you would probably be the most likely candidate to sell it to me."
"That's fascinating to hear," he said.
"Well, that was my thought."
"I'll take you to a hillside community not far from here," he said, starting up the car. "I can almost guarantee that you're going to like any number of the places I'm going to show you."
"Let's just have a look and see."
"Okay, mark my words."
"If I like a number of places, then that's good. It will give me a wider latitude choice."
"That's right," Arthur nodded.
He felt good knowing that beautiful Shirley Bond was in the front seat next to him.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Arthur drove Shirley Bond to the beautiful section which contained the hilltop homes.
They walked inside the first one, with Shirley's eyes dancing from side to side as she observed what was going on.
"My, I like this," she smiled. "What are the owners asking for it?"
"They're asking one hundred and ten thousand dollars."
"Well, then the price isn't bad."
"You're getting an awful lot of home," Arthur said. "Step over this way, Shirley, and you can see the view out that picturesque window. Look, you can see the sloping canyon and the city down below."
"That's absolutely beautiful," she said. "Yes, I can imagine how nice that will be at night when the lights are on."
"I've seen it in the evening. It's breathtaking. All those flashing lights in the city. Oh, it's really something to see."
"Understandably so. Yes, I'm very impressed."
"That's good."
They left the house, going to see a steady succession of others.
They kept looking for the next hour and a half, examining every available home in that fashionable section.
When all was said and done, Shirley said:
"Let's go back to that first one. I'd like to look at that again."
"I knew that that one left a soft place in your heart," Arthur smiled, nodding.
"It certainly did. I just might buy that one."
They went back to the first house. As Shirley stepped around the living room, then walked into the den and examined everything, Arthur had that feeling that always hit him when he sensed that a potential sale was about to be consummated. It was a feeling of confidence, an air of joy.
"Does it look just as good seeing it the second time?" Arthur asked.
"Believe it or not, it looks even better, dear," Shirley smiled. "You see, the first time I didn't get a very good look at this den. I must say that I didn't look as carefully as I should have."
"Probably because we had some other places to look at."
"That might very well be. But the more I see of this house, the more attached I become to it. I like that bar area too."
"Yes, it faces the picture window out of which you can see the whole city sprawling down there below."
"That's right. I can just imagine myself sitting there sipping a martini, looking at the lights of the city. Oh, the idea of it absolutely thrills me."
"The owners are very attached to this place," Arthur said. "The only thing that is prompting them to leave it is that they both work, and they are having to move up North. Otherwise the man told me that there would be no way that they would ever leave the place."
"I can certainly sympathize with them," she nodded. "Why don't we talk about this in greater detail."
"Alright, would you care to ride back to the office and discuss it there?"
"I'll tell you what. Why don't we stop about halfway."
"What do you mean?" he asked, a little bewilderedly.
"I mean that my apartment house is located about halfway between here and the office. We can relax, have a drink, and discuss this matter in greater detail."
"Okay, that's the best offer I've had all day," he smiled.
Actually Arthur had a busy schedule that afternoon. He realized that if he didn't get back to the office right away, Steve or someone else would have to show some of the people around.
But at this point he didn't really care. It was more than just a potential sale to him. There was something about Shirley Bond that definitely attracted him. He had only told her a portion of What he had thought concerning her performances on television and screen. He had admired her as a performer, yes. But what he had neglected to tell her was that he had always been strongly attracted to her based upon her motion picture and television image. He liked the way she carried herself, the sexy, witty, sophisticated air that she constantly exuded. Now he could see that it was anything but a screen image-it was the real Shirley Bond.
She conversed happily about the place and things in general as he drove toward her apartment.
She motioned him into the subterranean garage beneath it.
"Since my car's not there," she pointed out, "then you can park in my spot."
He parked the car and they took the elevator up to her fifteenth floor penthouse suite.
"I really like the looks of this apartment," he said. "And I can see that you have a nice view."
"I do," she concurred, "but it won't be quite as nice a view as the one I will have at the other place. That is about the most breathtaking view I have ever seen."
"Yes, it's very nice. I know that if you don't grab it, certainly somebody will. You see, the only reason why it's down as low as one hundred and ten thousand is because the couple needs to make a quick sale."
"I realize that. I'm having a martini. How about you?"
"Yes, that would be very good."
"I make them very dry."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"You like them that way too?"
"Yes I do."
"Well, then let's chalk up another area that we have in agreement," she laughed.
"I guess we agree on martinis and homes with beautiful views."
"Yes we do, darling. And probably on a number of other things as well," she said, smiling, a little seductively, he thought, as she moved off into the kitchen.
The martinis went down fast. They discussed the house. Then things turned conversational toward more causal matters.
"You're really quite an exciting man," Shirley smiled. "I had a feeling I'd find you that way when I walked over to you."
"You did?"
"Oh yes. I can always spot a man that I think will interest me."
"I'm glad to hear that. I've been interested in you for years."
"I only wish I'd known that," she chuckled.
She then reached over and tucked him playfully under the chin.
That initial contact with her caused him to become very excited. He reached out and threw his arms around her, delivering a swift kiss to her lips.
It all happened so fast that he had been barely aware of what was occurring until it actually transpired.
"I like that," she smiled. "You're a man of impulse."
"I thought you were showing me the way."
"Oh, I was. When I reach over and touch a man like that, I mean business, baby. I did it to show you a little affection."
"You can show me affection anytime in any way that you want to."
"Good, I'm glad you're giving a green light to my sexual feelings."
"They've got a green light always as far as I'm concerned."
"Aren't you a dear."
Now it was Shirley that was prepared to assume the initiative. She slipped that hot long red tongue of hers inside of his mouth.
Now the tongues were converging, with great energy. The devastating excitement was there. There was electricity as tongue meshed with tongue.
He continued splashing his hot red tongue against hers as the tempo of the action exhilarated within both of them.
They had their arms encircled around one another's body, and were enjoying every hot licking movement that took place inside of their mouths.
It was Shirley who finally released her tongue from Arthur's mouth.
"As you can see, I've got a very excited tongue," she laughed.
"Yes, I'm very well aware of that."
"I can do all kinds of things with that tongue."
"I'm sure that you can."
"I hate to have to admit this, dear, but this tongue has been my steadiest means of attaining employment. You know what they say. In the acting business, particularly around Hollywood, it isn't who you know, but who you blow."
"Seems to me I have heard that somewhere before. I wondered if it was just a lot of bunk."
"No, it isn't my dear. It's the absolute truth. When I discovered that it was, I set out to become the best blow job expert around. I made the grade, honey, and I got all kinds of parts when I proved just how I could be at it."
"I think you could be good at just about anything."
"So do I," she agreed. "I have that confidence, and that's what it takes."
"You bet your sweet ass that's what it takes."
"I'm not thinking about my sweet ass right now. Right now I'm thinking more about your sweet penis."
"I think that you will find it sweet."
"I hope you have nice thick juice. If there's one thing I enjoy, it's gobs of nice hot thick juice flooding my mouth."
"That's good. That's exactly what I want. Okay, honey, we might just as well do it right here. Just spread those legs of yours out and make yourself comfy on the sofa. I can take care of the rest, darling, all I've got to do is just unzip you, then nature will take its course."
"I like that. You're an actress right down to the end. Nature will take its course," he chuckled.
"That's what it boils down to, doesn't it?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"You're darned right."
He became more agitated with every passing second as she quickly unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hard, throbbing penis.
"Oh, what a mammoth organ," she grinned. "I really like the size of it, baby. Yes, I really like the size of this long thing. I'm gonna play with it, sweetheart, am I ever going to play with it. Oh it looks so good. I'm going to let my fingers maneuver over it, then after I've gotten it good and hot, I'm going to go down on it."
"You know where it's at."
"I certainly do."
"Are you going to give my balls some action too?"
"Oh, I most certainly am. Your balls will be very well taken care of, sweetheart."
"That's good to know."
She unzipped his zipper, pulling out his throbbing penis and playing with it with the fingers of both hands.
"Does it tickle when I move my fingers up and down it?" she asked.
"It certainly does. Oh, it's a nice kind of tickling. I really love the sensations."
"I figured that you would. I love giving them to you."
"Oh, that's so nice. It's so unbelievably nice. I love every bit of it."
Up and down her fingers were maneuvering over his long cock. And while the fingers of one hand kept up that steady maneuvering, the fingers of the other toyed with his bulging balls.
"I like the way that those balls are inflating," she said. "It can mean only one thing-that you're really getting hot down there."
"That's exactly what it does mean," he giggled. "Yes, I really like the feeling."
"I can certainly see why. You've got lots of sensation down there. Oh yes, I can see it. And what's more, I'm bringing out even more."
"I know you are," he gasped. "You're really doing a fantastic job. Those fingers of yours are working like magic on this hot penis of mine."
"Just remain content, honey, because they're going to continue to work around there."
"Oh yes, you're really doing a beautiful job. Oh, yes, I love this, do I ever love this action."
Back and forth those fingers went to work. The longer that they probed around his cock and balls, the more excited he became.
"Oh, pretty quick you're going to have to start going down on me," he said. "I can't take much more of this kind of excitement. It's just too fantastic, baby. You're just too much with those fingers of yours. Can you ever work them. Oh, are you ever good. Can you ever do a good job with them."
"Oh yes, honey. When I'm inspired, I can really give a guy a good time."
"Then you must be inspired now."
"I sure am. I want to make wild love to you, sweetheart, to give you all the proper sensations."
Back and forth she was manipulating those fingers now as swiftly and as steadily as she knew how. All the while Arthur was lying back on the sofa, his legs trembling as he pushed that much closer to the brink of orgasm.
"Oh, dear, now you've got to go down on me," he said. "I need it, baby, oh, do I ever need it. Come on, honey, go down on that cock of mine. Oh, go down on it, work the tongue around there, baby. Oh, I want it, I need it, oh, do it, darling, oh, go down on it."
"By popular demand," she chuckled, "I'm going to go down on that cock of yours."
"That's sure great news. Come on, honey, and really give me a workout."
"Did you like the finger movements?"
"They were fantastic."
"Okay, then you're going to get even more excited when I work that tongue of mine around your cock."
"I hope that I get some ball action too."
"Certainly. I'll work those fingers of mine around your balls while I'm licking that hot cock of yours."
"That sounds like delicious fun."
"It certainly will be. You just wait and see."
Now those fingers of hers were maneuvering over his balls while her tongue began to go to work on the tip of his cock.
Shirley was an expert at cock licking, and the longer that she worked her tongue around the tip of his penis, the more blazing the sensations became and the more plentiful they became as they circuited through his entire body.
"Just keep that up, darling, don't let up for one second." he gasped. "Work that tongue around my penis, baby. Oh, work it around. I can't get enough of those beautiful sensations. Work the tongue, darling, oh, work it. Now you can start moving it up and down my entire rod. I'm getting so close to orgasm. I want you to cut loose, to go all the way, to push this licking to the brink. Come on and work the tongue, darling, work it fast. Oh, work it fast. I need it. Oh, do I ever need that hot action. Come on and go to work. Go to work with that hot licking."
Now she began to extend her movements to the entire base of his lengthy, hard rod.
Up and down her tongue was moving sweepingly over his erect instrument. The longer that she kept it up, the more noticeably his legs began to tremble as he was pushed that much closer to the spirited moment of exhilarating climax.
"Okay, work it, work it fast, oh, work it fast," he said. "Lick me, baby, oh, lick it, oh, I feel it all the way down to my toes. What a licker, what a cock licker, oh, yes, I feel it all over, baby, oh, I can't help but go wild when you are doing this. Keep it up, oh, keep it up."
Now he was offering additional encouragement by running his fingers through her hair as she kept on bobbing that head up and down as she supplied tremendous sensations to his penis and balls.
"Just a few more strokes," he gasped, "Just a few more, baby. Oh, I'm practically there, oh, am I ever feeling the itch. I'm practically there."
Several strokes later he heaved a sigh, at which point his entire body began to spasm noticeably.
"Oh, here comes the hot juice," he exclaimed. "You said you wanted it, you said you wanted the hot gobs. Oh, go after them, go after those hot gobs of juice. They're there, baby, oh, are they ever there. Go ahead and eat, baby, oh, eat that stuff. Oh, I need you to eat it. Come on, darling, and eat. Eat that hot juice. Oh, I need it. Do I ever need it. Oh, go after it, darling, oh, go after it. Oh, yes, yes, go after the juice."
He watched the hot white gism spurting out of the end of his lengthy spear and into her mouth.
With devastating passion she allowed every drop of the hot stuff to spurt inside her mouth. She wanted it desperately, she wanted to taste every droplet of cum that spurted from out of his penis toward her mouth.
It was an experience that he would always remember.
"Well, I guess I'd better get back to the office now," he grinned, quickly zipping up.
"I suggest that you drop over tomorrow afternoon and we can discuss this matter some more."
"Fine. I'll try and work it to where I don't have many appointments that afternoon."
"Yes, it would be nice if you could stay the whole afternoon. It would be a whole lot more fun discussing this matter in bed, wouldn't it?"
"Oh yes. There's nothing like going to bed to discuss a real estate sale," he laughed.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Now two full weeks had passed, and Arthur was enjoying periodic sex with both Shirley and Norma.
He had been calling in constantly to Helen, notifying her of late business appointments. He only hoped that she was as trusting as she appeared to be.
Now this particular evening she had insisted upon inviting Steve and Michel over for a dinner party.
"But there won't be any sex, dear," she said. "Not any of this swapping stuff. I just want to show some movies."
"Movies about what?" Arthur asked, knowing about his wife's fond passion for showing home movies on her own movie screen.
"That will remain a secret," she chided him. "I'm not going to tell you anymore than I am them. I want all of us to be gathered together when we're watching them for the first time."
"Okay, have it your way," he smiled. "But I'm just as happy that we're not going to be having any sex tonight."
"I figured you probably would be very tired from a hard day at work."
"Very considerate of you. dear. Actually that's true."
He was drained that evening, but mainly from sex with Shirley Bond. They had consummated the deal for the house that day, after which they had gone to her place and had celebrated by drinking champagne. They had then climbed into bed. He had exploded twice during the course of that afternoon, once from one of Shirley's fantastic blow jobs, and on the second occasion from a hot screw inside Shirley's still-tight mound.
The dinner went well, and the drinks that Arthur had with the dinner seemed to settle him. He had a relaxed feeling as they walked into the den and Helen set up the equipment.
"I'll be ready to show the film in just a minute, folks," Helen said proudly as Arthur, Steve and Michel waited for the start of the movie.
"This must be a major studio preview," Arthur quipped, "judging from the aura of mystery surrounding the whole thing."
"I'm pretty anxious to see it myself," Michel said. "Helen promised me that I would like it."
Finally Helen turned on the projector. Everyone settled back and looked at the screen.
Arthur was a little surprised to see a color shot of the bedroom. Then the camera focused on the bed, where Helen was laying totally naked.
The camera zoomed in on her vagina, getting a good shot of it.
"Wow, I'm getting hard already," Steve laughed.
"Is this the kind of film it's going to be?" Arthur asked with surprise.
"Just wait and see," Helen said.
Much to Arthur's astonishment, three handsome young men walked into the room sporting huge erections.
"These are my friends," Helen laughed. "The blond guy in named Ron. He's a tennis pro. He gave me new tennis lessons, and I proceeded to give him a few lessons of my own. But you'll see that in time. The dark haired guy is a service station attendant named Ben, and the other one's an electrician named Jack. Aren't they a groovy trio, Michel?"
"They certainly are," Michel said, acting a little surprised.
Michel and Steve looked over at Arthur, whose face was turning white with embarrassment.
The camera then focused on Ron, who walked over toward Helen, holding his huge penis in his right hand.
"Now I'm going to blow him," Helen chuckled.
That is exactly what proceeded to happen as Helen zeroed in on her target, Ron's huge penis.
It made Arthur think about the kind of blow job he had received from Shirley Bond as he watched her toy with his balls and run her tongue up and down his penis eagerly.
She attacked him with hungry desire, working the tongue up and down until she finally made him shoot.
As the hot spurts of white gism shot voluminously out of the end of his penis, the camera moved in for an exotic close-up.
Then, after Ron had been taken care of, Ben moved into view.
"One down, and two to go," Helen laughed. "Just watch what I do to Ben."
The camera moved in for another revealing close-up as Helen turned that tongue loose on the tip of Ben's cock. She worked it around the edges, then moved the tongue up and down the entire length of his enormous instrument.
"Isn't he well hung, Michel?" Helen laughed.
"Yes he is," Michel said, a little embarrassed by it all, knowing that Arthur was burning up inside as he watched the action.
"I do wish that you could give me action like these guys, dear," Helen called out to Arthur. "Just look at how hard they are. You see, baby, they really appreciate what I'm giving to them."
Arthur was numb. At first he had been taken by shock, but now the shock was gradually leaving and anger was starting to surface.
Both Steve and Michel were so embarrassed by what was occurring that they felt like leaving. But they wondered if they ought to suggest doing it at that particular moment. They felt that they ought to tough it out until the action was completed.
But the two of them couldn't help but get turned on, either, as they watched the erotic action on the screen. They would have liked to have had a swapping session with Arthur and Helen, but certainly not under the circumstances that existed. Steve and Michel knew fully well that Arthur, even though he had agreed to that swapping session with them, did not approve of his wife bringing in men to have sex with her.
A few moments later Ben's hot penis exploded inside of her mouth.
"I'm getting another beautiful load," she chuckled. "Two down now and one to go. Now all that's left is Jack. But that's quite a bit."
Helen reached out and grabbed ahold of Jack's penis, massaging it with brisk up and down strokes.
"Oh, did I ever love grabbing his penis," she laughed. "I really enjoyed that. And just watch and see what kind of a blow job I give him."
The camera zoomed in one more time, this time picking up the developing action between Helen and Jack.
Helen was all over Jack, letting that tongue of hers move over the tip of his huge erection.
"Oh, did that man ever turn me on," Helen said. "Just watch that, dear. You can learn from that, Arthur."
Now Arthur was turning red. His hands were trembling and he felt like screaming at his wife, if not hitting her. But through it all he just sat there, watching her let her tongue go to work with diligence on the tip of Jack's firm rod.
"Just look at the action I'm giving him," Helen chuckled. "I'm stepping up the pace gradually. But pretty soon I'm gonna be cutting loose with everything I've got. Just wait. Just watch. I'm gonna really have him over a barrel. I'm gonna really start working on that penis of his in just a little bit. I mean, the whole thing."
Soon enough she began extending her movements to the entire length of his enormous rod.
Up and down that tongue of hers began to stroke in a highly convincing fashion, diving up and down eagerly, getting Jack so aroused that he was bouncing up and down on the bed as he lay there with his legs spread.
"Oh, what licking action," Helen laughed, "That was absolutely great. Just watch, folks, just watch because he's about to explode. Oh, Jack, baby, were you ever a good lick."
A few moments later the gushing white semen began to pour out of Jack's aroused penis and into Helen's waiting mouth.
"Did that ever taste good," she laughed. "As good a load as I've ever had. That man was incredible. Did you see just how much juice he shot in my mouth, Michel?"
"Yes, quite a load," Michel said nervously, turning and looking at Arthur, who was staring into space with an angry look on his face.
"You bet it was, dearie. I live for kicks," Helen exclaimed. "That's the only way to fly."
She shut off the projector and turned on the lights, looking at Steve, Michel and Arthur with a big smile.
"I guess that shows what kind of a swinger I can be," she said contentedly.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Helen had had a little too much to drink, and was acting overly ecstatic after the film had been shown.
"Well, we should have a nice time," she grinned, looking over at Steve and winking.
"We really have to be going," Steve said nervously.
"That's right," Michel said. "Steve has to get up early in the morning."
"Come on now," Helen said. "I was hoping I could turn you folks on. Let's have ourselves a little sex."
"They said they have to leave," Arthur cut in bitterly. "Actually I don't think they do. They're just trying to be decent. They know I'm teed off and want to talk to you alone."
"What's gotten into you, dear?" Helen looked at Arthur and smiled.
"I think you know."
"I just had a little fun showing a movie. Surely with all your conquests, you can understand why I'd want to have a little action of my own."
"What conquests are you talking about?" Arthur probed.
"Why, for one there was that cocktail waitress, Norma."
Steve flinched after she made her remark, looking over at Arthur in great puzzlement.
"Then there was that famous actress, Shirley Bond," Helen chuckled. "Surely you're not so modest, my dear, that you don't want to bring up your sexual conquests with the opposite sex. Now I think you ought to come clean."
"I'm sorry, folks, but I'd like to speak with her alone," Arthur looked over at Steve and Michel. "I'm not trying to be rude. I think you both understand."
"I understand perfectly well," Steve said. "Thanks for a good time, folks."
"Good night now," Michel said.
"Don't go," Helen said angrily.
They turned and walked out of the room. They continued walking, even when Helen ran quickly toward the door.
"Please don't go," she repeated.
"Forget it," Arthur snapped.
Helen walked back into the bedroom, slamming the door.
"That's a great way to treat two of your best friends," she said.
"They understood. I've got to talk with you."
"About what?"
"About you acting like a slut," he erupted angrily. "You've thrown all of these accusations at me. Prove them."
"I can't prove them, dear, but the private detective I assigned to follow you certainly can," she smiled. "I just thought that I'd give you a little dose of your own medicine tonight. There are two of us in this relationship, and if you can get yourself some kicks, I can do the very same thing."
"Oh, so this was a revenge ploy, was it?"
"Not actually," she chuckled. "I was hoping to get this kind of an opportunity anyway. And I don't like you calling me a slut, you hypocritical sonofabitch."
"Just watch your mean tongue, Helen."
"You talk about a mean tongue," she laughed. "I wanted another little swap session. I desperately wanted to go down on Steve's cock. I'm sure he would have given me all kinds of exhilarating sensations."
"I think you've had about enough for tonight. You'd better go to bed."
"I'll do what I feel like doing," she looked at him defiantly. "I don't feel like going to bed now. I feel like having a drink. And just maybe I'll look at that film again. I'll have to bring the boys back next week and let them see that they're famous movie stars."
"They didn't know they were on camera?"
"No, as a matter-of-fact, I had a friend of mine shooting them when they weren't even aware of it. You know, there's that little sliding panel in the wall. I put it to very good use, darling."
"I'm so glad. There's one thing about it. You're not the least bit fearful about providing me with all the gory details."
"I never thought that a swinging guy like you would react in this way," she laughed sarcastically.
"You can be a mean little girl when you want to be."
"Don't you think that I felt humiliated over what you pulled with me?"
"I don't show films in front of anybody."
"I mean, by stepping out on me the way that you did. I was skeptical right from the start, that first night when you came home and said that these people came late and wanted to see a house. I didn't believe you at all. But I let it pass. I figured there wouldn't be anymore incidents like that. Well, when those instances started becoming the rule rather than the exception, then I decided to look into this little matter."
"Okay, so you nailed me. But I'd never humiliated you by showing movies in front of our friends."
"There's no telling what you would be likely to do."
"Hell, I'm getting the hell out of this place."
"Why don't you go over to the bar and see your friend, Norma."
"Just maybe that's what I'm going to do," he growled.
"Okay, you do that. But I thought you were tired."
"Just maybe I can muster up enough strength for some action."
"Maybe you can," she laughed. "Good luck, dear, and give Norma my best regards."
He slammed the door angrily behind him, jumping into his car and driving off in the night.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Arthur went to the bar, drinking until two o'clock.
He then took lovely Norma home. A few minutes later they were in bed together.
But this particular evening Arthur found himself unable to perform. He was a little more tired than he thought, and, on top of that, he couldn't get those thoughts of those films his wife had shown out of his mind. He kept seeing her tongue working up and down on those rigid penises.
"You really are tired tonight," Norma shook her head.
"It might be more than tiredness."
"That's what I thought," Norma nodded. "I was just trying to draw it out of you."
"What is it that you suspect?"
"It's written all over you, honey. Remember, I'm really experienced at dealing with human beings. I know human nature very well. You had a terrific blow-up with your wife, didn't you?"
"Yes I did."
"You want to tell me about it?"
"She found out about us. And she found out about another woman that I was having sex with."
"And she blew her top."
"She did something worse than that," Arthur said sadly. "She humiliated me by showing movies of her having sex with three men. And all in front of two of our best friends."
"She wanted to get back at you."
"Obviously so."
"You know what I think?"
"What?"
"That you love her."
"You're right."
"Maybe this promiscuity route isn't the best one for either one of you to go. I mean, I hate to say it, because I've enjoyed you very much, baby. But a home wrecker I'm not."
"I appreciate your candor."
"I suggest that you get back to her and try to patch things up."
"You're a very understanding girl, Norma.
"I try to be," Norma grinned. "You see, dear, I had a marriage come to an end just a short time ago. I realize how crushing an experience it can be. Well, your wife is probably a very sweet woman, and I don't want to see that kind of harm come to her."
"You're a doll."
He leaned forward and firmly kissed her lips. He then got up and quickly put on his clothes.
"Good night," he smiled at her. "You mean good morning," she kiddingly corrected.
He left her house in the darkness of early morning.
He was determined to iron out the differences between himself and Helen. That swapping experiment, one that they thought would tie them closer together, had instead given both of them more of an adventuresome spirit than they needed.
As a result, they had both had a number of other affairs. Arthur could see so clearly now, with the benefit of hindsight, that he had made a terrible mistake. He was just as much at fault over all that had happened as was Helen.
He just had to get home and iron the situation out as quickly as possible.
Helen was fast asleep in bed when Arthur arrived. He looked at her lying there with her eyes closed and once more he observed the sweet young girl that he had met and fallen in love with.
The longer that he observed Helen lying there, the more stoutly determined he became to see to it that their various differences were immediately ironed out. Suddenly they seemed to be totally meaningless.
He reached down and affectionately tugged at her arm several times, after which she began to stir, looking up and blinking her eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing. In fact, everything's gonna be right."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Of course you do, darling. I love you."
"Oh, Arthur. You know, I just cried myself to sleep in a state of helplessness."
"I know. And I thought I'd be able to get aroused by another woman at a time like that. I found out just how foolish I was for thinking that way. No more, dear. I'm back home to stay, and as far as I'm concerned our differences don't exist anymore. At least they don't now."
"Oh, my dear, just what I wanted to hear!"
Now their lips were meeting head-on, and he let his arms encircle her body.
"Oh, never let me go again," Helen sighed, after he broke their long and passionate kiss.
"I never will, darling," he promised. "From here on out it's just you and me again."
The two of them had learned a valuable lesson about playing around. You don't jeopardize a beautiful marriage relationship for a few transitory thrills.
